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corazona-das · 8 months ago

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Una noche compartida

(Enzo Vogrincic & Pipe Otaño x reader)

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tw: +18, diferencia de edad (no especificada), malas palabra, sobreestimulación.

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(Enzo's pov. cortito para el contexto)

Con ella habías compartido bastantes secretos, gustos íntimos, y todo lo que conlleva para mejorar su relación. En alguna u otra ocasión llegaron a hablar de ser swingers, o minimo probarle, a ti la idea no te molestaba en lo absoluto siempre y cuando ambos estuvieran de acuerdo.

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Siempre supiste que la mirada que le daba Felipe a tu novia era algo más allá que amistosa, la miraba con deseo, y hasta cierto punto podías comprenderlo, estabas con una mujer maravillosa, una mujer que aparte de ser estupenda, había robado tu corazón. Así que para ti era normal que otros la miraran, pero nunca que ella les devolviera el coqueteo, tal vez no intencionalmente, pero a base de experiencia uno ya reconoce las miradas.

Luego de ver lo sucedido en la cocina, era evidente la tensión entre estos. Lo cual te hacía un poco de gracia, ver como tu novia se ponía nerviosa ante la mirada de pipe no hizo más que causarte ternura y desde ese instante no pudiste de dejar de imagartela con alguien más, descubriendo una nueva parte de si misma, tímida, colorada y llena de satisfacción. Te daban ganas de irte de ahí en ese mismo instante para llevarla a casa y hacerla ver estrellas de placer.

Antes de salir de casa de fran, le dijiste que te esperara un segundo inventando una excusa para devolverte a solas junto al argentino.

Felipe, vení un segundito —Lo llamaste en un tono agradable, tratando de no llamar mucho la atención.

No te ibas vos? —Preguntó el argentino con algo de desdén.

Dale flaco, te conviene. —Procediste a contarle tu idea y a preguntarle si él estaría dispuesto a hacerla. Sorprendido por tu propuesta aceptó, y tú le aseguraste que no se arrepentiría.

(fin del enzo's pov)

Sin decir nada el uru se encaminó hasta ti nuevamente tomando tu mano para levantarte de la cama, posicionando una mano al borde de tu cintura para juntar sus labios de forma desesperada, buscando aceptación en su acto; tú no tardaste en corresponder llevando tus manos hasta la altura de su cabello despeinandolo aún más.

Felipe mantenía una sonrisa pícara mientras observaba la escena entre ustedes y al paso se iba acercando lentamente, con fascinación admiraba tu cuerpo de pies a cabeza, queriendo tocarte, saborearte y tener el deleite de que estuvieras a sus pies. No ibas a negarte a esto, ya estaban ahí y tu sueño más erótico se estaba convirtiendo en realidad; dos hombres con los que te habías imaginado en varias ocasiones estaban dispuestos a cumplir tus fantasias.

Pipe no quiso perder más tiempo, se posicionó por detrás tuyo manteniendo sus manos a la altura de tus caderas, mientras posicionaba su cabeza cerca de tu cuello para devorarlo, impregnandose de tu maravilloso sabor. La escena que estaban viviendo era sacada de un vídeo x. Un hombre que te besaba apasionadamente mientras recorría todo tu cuerpo con sus manos, mientras que el otro por detrás atacaba tu cuello con besos mojados dejando alguna marca por la zona, apegandote a el cuando tenía la oportunidad.

Tu novio mantenía su mano sobre la delgada tela que lo separaba de tu intimidad, haciendo ligeros movimientos sobre ésta mientras tú tratabas de mantener la poca cordura que te quedaba. Estabas extasiada, deseando aún más.

El uruguayo está noche cumpliria su cometido, verte cogiendo a alguien más, lentamente se separó de ti dándote el tiempo para respirar correctamente. Él sólo te miró con seguridad y asintió sentandose en el sofa que había frente a la cama para no perderse de nada de lo que ocurriera. Felipe en ningún momento te había quitado los ojos de encima puesto que eso ya estaba pactado, y estando frente a frente observaste la imagen más lasciva del mundo, un leve color carmesí yacía sobre las mejillas del argentino y su cabello despeinado cayendo sobre su rostro fue lo que te hizo enloquecer por dentro. El más alto finalmente te besó, y no era nada romántico, al contrario, era un beso desesperado, lleno de deseo y lujuria por parte de los dos, sus manos acariciaban de una manera bastante brusca todo tu cuerpo, apretando tus pechos y tu culo al mismo tiempo.

Seguían de pie frotándose entre sí, una de sus piernas estaba en medio de las tuyas haciendo que tus caderas se movieran de adelante hacia atrás sin ritmo alguno, mientras que tus manos se aferraban a su espalda descubierta ahora marcada por la presión de tus uñas en ella. Podías sentir que él estaba igual de desesperado que tú, pero ninguno avanzaba.

Pipe... —murmuraste cerca de su oído tratando de formar una oración.

Así que sabés hablar, preciosa. —Dijo él en un tono burlesco.

Dale, no sabés lo duro que me tenés, pendeja, hacete cargo. —Expresó demandante mientras te observaba con una sonrisa en su rostro y tú sin poder pronunciar una palabra.

Ya que no te gusta hablar mucho vas a ocupar esa linda boquita que tenés para otra cosa. Arrodillate.

—Dijo él mientras te soltaba de su agarre, viendote desde aquel ángulo adimitió para si mismi que era algo con lo que había fantaseado desde que te conoció. Estando ya arrodillada tenías tu cabeza pegada a su muslo mientras lo mirabas hacia arriba jugando con la hebilla de su cinturón desenganchandola lentamente, disfrutabas ver sus reacciones, escucharlo suspirar y quejarse debido a tus toques por encima de la tela te fascinaba; él jugaba con tu cabello suelto, retirandolo de tu rostro y jalandolo suavemente hacia atrás. Cuando por fin hiciste que se quitase el pantalón por completo, veías como se marcaba su notoria erección por encima de la tela, tomaste la iniciativa y lentamente aproximaste tu mano por dentro de su bóxer, sintiendo por fin su tibia piel erizandote por completo quitandole esa última prenda que ya estorbaba entre ustedes. Mojaste un poco tu mano con tu propia saliva y comenzaste a masturbarlo con movimientos controlados, apreciando cada centimetro de su intimidad mirabas directamente a su rostro, verlo desde abajo con la respiracion agitada, mordiendose ligeramente el labio inferior y algo colorado, era todo un espectáculo que superaba todas tus expectativas.

Enzo apreciaba cualquier movimiento que tu hacías, y cada vez que sus miradas conectaban por unos segundos él te dedicaba la sonrisa más perversa del mundo o te giñaba el ojo, definitivamente estaba en la suya.

Pipe no pronunció palabra alguna hasta que deciste pasar tu lengua repetidas veces por toda su longitud, y aunque estabas deseosa por sentirlo en tu boca, verlo perder el control era fascinante.

Lentamente introdujiste la punta de su miembro en tu boca, tu lengua acariciaba cada parte de su glande con deleite, ibas acelerando el ritmo cada vez más, lo introducias lo más profundo posible evitando arcadas, y esto provocaba que el soltara casi inaudibles quejidos.

Que bien que me la chupás, sos una hija de puta. —Habló esbozando una sonrisa mientras que sostenía tu cabello por detrás de tu cabeza manteniendolo lejos de tu rostro para poder mirarte bien; el simple hecho de escucharlo hablar de esa forma hizo que te mojaras aún más, por lo que llevaste una de tus manos hasta tu intimidad más que húmeda por debajo de la prenda dándote placer a ti misma.

Comenzó a embestir tu boca rápido y sin cuidado alguno, estaba casi llegando a su primer clímax, podias sentir como su cuerpo se tensaba cada vez más y tú eras en parte la responsable de eso. Con los ojos cristalizados recibiste su líquido en la boca y cerca de tus pechos, obteniendo un ahogado gemido por su parte.

¿Te lo tragás? —Preguntó él en un tono morbosidad mientras te miraba sonriente, tú sin poder responder, tragaste, no es algo que acostumbrabas a hacer, pero esta vez se sintió excitante.

Me imaginaba que podías ser caliente, pero quién diría que la linda Andrea es toda una putita estando a solas. La suerte que tenés Enzo no es normal. —Replicó el más alto para ambos, agachandose a tu altura para poder atraparte en un beso, a lo cual tu correspondiste.

Enzo soltó una leve carcajada después de oír el comentario de Felipe. En claramente no perdió el tiempo durante ese rato, la escena lo mantenía igual o más excitado que ustedes; se hizo una paja mirándote y para él fue el mejor momento de su vida.

El beso entre tú y pipe continuaba, ambos exploraban sin precisión la boca del otro estando perdidos en ello, Felipe comenzó a caminar hasta la cama encaminandote junto a él para que tu cayeras de espalda sobre ésta. Un camino de besos que recorría de tu cuello hasta tu vientre, sus manos apretaban ligeramente tus pechos mientras el seguía bajando hasta estar frente a tu entrada, pasó su lengua alrededor de tus piernas lamiendote lentamente, torturandote de la misma forma que tú hiciste con él. Besó ligeramente tu intimidad haciéndote estremecer apretando las sábanas de la cama mientras mordias ligeramente tu labio inferior, era realmente bueno en lo que hacía, y estando ahí abajo ya había explorado cada espacio con su magnífica lengua mientras dos de sus dedos yacían dentro de ti moviéndose en un vaiven que te hacía perder el control; estuviste apunto de correrte pero éste se detuvo de golpe.

Felipe... por favor... —Hablaste mediante un suspiro ahogado cambiando drásticamente de posición dejándole a él debajo esta vez.

¿Qué querés, preciosa? Decíme. —Preguntó fingiendo ingenuidad llevándose los brazos detrás de la cabeza.

Cógeme de una vez... —Susurraste apoyando tus manos encima de su pecho generando fricción entre tu entrepierna descubierta y su miembro sintiendo como tus mejillas ardían aun más por el calor del momento

¿Ah si? ¿Eso querés? —Dijo el ojiazul dejando sus manos sobre tu culo para apretarlo y apegar más hacia él.

Decímelo más fuerte, ¿querés que te coja? —Estampó su mano con fuerza sobre uno de tus glúteos dándote una fuerte nalgada que casi te hace sollozar.

Cógeme... por favor. —Suplicaste mirándolo a los ojos. No dudó mucho, no te hizo esperar más y sin pudor alguno se introdujo dentro de ti, a pesar de ser embestidas algo bruscas se sentía exageradamente bien, tus caderas se movían descontroladas llevandote a niveles inimaginados de placer, reposabas tus manos sobres sus muslos y el te sostenía fuertemente por la cintura tratando de guiar tus movimientos desenfrenados.

