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tuawards · 1 year

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Quick list (details under the cut):

Best Flash Fiction

Best One Shot

Best Multi-Chapter

Best Series

Best Collection

Best Gen

Best Drama

Best Action/Adventure

Best Suspense

Best Comedy

Best Romance

Best AU

Best Crossover

Best NSFW

Best Episode Tag

Best Use Of Formatting

Best Challenge Response

Best Comfort Re-Read

Best Non-English Story

Best Author

Word Count: (Any genre except NSFW)

Best Flash Fiction - Up to 500 words - Can be part of a collection if it does not require reading any of the other entries

Best One Shot - Must be one single chapter with more than 500 words (501+) - Can be part of a collection if it does not require reading any of the other entries

Best Multi-Chapter - Must have two or more chapters - Can be part of a collection if it does not require reading any of the other entries

Best Series - Must be comprised of at least two individual (single or multi-chaptered) stories - The stories within the series must be completed

Best Collection - Individual stories within the nominated collection must be completed - Collections themselves can be ongoing (as there is no option to mark a collection “complete”)

Genre: (Any length)

Best Gen - No specific focus on pairings, romance or sex

Best Drama - Think Angst, Whump, Hurt/(no)Comfort

Best Action/Adventure - All the fight scenes and explosions

Best Suspense - Think Mystery, Thriller, Horror, Crime

Best Comedy - Including Crack fics

Best Romance - Fluff, slow-burn, There Was Only One Bed™ – anything to make the heart flutter - Only the vanilla kind please – anything explicit goes in the NSFW category

Best AU - Think “Private Eye Diego Hargreeves”, “Brellies In Space”, or your classic Coffee Shop AU™ - Includes all Number Eight Hargreeves, No Powers, xReader and xOC types of stories - Crossovers have their own category - Please make sure all Omegaverse fics go into the NSFW category unless they’re vanilla (and let’s face it, they’re probably not)

Best Crossover - Also includes crossovers between TV show and comics that make the distinction between the two sets of characters (if the author simply tagged the story in both fandoms but uses only one set of characters, it does not count as a crossover)

Best NSFW - This category overrides all other categories - Please nominate anything rated Explicit in this category ONLY

Form and Structure: (Any length and genre except NSFW)

Best Episode Tag - Missing scenes, different POVs or inner monologues of actual events in the show, transcripts and the like

Best Use Of Formatting - Five (Plus One) Things/Five Times, modern epistolary (Twitter convos, Group Chat™, Five’s apocalypse diary, Viktor’s biography), mixed media (use of fanart, images and the like within the story)

Best Challenge Response - Stories specifically written for MerMay, Whumptober, Bad Things Happen Bingo, or just any old prompt from whichever source - Please note stories rated Explicit must be nominated for the NSFW category only which will probably be most Kinktober stories

Unranked: (Winners will be listed by author and alphabet instead of 1st/2nd/3rd place; can be any length/genre except NSFW)

Best Comfort Re-Read - Having a bad day? Burrow into the cosy, warm feeling of re-reading that one story for the 5000th time to get you out of your funk.

Best Non-English Story - Any length/genre except NSFW

Best Author - Must have written at least one story within the nomination time frame - When nominating, please submit the name and AO3 link to their bio in the text field that will be provided in the survey, and if you'd like, you can also add links to stories you liked written within the nomination time frame

#The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #TUA #UA #TUAwards #TUAwards S1 #Categories

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years

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Work of Art (Diego Hargreeves x Reader, Kinktober

A/N: Rather than try and finish 2 more fics this week, as would be necessary to finish the original Kinktober list I posted, I played a little shuffle, and combined the two remaining ones, tossed some stuff, added new stuff. Because frankly I’m running out of steam[iness], though really, this is further than I ever expected to get on this project. Anyway...the final fic. Hope you enjoy. Word Count: 2440 Kinktober Prompts: bondage, knife-play, marking Rating: E(xplicit) Content Warnings: dom/sub (dom reader), bondage, knife-play, marking kink, pain kink, begging, teasing, praise kink, oral (both male and female receiving), biting, blood, overstimulation Cross-posted to AO3 here.

