#pls choke me with your ring covered fingers and leave bruises

[vintagepresley]

Pretty much.

[pascalpanic]

I’ve been feeling it for Javi lately because I just started narcos and safe to say I’m obsessed. I was thinking about how sometimes he might not be the best at communicating when he’s had a bad day or needs something from his partner but imagine him coming home after a long week and being surprised by his girl welcoming him home in a full on matching lingerie set like Ouf. He would be so feral but also so happy that he finally has someone who just knows him enough to know he needs a lil loving

Angel (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: ^^^

Warnings: lots of sexual shit, pwp essentially, lingerie, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected P in V sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), squirting, cum-eating, spanking/a single slap to the thigh, dom/sub elements

W/C: 2k

A/N: I’m trying to clear out my inbox! if you have a request it’s coming! anyway good morning have some smut.

“Welcome home, baby,” you coo as the lock clicks open and Javier walks into the apartment. There’s a thud as he drops his briefcase, and a strangled noise as he looks up and spots you, perched on the arm of the sofa.

You’re wearing a creamy white lingerie set, and Javier thinks he’s going to die. Long white stockings cover your legs, held up by a garter belt encircling your waist. You wear lacy white crotchless panties, and your legs are spread open to showcase the fact. Your breasts are held up by a tight bustier, with sheer cups to allow him to see how your nipples have peaked. There’s even a matching white choker around your neck, lacy and delicate. The bustier has straps across your chest, with a ring in the middle- the whole thing has a very bondage-esque vibe, and it sends all of the blood in the DEA agent’s body to his painfully hard dick.

Javier nearly quakes when he sees the sight in front of him. It’s been a long week, filled with seemingly endless hours at the office, coming home for a few hours of sleep and a shower. He’d been at Steve’s throat, but when the office got sent home early on this Friday night, he took the first chance he could to get out.

You’ve noticed. How can you not? Javi’s never around, and when he is, he’s frustrated. What better way to relax him than with his favorite vice, your body?

From where you sit, you beckon Javier over with a single finger. He gulps and you can already see his pants tenting at the sight of you. The white is stunning, making him fall to his knees in front of you. It makes you look so innocent, so pure, and Javier thinks of all the nasty things you’ve done to each other; you’re far from innocent now. “Baby girl,” Javier whispers reverently, his hands sliding up your stocking-covered legs.

“You like it?” You ask and arch your back a little, breasts sticking out further, legs spread wider. “It’s all for you, Javi,” you murmur, slipping your fingers into his hair. “Know you had a tough week. You didn’t tell me, but I knew.”

He nods and rests his head against your knee. “The hardest I’ve ever had. So fuckin’ close to getting Quica, and yet-“

“Don’t start talking shop,” you whisper to him, massaging his scalp. “It’s the weekend, baby. No work until Monday.” Your foot traces up and down his clothed side. “I got all this for you,” you murmur to him and take his hand, tracing it up to cup your breast, moaning softly as you make him roll his thumb across your nipple.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” Javier groans as he paws at the skin through the lace, feeling the delicate nub against his fingertips. “Like an angel.” His Texan accent comes out when he’s tired or turned on, and it’s hard to tell at first which one.

You know which one it is when his other hand traces across the lace panties, his fingers running over skin where the panties are slit. “Javi,” you whimper as he finds the dripping wetness of your core. “Please, baby. You wanna use me? Go right ahead.”

Grunting, Javier stands. He pulls his hands away from you completely, making you groan, but then he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom. He tosses you on the bed, making you squeal, and gets to work undressing himself. He mutters in frustration as he has to go through every little button.

Moments later, he’s completely nude, his rock-hard length evident. “Mm, dulzura,” he murmurs as he kneels on the edge of the bed and pulls you to it.

“Baby,” you whine as he spreads your legs, but he doesn’t go for your aching slit quite yet. Javier’s lips find the edge of your stockings and press kisses there, then he traces along the edges with his tongue. The feeling is overwhelmingly arousing, feeling Javier’s hot mouth through the holes of the lace. He finishes one leg and moves to the other, making you pout. “Please, Javi. Don’t tease.”

Javier smacks his hand into your thigh, hard, leaving the hot mark of his palm and fingers behind. He looks up at you with fiery eyes. “You told me to use you. I’m doing what the fuck I want to do,” he murmurs, going back to his actions and nipping at the skin.

You squeal at the feeling of his teeth, at the way he’s manhandling you but somehow painfully soft and affectionate. It’s the most perfectly Javier moment, especially when he sits back and stands, then pulls you to him by the loop over your chest.

“I’m not playing nice tonight,” he warns you, his face close to yours. “You still want it?”

Now it’s your turn to gulp. Javier is painfully hard, you can feel it against your side, and all you want is that inside of you, no matter the cost. “Yes, Javi,” you purr submissively, and he pulls you even closer with a finger through the metal loop.

He kisses you bruisingly hard, his hip starting to rut into your side. You nip at his lip teasingly and Javier grunts, breaking away and panting. “Oh fuck,” he shudders as he looks down at your breasts in that bustier, pushing them up higher. He falls to his knees on the bed this time, pulling you closer by the loop once more and turning his attention to your chest.

Not a millimeter of skin is untouched, Javier’s mouth kissing and licking and sucking and biting you. There’s sure to be constellations of love bites and bruises across your tits tomorrow, but you want it. You wrap your arms around Javi and fall back, lying down now.