La habitación se había llenado de gemidos por parte de ambos, estaban extasiados. Felipe comenzó a moverse muy rápido dentro de ti haciendo que tuvieras que sujetarte desde su cuello mientras dabas pequeños brincos sobre él. Todo tu cuerpo se tensó estando cada vez más cerca del clímax, sentías como tus paredes lo apretaban hasta llevarlo a acabar dentro tuyo, llenándote por segunda vez lo que hizo que tu llegaras al instante.

Para este momento ya estabas prácticamente agotada y sobreestimulada, pero Enzo no iba a desaprovechar esta oportunidad, y nuevamente esa mirada cómplice entre esos dos se hizo presente.

Estamos recién empezando, nena. —Habló Enzo sonriéndote de oreja a oreja.

Ahora solo recuerdas el último momento que fue cuando los tres se dejaron caer sobre la cama desordenada, todos con la respiracion agitada, despeinados y más que satisfechos. Dejaste un suave beso en la mejilla de pipe y te volteaste a mirar a tu novio, tratando de darle las gracias por este espectacular momento que te había regalado.

me tardé un mundo en subir esto, pero es que sentía que estaba escribiendo pura pavada sin sentido y ahora que lo veo me di cuenta de que se hizo más corto de lo que imaginé pipipi. de igual igual forma creo que para ser la primera vez haciendo algo así no está del todo maaal, y tengo varias ideas para seguir escribiendo así que se vienen cositas. 🤲🏻

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months ago

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Stockton!Series Part Four: Sierra - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez)

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Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.

Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.

Part Three: In the Dark - You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.

Bishop is livid, fucking livid. He can feel the fury chasing through his veins as he stands on the patch of land outside the clubhouse at two in the morning, his eyes fixed on the three men kneeling in front of him, their hands bound behind their backs.

Sanchez, the man who had planned to burn down your house.

Flaco, the man who’d tried to murder you in your sleep.

Ramos, the fucking orchestrator of all this chaos.

Hank and Taza stand on either side of their prisoners, making sure no one gets a stupid fucking idea in their head and tries to run.

It’s fitting in a way that it comes down to the old guard. These were the men who swore to protect you once upon a time. When your father was at his wits end, staring down the bottom of bottle because he didn’t know how to help you. What you don’t know, what you will never know is that they had plans for the list your father made all those years ago. If you hadn’t sought your vengeance first, they would have done it for you.

He hears the roar of the motorcycle in the distance, it tears through the air like a banshee screaming into the night. Noone speaks as the rider pulls up, they simply wait as he climbs off the bike, his snakeskin cowboy boots clicking against the concrete. He’s wearing his kutte tonight, his El Padrino patch showing predominantly in the overhead lights on he strides towards Bishop.

That rage, it seems to simmer. Bishop can feel it radiating from the other man as he draws closer, his eyes glowing like coals from the deepest depths of hell. El Padrino’s out for blood tonight, Bishop can taste it.

“Just these three?” He asks Bishop, indicating towards their captives.

Bishop removes Ramos’s phone from his pocket before handing it to Marcus. The other man studies the messages intently, his thumb scrolling through them as he takes in the details of the hit.

Raze it the ground, he’d written. I want her to burn.

“Smokey wasn’t involved?” Marcus questions, handing the phone back to Bishop.

Bishop shakes his head as he returns it to his pocket.

“I have Riz keeping him company in the clubhouse, figured you’d want to talk to him once you were finished with them.” He says, inclining his head towards the three Stockton men.

“You were right.” Marcus says, withdrawing the Berretta from the waist band of his trousers.

He points the weapon at Sanchez.

“The one that wanted to burn down their home.” Marcus says before pulling the trigger.

Flaco cries out as the blood splashes across his face, the stench of cordite fills the air as Marcus points the gun at him.

“The one who fired an assault rifle into their bed.” Marcus pulls the trigger again and Flaco falls face first onto the concrete.

“And you,” Marcus says turning his attention to Ramos. “The man who can’t let the past just die, who has to come back and rake it up because he can’t stand the fact a dead man was a better Mayan that he will ever be.”

Ramos laughs, it’s a haunting rasp that echoes through the yard as he stares up at Marcus.

“She grew up pretty didn’t she? Javi’s daughter.” Ramos says, a cruel smile spreading across his features. “Just like her mother.”

There’s a flash of steel behind Marcus’s eyes, his hand threads through Ramo’s hair, gripping it tightly before he tugs it back and jams the Berretta right under his chin.

“A bullet is too good for you.” Marcus snarls as he locks gazes with Ramos.

“She was my girl.” Ramos hisses, his tongue running over his lower lip. “Sierra was mine until he rolled up and took her!”

“She didn’t belong to you.” Marcus snaps, driving the gun even harder into the other man’s jaw. “That is something you have never been able to understand. She had a choice, and she didn’t choose you.”

“I had her anyway.” Ramos reminds him and, in that moment, he looks every inch the animal he is. “I took what was his and I ruined it.”

“I should have let him kill you that night.” Marcus seethes as he wrenches the other man’s head back even further. “I should have let him beat you to death, instead of pulling him off you.”

“But you didn’t and now we’re here.” Ramos grins, blood staining his teeth. “I bet her daughter would have tasted just as sweet as she did…”

The words are barely out of his mouth before the gunshot explodes through the scrapyard, his brains spattering across the concrete.

“Take their kuttes.” Marcus says as he stares down at Ramos’s corpse. “We’re heading up to Stockton.”

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m-jelly · 1 year ago

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Tea for two - Chapter 5

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Canon world, post-war, injured Levi, scarred Levi, romance, falling in love, fluff, angst, emotional pain, emotional Levi, foreplay, handjob.

In this chapter: You meet the remaining scouts and the two kids Levi took under his wing for a bit. You have a picnic together and enjoy some time together. You and Levi have a moment in his bedroom. You shower him in love and touch him as he touches your chest. You finish the day with some time in the sea.

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The sea breeze drifted through your hair and dress as you waited patiently for the ship to dock. Gabi, Flaco and the remaining scouts Levi had cared for were arriving together to spend time, catch up and have a few things to eat and drink. Nerves were firing through you because this was the closest you got to Levi introducing you to his family. First impressions were important and you were going to do your best to get them to like you.

“LEVIIII!”

Levi waved to Gabi hanging off the railing and Falco trying to pull her back. “Tch, damn kids.”

You smiled a little. “She’s energetic.”

“She is.” He let out a long sigh. “She’s not bad.”

You gulped hard. “I hope they like me.”

“They will.”

You shifted on your feet. “So, it’s Gabi, Falco, Connie, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Annie and Reiner?”

He rubbed your back. “You got it.”

“Annie and Armin are a couple.”

“Yes.”

You gulped again. “And Annie was the female titan.”

“Yes.”

You gazed at Levi. “Are you going to be okay?”

He released a long sigh. “I won’t stop a man in love.”

“You’re a good man, but she put you through so much pain.” You kissed his cheek. “You shouldn’t punish yourself.”

He looked at you. “I can do it because I have you here.”

You bumped against him. “you’re cute.”

“I love you.”

You kissed him. “Love you too.” You looked down at Bo wearing his best collar. “They like dogs, right?”

Levi chuckled. “They’ll love Bo.”

“Hope so.”

Gabi ran off the boat and towards Levi. “Levi!” She hugged him tightly. “You’re out of your chair!”

Levi smiled. “Yeah. Tch, you’re loud.”

“Sorry.” She giggled. “It’s good to see you.”

Falco jogged over and panted. “Sorry, Levi.”

Levi smiled. “I don’t mind. Was the journey okay?”

“It was good. We’re trying to build up a friendship with Armin and the others. One day at a time.”

“Well, at least you’re trying.”

Reiner walked over and clenched up a little at seeing the man who stabbed him through the neck long ago. “Captain.”

Levi nodded. “Reiner.” He pulled his gaze away and smiled at the others. “Welcome, Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Jean and…Annie…” He gazed at Armin and could still see the sparkle of hope in his eyes. “Glad you could make it. You here to stay for a while?”

Armin nodded. “We miss Paradis and it is rough going backwards and forwards a lot for political reasons.”

“You’re doing great. I am proud of you.”

“Thank you.” Armin blushed a little. “I just want to help.”

Jean gazed at you with a little blush on his cheeks. “Hi.”

You smiled brightly. “Hello!”

Levi noticed and pulled you over to him. “This wonderful lady that Jean has noticed is very important to me.” He softly said your name. “She’s my everything.”

Connie laughed. “Our Captain has a girlfriend!”

Mikasa’s eyes widened. “Huh, interesting.”

You smiled and bowed to them. “Lovely to meet you all.”

“How did you meet?”

You looked at Levi. “Levi hired me to work at his shop and over the months together we fell for each other.”

Gabi gasped. “That’s romantic.”

You petted Bo’s head. “This is Bo. He’s a friendly smart dog.”

Levi cleared his throat. “He helps me out. He guides me often.”

Jean reached over and petted Bo. “He’s cute.”

Levi introduced everyone to you. “Shall we get going? My girlfriend has made a wonderful lunch for us all.” He winked at you. “Lead the way.”

You grinned. “Okay!”

Levi walked over to the group. "Listen here, you little shits, this is my last order ever. You treat that goddess of a woman there with fucking respect or I'll rip your spines out. She's my world. Got it?"

Armin smiled. “We understand.”

Falco welled up a little. “We’re happy for you.”

Levi blushed a little. “Thanks. Let’s get moving. I don’t want to keep my love waiting.” He limped a little fast to catch up with you.

Mikasa hummed. “I never would have thought the grumpy Captain would have a girlfriend.”

Annie glanced over. “He might be holding her hostage.”

Armin laughed nervously. “Annie, they’re in love.”

Jean put his hands in his pockets. “I think it’s great. Means there is hope for us all.”

Reiner’s eyes widened. “Maybe I should talk to Historia.”

Connie groaned. “Give up on her. She has a lover and a kid.”

Levi slipped inside his home and watched you hurry around. “Darling, do you need help?”

You smiled at him as you moved around. “I’m okay.”

“Darling.”

You walked over to him and kissed him. “It’s all okay. You should lead your friends to the garden. I have lots of blankets all setup and a chair for you.”

He let out a long sigh. “Thank you. I’ll go herd the group.”