“Stop squirming so much,” you laughed, dropping the soft cotton rope to start over. “You’d think I was torturing you or something.”

“You’re sitting there, dressed like that, looking that gorgeous, and not letting me touch you,” Diego pointed out. “Find me the part that isn’t torture.”

You rolled your eyes, finally securing the last knot to keep Diego exactly where you wanted him, despite his continued wriggling.

“Unless you want actual torture, stop complaining.”

“Actual torture? You couldn’t if you tried.”

You raised a challenging eyebrow and smirked. He swallowed, instantly regretting his words.

“Well then, you wouldn’t mind if I just…” you walked over to the bedroom door, pausing dramatically in the doorway to look back at him. “Left you there then?”

“Wait, no, Y/N,” he called after you, voice straining with ill-concealed desperation. “Please. I promise I’ll behave.”

You waited a few beats longer, until you heard his faint whine, pleading for you, before you returned to the bedroom, satisfied that he knew your threat was serious. When you returned, he gave you his best penitent expression, which was admittedly, just a little bit ruined by the way his eyes trailed hungrily over your figure in the lacy, nearly see-through negligee you wore when he thought you wouldn’t notice.

“I could do whatever I want to you like this,” you observe off-handedly, still standing near the end of the bed, studying his bound form.

He wasn’t completely immobile, though you had originally tried to convince him to let you trap him in that way. But he was tied enough that he wouldn’t be going anywhere or able to pull his usual stunts to try to take control. And he looked so pretty: stretched out on the bed, hands bound above him with just enough slack to be able to twist and grab the thin wrought-iron rails supporting him, another thin set of ropes wrapped around his waist and secured to the underside of the bed. If you were being honest, it was a bit like the damsel tied to a railroad track in an old silent movie, but it was a look that worked for him, especially the way the blue ropes stood out against his skin.

“And you’d like that wouldn’t you,” you purred, taking a few steps closer. “You like to act tough but really, you’re just craving to be used and controlled. Isn’t that right baby?”

His cock twitched at your words and you couldn’t help but smirk, enjoying the visual evidence of your effect on him. He nodded in answer to your question, even as he strained against his binds. You stopped, waiting expectantly for him to use his words. It had taken a long time to convince him to let his guard down and be vulnerable like this, and you wanted to be sure that he was both capable and willing to bring it to a stop if he needed to.

“Yes,” he finally panted. “Please, use me, do whatever you want to me. Please, Y/N.”

“You look so good like this, like a work of art. What would you do if I decided I wanted to just sit here,” you plopped yourself down on a stool in the corner and folded one leg over your knee, leaning forward so you could still see his face. “And admire the art?”

He shook his head. “No, please, please touch me, hurt me, fuck me. Do anything, just please, do something.”

“You’re so right.” You stood again, sauntering to the edge of the bed and staring down into his face, gently running your nails down the side of his face, swiping them across his lips, drawing back harshly enough that they caught when he tried to suck a thumb into his mouth.

“My pretty boy.” He shivered bodily, as much as the ropes would allow, at your words, throwing his head back against the pillow.

“Do you like that? Being called pretty or being called mine.”

His face flushed and you repressed a giggle.

“Both,” he admitted shyly.

“Do you want me to keep doing it?”

“Please?”

“Of course, my pretty boy, all mine, all laid out and gorgeous for me.” A dangerous glint crossed your eyes as he tried to buck upward, a bead of pre-cum welling from your words alone.

“Maybe, I should make sure everyone knows that you’re mine. Make it clear that they can look,” you ran your fingertips down his sternum, “but they can’t touch. Would you like that?”

You suspected that by the end of the night, he would grow tired of your prompting. And yet, if he paid attention, he would see that through this, he had more control than he ever did otherwise.

“Yes, Y/N. Claim me.” There was a hint of frustration and desperation in his voice, and you decided not to push him any further before giving in.