Javier suckles your nipples through the lace, dampening the lingerie and making you groan helplessly. One of his thighs is pressed against your aching clit, and you grind against it, desperate to feel anything from him. You cry out as he tugs at the nipple with his teeth, pulling the lingerie with his mouth. You grind yourself harder into the strong muscle of his leg, desperate.

“You want my mouth somewhere else, bebita?” Javier murmurs with his mouth between your tits, eyes looking up at you with both teasing and desire.

Nodding, you roll your hips into his leg again. “Right here, Javi,” you choke out, spreading your legs wider and planting your heels on the bed for traction.

“I want to take my time and devour every inch of you, pretty girl,” he murmurs as his lips find your navel, just above the garter belt. “And you’ll take it, won’t you?”

Nodding, Javier laps at the soft skin of your stomach, his hands gripping your sides as he works lower, dampening the edges of the lace panties with his painfully wet and hot tongue.

Your legs open wider and you bury your hands in his hair, and he finally turns his attention to the aching between your legs. “I haven’t even touched you here yet,” he murmurs in astonishment as he runs a finger through your folds, smirking as you keen into his finger when it presses against your clit. You’re drenched and you know it. “Hands and knees,” Javier orders, and you immediately comply.

He does this sometimes, when he wants you to feel it in a different way. His hands grip your ass, digging into the soft plush skin he finds there. The soft noise you make at the feeling of his fingers digging in is overtaken by a louder moan as his mouth finally finds your clit, sucking and lapping at it.

You’re so aroused that it takes a very short time before you’re coming apart, face pressed into the pillows. “Javi, Javi,” you cry again and again, fingers digging into the bedsheets.

He slips two fingers inside of you and you’re done for. The second he curls them, you shout his name again and let yourself go, the agonizing bliss rushing through your body.

When you’re done, Javi delivers a sharp smack to your ass. “Didn’t say you could cum,” he reminds you and kneads the flushed skin he just struck. “That means I’m going to fuck you and I don’t give a damn if you cum again.”

With any other man, you’d snort. One orgasm is all you get if you’re lucky. But this is Javier. He’ll spend hours with his mouth on you, making you cum so many times he has to be the one to keep track.

But this is Javier, and so you nod and wave your ass seductively in the air, daring to push into his hips and grind the soft skin there into his hard member. “Okay,” you murmur, and Javier pushes into you harshly, groaning at the way the lace parts with your folds.

The feeling of him inside of you is always a stretch, but always in the best way. He wastes no time in chasing his own high, gripping your hips hard and thrusting with all of his might.

Every slap of his hips into your ass, every time he pounds into your g-spot, every little thing he does is too much. You’re still reeling from the orgasm not too long ago, overwhelmed and rushed.

It doesn’t matter that Javier isn’t trying to get you off; he does it anyway. The pounding into your g-spot coupled with the way his dick stretches you had you orgasming again, squirting all over him and crying out his name.

“Look at that,” he says with a smirk, between grunts. “Look at you, bebita. Not even getting you off, just fucking using you, and you squirt all over me. But you didn’t fucking ask, did you?” He says with another smack to the ass. He pulls out completely, leaving you feeling desperately empty and fluttering against nothing. “Sit up.”

You comply, feeling your sensitive clit as it brushes against the cool bedsheets. You look up at him with wide eyes, as if you don’t know what seems to be the problem.

“You said to use you, I’m going to use you. Open,” he says and cups your jaw. Once you do, he wastes no time in slipping himself into the desperately hot confines of your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him and he grunts. “Dirty girl. You don’t even get to cum like this and you love it.”

You nod as you suck on the tip, working your tongue against the frenulum. He’s achingly hard, just about to cum. You know it. You know Javier’s body, know the little mannerisms.

“I’m going to cum down your throat, you got that?” He asks as he holds onto your throat, not squeezing or pressing. Just holding you there. In response, you take him into your throat and swallow around him, making him groan harder.

“Fuckin’ dirty little angel, wearing white lingerie and making me fuck her,” he says with a strained voice, impossibly close. “I ruined her. I ruined her and she fuckin’ loves it- fuck,” he cries as he shoots his hot release down your throat and you swallow every last bit.

When he’s done, he pulls out from your mouth and groans, lying on the bed and pulling you to follow him. His arms wrap around you and he kisses your head. “Was that what you had in mind?” He asks with a hoarse voice.

“Are you relaxed?” You ask, swallowing hard and knowing your throat will be sore in the morning. Just another delicious reminder of how good Javier is.

He nods softly, and you smile and kiss his lips ever so lightly. “Then it’s exactly what I wanted.”

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[softmothprince]

i rewatched angels of death with friends the other day so i blame that

also this is, like, five pages. 2,659 words. so it’s a long ride. enjoy <3

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Her eyes twitch as she keeps from them from rolling, face blank as she stares at the smug bastard in front of her. For the past… whatever time, he’s been standing in front of her and babbling about some kind of bullshit she totally wasn’t paying attention to. She just wanted to take the stuff she bought and go home, where her psycho waits.

While it would be so easy to just shut him down and walk out, everytime she tries to back out of the conversation he just keeps bringing up more questions and random shit. It’s when he tries to pull off what he thinks as a sly move that she finally was done with that and everything to do with this.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees his hand move, realizing what he wanted to try and do when it slid closer to hers. In one swift move, she pulls her hand from the counter and shoves them into her shorts pockets, giving the guy a disgruntled look. Her shopping bag dangles from one wrist, crinkling as it taps against her thigh.

“Even though this was so ‘fun’, I got better things to do than this.” She says, turning on her heel to walk away- only to be stopped when she sees a familiar man waiting across the street.