You hummed a laugh. “Wonderful. I’ll be out in a bit.”

Levi held your hips and kissed you. “I love you.”

“Love you always.”

He released you and limped outside and unlocked the side gate. “Tch, oi! You lot! Over here.” He stepped to the side and sighed as they all came in. “Take your shoes off before you lie down on the blankets. Also, be polite and eat everything that is given to you.”

You walked out with a tray and a smile. “I have lemonade and I made too much food. I’ll bring everything out. I hope you’re hungry.”

Armin walked over to you and took the tray. “We’re starving. Thank you.”

You released the tray and smiled. “Thank you. I’ll get the rest.”

Connie jumped to his feet. “I’ll help.”

Jean got up as well. “I’ll help, you might end up hurting yourself.”

You hummed a laugh. “I don’t mind the help.” You turned and walked to the door. “I have three more trays of things to bring out.”

Connie ran over. “Coming!”

Jean strolled over. “Happy to help.”

You hummed a laugh as you set up the trays. “Connie, could you take the ones with savoury things on and Jean could you take this one with baked breads? I’ll take in the sweets.”

“Did you make all this?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“It looks incredible.” He smiled at you. “You’re very talented.”

You giggled. “Thank you so much.”

Jean flinched when he heard a growl. He turned around to see Levi. “Captain.”

Levi gave him a deadpan look. “Chatting up my girlfriend, huh?”

“I-I was just complimenting her.”

You smiled. “Boys? Could you take all of that out? I need to talk to Levi.”

Levi nibbled his lip. “Darling.”

You put your tray down and walked up to Levi. “Grumpy.” You cupped his face. “I love you.”

He whined. “I know you do and I love you as well.” He sighed. “It’s just, he’s young and handsome.”

“He’s much younger than me, too young. Plus, I didn’t even notice his looks.”

“Okay…”

You hugged Levi tightly. “You’re so cute sometimes.” You pulled back and smiled. “Let’s go spend time with your friends, or should I call them your adopted kids.”

Levi chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

You picked up the tray. “Let’s go.”

He limped with you and walked out into the nice sun and enjoyed how lively it was outside. He smiled softly as you seemed to get on well with everyone. His heart raced as you took a mother-like role with them all. He knew that he was going to have the perfect life with you.

Levi held the shorts in his hands as he whined a little. He was happy to do the swimming therapy and he didn’t care that the scouts were still around and they were going to join in the beach date, he was just worried about you seeing how bad the scars were on his leg. He hung his head a little in shame. He wanted you so badly to keep loving him, but he didn’t think this scar made him loveable.

“Levi?”

Levi looked up at you and admired your swim costume, the one-piece looked incredible on your figure. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You walked closer to him. “Are you worried about something?”

“My leg doesn’t look the best.”

You knelt in front of him and placed your hands on his thighs. “I love you, Levi. You’re perfect to me.”

He smiled at you. “I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed him. “Let me help you change.”

“O-Okay.”

You shuffled on your knees and stopped between his legs. You slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “I worry about my body too. I know I shouldn’t compare, but it is hard.”

He smiled. “I like that I don’t feel alone. I like that we share the same feelings and emotions.”

You hummed a laugh. “I’m happy we have each other as well.”

He watched you closely. “I have marks on me from the old gear we used.”

“I have marks on me as well. Stretch marks mainly.”

“Beautiful stripes.”

You blushed. “Thank you.” You opened his shirt and gasped at seeing his muscles and a very light dusting of black chest hair on his pecs and a tempting treasure trail. “Fuck…” You reached over and lightly touched his chest. “So warm and soft.”

Levi whined a little and said your name. “You feel nice.”

You looked up at him. “You’re so handsome.”

He gasped and shivered when your fingers trailed down his abs. He moaned your name. “I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed him as you ran both your hands over his body. “I love you too.” You kissed along his jawline to his neck. “I love you so much.”

Levi moaned as you bit and sucked on his neck. He shivered as he felt a sensation inside him that he’d never felt before with anyone except you, pure arousal. Levi hadn’t really thought about sex before, but his head was flooded with thoughts of making love to you. He wanted to hear you pant and moan his name. He wanted to fill you and explore you. He wanted to get to know every single inch of you.

Levi grabbed your upper arms. “Ah, w-wait.”

“Something wrong?”

He shifted a little. “I uh…”

You noticed him glance down before looking away. “Do you have an erection?”

He nodded shyly. “I do.”

“That’s okay. That happens when you like someone.” You reached for his belt and played with it. “I have a suggestion, but only if you’re comfortable.”

“S-Sure.”

“I’ll touch you so you get used to intimacy and you can touch a part of me.”

He gulped hard. “I’d love that.”

You got up and walked to the door. You locked it and approached Levi. “Can you sit against the headboard?”

Levi shifted on the bed and sat up against the headboard as you asked. He purred as you crawled closer to him and straddled him. He shivered as you sat on his thighs. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“So, getting used to touch and intimacy, right?”

You nodded and reached up. “I’ll introduce you to my breasts and I’ll touch your umm dick.” You undid his belt. “That okay?”

He nodded. “Y-Yes. Ah, what if I don’t look good…”

“You’ll look amazing.” You pulled his zip down and pushed your hand into his boxers. “Ah.” You pulled Levi’s erection out and marvelled at how it looked. He was just above average length but his thickness was impressive. You tilted your head as you studied his blood-filled tip and then the veins that wrapped around his shaft and pulsed with each beat of his heart. “Pretty.”

Levi blushed. “Wh-what?”

You looked up at him. “You have a pretty cock.”

“Mm…thank you.” He blushed harder. He grunted when you moved your hand on him a little. “You f-feel nice.”

You released Levi. “Oh, for you.” You reached up to the top of your swim costume. You pulled it down and shifted your breasts out. You looked up to see Levi’s eyes were wide as he gazed at them. “You can touch them.”

He reached up with shaky hands. “I umm…”

You took his hands and placed them on your breasts. “Gentle with your touch. Massage a bit.”

Levi gripped your breasts and admired how parts were spilling between his fingers. “So soft, warm, squishy and plump.” He moved his thumb over your nipples making you shiver. “These sensitive?”

You moaned a little. “Yes.”

Levi smiled at you. “I’m glad I can make you feel good.”

You wrapped your hand around Levi’s cock and started moving your hand up and down on him. You panted and moaned as he massaged your breasts. You leaned closer and kissed Levi softly at first as your feelings were soft and delicate, but passion started to burn. Your teeth tugged on his bottom lip making Levi growl. You smiled a little at him before opening your mouth and accepting his tongue into your mouth.

Levi was in heaven as you touched his cock. He had touched himself before, but it was so rare that he did. Whenever he got a hard-on he would just touch himself to get it over with and relieve himself. He gripped your breasts a bit tighter as he moaned in delight. He couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be touched by you. Your hand was so warm and your scent was wrapping him up tightly and made him feel so loved.

Levi was so madly and deeply in love with you. He bucked a little against your hand as he squeezed your breasts. He pulled from your lips as he panted and moaned your name. He tapped his forehead against yours and moaned your name again. He tilted his head and kissed your neck. He ragged his lips up and down your neck and felt so much pleasure in being with you. He dragged his tongue up your neck as he let his instincts take over. He opened his mouth and bit your neck a little to make sure there would be a mark to prove you were his. He sucked your neck right after biting.

You moaned in pleasure at Levi sucking on your neck. You couldn’t believe how delicate Levi was being. His bites were dominating but controlled. He was showing you all the passion and love he had for you in just a small and intimate moment. He moaned a little as precum leaked from his tip. He was going to say something about it being dirty but you kept moving your hand and rubbing your thumb over his tip.

Levi pulled back from your neck and leaned his head back as he panted and moaned in pleasure. “F-Fuck.”

“This feel good?”

He nodded and whimpered. “I love it.” He grunted at your touch. “I think I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for me.”

He huffed and mewled. “I don’t w-want to get you m-messy.”

“It’s okay, I’ll clean it.” You kissed him over and over. “Cum for me. Enjoy yourself.”

He grunted and thrust into your hand. “I love you.”

You smiled at him. “Love you too.”

He massaged and gripped your breasts. “You’re so wonderful and perfect.” He shivered in delight. “Shit.” He threw his head back as his chest rose and fell heavily. “A-ah.” He looked at you with hooded eyes and moaned your name. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Levi.”

Levi moaned as he came at your sweet words. “Ngh, ah, ha, ha, mmm.” He bucked against your hand as his cum covered his pecs and abs. “Fuck.”

You pulled back and admired Levi with a light frosting on his body. “You look incredible.”

“Th-thank you.”

You kissed him and purred in delight. “I’ll clean you up, wait here.”

“Y-Yes.”

You climbed off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. You cleaned your hands and tucked your breasts away. You grabbed a wet cloth and hurried back to Levi. “Let’s get you cleaned up, handsome.”

Levi smiled as he watched you. “Thank you.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’re so handsome and cute.”

“Thank you.”

You nuzzled your nose against his. “How do you feel?”

He blushed a little. “I feel great. I’ve never…that was a first for me. I mean, I have touched myself in the past but I didn’t think of anyone.” He watched you tuck him away. “I really liked it. Loved it. However, you didn’t feel good.”

“I did. You touched me so nicely.”

He reached over and touched your boob. “I’m glad, but still.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck and kissed him. “How about next time I show you how to touch me?”

He smiled and nodded. “I want that. I want to be good in bed. I know we’ll lead up to sex, but I need to get to know your body.”

“I’ll help you get to know every inch of me.”

He growled a little. “I’m looking forward to it.”

You picked up his shorts. “Ready to change?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You helped him take his shirt off and paused a moment. “Do you want me to help with your trousers?”

“Please. My leg aches a bit.”

You pulled his belt off and undid his trousers. You helped Levi out of his trousers and then his boxers. You stood up and gazed at Levi standing naked before you. Your heart raced in your chest as you admired his handsome body. “You look incredible.”

He smiled a little. “Even my leg?”

You looked at the large scars on his left leg. “Yes.” You knelt in front of him and covered his leg in kisses. “You’re wonderful.”

Levi blushed when you looked up at him. He looked away and groaned. “Tch, looking at me like that and kissing my leg…”

You giggled and shifted his legs and pulled his shorts up. “They okay?”

He looked back at you and nodded. “Comfy.”

You kissed him and smiled. “Good.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I adore you.”

You hugged him back. “Me too. You’re my everything.”

Levi cupped your face and kissed you. “I feel relaxed because of your touch. Thank you.” He kissed you again and sighed through his nose. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth and moaned in delight. “I want to be with you always.”