Slowly, making sure his eyes were trained on you the whole time, not that he had dared to look away for a second so far, you straddled him, just above where the ropes crossed his mid-section, moving at a pace that made tectonic plates look like speedboats.

Settling comfortably, you leaned down, pressing your body against his, only the gauzy layer of your dress separating you. You let your breath ghost over him, teasing at the sensitive spots behind his ear and beneath his jaw. And then, sure that he wouldn’t be expecting it, you dipped your head lower and bit down harshly on the soft spot where throat met clavicle. Diego cried out, thrashing under you but unable to move, and just as importantly, not seeming like he was actually trying to get away from you. You felt the slightest hint of blood welling up and laved your tongue over the spot, soothing the worst of the sting but maintaining enough pressure to draw the blood toward the surface, ensuring a heavy, dark spot would be left behind.

“Mm,” you purred, pulling back to look at his face once more, the blissed out look on his face sending a jolt to your core. “You mark up so well for me Diego, but I don’t know if that little spot’s going to be enough.”

He gulped nervously. “Will you leave another?”

“I had a better idea, if you trust me…” you forced him to meet your gaze.

“Absolutely.” It was the firmest his voice had been since you began.

Hesitantly, you reached over to the nightstand, picking up one of the tiny precision blades that he used sometimes, though never in this way obviously. Palming it, you held it up for him to see. His eyes widened.

“I promise, I won’t hurt you, not really,” you explained, dropping any act or pretense. “Lightest touch only. Just enough to leave a mark that will heal over without a trace. Or I can put this away. It’s up to you.”

His eyes flickered back and forth from the knife to your face.

“Do it,” he said, voice gruff with desire. The muscles of your cunt clenched and fluttered at the sound, but you tried to ignore the feelings and focus on him. “...please?”

You kissed him passionately, trying to pour into it all of the thousand feelings coursing through you: how badly you wanted him, how much you loved him, how grateful you were that he trusted you like this.

You rocked backwards, letting your ass brush teasingly against his straining erection as you inspected your canvas.

“Now, my pretty boy,” you taunted, “where shall I make my mark. There are so many options…”

You trailed the flat of the little blade along the column of his throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob, dangerously close to the point. You traced outward, first over one side of his collarbone and then the other and then down over the taut muscles of his chest. He hissed as you turned the blade so that the needle-sharp point was against his flesh as you traced circles around his nipples with just enough pressure to create a sting. Finally, you stopped, poised just above his heart.

“Shall I write my name right here?” you asked, “label your heart and lay my claim to it.”

“It’s yours,” he countered, “already yours.”

“Well then, let’s make it official.”

You turned the blade again so that the full edge was pressed his exposed skin, biting your lip as you watched the little specks of red well up in the shape of your initials, tracing over them once, twice, thrice. He moaned louder with each pass, high and needy and threatening to overwhelm you, but he held himself perfectly still, one wrong move potentially spelling his end. You admired the endurance and discipline it required almost as much as you admired the patterns of pain you were tracing around the letters now, little hearts and swirling shapes. You followed behind the knife with open-mouthed kisses, as you wanted him to experience the sting and ache at the same time as you wanted to draw them away and spare him any suffering.

“Please,” he breathed. “Please, haven’t I been good?”

You looked up, a little startled at the question.

“Of course you’ve been good. You’ve been so good. Perfect, obedient, beautiful. You’ve been all those things Diego,” you assured him.

“Then please, I can’t take anymore. Please stop teasing me, no more games.”

You frowned. It wasn’t the safeword you had agreed to, but maybe…

“Please, don’t I deserve a reward?”

Oh.

“Of course you do baby. Do you want to cum now?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“No?” you startled.

“No. I don’t want to cum yet. Not until I taste you. I know you’re wet, I know you. I want that sweet little pussy all over my face.”

“Well who am I to refuse you whatever your heart desires?” You said, eyes sparkling with mirth before you rose up on your hands and knees, crawling over him until you were poised, hovering just out of reach of his tongue, which was already darting out to run across his lips.