While hidden by the shadows, she can easily recognize the bandages on his hands and peeking out of his hoodie. She heaves a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck, before exiting the store. She ties the bag closed and lets it hang from her fingers, jogging across the street and towards the waiting man.

“Hey, I thought you-!” She’s cut off when he abruptly stands up straight and jerks towards her.

A strong hand grabs her arm and easily swings her into the alley, tugging her a good few feet away and around a corner before letting go. She stares at his back silently, watching his shoulders slowly move with his breathing, then opens her mouth to say- His palm suddenly slams into the bricks, startling her into jumping back and yelping.

He moved so fast she didn’t see him turn around and become so… close. She looks up at him, eyes widening at the wide grin he wore. While similar to his usual grin, something about it was more… heated. His other hand is loosely holding his scythe (she hadn’t seen it when she first spotted him- he must’ve had it in the alley), mostly resting it on his shoulder with the stained blade reflecting the light.

The wall is hard, cold and unforgiving on her back, but she ignores it in favour of the hand suddenly grabbing around her throat. She gasps, sucking in air quickly in case he decided to tighten his grip and choke her.

“Come on, little bitch. Who’s your daddy?” He growls into her ear, scraping the shell with his teeth and nips at it. His eyes narrow at her silence, making him lean in enough that their noses touch. “I said- who’s. Your. Daddy?”

“Can’t seem to- ugh, to recall anyone.” She gasps, mouth dropping open when he squeezes her neck tighter. “Agh- Isaac-”

“Aww, poor little bitch doesn’t remember. It seems like I’ll have to… remind you.”

With one final squeeze, he feels her fluttering pulse for a moment longer before letting it trail off of her completely. He makes sure to keep eye contact, only letting his gaze travel away when he sees her face turn a dark shade of red. As he turns away to take the familiar walk home, she opens her mouth again.

“You’re being ridiculous, Isaac. You know I belong to you and only you!”

Again, he moves so fast she has to take a step back and somehow presses more into the wall. He doesn’t grab or even touch her, only his breath hitting her face as their noses nearly bump together.

“HE TRIED TO TOUCH YOU!”

Her jaw clenches, bottom lip getting caught by her teeth as she holds back another snarky response. He squeezes the handle of his scythe, using it as an anchor of sorts. To keep him from taking his little bratty bitch right then and there in the alley. As much as he wants to stake his claim, he needs to wait.

With a loud huff through his nose, he spins on his heel and snags the bag she had dropped with two fingers. His shoes scuff against the gravel and stone, kicking them across the path.

“Now let’s go.”

~skip~

It surprises her that they even reached the living room before he pounced. His scythe and the shopping bag is discarded onto the floor as he reaches out and grabs the nape of her neck, dragging her the rest of the way to their room. She nearly trips a few times, but Isaac just jerks her up and pushes her along.

He doesn't even bother to shut the door before he is suddenly ripping and tearing at her clothes. The material of her t-shirt easily rips apart, exposing her skin to his greedy eyes. He wastes no time in running his hands over her breasts and hips, taking care of her shorts next. 

She squeaks and tries to wiggle away while yelling: “Isaac! You can't just-”

“Too bad, you should’ve thought of that before being such a brat.” He grunts, letting the fabric drop onto the floor and going to her panties and bra. “I have no patience for this shit anymore so shut up while I do this.”

“Listen-”

“Like you did with that bastard?”

Her jaw almost clicks with how fast she snaps it closed. When she is finally stripped of all forms of fabric, he sits down and yanks her over his lap.

"Hands under your head."

She swallows, moving her hands from where she was gripping the blankets and crosses them to lay her head on her arms. Without warning, he lands one quick slap onto her ass, gripping the flesh and grins with a cackle when she yelps.

“Now, my little bratty bitch, I’m going to spank you and you are going to count each and every one of them. You misscount? I’ll start over. Give me lip? I start over. You do anything I don’t think is good girl behavior, I start over.” He tilts her head back by grabbing her hair and pulling, leaning over to stare into her glazed over eyes.

“Do you understand my rules?”

“...yes.”

A loud slap, followed by him tugging her hair tighter into his fist.

“Yes. What? Address me properly.”

“Yes, sir.”

He hums, rubbing his hand over the red skin. His finger occasionally pressed onto a dark bruise scattered here and there, remembering when he made those little hickies two days prior. Then, a loud smack echoes around them, being drowned out by her yelp.

"Count."

"O-one."

Smack. 

"Two."

Smack. 

"Thr-ree~"

Her ears ring from the sound of her own voice and the loud slapping of Isaac's palm on her bare ass. She made the mistake of shifting over his lap after counting to ten, resulting in him growling and telling her to start over. There would be no sitting later, she can already tell.

Slap. 

"Tw-twen-twenty…" She gasps, nails digging into her palms.

She waits for another one, but is both relieved and slightly upset that he rolls her off his lap and onto the bed. The cool sheets feel strange on her stinging flesh, but she ignores it as her legs are shoved apart to show her soaked cunt. The inside of her thighs were slick and sticky.

"That really turned you on? What a slut." He scoffs, yet a wide smirk spreads across his face when she whines. "You like being called a slut, huh little bitch? My little slut is more like it."

He trails his fingers up her leg and skirts over her hip bone, pressing his palm against her stomach to hold her down when his other hand toys with her pussy. His fingers slip inside with just a small push, obscene sounds ringing in her ears as he moves them.