“I promise we will be.”

He held you. “I don’t want to go out there to swim. I just want to hold you here.”

You hummed a laugh. “I want that too, but you have to get your exercise in for your leg.”

He pouted. “Yeah…”

You held his hand and pulled him along. “Come on.” You led him to the door and unlocked it. “Plus, those lovely kids are waiting for you.”

He blushed a little. “You’re right.”

You hummed a laugh. “We can do it.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you need your cane?”

He shook his head. “I need you, that’s all.”

“So cute.” You pulled him against you and walked with him down the hall of his sweet cottage and outside. You followed the path and saw the scouts playing with Bo on the beach. “What a lovely thing to see.”

Levi chuckled. “Yeah, it’s wonderful.” He gulped hard. “We’ll get this when we have kids, right?”

“Right.” You kissed Levi’s cheek. “I look forward to those days.”

He gripped you a little and stopped in his tracks. “I umm…I don’t know about this.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I…I’m okay with you seeing me…but…these lot.”

You stood between the scouts and Levi. “We can be away from them.”

He hummed and hugged you. “I guess.”

“Are you worried that they’ll pity you?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I hate it when people pity me.”

You sighed. “I can’t say how they will act, react or feel. All I can say is, I think you are wonderful and these kids have known you for a long time. All of those kids have their own scars. They care about you, about us. It’ll be okay.”

Levi nodded. “You’re right. It’ll be okay.”

You winked at him and then pulled him down to the beach. You got into the water a bit before turning around and facing Levi. You held his hands and walked backwards. “Bit at a time.”

He whined a bit as he walked into the water. “Bit at a time.”

You kissed his hands. “We’ll have a bath together after this.”

He gazed at you. “Together? You’ll be sharing the bath with me?”

“If you want me to.”

He smiled softly. “I want that.”

You kissed his hands. “Wonderful. It’ll be nice.”

He gasped as the water hit his upper thighs. “Mm.”

“Do you want to stop for a moment?”

He shook his head. “N-No, I’ve got this.”

“You’re doing great.” You smiled softly. “Just perfect. I’m proud of you.”

He smiled at you. “Thank you.” He walked closer to you and pressed his body against yours. “You’re warm.”

You hummed a laugh. “Thank you.” You pulled him further into the water and started swimming backwards. “How does it feel?”

“Nice. This water is different from normal water. The salt in it helps me float a little.”

“Is it easier on your joints?”

“Yes.” He smiled at you. “Thank you.”

You lowered yourself down in the water. “Can you swim?”

“Yes.” He shifted in the water and chuckled. “It’s a lot easier. We should do this more often.”

You giggled. “Yes.”

Levi swam after you but you kept swimming away. “Get back here.”

You laughed. “You just have to catch me.”

He growled. “I will get you.”

You swam a distance away and waited for him. “If you swim to me, I’ll give you a kiss and a cuddle.”

Levi swam fast towards you and dove into your arms. “Easy.”

You hugged him tightly. “Perfect.”

He crashed his lips against yours and sighed. “I’ll always catch you. You’ll never leave me.”

You giggled. “I never will leave you. You’re all mine.”

“I love that.” He sighed. “I love you.”

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loveon-venus · 2 years ago

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Bill Kaulitz x Mexicana reader

THIS ONE FOR MY MEXICAN POOKIES AND FOR MEEEEE

When you guys first started dating you really wanted to take him to one of your family’s carne asadas

He was extremely nervous because you’ve told him what your mom use to do to you and your siblings, and because of how much family you have

When you guys got there he said hi to all your family members and once he went to say hi to your mom he was sweating bullets

Your mom looked at him and said “Te miras flaco comé algo mijo!” then she gave him a big ass plate of food

Now that you guys are older and have been together for a while you always get calls from your mom asking when you two will get married

(Now let’s get on to the main reason why I wrote this!)

You’ve always loved dancing

Cumbia, zapateado, bachata, merengue, corridos, norteñas, huapangos, etc

Bill felt bad for not knowing how to dance (and a little jealous because whenever you two went to bailes guys would always ask you to dance, ESPECIALLY for huapangos)

So he started practicing whenever he could but that also meant you were forced to dance too

You didn’t mind it though, you thought it was sweet he was trying to learn just for you

When he got better at dancing he was so happy and asked 20 times a day when there would be another baile

When there finally was another one he immediately dragged you to the dance floor

You guys danced for the entire night <3

AAAAHHH GIMME A MAN LIKE BILL THAT WILL DANCE WITH ME! Anyway I’ll probably writing a shit load more of this.

#bill kaulitz #x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x reader

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silkfyre · 1 year ago

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W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters.

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Detroit: Become Human

Chloe

Conner

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

RK900 (Nines)

Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacClean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

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angelustful · 2 years ago

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Calling him “Mi Flako”.

I thought of belphie when I came up with this headcanon but I might do the rest of the brothers later. ˑ ִ ֗ < 3 This was lazy kinda so I’m sorry if it don’t make sense, hope y’all enjoy tho.♡︎

Mexican reader/mc, established relationship, a lil short fluffy headcanon. Belphegor x reader.

warning- I think some people might find the nickname offensive, and I apologize for that cause I don’t aim it to be that way. It’s just meant to be a cute lil nickname. I’m sorry if it’s offensive or its a sensitive nickname. If you’re comfortable, you can read it.< 3

Watching a movie with Belphie has always been tiring yet comfortable. Whenever you’re with him, you always feel this sense of falling asleep or just tiredness. You don’t know if it’s his powers or just because you’re relaxed and comfortable around him.

Tonight is not different, you turn your head slightly to look at Belphie. Checking if he’s still awake or asleep like usual. His eyes were droopy, he looks like he’s gonna fall asleep any minute, but in reality he’s paying attention, just his sin taking over. He feels you staring at him so he looks up to meet your eyes looking at him curiously. “Why are you staring at me like that, do I got something on my face?” He asks, his tone sleepy yet confused. You chuckle, slightly embarrassed that you didn’t realize how long you were staring at him. “Nada, just wondering if you were still awake.” He looks at you for a second before he hums and continues to lie his head back down and watch the screen. “It’s alright to admit that you like staring at me, I don’t mind.” He teases, that little shitty bastard. He looks back at you and grins at your surprised flustered reaction. “No te creas güey, solo estaba checando.” In a slightly annoyed tone, you responded. Having to deal with his teasing almost everyday can get you annoyed and irritated. He chuckles before he returns his attention back to the big screen.

A few minutes had passed after that and you realized you’re starting to get really hungry, yet feeling tired to move or walk. You don’t have the energy to get up for some snacks or a drink and just want to stay glued to the comfy bed. Founding the solution to your problem, you grinned slightly, calling for your boyfriend who’s head is on your lap. “Oye mi flako, me puedes agarrar una bolsa de chips y un vaso de agua para mi, porfis?” Trying to sound innocent enough for him to do what you ask. Turning his head slightly back to meet your eyes staring at him, he says “Mi Flako? Eso es nuevo.” He looks a little flustered, his cheeks faint pink on his pale skin. “Que? No te gusta?” you ask, trying to tease him a little further. “N-No no, not at all, just a little caught of guard..” his blush deepening even more, making him look red. You can tell he’s trying to hide it with his bangs in the way. “I don’t mind you calling me that again..I like it, it’s cute.” You chuckle at his adorable state, almost forgetting you were hungry until you heard your stomach growling. Feeling very embarrassed and sheepish, you clear your throat. “Pues me vas a traer chips o no güey?” He chuckles, “hehe..ok pues mi estrella, espérate!” Shaking your head as he gets up from your lap, looking at him with adoration. Your eyes following him, seeing him dragging himself to get some snacks for you. Adjusting yourself in a more comfortable position, you really had the urge to go to sleep so you chose to close your eyes ‘just for a few minutes’, you thought. Before you know it, you start dozing off and the last thing you remember before you fully do, you hear distant footsteps and a feeling of warm lips against your forehead. “Buenas noches, mi amor.” Really, moments like these were very special with your flaco.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me belphegor #om belphegor #belphegor x reader #belphegor x mc #obey me belphie #angelustful #ꜝ𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔲𝔯𝔞ꜞ꒱ ֗#֗ ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔬 ⸃⸃☦︎︎#latino reader #Hispanic reader #mexican reader #belphegor x y/n #belphegor headcanons #belphie x reader #belphie x mc

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splat-dragon · 4 years ago

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But he was a step above them - he was the boss, he couldn’t just plop down and spread out his wings, ask them to preen him. And none of them dared approach him and offer, either. So, though he never could reach some of his scapulars or secondary coverts, and coaxing free his crooked feathers was more ‘tugging’ considering he couldn’t twist to reach them right, he took care of his wings himself. Maybe they were a bit dusty, a bit too oily, the feathers a bit crooked, but it was the best he could do.

Flaco couldn’t remember the last time he’d had someone preen his wings.

His men preened each other’s wings, of course. They had no women to do it for them, no mates to curl up with and slowly untangle their feathers, coax free the feathers that had broken or come loose. And perhaps to the civilized folk it might have been odd - even illegal, in some places, for a man to preen a man he wasn’t related to’s wings - but they were no such thing as civilized.

He caught you looking at them, sometimes. When he was digging around to get the money to pay you, and he always took great amusement in the way that you blushed underneath your chilled flush when he flared his wings just slightly, showing off his wren’s feathers. And, to his glee, it hadn’t escaped him that you always started to flare your wings in return before catching yourself, giving him an absolutely filthy look before turning on your heel and trotting back out to head down the mountain, nose in the air.

And then you catch him trying to straighten a feather. You’d passed his men in a group preening session, all huddled together and coaxing feathers and taking advantage of the warm (for the Grizzlies, at least) weather to pull off their gloves and rub the oils from the oil gland over their wings. He’d sent you out a few hours passed to ‘handle’ some bounty hunters that had been giving him and his gang some trouble, and hadn’t expected you back quite so soon. He looked at you, hand frozen with the feather half-way out, then flinches as it comes loose with a painful ‘snap!’

You raise the head of the lead bounty hunter as to say ‘job done!’ before dropping it and perking your own wings and waggling them, then gesturing towards his. “Eh?” his eyebrows raise in surprise - after all, preening is a very intimate thing and he isn’t quite sure if you are quite there yet, but he’ll take what he can get - “If you’re sure, pequeña ave ,” and stands to offer you his chair, sitting cross legged at the foot of it. You have to spread your legs to fit him - he’s broad, after all, and after a moment you tug carefully on his rightmost wing to drape it over your lap; and then a moment, and you tug at his thick jacket, Flaco hesitating for a long moment (had you overstepped? you worry) before shrugging it off over his arms and wings and tossing it away, shivering in the cold.