His hands strained at the ropes, and you knew that if his hands were free, something you could have given him with a few flicks of the little knife if you wanted to, they would be gripping your hips with bruising strength and holding you down while he pleasured you. You closed your eyes, letting the image dance across your eyelids while you sank down.

Diego’s tongue flicked through your folds, tasting your gathered wetness. The groan that followed vibrated up through you, and it took all of your willpower, and the sharp bite of your nails into the palm of one hand, the other braced on the headboard, parallel to Diego’s own arms, not to break from that sensation alone. He sucked hard on your sensitive clit and you keened, grinding down on his face just as he moved his attention, tongue diving into you. You continued to move, hips bucking in rhythm with the thrust and flick of the wet muscle inside you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer and then in a primal scream as he flicked and sucked at your clit again, alternating back and forth faster than you could keep track of. He answered each sound you made with one of his own, groans and moans and hums mixing with his clever mouth to drive you over the edge, and then again without warning as he refused to let up.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, “Fuck, Diego, yes! You make me feel so good baby!”

As a third orgasm tore through you, you pulled from him, trembling in the aftershocks as you tried to catch your breath.

“That was so good baby,” you panted. “You always know how to make me feel so good. But now it’s your turn.”

You slowly slunk down the bed, trailing kisses and little nips along his skin until you reached your destination. Looking up to check on him, and because you knew how much he loved the sight of you making eye-contact as you sucked him off, you wrapped your lips around his dick and slowly lowered your mouth onto it, taking him as deep as you could until he bumped at the back of your throat and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. Curling your hand around the base of him, the other bracing yourself against his thigh, you set an unstable pattern, working him rapidly, twisting your fingers and bobbing your head up and down only to suddenly slow, so that you were all but still, holding him in your mouth and the length of his cock with your tongue and then resuming your motions, trying to keep him on his toes. He bucked his hips as far as the ropes would allow him, trying to match your patterns with thrusts of his own, and crying out your name over and over.

“Oh, Y/N,” he moaned. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”

You squeezed gently on the base of his cock at the same you hollowed out your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could and he came with a feral growl, his cum filling your mouth, hot and salty and you swallowed down as much of it as you could, fighting the urge to gag.

Slowly, you slid him out of your mouth and stood. Your own fluids were rapidly cooling on the insides of your thighs as you made your way shakily to the bathroom for some warm cloths to clean you both up.

As you returned to Diego’s side, you noticed the way he shivered and sweat. Concerned, you quickly slit the ropes, freeing him to curl in on himself.

“Diego, baby?” you asked softly, stroking the damp fabric over his skin soothingly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, sounding hoarse and slightly out of breath. “That was just a lot…”

“Too much?”

“No. No,” he shook his head, reaching around to grab one of your hands in his. “It was perfect, I’m just…I’ll be fine.”

You bit your lip, not sure if you believed him and concerned that you’d gone too far, all in the name of showing him how amazing he was.

“How can I help?” you asked, wanting to follow his lead and speed his recovery.

“Just, hold me, please.”

“Let me finish cleaning us both up, and then I can definitely do that,” you said with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I love you, Diego.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#Kinktober: Sinful Sundays #Diego Hargreeves x reader #Diego Hargreeves Kinktober #Kinktober 2020 #smut #I hate this title but I'm tired and I can't come up with a better one #it still counts as Sinful Sunday if not every timezone has hit Monday yet #right on the dot also still counts

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pythonees · 4 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Against The Wall + Interrupted — Diego Hargreeves

POSTED: October 7th, 2020

WORD COUNT: 808

WARNINGS: Smutty

A/N: Part 3 of 11 (hopefully) of kinktober! I would like to inform you all that I am once again back on my bullshit. I decided that having this, as well as Three’s a Crowd on the go was not enough for me. No, no, no, that would be too easy. On top of those, I have also decided to write not one, but three stories, because what better way to live life than to be suffering, am I right?

Anyways, enough of my suffering. I hope you enjoy this little drabble! Safe out there!