“I-Isaac…”

“This cunt is mine, you got that? I caused this mess between your thighs and it’s gonna stay that way.” He purrs, leaning down to cover her nipple with his mouth and strokes his tongue in time with his fingers.

He switches to her other breast as his thumb pushes and rubs her clit, growling in satisfaction when she cries out and bucks her hips up.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes.

She swallows and gasps, before closing her mouth with a bratty grin appearing. Though it quickly vanishes when he roughly scrapes his fingers inside her pussy, aggressively rubbing her g-spot.

“I said: Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

“Yo-you! Please, pl-EASE~!”

His thumb disappears from her clit and he pulls his fingers out, cutting off any stimulation. He digs his nails into her hips, holding them in place while she spasms and growls at him in frustration. 

“Not good enough, princess. Up.”

He grabs her wrist and tugs her up, making her straddle his hips while he leans back onto the mattress himself. His clothed dick rubs her pussy and clit, the material of his jeans sending jolts up her nerves, before he shoves her to sit on his thighs.

“Go on, my little bitch. Take out my dick.” He purrs, rubbing and squeezing her thighs. Maybe if she was a good girl, he’ll make her sit on his face and suffocate him with those thighs~

She whines, going to grind against his leg- only to be stopped when he lands a slap onto her still stinging ass.

“What did I say? Do it before I leave you to squirm.”

She knows he wouldn’t. They both know he wants to jump her and never stop. So, with a small pout, she unloops his belt and tosses it to the floor, popping the button of his jeans and tugs them and his underwear down his thighs until she can pull his dick out. It’s an angry red, drooling precum down the shaft, bobbing when she gently touches it.

As she goes to try and stroke it, he grabs her wrist with a narrow glare. It’s a silent threat, but she picks it up easily and nods with another pout. Her knees sink into the bed as she rises up on them, moving to angle his cock head with her hole. Swallowing the saliva threatening to drool out, she slowly lowers down.

His cock pushes through with little to no difficulty, rubbing all the right places. Before reaching the hilt, she stops and pulls her head out from his shoulder, looking into his eyes with a slightly uncomfortable look.

“Isaac it- I can’t-”

“Come on, you can take it.” He grumbles, digging his fingers into her hip and forces her the rest of the way down. The sudden rough thrust almost makes her cum, but his strength keeps her from moving. “You cum right now, I will put you over my knee again.” Isaac’s teeth abuse the shell of her ear, nibbling enough that teeth marks appear.

He bites the crook of her neck next, before tangling his fingers into her hair to pull her backwards. This allows him to lean down and nibble around her breasts, moaning into the valley between them.

“Fuck, I love your tits. I love how they look with my teeth and marks all over them~”

“With how often you bite me, they never look diffe-RENT!”

She chokes on her words when he suddenly lifts her up and drops her back down, slamming his cock deep inside her.

“What was that, little bitch? Got something to say? Go on, say it.” He mumbles against her chest, picking her up again and letting her fall back down.

Her mouth drops open, the only sounds pouring out being moans and curses. He is easily reminded why his favorite sound is her choking out his name.

“That- ugh, that the best you go-got?” She pants, squealing when he suddenly grabs her throat again.

He falls back flat onto the bed, pulling her with him and forcing the angle of his cock to change. And if the loud sob she let out tells him anything, he found that little spot of nerves.

“You may be on top, but-” He jerks her down more, brushing their lips together with a manic grin. “I still own you. Your heart, mind, body- everything is mine.”

She can hear her response in her head, but all that comes out of her mouth is a loud sob followed by begging. Isaac turns his head away, choosing to focus on the skin of her neck that isn’t covered by his hand. He sucks and nips at the supple flesh, traveling down to her collarbone and shoulder.

His teeth sink into her shoulder, making her throw her head back with a loud sob. The hands around her neck and hip are so tight she can feel the bruises already, yet the sting from his bite overpowers them. 

“Mineminemineminemi-MINE!” His voice cracks when he cums, hips faltering for only a moment before going back to the brutal pace. “Take it- take my cum. Take all of it. I’m gonna stuff you so there is no denying who you belong to. You’ll be dripping for days.”

The deep groans rumbling from his chest occasionally hitch into a higher tone, before dropping back down. Once satisfied, he slows his thrusts until he finally just presses their hips together, sitting still. They both shake and breathe heavily, fingers unclenching from bruised and bleeding skin, rubbing the spots silently.

With a soft, slightly higher groan, he pulls out and briefly sits up to look between her legs. Her pussy is swollen and red, drooling a mix of their cum onto the bed. He lets out a satisfied sigh, running a hand through his hair and tugging at it as he looks around the room.

When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, Isaac stands from the bed and leaves his girl trembling and still riding her high. She hums and curls her fingers into the blankets, letting the soft material ground her. The mattress dips again, alerting her of his presence.

His fingers gently tap her thigh, warning her before he presses a wet cloth to the sensitive flesh. Small sighs pour out from her lips, her head rolling around when the cloth pushes against her clit. She barely registers him moving her around, feeling him slip a shirt over her head and a pair of panties up her legs.

The warmth of his body disappears and she feels the bed move as he gets up again, before it sinks beside her and a soft blanket is tugged over her body. The feeling of Isaac touching her cheek makes her eyes flutter open, finding said man (now in his lounging clothes) laying next to her silently.

His eyes look over her face, taking in the sweat and red flush. Without a word, he leans in and presses his forehead against hers, trailing his hand from her face to gently stroking her pulse with his thumb. He could easily choke her like this, see the light disappear from her eyes as she struggles-

He tilts his head, laying his lips softly over hers and huffs in amusement when she mumbles incoherently. Her fingers curl loosely around his wrist, holding it in place around her throat. A silent form of trust. He snorts, moving to grab her hand and lifts it to his lips to press a kiss to it, before curling his arms around her.