Carefully, you run your hands over the bend of the wing in your lap, flexing it open and closed before leaving it open, his feathers spread across your lap. His feathers, you frown, are a mess, filthy, oily but not in a good way. They’d be pretty, you think, when covered in their natural oils, nice and shiny and straightened out, and at that thought your own wings try to flare but you tamp down the urge, draping them over the back of the chair.

Hours of sitting in the chair haven’t done them any justice, either. The feathers are tangled, twisted and split and matted, some missing altogether, others dangling halfway out and needing to be removed.

You reach over, grabbing a stained rag he’s set aside for just such a purpose, and wipe it clean on your pants leg before beginning to carefully wipe his wing clean, swiping down on each feather gently, the wren shivering, his wing fluttering in your hand. “Soft,” you mutter, and he presses his wing down into your hand, leaning back against your leg, and you set the rag aside, intending on getting all the gnarls and mats and tangles out of his feathers.

And there are so many, “Y’never tend your wings?” you grumble as you carefully coax free a snapped primary, Flaco bracing himself for pain only to sigh when it only tugs a little, like a gentle pinch, leaning back as you go to work untwisting a pair of tangled coverts, smoothing down the ruffled barbs with your thumb. You give his scapulars a wide berth as you go to work smoothing ruffled barbs and sticking-up feathers, humming something tunelessly under your breath as you fall into the instinctual rhythm — you hadn’t realized just how long it’s been since you’ve been able to groom someone, and his feathers feel so nice beneath your fingers. As his eyes go half-lidded with the pleasure your own do the same, the motions familiar, instinctive, as soothing as cleaning and oiling your gun at the end of a long day and before you know it there’s a pile of gently plucked feathers at your side and his feathers are perfectly neat as any ‘gentleman’s’, and all they need are—

—maybe later, that is a bit too intimate. So you nudge him, and the older outlaw jolts awake with a snort, clumsily shoving his other wing in your lap and you do the same to it, wiping it clean before beginning to preen him again, the motions nearly hypnotizing as you fall into that trance, the man slumping back against you and allowing his eyes to drift shut, dozing but not falling asleep. His left wing is almost worse than his right - most of his primaries are rumpled, and getting the barbs back into place is no easy thing - but once they are, a few that are too bent to be saved coaxed into the pile, he looks like a striking bird, though his brown feathers look a bit dusty, if only he’d just let you…

“Flaco?” you ask quietly, tugging your gloves off your hands and setting them aside. And he stiffens - he knows what you’re asking - before finally taking a deep breath and arching his wings so you can access the glistening oil glands at the base of his wings, the man gasping and shuddering as you rub your hands over them, making sure your hands are soaked through before beginning to massage his wings, carefully rubbing each, individual, tiny little feather between your fingers, starting at the top and working your way to his larger feathers, making sure not to miss a single barb. It’s rhythmic, as soothing for you as it is for him, and you only blink back to awareness when his wing is gorgeous, glistening and a rich shade of tan, and he’s all out dozing, your legs asleep where he rests against them. He wakes, just barely, when you tell him to give you his other wing, then dozes off again after the sudden jolt when you soak your hands in the oil of his oil gland, basking in the massage.

You could preen him forever, it is so soothing, but it is so easy to overpreen that you have to force yourself to stop, to wipe your hands clean on the rag (though you’ll have to wash them proper soon unless you want to reek of him) and nudge him awake.

He yawns, and stretches out his wings, giving a satisfied groan, “Aaah, that feels good,” and you can imagine, your own wings itch and it has only been a few months since you’ve been preened, Flaco must have gone years and that sounds agonizing!

Slowly he stands, joints cracking back into place and you try not to grin, though your grin is quickly wiped off your face in your confusion as he turns to you and gestures to the floor, “Well? Sit!” and when you move to stand but not to sit he huffs, grabs you by your arm and guides you to sit with your back between his spread legs. “It’s your turn, pajarita, it’s only fair.”

Any misgivings you might have, he quickly puts to rest.

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cowboyfromh3ll · 1 year ago

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Would you ever write for Flaco Hernandez? Our big mountain man needs love 🫣😫😁

I low-key forgot he existed 💀 yes of course I'll write for him. I love writing Mexican characters

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead fanfiction #flaco Hernández #flaco Hernández x reader

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neon-junkie · 4 years ago

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not to be dramatic but if you wrote some flaco/male reader i would actually owe you my life

not to be dramatic but flaco can literally make u cum without touching ur cock sooooo *puts my hand out* give me ur life now please

here’s a lil drabble for u, nsfw below the cut x

Translations: Chico buen - Good boy Puto - Slut (also means bitch) Sentirás mi por semanas - You’re going to feel me for weeks They’re really shitty google translate stuff but AT LEAST IM TRYING.

"Chico buen," Flaco praises you, refusing to stop the harshness of his thrusts, despite how long he'd been at it. You're sore by now but oh god, does it feel good.

Flaco's got you exactly where he wants you, face down on his bed, a pillow under your hips to raise your ass in the air, only for his hips to push you down into the mattress. One large hand is pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you flat on the bed, refusing to let you move despite your whines and moans. He's been fucking you for what feels like hours, load after load buried deep in your ass, his cum trailing from your hole down your balls and thighs. The sight only turns Flaco on even more, eager to leave you in more of a mess.

"You're so obedient. So well trained," the gunslinger praises you, his breath hot on the back of your neck, his deep words whispering into your ear. "Letting me use you like this. And to think, you haven't come once," Flaco grins, his hand moving from your back to reach down and gently caress your balls, feeling how swollen they are. "Poor thing. I might let you cum soon, you deserve it."

Flaco's hand moves back to your shoulder blades as he shifts his weight, sitting up slightly but still practically lying on top of you. His hips pick up the pace, cock slamming down into you, the sound of skin against skin echoing around the cabin.

"One last load. You think you can handle that, puto?" Flaco asks you, his voice husk as always. You can only nod in response, too exhausted to speak. "Good boy. You're so good for Flaco, aren't you?" He grins, enjoying the sight of you coming undone, utterly debauched, a mess beneath him.

Flaco grunts as he slams into you, making the wooden bed creak and shake. His thrusts are deep and quick, fucking you so hard you'll feel this for weeks. There's no way you're going to be able to mount your horse after this, let alone sit down.

"You're going to cum when I do, okay? I know you're aching for release," Flaco orders. You nod again, managing to let out a "Yes sir." Flaco hums in appreciation, grinning at your response. Sir? That's a name he could get used to.

"I'm close," Flaco growls, his pace picking up. "Sentirás mi por semanas," he tells you as he shifts his weight again, placing both his hands on your shoulders, holding you steady as he continues to fuck you. "Come on, cum for me," Flaco orders, a slight purr to his voice. How can you deny him?

You finally let your orgasm hit you. You cry out, shaking as you release, your cum spilling out onto the bed, mixing with Flaco's loads that had dribbled down from your hole. Flaco can't hold himself back any more, burying another load into you, grunting as your hole tightens around him. The noise Flaco lets out can only be described as feral, a mix between a growl and a moan, the sound making you whimper; it's music to your ears.

Flaco holds himself there for a few moments, his muscles shaking as he rides his high, eyes screwed shut. After a few deep breaths and another praise, "buen chico," Flaco pulls out, sitting back on his knees. You're still a whimpering mess and Flaco loves it. His hands are on your ass, massaging you, admiring the sight of your ruined hole, his thick finger prodding at you, pushing his load back into you.

"White really is your colour," Flaco chuckles, giving your cheek a firm slap before shuffling off the bed. He strides across the cabin, butt-naked, finding something to clean you up with. You're exhausted and all you can do is lie there, watching Flaco look around and quickly give up, picking his shirt from the ground and using that instead.

His figure is dreamy, a large stocky build with a fair amount of hair. He still has pecs, but his abs have turned squishy, leaving him with a not-too-large stomach. His arms are dreamy, thick and beefy, biceps naturally bulging, the sight of them only makes you want him to pin you down and take you again.

Flaco's gentle, cleaning you off, praising you over and over for doing such a good job. "You're going to have to stay here a while, no way you can ride after this," Flaco chuckles, wiping what he can off the blanket and urging you to get yourself comfortable.

The pillow you were lying on is ruined, so Flaco uses his thick coat to act as a pillow instead, folding it up and placing it at the head of the bed. He gets in beside you, pulling you onto him so you're lying across his chest, chest hair against your cheek, your head in the crook of his neck. He tucks the blanket around you both, ensuring you're warm.

"Sleep now," Flaco tells you in a much calmer tone, placing the gentlest kiss you've ever received on your forehead. You're quick to do so, falling asleep shortly with Flaco following not long after.

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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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The Gang Reacts to You Dressing Fancy for a Job

“Is it okay to ask for the RDR2 gang (or just Javier if it’s too much!) seeing their crush all prettied and dressed up for a job (like the riverboat or Bronte’s garden party)? Would they work up the courage to ask them out? your writing sustains me”

YAAALLLLL THIS LONG AS FUCK BC THIS! IS! MY! RASPBERRY! JAM!

In this imagine, you’ll be impressing: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch van Der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Sadie Adler, Micah Bell, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Tilly Jackson, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Karen Jones, Flaco Hernandez

ARTHUR MORGAN

Oh no. When you were volunteered for the job, he had a feeling you’d look charming in one of those big hooped gowns, but … this is like his heart getting hit by a train. The feelings are a little overwhelming, so while the girls add their finishing touches, Arthur tries to stand to the side and not stare. He wants to compliment you, because you look absolutely stunning, but words are completely failing him. Arthur manages to get a compliment out, but you’re totally occupied with how much you love or hate this get-up. Arthur doesn’t even care about what he was forced to wear; he could be in a paper sack and he wouldn’t notice. During the party, he’s distracted by how you seem to float around the room, easily joking with the guests as though you were one of them. Hosea has to knock sense into Arthur more than once, but how can he pay attention when there’s a literal angel in front of him?

When the gunfight breaks out, Arthur is at your side right away, pulling you into his protective embrace and trying to steer you out of the house. It doesn’t matter if you’re a good shot or not, that dress and corset are cumbersome as hell and he’s gonna stubbornly send you home. Arthur wants to be the one taking you back, but he has to stay and fight. He hands you off to Sean, warning him to be careful and get you back to camp in one piece. His tone is actually pretty scary when he says this. Arthur is beyond relieved when he finally gets back. You’re out of the dress, but you’re clearly safe and comfortable, not a scratch on you. He doesn’t care about his own injuries, but he’s pleased when you fuss over them.