Darkness surrounded them in the stuffy closet Diego had dragged her into. His body was pressed tightly against hers, warm hands roaming under her T-shirt. Every movement jostled the coats hanging around them, the metal hangers scraping against the rod that ran the length of the closet.

Y/N could feel her shirt sticking to her in patches from the slowly forming sweat. There was barely any room to move with one person in there, let alone two, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Someone's gonna to hear us," Y/N mumbles, using her arms that were looped around his shoulders to pull herself up slightly, fingers massaging the stiff muscles in his neck as he sucked a bruise onto her own.

"Luther and Five are too busy fighting to even notice we're gone," Diego pulls away from Y/N to get a better look at her face in the dark room, hand moving up and out from her shirt to brush the hair away from her face. The light streaming in through the cracks is just enough to illuminate Diego's face, his eyes soft as they stared down at her.

"And the others?"

"Wont be here 'til tonight." That's all Y/N needs, tugging Diego back down to press her lips to his. Diego instantly crowds up in Y/N's space, pushing her up against the wall. His hand moves from her face, trailing down her body to grip the back of her thigh.

He guides her leg up and around his waist, stepping in the open space with a slow grind of his hips. Diego's other hand joins the first, easily lifting Y/N off of the ground. He pressed the hard length of his body against hers, using the wall to prop Y/N up higher.

Now looking down at him, Y/N takes a second to enjoy the soft look on his face, fingers dancing along the small scar cutting through his left eyebrow. Diego tilts his head up into the touch, eyes fluttering shut when Y/N moves to instead cup his face between her hands.

"I've always wanted to do this," Diego turns his face to press a kiss into the palm of Y/N's hand, smiling when he feels her other hand trail along the scar above his ear.

"Do what?"

"Sneak a pretty girl into the house," Diego presses one last kiss to her hand before turning his attention back up to her, eyes dark as presses a kiss to the underside of her jaw.

"But I walked through the front door?" Y/N gets a groan in response, and she laughs a bit too loud in the small closet.

"Don't ruin my dreams, Y/N!"

"My bad." Y/N cups his face, tilting it up to face her so she could press a quick kiss to his lips. When she pulls away Diego chases after her, hand abandoning her leg to slide up under her shirt again.

The sudden touch startles a gasp from Y/N just as Diego reconnects their lips, tongue slipping past with ease. His hands push further up, wrapping around her back to fiddle with the clasp of her bra.

Y/N's hands that were still cupping Diego's face drop down as far as they can go to tug at his shirt. She's able to pull it up under his armpits on her own, pulling away from the heated kiss to let Diego take it the rest of the way off.

Diego drops the shirt to the ground without a care, diving right back to Y/N's lips the second the shirt passed his face. The desperation brings a smile to Y/N's face against her will, causing Diego to pull away from her in a huff.

"Y/N..."

"Sorry! Sorry," Y/N peppers kisses along Diego's face, cradling his face in her hands once again, "you're just too cute."

"I'm not cute," he grumbles, trying to capture her lips again, but to no avail. She pulls away with a smile, brushing her thumb over his furrowed brow.

"Ah, yes. I forgot, The Kraken, strongest member of the academy, can't possibly be cute," Y/N murmurs, leaning in to press her lips back to his in a teasingly light kiss.

"That's where you're wrong!" Both of them startle, light pouring into the tiny closet. Standing proud in the doorway is Klaus, with an amused Allison standing behind him, "There are pictures that Mom took that would prove otherwise."

"Hi Klaus, Allison," Y/N says, unfazed at their sudden appearance, though it's drowned out by Diego's pissed grumbling. She lets her legs drop from around Diego's waist, forcing him to put her down, "you're here early."

"Well, I figured that if you were going to be here, then you must have made more of your delicious food," Klaus then turns to Diego, a teasing smirk on his face as he watches his brother put his shirt back on, "you know, there are better places to get your hanky on than in a coat closet, right?"

"Shut. Up."