“Brat.” He whispers, hiding his face into her hair.

She smiles, nuzzling into his collarbone.

“I’m your brat. Don’t forget it.”

[fathertaurus]

Bruises -🦋

a/n : hi i’m july and i wrote this in an hour so pls don’t judge me & my mistakes too harshly (also this is my first david smut! wild)

It wasn’t often that David pulled all-nighters, but following a week full of non-stop filming, his general editing schedule had been seriously disrupted. Twelve hours away from his customary posting time, he had nothing more than a memory card full of footage and the promise of a sleepless night on his hands. So, with a huff of air and a passive-aggressive mutter about ‘hiring a fucking editor,’ he made himself comfortable on the couch, pushed the SD card into his laptop, and began the long process of producing the four minutes and twenty (one) second vlog that he’d promised to post on time, no matter what. His last few vlogs had been posted ridiculously late, but he could hardly control how much, or how little, footage he’d acquire from one day to the next. A part of him wished he’d never made that promise, as he casts a longing look toward his bedroom, where he knew his girl would be curled up in the warmth of their duvet, probably falling asleep to the recent VIEWS podcast, but he was too stubborn to let another upload time pass without a successfully edited vlog.

His assumption that Y/N wouldn’t have an issue falling asleep without him made it evident just how ill-educated he was when it came to them having to sleep without each other. The last time they’d spent the night in separate beds was when David made a joke, albeit a funny one, but a joke nonetheless, about their sex life. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that there had been camera’s pointing at them from every direction, not failing to pick up on the joke as it mindlessly fell from the Slovakian boy’s lips. Needless to say, after a furious argument that ensued the moment they were back home, David was shunned to the couch and Y/N collapsed into their bed, lost in the midst of the blankets as she stared up at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes and splotchy cheeks. Within an hour, Dobrik found himself walking into the bedroom, and found his girl sat against the headboard of their bed with the duvet draped over her shoulders and her phone in her hands. His apologies were promptly hushed when she crawled to the end of the bed and draped her arms around his shoulders, pulling her lips down to brush against her own. It would be bold of anyone to assume that all they proceeded to do was sleep. The subsequent bruises in the shape of David’s hands that painted Y/N’s thighs the next morning told a completely different story.

And so, as a result, they hadn’t ever, with the exception of day-time naps and slept apart since they moved in together. David couldn’t remember what it felt like to sleep without his girl wrapped around him like a koala and, quite frankly, he didn’t really want to. He loved her company just as much as he loved wrapping a hand around her throat and watching her gorgeous eyes roll into the back of her head as he pounded her tight little pussy. He loved the way her smile stretched her cheeks just as much as he loved covering her neck and chest in those tiny, distinctive bruises that told the entire world that she was his. He loved the way she arched her back so perfectly as he ran his fingers down her body, goosebumps rising on her skin as she pushes her head into her pillow with one of those precious little moans that sent blood straight down into his already hard cock.

It was no wonder that, instead of falling asleep as David had assumed, Y/N found herself tossing and turning restlessly, the sound of Jason and David arguing on the latest podcast spilling out of the Alexa that sat on her bedside table. She was wearing one of David’s t-shirts, one of the ones that were long enough for her to be able to wear no underwear without worrying about walking into the kitchen the next morning and accidentally showing Natalie a lot more than she bargained for. Alongside that fact, the shirt smelt distinctively of David’s cologne, the expensive scent lingering even after the garment had been washed and dried. The thought made Y/N keen softly as she turned to look at the bedroom door with a small pout decorating her lips, unable to ignore the growing wetness between her legs as she allowed her PG thoughts to wander into a far more X-rated category. She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought back to a few days ago, swallowing thickly as she cast a coy glance at her inner thighs, which were decorated with fading love bites. The pretty-looking display sent desire directly to her core, which was practically begging for attention by that point.

It didn’t take long for her to walk into the living room, her bottom lip jutted out cutely as David glanced up from his laptop in surprise, only to recognise the bleary, blissful stare in her eyes as she shifted on the spot coyly. He chuckles breathily and opens his arm, silently urging her to come and cuddle into his side, which she did without a moment of hesitation. She sinks into the couch and melts as he wraps an arm around her waist and begins to trace random shapes into her thigh, which had been exposed as the shirt rode up. He was either completely oblivious to the effect that he was having on her or simply didn’t care, as she looked up at him with wide eyes and an increasingly wet pussy that just wanted some attention, only for him to continue to focus on his laptop, not even a hint of emotion on his face.

With a practically inaudible whimper, Y/N can’t help but start fidgeting, continuing to do so until, without even glancing away from the screen, David wraps his hand tightly around her thigh, roughly enough for her to execute a noise of surprise and halt any form of movement. His voice was surprisingly deep as he spoke his next words, not doing anything but making Y/N’s pussy throb. “Keep doing that and you’ll fucking regret it, baby. Don’t test me. I’m busy.”

“Okay,” her easy agreement was enough to make David look away from his laptop with quirked eyebrows, having honestly expected at least a few minutes worth of arguing from her. Instead, she stands up, letting the hand that’d been wrapped around her thigh fall against the couch as, with an angelic smile and no explanation, she reaches down and pulls her t-shirt over her head, letting it fall carelessly to the floor with a faint giggle. Now, completely and utterly naked in the middle of the living room, she sucks her lips between her teeth and she looks back at her boyfriend, who was watching her movements closely, wondering where she was planning to go with this show of defiance. “I like playing on my own sometimes anyway.”