JOHN MARSTON

No way John is gonna dress up like some goddamn banker, but he was totally ready to tease you about having to squeeze into a corset and frilly dress. The problem is, you’re gorgeous in it. He doesn’t know shit about women’s clothes or fashion, but something about the color and style just suits you so perfectly, like it was made only for you. He wants to give a sassy comment, but he just … can’t. John goes for a genuine compliment, but his cheeks and ears are tomato red as he mutters “ya look real nice”. If you hate the clothes, it’s a little easier for him to joke around with you, but if you love them and you’re twirling around, as happy as a kid and looking like an actual lady from one of those fancy paintings? He can only take so much sweetness before he has to duck his head and distract himself with something.

When the gunfight breaks out at the party, John is right by your side before you can blink. You don’t know how he moved so fast, but soon his arm is around your waist and getting you back to his horse. John isn’t the most graceful about this, and the dress is meant for dancing, not riding… so it ends up ripping as you two make your escape. Once you’re in a safe place and you can get out of the damn thing, John’s attention goes straight to the tears in the dress, specifically the one that’s showing the stockings and garterbelt you had to wear. The lingerie looks fantastic - it definitely awakens something in him.

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE

First off, he is not sneaky. Not at all. You know exactly why you were asked to play a role in this little con, and it was so Dutch could see you all dressed up. Now, either you’re totally annoyed by this because screw frills and lace, or you’re delighted because you can dress up like some fancy lady and rob rich folks. Also, it’s pretty funny how he pretends not to be interested in the sort of dress and jewelry you and the girls are deciding on. You know he’s trying very hard not to make a suggestion, and just to be a little mean, you made sure he was within earshot when you mentioned the matter of corsets and fancy undergarments to the girls.

Once at the party, Dutch plays at being some rich banker and you’re his young foreign wife. It’s absurdly easy to pull off, even with your terrible accent, and after each conversation you both are trying not to laugh. He’s definitely liking being able to have an arm around your waist and being able to lean in and whisper to you, but he won’t push his boundaries, especially if you’re already uncomfortable being all dressed up and powdered. While you two are dancing, he’ll whisper in that deep voice, praising you for how perfect you’ve been, or reassuring you that it’ll be over soon. When the shooting started, Dutch pulled you to a safe place you could lie low in, but if you bothered him enough he’d hand you a gun and let you join the shootout.

Back at camp, Dutch’s flirting hasn’t dulled in the slightest. He’ll sit close to you as everyone else celebrates, mentioning how wonderful you were and if you need help slipping out of anything. If you let him, he’ll help unlace those fancy boots, even massage your poor ankles and calves since you aren’t used to wearing tall shoes. Isn’t that thoughtful?

HOSEA MATTHEWS

Nearly all of this con was his idea, and you’re glad to help run it. Hosea is playing the part of some eccentric philanthropist and you’re a grand-niece or some relative. The two of you talk so smooth and fast, easily working off each other, that the hosts of the party don’t stand a chance. Hosea wants to avoid any sort of violence, but knowing the gang, who knows what will happen, so he wants you to stay close to him. During lulls in conversation, when you and Hosea are just observing the crowd and deciding who to speak with next, he’ll lean in and whisper something to you. It makes goosebumps break out on your skin, you can feel how warm he is and sometimes he’ll run a hand up your back as he compliments you on what a natural you are, or reassures you that it’ll be over soon. He’ll truly feel bad if you hate having to dress up and pretend like this; so he’s grateful you agreed to come along and help. If you’re thriving off the party and the trickery, he’ll give you knowing grins and winks that make him seem fifteen years younger. There’s a surprising amount of mischief in him.

When the inevitable fight breaks out (he totally called it), Hosea swiftly gets you to a safe part of the house he noticed earlier. From there you two snatch several stashes of jewels and cash and stealthily make your way out. Hosea had to be convinced to steal as much as you both did; he was terribly worried about you, since the dress would be difficult to run in. When you’re back at camp, Hosea isn’t shy about telling you what a great job you did, and how proud he is. He’ll give a kiss to your cheek and he’s very smooth about offering to remove anything that’s giving you trouble.

SADIE ADLER

Thank god she’s not the one in the fucking gown, that’s all she has to say. Well, that, and the jokes and snark she throws your way while you’re getting ready. If you hate the dress just as much, too bad, you were roped into the plan and Sadie is having lots of playful teasing at your expense. If you adore it and start modeling it for her, she won’t admit how cute you’re being… but she will consider wearing a tuxedo and being some “hoity toity” man just to make sure you’re safe. She doesn’t trust the “gentleman” at this party at all, and the closer you both get to the manor, the more antsy she becomes. All her previous humor is gone as she urges you to find her right away if trouble happens. Sadie is absolutely going to bring your favorite gun along and was trying to figure out a way to strap a revolver to your leg until Hosea pulled you away. You promise you’ll be alright, but she doesn’t look reassured.

The expected fight breaks out, and like you promised, you beeline for Sadie. She’s already on you - how the hell did she get into the manor so fast? - and she’s tossed your gun in your hands. Soon enough you both are blasting your way out of the manor. She gets impatient when you fall for the second time and rips the dress herself so you can run easier. It was your horse she brought around to escape, and Sadie hoisted you up, sat herself in the back and kept shooting while you rode to safety. It was… a hectic and messy escape, but neither of you had a scratch. Once you’re at the camp, she doesn’t feel bad for ripping the dress, even if you liked it. It was necessary, and besides, you can’t keep the frilly thing! Okay, she’ll apologize if you pout. If you hated it she’s more than happy to help you burn it.

MICAH BELL

How the hell is he supposed to respond to this? It would be one thing if you caked on make-up like a tart and strapped yourself into some circus tent-looking contraption, he could work with that. His brain just stops functioning for a few seconds when the girls finally unveil the work they did on you. If you hated the dress and it wasn’t something you’d wear unless a gun was pointed to your head, then Micah certainly had choice words to say, teasing and mocking the difference between this and your regular attire… except they were much weaker insults than he usually had. You were too distracted and uncomfortable to even care. If you adored all of it, practically buzzing with excitement as you turned and twirled for everyone, he might even try an attempt at a compliment, although it’d come out all jumbled and flustered. He decides to stay away and just watch you from a distance, both enjoying the view and trying to figure out this stupid knot in his stomach.

At least you two are apart during the party, so he doesn’t have to look at you enjoying yourself and swaying around in that dress. When the fight starts, he can finally have something else to put his mind to … until he sees you get caught in the crossfire. Micah would throw you a gun he pulled off someone, barking at you to follow him. Dutch told him to get you to safety, which he initially bristled at, but then he dutifully put you up on Baylock. He told you to keep shooting while he rode off - and he still got plenty of shots in himself. Once you were back at camp, he wouldn't apologize for dirtying the dress. It had to be done, and now the job is done, so you can get out of it…. and he would absolutely offer to cut it off with his knife. The whole thing, corset and all. He's gonna fantasize about it well after the fact, too.

CHARLES SMITH

If you love getting a chance to dress up and wear jewels, Charles can tell, and he finds your joy just adorable. If you dislike the idea of having to dress up for a stupid party, even if it’s a robbery, he’s very encouraging and reassures you as many times as you need. This kind of con isn’t really his scene, but he knows you’ll do well and he promises to look after you during the whole thing. He’ll even have you ride along with him on Taima if that'll settle your nerves. Once you arrive, Charles helps you down like a gentleman. If you’re still uneasy, he asks you to wait a moment and then comes back with a rose he picked from the garden. He places it neatly in your tied back hair. “Perfect. Don’t worry, you’ll do great, and when things go south, I’ll be there. Promise.”

Once the fight breaks out, Charles is true to his word and helps you escape in the chaos. You have no idea where he came from, but you didn’t refuse the help, or the gun he offered you - at some point he’d packed your favorite one - and you’re pulled up on Taima as gunshots go off all around you. Charles put you on the front of his horse to protect you better, even if it’s harder to shoot from there. It sort of makes you feel like a princess being swept away. When you two return to the camp, he tidies the rose in your hair and offers to help remove the restrictive dress or massage your legs if they hurt … casually, of course. Probably.

BILL WILLIAMSON

When the girls finally unveiled their handiwork, he thought his heart was stopping. You were so pretty - well, you normally were, but now more than ever. You looked like one of those porcelain dolls they put in music boxes. Bill didn’t even want to touch you or stand too close, worried he’d dirty you somehow. He couldn’t believe you wanted him to play the role of the bodyguard that would follow you around the party.... Though he played the part well, his silence combined with his big build made him seem intimidating. If you were clearly miserable in the dress and with the company, he wasn’t sure what to say to make you feel better, so he stayed quiet. If you were loving the dress and just thriving in the party, fooling everyone into thinking you were some high-class belle … Well, he was too distracted watching you, still not able to say much.

Eventually he had to split off from you to join the men, which he didn’t appreciate, but he made a point to bring your gun along with his. When the expected gunfight broke out, Bill beelined for you, practically tossing a man that was too close and handed over your gun. He didn’t expect you to be so grateful, it made him blush in spite of the gunshots going off all around you two.

The fight was more dangerous than expected, so Bill hoisted you up on Brown Jack without warning and raced off. Your dress ended up getting ripped from his haste, and if you really liked it, he feels bad for screwing it up. It’s easy to turn around his mood by complimenting what a good “bodyguard” he was. Just don’t flirt too much, he’s already had a mess of feelings today.

JAVIER ESCUELLA

He was trying to hide his excitement when he found out you were going to be dressing up and joining the others on this con. You’re already an angel, now he’s going to see you dressed in a beautiful gown and decorated with jewels? It fit so perfectly, too, like it was made for you. Javier wouldn’t hide his approval of the outfit, even giving you some suggestions on more comfortable shoes or a better hat. Mary-Beth thought it was adorable and left him to help you out - that made it much harder for him to hide how pleased he was with your outfit. If you truly hated it, he’d understand and would try to reassure you that not only did it look wonderful, you were going to pull the job off perfectly. His warm hands would sit on your shoulders as he said this, hoping you trusted in him. If you’re the sort who loves dressing up and conning, he shares your happiness and will even dance with you a little before you have to leave, relishing in your giggles.