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves smut #the umbrella academy #Ꮺ. my work #Ꮺ. smut warning #Ꮺ. kinktober

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jjdoggies-fanfics · 2 years

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Harcest Kinktober: Day 12 - Skirts/Uniforms

Summary: "It Seems That You've Forgotten to Wear Any Underwear Tonight"

Ship: Viego

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34661098

#harcest kinktober 2021 #harcest #harcest kinktober #kinktober 2021 #kinktober #skirts #skirts/uniforms #uniforms #day 12 #vanya #diego #hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #viego #diego x vanya #vanya x diego

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lilacliquors · 7 months

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kinktober day eight: public sex

pairing: diego hargreeves x reader

word count: 436

notes: again this one is short, because idk i'm just not feeling it this month. i'm gonna do my best to get the rest of the month done, but idk it just feels like no one's super excited this time around

you didn’t give a shit about public indecency in the moment.you just needed each other so badly, and you couldn’t wait until you got home. you’d been on a a ride together, listening in to cop radios to find any hints to local break-ins and robberies, and you hit the jackpot with one. it was an easy job, with diego’s powers and your skillset, and what better way to celebrate than to … fuck in the garden of the house you’d just gone into. sure, the police could be there at any minute, but that was the thrill of it, wasn’t it?

you were in a rush, so you shoved your pants down, along with his, in a feverish attempt to hurry things along. you stumbled and nearly fell, but that didn’t matter. you were lost in each other, hungry kisses and frantic touches consuming you until he had you in his arms, pinned up against the house. one of his arms held you up, and his free hand fisted his cock, pumping it once, twice, three times before he pushed into your waiting pussy.

your head tilted back as you moaned, and you brought one of your hands up to cup the back of his head, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as he thrust into you. your moans were muffled by his mouth claiming yours, and all you could feel was him filling you, taking every inch he had to offer. he pulled back from your kiss to kiss and nibble on your neck, and in the distance, you could hear sirens. the police were on their way, and the chance of getting caught only excited you further.

“not much time …” he groaned, and you nodded in agreement. you reached down and toyed with your clit, gasping and panting as the muscles in your stomach tensed.

“gonna cum,” you breathed, and you felt him smile against your neck.

“cum for me, baby. come on, that’s it. that’s what i want …”

you whimpered, massaging and rubbing your clit until finally, that coil snapped, your toes curled in your boots, and you kissed him quickly to muffle any extra sounds you might’ve made. he gripping you tightly, fucking into you during your orgasm until his hips were jutting sloppily, and he was spilling inside of you, with no warning. you clung to him, and it was a miracle you could both stay upright. flashing lights caught your attention nearby, and your moment of passion had to come to an end.

“round two at home?” he asked, and you nodded with a grin.

#atomwritez #diego hargreeves smut #diego hargreeves x reader #kinktober 2023 #kinktober2023 #atomwritez kinktober2023

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 3 years

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Glinting Eyes and Blades — kinktober 2021

✦ pairing — Diego Hargreeves x vigilante!female!Plus Size Reader

✦ kinks — knife kink/play.

✦ additional warnings — light spanking (literally one spank), dirty talk, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (please don’t do this) vaginal sex, cream pie.

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he’s sick of your bullshit. At least that’s what you assume. And you’re sick of the chase that started by mistake when you arrived before him to stop an assault.

Diego is usually smug, he often beats you to pretty much everything. It’s annoying and incredibly hot.

but he had never looked so messed up about anything. Or hotter. He has you against a dirty wall, eyes glinting as he looks you up and down.

“You hurt?” he roughly asks. You shake your head. He pushes his body closer to you so you don’t even think about moving. Your breath hitches. He insists, “You sure?”

“I’m fine.” You don’t look at him as you speak which makes him think you’re lying.

Diego releases one of your wrists to grab your face. He forces you to look at him. “You should be more careful, I’m not saving your ass ever again.” You know he doesn’t mean it, he can’t even maintain a steady voice as he says it.

“Can I go now?” You’re tired, and with the way he’s looking at you, horny.

“I’ll walk you home.”

you don’t ask what got into him tonight, you’re just relieved to be off that wall.

your place isn’t far away, and you’re almost disappointed that he hasn’t made a suggestive comment. So you take the initiative. “You want something to drink?”