And with those words, it was like a flip switched, and she knew she’d done her job perfectly. David’s already dark eyes darkened, his eyebrows drew together in the centre of his forehead, and his laptop was pushed aside without a moment of delay. Y/N bites her lip, staring at him with those big, doe eyes that could get her anything she could ever dream of having. They both remain still for a long pause, staring at each other until David’s voice travelled through the air, warning clear in his tone. “You know the rules, baby. It’s like you’re asking to be punished.”

Y/N blinks, entwining her hands in front of her exposed body. “What if I am?” She falls silent as she watches David barely react to her words. “Will you punish me, daddy? Make me remember why I don’t need to play with myself anymore?” She whimpers at her own words, eyes bleary as David stands up from the couch and strides over to her, wrapping his hands around her hips, gripping onto her tightly. His actions cause a needy moan to fall from her lips as she tilts her head up to meet his gaze. “Please, David. Please.”

“So needy,” David mutters, narrowing his eyes as she arches her body against his. “Can’t even go a few hours without having my hands wrapped around your throat, can you? Hm?” She stays silent, but the look in her eyes was enough to answer his question. He chuckles breathily, keeping one hand firmly on her hip as he moved his other down to cup her pussy, smirking when she moans and thrusts down into his touch desperately. “You’re practically dripping, baby. Is it all for me? Did you get yourself all worked up thinking about my hands leaving bruises all over you? Because I know that you love it when I do that. I see the way you look at my marks; they remind you that you’re mine, 'n tell everyone else the same thing.”

“I do, I do. I love it so much.” She practically sobs out the words as she moves against David’s hand, desperate for even a hint of friction against her pussy, which was weeping with need against David’s motionless hand. She couldn’t help but throw her head back against the wall when she feels him slide two digits into her heat, her mouth falling open with silent bliss as she writhed in his hold. The hand that’d been holding her hip disappeared without her even realising that it had so, and before she comprehended what was happening, expensive rings and long fingers were being wrapped around her exposed neck, applying the most perfect, mind-blurring amount of pressure.

She was putty in his hands, then, as he thrust his fingers into her pussy and held her against the wall by her neck, leaning in and whispering into his girl’s ear as she squirmed beneath his touch. “Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? You love it when I choke you, hm? When I fuck your pretty little pussy until you’re begging to cum.” His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, his gruff tone sending unbelievable amounts of pleasure down her spine. “Such a pretty little girl for me. Such a pretty slut. All mine.” Gently, he eases his hand away from her throat and gives her a moment to take a deep inhale of breath before wrapping them straight back around the flesh as she stared into his eyes, silently begging for release as he brushed the pad of his thumb over her clit and felt her entire body jolt at the contact. She’d been craving it for so long, and now all she needed was the nod of approval and she’d fall apart in his arms without a moment of hesitation. After dragging out the torture on her swollen clit for a moment too long, he brushes his teeth against her ear before whispering the words that she’d been desperate to hear for the past five minutes. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers like the little slut that you are.” Her pussy immediately tightened around his digits, choking on a moan of absolute bliss as his hand fell from her throat and instead held her body up as she fell into a limp puddle of pleasure against his chest, mewling as sparks of pleasure continued to abuse her sated pussy.

David raises the fingers that’d been buried in her pussy and brushes them against her lips as her eyes flutter with exhaustion, deeply and utterly lost in her own mind as she stumbles away from the wall and rests her head on his chest. “M'tired.” She barely manages to speak audibly enough for him to hear, but since he knew her like the back of his hand, he was already in the process of sweeping her into his arms and transporting her limp, weightless body to the comfort of their bedroom, settling her upon the midst of blankets and draping the duvet over her with a small smile, leaving her to fall asleep with a kiss on the cheek and the promise that he’d join her before the sun came up. Upon returning to the couch, he does, somehow, manage to get the vlog edited and posted at the promised time; all whilst content knowing that his girl was sleeping soundly in the room just down the hall.

[letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked]

Affliction

Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I’ve been working on all my WIPS, so I can make my gosh darn list shorter! This isn’t going to be that long, but let me know what you guys think! Xoxo!

This was a request by @aparadoxsstuff and I was excited to write this oneshot!

Unfortunately, until my list gets shorter, requests are closed! I’ll open them back up eventually!

Warnings: Angst, torture, blood, being cut, violence, etc.

Word Count: 2460ish

Main Masterlist

  Ow… What the hell.

Your temples were pulsing, and your body was trembling slightly. The haze in your brain prevented you from opening your eyes too quickly, as you tried to recall the events leading up to your current situation… but nothing was coming to mind.

Your brain was just too hazy.

You were shivering, you could comprehend that through the haze. The temperature in your location was a lot colder than what you were dressed for, and your toes felt like ice cubes – due to your missing shoes. There was something around your ankles, and it was biting into your skin… and around your wrists.

Were you fucking bound? Why the hell were you restrained? Where the hell were you?

A small whimper escaped – and you realized that there was tape over your mouth – huffing through your nose.

“Y/n?” Peter? Was that Peter? “Y/n, are you awake?”

Your eye cracked open, realizing that it was pretty dim in the brisk room you were in.

When both of your eyes were open, you saw that Peter was sitting across from you – chains wrapped around his entire body, and an IV hooked up to one of his arms. There was bruising darkening his pale skin along his left side of his face, blood trailing down from his temple to under his jaw.