While the party went off well, with you playing your part perfectly, chaos inevitably broke out. You have no idea where Javier came from, but you were damn grateful that he’d seen you and pulled you into a safe corner. Together you both snuck into the manor, stole as much jewelry as you could carry and easily slipped out the back, gunshots still echoing through the place. Javier grinned as he draped all the stolen necklaces and bracelets on you, asking you to keep them safe for now. You clasped your arms tightly around his torso when you rode away with him, resting your head against his back whenever you got tired.

SEAN MACGUIRE

He all but jumps out of his seat with delight when he spots you. Mary-Beth is still fussing with your hair, but the corset under your dress has already done all sorts of magic, and the dress itself hugged you like you were meant to wear it. Of course he can’t resist from fawning all over you. He wants to pick you up and twirl you like a princess, but Miss Gaskill scolds him for dirtying the dress and he gets dragged away by the men. For once Sean was wishing he was away from the action and complained enough that they let him accompany you on the carriage - that is, as the driver. Sean didn’t even notice if you were extremely uncomfortable, he was too busy gabbing about the party and saying what a natural you’d be. When you finally have to leave, he takes your hand and gives you a warm smile. “You’ll do great. I know it.” He didn’t realize how comforting it was.

Once trouble began, you were impressed how quickly Sean scrambled to your side, and with your gun no less. Before you could question how he did it, he was gleefully shooting and directing you away from the fight. As much as Sean wanted to stay and end it, he was far more concerned with your safety, you noticed. He swung you up on his horse with little grace, and even if your dress was ruined with blood and mud and your hat went flying off, you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his torso and listened to the wild man whoop and shoot through the escape. Sean would absolutely be the type to help you off the horse and insist on carrying you around camp, bragging about his “rescue” the whole time.

LENNY SUMMERS

God damn it, he already thought you were cute! Now you’re gorgeous and he’s way too bashful to say anything about it for a while. He’s thankful for the girls fussing over you and the boys dragging him off to discuss the plan, because being around you is too distracting and makes his thoughts short-circuit a bit. He’s normally fine with talking to you! And it’s just a dress, so what’s different? If you really loved the outfit, you’d be a natural in it, and Lenny would find your enthusiasm and confidence very attractive. If you clearly hated it, he’d want to comfort you somehow, but would worry about coming off wrong. It’s a shame you didn’t like the outfit, because you looked fantastic in it. Before he had to leave with the boys, he’d pay you a compliment. “You’re gonna do real well, miss. Um, you … you really fit the role.”

He has a good sense of when things will go south, and when Lenny felt the tension in the air, he made a point to find you in the crowd. Ones the bullets started flying, he found you before you even made sense of the situation. Lenny would rather get you to safety right away, but if you want a gun, he ain’t denying you. All his previous nervousness would be gone as you both would shoot up the place, then find a horse to escape on. Lenny wouldn’t feel that shyness again until you both got back to camp, when he had to help you off the horse. He’ll immediately start joking about your dirty dress and praising your gun skills to keep his beating heart in line. Lenny feels much better when you’re back in your old clothes.

KIERAN DUFFY

He was embarrassed enough watching the girls parade you around, pleased with their work, and they had every right to be - you looked even more beautiful than the women in the magazines. It’s like you walked right out of them. He felt bad if you were forced into the role, knowing you probably hated the whole get-up, but if you absolutely enjoyed it, he was enchanted by how you seemed to beam with happiness. He’d only seen you like that a few other times, and he was pleased to commit it to memory. When you’re getting ready to leave, he can’t help but give you words of encouragement. He can’t imagine you’ll do anything but shine at the party.

Kieran was tasked with staying behind at the camp, as he expected, but at least he was trusted to hold a gun and stay on watch duty. His thoughts often drifted to you, wondering if you were doing well and if you were sick of the party or having the time of your life. When he heard powerful hoofbeats, he snapped at attention, readying the gun and calling out... only to recognize your horse and your silhouette. Your dress was a torn mess, but it was still restrictive, so Kieran wasted little time in helping you down. “Miss, are you alright? You aren’t - is that your blood or someone else’s? Alright, good. C’mon, sit down here.”

You told him about what happened at the party, how things got out of control and you had to flee in a hurry. The boys were likely splitting up to shake the law off them. Kieran was so relieved you were alright, his heart was hammering but outwardly he was calm as he helped tie your sprained ankle and get you some water. He wasn’t his nervous self at all, tending to you and asking questions with confidence ... until you pointed out you needed help getting out of the corset and dress.

TILLY JACKSON

Tilly was initially in charge of “acquiring” the jewelry and accessories you’d wear, but she ended up shooing the other girls away when they kept suggesting ridiculous hair and make-up ideas. She didn’t care what lady’s magazine Karen read, Tilly wasn’t about to turn you into a side-show act. She was always helping you with this or that, you both relied on each other. She always knew how to reassure you, taking your face in her hands as she spoke softly. “Listen, it’s nothin’ you ain’t done before, just wearin’ somethin’ fancy now. And those boys will do their job right and keep you safe, I’ll make damn sure of that.”

If you hate this sort of thing - dressing up and conning others - Tilly would’ve tried to help you get a different role, but ultimately, you had to do it. She’d give you a softer version of her usual tough love. If you loved it, Tilly would be the one teasing you to get your head out of the clouds. Either way, when you were distracted, she’d threaten the hell out of the boys to keep you safe. Even Arthur would get an earful; if you so much as came back with a scratch, she’d have their hides. If you came back a muddy, bloody mess because you couldn’t resist joining in the gunfights, Tilly would have your hide, too. If you came back mostly clean because you avoided the fight, she’d just laugh and tease you for being so “fussy” - but she was relieved you came straight to camp. The dress and jewels are all sold afterward, but Tilly keeps some bits of fabric to sew you both something.

MARY-BETH GASKILL

You have a feeling she’s enjoying this ... a lot. While the both of you were cool as you acquired the dress and jewels to go with it, as soon as you were back at camp, Mary-Beth was giggling and going on about how to do your hair. Soon enough you were dragged off to a tent for privacy and she dressed you up, cooing over your figure in the dress and how nice you looked. She didn’t even notice how flustered you were getting - of course if you enjoyed dressing up, you could share in her enthusiasm and get her advice on how to style it. If you hated it ... Mary-Beth reassured you it looked wonderful, “just like a princess!” Well, that didn’t help, but her obvious swooning was pretty cute. Mary-Beth ended up coming along with the job, dressed up herself and playing the part of your “companion”, since all high-society ladies were about that. You’re pretty sure companions weren’t supposed to be as red-faced or affectionate as she was around their ladies, but you weren’t complaining.

At the party you two were naturals, and what little screw-ups were quickly covered up. If Mary-Beth didn’t know something, you did, and vice-versa. You two were actually quite a team, and you noticed Hosea winking at you in approval from across the room. When trouble was starting, you pulled Mary-Beth aside and you both hastily dug through the manor’s drawers and silver cabinets while the gunshots went off outside. If you needed to defend her, you would, but luckily it didn’t come to that. You were able to steal a horse from their stable and go riding off, Mary-Beth holding tightly and urging you to go faster. You both couldn’t resist keeping two matching bracelets from the robbery.

KAREN JONES

Karen may not be interested in passing as one of those hoity toity girls, but she’s absolutely gonna help dress you up as one. She’s laughing the whole time, throwing out suggestions and distracting the hell out of Tilly and Mary-Beth as they work. Karen was the one who found the dress, and you’re surprised at how well it flatters you and how the color suits you so well. “Didn’t I say I know how to pick ‘em? Now tighten up those laces! Society ladies don’t have fun!” Karen is quite pushy regardless if you want to do the job or not - if you don’t, she’ll all but drag you to the carriage the boys brought and force you in. It’s a hell of a chance to get a lot of money, and she doesn’t want you missing it. If you love it, that’s all the better! She teases you plenty either way while you’re trying to dress, and gives you a big kiss before you have to set out, not caring who sees. You were long gone by the time she turned on the boys and all but threatened them to bring you back safely.

The party was lonely without Karen, you wished she had been part of the plan so you both could talk together instead of mingling with these insufferable people. Sure, she may have been a little too loud and unladylike... but it would’ve been far more fun. You escaped on cue, making a point to steal a gorgeous stallion as you left the manor behind, listening to gunshots ring out through the night. The boys (and Sadie) were doing their part, so it was time to go home. You had not expected Karen to come riding on your horse with a gun. “Damn it, you were takin’ too long! I got worried...”

She tried to hide how worried she actually was on the way back. She helped you out of the infernal buttons, lacing and corset, and gladly snuggled your aching body. By the time the boys returned to camp, you both had fallen asleep in your tent.

FLACO HERNANDEZ

You’d mentioned the plan in passing to Flaco, and he was so worried for your safety he came all the way down from that forsaken mountain to make sure it went off well. He didn’t hide that he disliked you working with “that little gang” when you could just stay with him, but that was for another time. While everyone ran around preparing for the con, he watched with great amusement as you were primped and stuffed into a corset and ballgown, whistling at you and making plenty of jokes. You weren’t going to live this down, ever. Once your outfit and hair was mostly finished, Flaco patted his lap and you sat obediently until it was time to go. Even if you hated the dress, Flaco thinks you look beautiful and will tell you so, kissing your cheek and muttering all sorts of sweet things to distract your nerves. He really doesn’t care about showing you off, if anything, he’s amused by your friends trying to look away.

It was hard not to think of him as the party progressed. You played the role well enough, but soon you were itching to get back to camp. Who knew how long he would stay around before going back to that cold place? The expected gunfight broke you out of your thoughts, and as you made your escape ... you suddenly felt a pair of familiar, fuzzy arms wrapping around you. “I’ve got you now, princesa. Why don’t you come back with Flaco?”

He was able to get you back, but not to your gang’s camp. Flaco had set up his own spot, making a point to bring your horse and your things... the only way the gang knew you were alright is he left word with Miss Grimshaw (after she gave him a thorough ‘questioning’ about his relationship with you). You better believe he’d help you out of that fancy ensemble, but if you really loved it he’d urge you to dance and spin around for him. It’s a rare day when he sees you wearing something other than four layers, after all.

#arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #micah bell x reader #sadie adler x reader #hosea matthews x reader #charles smith x reader #bill williamson x #javier escuella x reader #sean macguire x reader #lenny summers x reader #kieran duffy x reader #tilly jackson x reader #mary-beth gaskill x reader #karen jones x reader #flaco hernandez x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 preferences #omg i love this prompt but i took forevveerrr es tut mir leid

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rodeo-boots · 3 years ago

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Could you write something for Flaco x f reader who is really short? NSFW if you want with some size difference, please!

This is entirely NSFW, I hope that's okay!!

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You weren't tall. By all means, you sometimes felt tiny while standing next to other people, most of all Flaco Hernandez, who you've been well-acquainted with for a while.

He wasn't your lover, wasn't more than a partner in crime, but sometimes, the both of you helped each other out... wherever you could.

It wasn't rare that he asked for your company, that he asked you to stay the night at his cabin. Sometimes there really was a snowstorm that prevented you from riding back home. But most days, you could easily pretend that was the case.

Tonight was no different.

You had arrived as always, had told him of the job you've finished and refused to take his reward. Because, really, you weren't doing any of this for money anymore. Every time you came to see him, it was a pleasure more than anything.

"So, Miss... is it time to go already?" He asked, his breath shaping clouds in front of his face.

Why he lived up here, in the cold and frost, you had never understood. You doubted you ever would.

"Depends," you replied, resting your hip against the desk he sat on. "Would you like some company tonight?"

You surely would, and you knew him well enough to tell that he thought the same way.

He took you in, eyes roaming your shape, or what was visible behind your layers of clothing. "It would be a pleasure." Always so damn courteous. You had believed him to be nothing but a rough and tough gunslinger, but it turned out he could be sweet as summer wine.

A smile shaped upon your lips, and you settled by his side to stay. After all, the warmth of his body next to yours beat the cold outdoors by lengths.

It didn't take long before things escalated between you two. Really, it never did.

Before the night had fully broken, you were already straddling his lap, his powerful thighs beneath your slimmer ones, and his big palms holding your waist so easily.

He was sucking and nipping at the skin of your jaw, planted kisses along your neck and up to your ear. His lips weren't soft, but they were perfect that way, your lips parting at the ticklish sensation of his mustache rubbing against your skin.

"You're so tiny, little bird," he whispered, teeth pulling on your earlobe until your breath hitched and a shiver ran down your spine. "Always hidin' in those huge coats to look bigger than you are, huh?" His assumption wasn't wrong, though you preferred the thick pelts solely to stay warm whenever you were close to his cabin.

Right now, there was nothing better than taking them off, however, nothing better than to allow him to take you in for what you were. His eyes followed your every motion when he leaned back, admiring you the moment you were left in only a shirt and pants.

"You only show yourself to Flaco, don't you?"

He could get possessive, but if that didn't turn you on, nothing would. "Of course," you mumbled, rolling your hips to offer him some friction. The space within his pants had to get smaller by the second, and you wondered how long he'd be able to stay patient.

Grumbling in apparent satisfaction, Flaco's hands wandered up your sides, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt. "Think you're ready for me?" He asked, and you had the audacity to smirk and grind down on his bulge again, eliciting a deep groan from his mouth.

Flaco didn't waste a second. He scooped you right up into his arms, carrying you with ease while your legs wrapped around his waist.

While he carried you over to the bed, his lips mapped out the bare skin of your neck, teeth teasing your pulse point. But before you were able to react, to do more than take in another sharp breath, he had already dropped you onto the mattress, climbing over you and covering you entirely with his massive body.

In comparison to you, he was a beast of a man; most of all with his thick coat. You didn't have any complaints about that, however.

"Fuck me," you demanded, out of breath without him needing to do as much as touch you.

A single look of his was often enough to undo you, and right now, you've had plenty of those focused on yourself already.

He grumbled again, fingers hooking under your waistband to pull your pants down a little bit. Just enough to expose your dripping cunt.

You took in another breath, cold meeting your sensitive sex, your legs trying to close while he only pressed them up against your own chest.

Shit. You didn't know you were this flexible.

"Looks like someone's hungry?" The smile was evident in his tone of voice, thick fingers dipping in between your wet folds with ease.

You gasped, unable to deny his statement when your excitement was more than just obvious. If only he'd stop playing with you.

"It'd only be fair to treat my lady well, don't you think?" He muttered, first one and then another finger pushing into your tight heat, stretching you more than your own ever could.

He didn't even have his cock out yet, and you were already close to coming undone, your thighs quivering when he brought his fingers deeper and crooked them to massage your sweet spot.

Your fingers curled in the blankets, lips parting to release a needy moan. "Right there– please." Any sort of challenge had long since left you, your body needing more in this very moment, needing the release you haven't had in quite some time.

But Flaco grew confident at your shameless display, pulling his soaked fingers out and circling your clit only once, before his touch was gone for good.

Unable to squirm much when one of his hands still kept your ankles secure, you could only wait until he had opened up his bottoms, staring at his reddened erection while pre-cum spilled off the tip and onto the blankets.

You liked your lips at the sight, knowing that Flaco wouldn't want to make himself wait now, the man moving closer as he grabbed the inside of your knees, pushing them further down while he thrust in. With one swift stroke, he had bottomed out within you, the breath forcefully knocked out of your lungs at the stretch you'd never grow used to.

Whimpering when he pulled back out, you remained trapped beneath him, blood rushing within your ears while he started to take what was his without any care about your difference in size.

"So tight," he bit out, holding onto you with enough strength to leave bruises, your tangled pants and underwear only rendering you completely incapable of moving.

How he managed to fit, you still hadn't figured out, holding onto the sheets as he started to pick up the pace.

Each deep stroke knocked you backwards, made you gasp out and your vision darken. It felt good, much too good to be true – the fact that he could oh-so-easily crush you under his weight only making your heart race that much quicker.

You cried out, and he took that as his cue to go even harder. His balls slapped against your wet skin with each thrust, the sound of his grunts and groans mingling with your own pleasurable noises.

Of course you didn't last, couldn't hold back when he angled his hips and pounded into the most sensitive areas within your cunt, your body clenching around him when you came near entirely untouched.

Only his cock had gotten you off, your breath harsh and erratic, hips stuttering while he kept going, thrusting deep and hard while your walls milked him for his release.

At the last moment, he pulled out, making a proper mess of your bare thighs and your cunt, his seed dripping down to seep into the sheets upon the bed.

#flaco hernandez #flaco hernandez x reader #flaco hernandez x female reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 requests #rdr2 fanfiction #nsft #size difference #my writing #anon #im sorry this sucks ive been writing something else nonstop and wrote this to take a break lmao

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funkwhistle · 4 years ago

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Flaco Hernandez Alphabet

Warnings: Read at your own risk - it's NSFW (exhibitionism, mentions of wax play, blood/knife kink, bondage - but only briefly)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Will always check on you afterwards

Whether it's just wrapping in you in some blankets to keep you warm to gently massaging your sore muscles; anything he can do to make you comfortable, he will.

Kisses everywhere — peppering you in affection and praise

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Flaco loves your eyes first off — when you're all bundled up in furs they're pretty much the only thing he can see, and they light up whenever you catch a glimpse of him.

But also your legs, and how they always manage to get tangled in his own as you lay there

Or how you use them to hold him deeper into you as he fucks you

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Depends on his mood, usually loves staying inside you for as long as possible, if that includes coming inside you

But if you ask him, he'd more than happily cum over your stomach (even if he did grumble about how cold it was when he wasn't inside you)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves cock warming

He heard his men speak about one of the townsfolk doing it once, and Flaco will ask you to do at any opportunity.

Maybe the thrill of doing it in public does something to him, but he firmly believes it actually keeps him warmer

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Flaco refuses to speak of it, but guessing his legendary status he wasn't a virgin when you met him

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

mating press — nothing more to add

(and not mattress press)

google it at your own risk — on your own head be it

from something @mallr4ts said ages ago

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You often find yourself laughing at him, and how seriously he takes himself

But he has been known to laugh a little during sex (mostly when one of you falls over)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

This man lives in the Grizzlies, do you think he has time to get a full wax?

But in all fairness, he likes to keep it neat (ish) down there

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eh, depends on — if he hasn't seen you in a while, then the softer side of him goes out the window, that man is nearly always turned on

But that's not to say he doesn't love some tender moments with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

Yes, of course — you're not with him for long, and it's either his hand or travel miles to find you

He's wanted to try mutual masturbation with you one day, but somehow your clothes are on the floor and his cock is in you before he can suggest it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned, cock warming, but he also loves edging you, possibly teasing you for hours until you practically begging for him.

He's heard of most things, but it often takes him a while to warm up to the idea of something new if you suggest it to him

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

I mean, the bed is almost the only thing in the cabin

But fireside on the floor is up there with favourite places — anywhere with you, he'd be happy

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You taking the lead

Aside from just looking at you, he loves nothing more than you shoving him onto the bed and sinking yourself down on him

Or you pulling him somewhere for an intimate moment

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Hurt you, in any way

So wax play, blood or knife kinks are completely off the table

He would occasionally tie you up, but only to be fussing over your comfort for the rest of the time

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves (and always has loved) to receive, your lips wrapped around his cock, gagging as it hits the back of his throat — there's nothing which makes the man happier.

But recently he's been going down on you as well, and with his lack of experience you've been helping him

And he's enjoying it more and more now, asking to go down on you without you even prompting him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Hazard a guess

Fast, loves the sound of his skin hitting yours, loud enough to embarrass his men outside the cabin

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

yes yes yes

Any moment this man is not having sex, he's thinking about it — so yes

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As mentioned, if you bring up something new with him, it takes him a while to warm up to it, but is willing to try a lot of things at least once.

“How can you say you don't like something without trying it first?”

But he does love the thrill of public intimacy

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Flaco brings this up frequently, worrying about how he can't keep up for more than one of two rounds now he's older, but you don't mind; he'll make you cum at least once before even thinking about himself

And this man will happily take a break until you're both ready again

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nope

I don't think they had vibrators in 1899

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Flaco loves to tease you, to drive you right up the edge before leaving you, whining, on the bed waiting for him

And his hands

Hands everywhere all the time, no mater if you were in front of people, his hands would find themselves stroking circles on your inner thighs whenever he could

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not as loud as you thought he'd be, but when he's got more used to you, he'll start being more vocal

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

While his sex drive is astronomical, he is very controlled about it, preferring not to visit brothels etc

(although in his youth and height of fame it was a different story)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

…

He knows he's bigger than average and will not stop letting you know about it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

This is man practically lives and breathes sex

Do I need to say any more?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll check on you, but will often find himself snoring peacefully

Particularly after a long round

Something you find very endearing about him, always making sure to tuck him into bed, or curl yourself around him as he sleeps

(big thanks to @a-vast-african-plain & @oatcakebabie for correcting me about the mating press btw)

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