Your breath picked up in a panic – huffing in and out of your nose briskly – as your heart raced, and tears sprung to your eyes.

He shook his head, quickly, “No, no, no. Baby you need to calm down or work the tape off your mouth. You’re going to get light headed. Calm down.” He jerked in the chains, trying to use his strength to break them – but you could tell he was weak from the pallid color in his face. “Please! Sweetheart, calm down!”

You moved your lips back and forth, trying to work the tape from your skin – using your tongue to push against it and wet it. As your breathing became more and more erratic, you tried to work quicker, using Peter’s comforting words to try and focus yourself – so you didn’t pass out.

You were starting to get light headed, but you could feel the stick of the tape start to peel away from your skin, letting little amounts of air through the parts that had unstuck to your skin.

After another minute, you felt the tape peel off enough to use your shoulders and rub it off. You sucked in a large breath, coughing a little and trying to speak between pants. “What – the fuck – happened?

“We were taking the subway home from school.” He sighed, head hanging. “When we were in the terminal, they shot me with some tranquilizers, and I went down. You were already unconscious and bleeding when I hit the ground.”

“What about the tracker in your suit?” You asked, tears creating a cold trail down your cheeks, “You had it on under your clothes, right?”

“No.” His voice was thick with regret, “Tony was doing maintenance on it.”

“So, nobody knows where we are?” A small sob escaped, a fresh wave of tears falling from your eyes. “What the hell do we do, now?”

“I’m too weak from the drugs to break the chains.” He sighed, head hanging down a little, “Are your wrists taped? Can you get out?”

You tried to feel the bonds around your wrists, which were cutting into your skin and burning. “I… I think they’re zip ties.” You sagged, defeated, “I think I’m zip tied.”

“Okay…” He muttered, closing his eyes, “Okay… Think, Peter, think…”

Suddenly, the garage door to the warehouse was thrown open – bathing the room in harsh light.

Your eyes narrowed, squinting against the brightness, while a shadow made its way towards you. The shadow was a human silhouette and very large. You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the offending lights.

“Mr. Parker. Ms. Y/L/n.” A deep voice came from the large shape, thick with a southern accent. “I’m glad to see you’re awake.”

As your eyes adjusted to the light, you took note that the man who was speaking was very large, with one of those shaved heads that faded into a bushy beard. He was wearing a dark, stealth suit with the HYDRA symbol pinned to his chest. There were at least ten agents behind the man, all of which looked big and mean.

“Why are we here?” Peter asked, voice wavering a little. “Why’d you take us?”

“I need something from your little team.” The man replied, crossing his arms over his large chest.

“We don’t even know where Bucky is, anymore.” Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re wasting your time with the whole ‘we want the asset’ thing.”

“We don’t care about him.” The man replied, rolling his eyes. “We want something… bigger.”

You glanced over at Peter, worried.

What the hell could they want?

“We want Steve Rogers dead.”

Your eyes widened in a panic and shock, “What?”

“You heard me, darlin’.” He drawled, rolling his eyes over to you. “The captain seems to have a bit of affection towards you. He’s going to kill himself...” He paused, a wicked smirk lifting his lips, “Or we’re going to send you back to him piece-” He took a step towards you. “– by –” Another step. “– piece.”

You gulped, a shiver running down your spine. “Wh-Why?”

“Executive orders.” He leaned forward, finger sliding down the side of your bloodied face slowly. “Maybe we should have a bit of fun with you, first.”

“NO!” Peter yelled, struggling against the chains, “Please!”

He bit his lip, turning his head towards Peter with a glint in his eye. He stared at Peter for a few moments, hands moving to the arms of your chair.

Without warning, he slid your chair, so you were perpendicular to Peter, unable to look at him unless you turned your head. You yelped, closing your eyes as a tear slid down your cheek. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

You felt him lean in, hot breath washing over your face. You shivered, feeling his fingers slide up your arm slowly, light touch creating goosebumps in it’s path. His actions didn’t stop, until his hands were framing your face. You squeezed your eyes tighter, terrified at what he would do if you opened them.

“Leave her alone!” Peter cried, voice cracking on the last word. “Please!”

You felt the man’s hands leave your face for a moment, relief washing over you.

Suddenly, there was a blinding pain along the left side of your face, as the man’s fist made contact with your flesh. You felt the cartilage in your nose crunch, and the man’s ring split open the skin on your cheek. There was ringing in your ears, as your head whipped to the side and you cried out in pain.

Peter was yelling, but you couldn’t hear his words as the agent assaulted you again, from the same side.

You felt your teeth cut into your lip, a metallic taste in your mouth as your teeth split the skin, and blood oozed around your mouth. The pain made it hard to say anything, all you could do was scream as the man assaulted you over, and over again.

When he stopped, you could hear Peter crying, begging the man to let you go.

Your head hung limp, blood collecting from your mouth onto your lower lip, and dripping off with your saliva. The ringing in your ears had faded, but the haze in your brain was making it hard to think of anything other than the pain. You could feel that the skin under the zip ties were broken – zip ties having broken the skin from you struggling against them in pain.

“I don’t think she’s had enough.” The man laughed, voice jubilant, “What do you think, boys? Should we make her scream?”

You heard collective cheers, drowning out Peter’s sobs and pleas to release you.

Slink.

Your eyes sprung open as you heard the sound of a knife being flicked open. “No… please…” You slurred, tears washing a trail through the blood on your cheeks. “Don’t…” Your rapid breathing picked up as you saw the man slowly bring the knife down to your bare thighs, which were barely covered in shorts. “No… please…” You begged, looking up at the man, who was staring at you. “Please!”

His face twisted up into a wolfish smile, as his knife touched the skin of your thighs, cold edge razor sharp against your flesh. A shiver of pure fear trembled through your entire body, and you could feel bile sloshing around in your stomach as the man pressed down a fraction harder.

“Please, please, pl- AH!” You screamed in pain, thrashing against your bonds as the knife slowly skid across your thigh, cutting through the skin like butter – running down your leg from the middle to your knee. Blood oozed from the gash, quickly, dripping down the side and collecting on the chair. The pain was blinding, and it burned from your thighs to your toes.

“PLEASE!” You heard Peter sob, voice straining with each yell. “STOP!”

“I don’t think so.”

When you thought it was over, panting in exhaustion as your entire body pulsed with adrenaline, you felt the hot tip of the knife poke against the skin of your other thigh. You groaned, as the tip pierced deeper and deeper into your trembling flesh.

You choked on your breath, as the man quickly slammed the heel of his hand against the handle of the knife, plunging it through all layers of skin, and into the muscle of your thigh.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t pass out on me, now.” He sneered, twisting the knife as you choked on your breath. “Otherwise we’ll have to start over.”

“P-p-pl..please…” You panted, cold wave of exhaustion shooting through your body, “Stop…”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?”

You tensed with a groan, as he yanked out the bloody knife from your leg. You felt like you were going to throw up, a lump of bile stuck in your throat as the adrenaline was coursing through your veins.

“Leave her alone!” Peter begged, and you could hear the rattling of the chains, “Torture me, instead! Please!”

“Speak again, and the next cut goes across her jugular.” The agent snapped, hand burying into your hair and yanking your head back. “Do you want that? Huh, Parker? DO YOU?!” Peter must have shaken his head, because the man let out a satisfied grunt. He turned around, hand still in your hair. “Did you send the video?”

“Yes, sir.” Another agent replied.

“Good.” He turned back to you, white teeth shining as he smiled, “Now, where were we?”

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The pain was all you could comprehend, as he cut you over, and over, and over, again. Cuts on your thighs, cuts on your arms, cuts on your chest… any exposed flesh was fair game to the blade of his knife.

You’d grown weak with blood loss, cold spreading from your bare toes, up your legs, and through your entire body. You felt like you were floating, unable to do anything but whimper with your head hanging, as he continued his assault to your flesh.

Peter had grown quiet, not even the sounds of his breathing could be heard.

“I’m bored with this.” The agent sighed, a clang heard as he tossed the knife aside, “Is it ready?”

Is what ready?

“Yes, sir.” An agent responded, and the acrid smell of something burning wafted into your nose. “Hot and ready.”

“Good.”

You lifted your head, panic starting to build again as you realized what was in the agent’s hand. A branding iron, with the symbol of hydra glowing menacingly at the end. “No, no, no.” You thrashed against your bonds, again, vomit building in your throat, “Please! PLEASE! NO!”

You clenched your eyes shut, not wanting to witness the agent press the brand against your skin.

CRASH!

A loud series of gunshots, groans, and thuds could be heard echoing through the warehouse.

Your eyes were still screwed closed, but your head hung low, chin touching the fabric of your bloody tee shirt. Your pants were growing slower, and weaker. An overwhelming urge to sleep was slowing the racing pulse through your body.

“Y/n?” Steve’s voice called in a panic, echoing through the now-quiet room. “Peter?”

“Help her.” You heard Peter’s quiet voice, “Please.”

You felt something press against your neck, sending you into a small wave of panic.

“No…” You groaned, weakly jerking against your bonds. “…Pl…Please…”

“Y/n, it’s me!” Steve’s voice was right in your ear, “We’re going to get you out of here.” His voice sounded a little further away as he called into his comms, “Guys, we need med evac. Y/n’s hurt, badly.”

Finally…

You heard the sounds of chains being broken, clanging to the floor loudly.

“No, Peter, you’re weak!” You heard Tony’s voice. “The drugs!”

“Let go of me!” Peter growled, “I need to see her.”

A small whine escaped as Steve cut the zip ties, pulling them from your broken and bloody gashes. You slumped forward, immediately being caught by a set of familiar arms.

“You’re okay.” Peter’s voice was in your ear, as your head lulled onto his chest, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

You felt the warmth of his body, a stark contrast against the cold of your bloodied skin. He was holding you tightly against his body, your slumped body in his lap on the ground.

“Med Evac is just about here.” You heard Steve say, “Get ready.”

You opened your eyes, looking up at Peter, who was staring at you with tears streaming down his face. You lifted your hand, bringing it up to Peter’s face slowly. “I love you.”

His lip wobbled, another tear cascading down his cheek, “I love you, too.”

You shivered, snuggling into the warmth of his chest, body completely exhausted and cold. You swallowed down the bile, a floating feeling in your head. Everything was starting to get fuzzy around the edges of your vision. Your breathing was starting to even out, a calm spreading through your body. You felt your hands slip from his form, falling to the ground as you sagged. The darkness was winning. The exhaustion was taking over.

“I think she’s going in to shock.” Peter’s arms tightened around you, “Baby, please don’t fall asleep… Y/n?” His voice cracked, cold floor against your back as you were laid down. “What’s happening to her? Somebody do something!” Peter’s sobs grew in intensity as he pleaded, “Please! Y/n!”

You tried to reply, but you were just too tired.

Too cold.

Too weak.

Peter’s tear stained face was the last thing you saw.

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