“Sure.” he follows you inside your one-bedroom apartment, looking around as you tell him to make himself at home.

when you’re back from the kitchen with two beers, you find him playing with one of his knives.

it’s clear he takes care of his weapons of choice. The silver glitter is almost hypnotizing as he flips the knife.

he takes both bottles from your grasp and puts them down onto the coffee table. He’s holding the knife between his teeth, and you don’t think he has ever looked better.

the knife is back in his grasp. “What’s up with you tonight?”

you look down at the glinting knife, the way he grips it so naturally in his pretty hands... “Nothing,” you rasp.

he follows your gaze. His voice is filled with amusement when he asks, “Do you want to hold it?”

you don’t know if he means the knife or his hand. In both cases, yes, you do. He takes your hand in his free one and shoves the hilt of the knife on your open palm. “It’s light,” he says.

“Not light enough to be thrown around.” Your comment makes him chuckle in your ear. It’s deep and it goes straight to your core.

His free arm wraps around your middle, bringing your back against his chest. It’s easier to show you that way, he says.

“Don’t,” you warn him. “I’ll make you pay for the repairing if you even try it.”

he whines in disappointment, but you’re too busy once again looking at the blade to care. And he knows.

he brings your hand closer to your body, grip tight around it as he guides the knife in your grasp down your other arm. “Is that what you were curious about?”

you lulled your head to the side to look at him. Diego leaned in and crashed his lips against yours. He took the knife from your grasp and held it to your cheek, careful not to pierce your skin as he deepened the kiss.

“What would you do if I ruined your pretty little suit?” he breathlessly asks in your ear.

“I don’t know,” you admit. The moment the words leave your mouth, he drags the knife down your neck, towards the collar of your suit. Cold air hits your skin as Diego rips your suit with the blade, brushing your skin in the process.

he’s only happy once you’re in your underwear, his hard cock pressed against your ass serves as confirmation.

he puts the knife down for a moment and turns you around. Diego unabashedly stares at your breasts, hands going up to your plush waist.

it’s unfair that he’s fully clothed still, but you would be lying if you said it doesn’t excite you. He looks like he knows just that.

his hands roam your body, lips once again finding yours. Diego playfully slaps your ass as he pulls away. “Get on your back. Wherever you want, just lay down.”

you lay on the couch, eyes on him as he stalks towards you. He caresses your body with his knuckles, again staring at your breasts. The knife is back in his grasp, and this time Diego cuts the straps of your bra.

it isn’t enough for him. The blade is nestled in between the cups and your chest, and as he rips the fabric to expose your breasts, the tip brushes your skin.

Diego grabs one of your breasts, squeezing it in his hand. He pinches your nipple as he withdraws his warm palm, and you moan.

“Such a pretty sound.” There are no hints of teasing in his voice.

you watch as the tip of his knife circles the nipple he just pinched. He presses ever so slightly, not enough to pierce your skin, but enough for you to tremble.

he enjoys having control over you. He looks even more messed up than he did earlier, his eyes —usually warm— are wild, and the bulge in his pants is so noticeable that you think it might hurt.

he hovers over you, tracing your body with the knife, watching as the blade slithers down your skin. He follows its path with his mouth, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your torso.

his mouth is at your belly while the blade tickles your thigh. He drags the knife up and down, then suddenly tears your panties off you in two clean cuts.

he lets out a breathy smile. “Do you always get this wet when knives are involved?”

“Perhaps.” You can’t keep your cool and moan as he presses his thumb to your clit.

“Is that why you’re always in a hurry to get home?”

you don’t say anything, clenching around nothing at the dark laugh he lets out.

“I asked you something,” he mocks you. Diego moves his thumb ever so slightly, enough for you to feel tingly. He fully smiles when you nod.

“Wanna share what you do when you get home?” He drags the knife down your other thigh, the one that managed to get damp. “Do you fuck yourself with your fingers thinking it’s me?” The question comes with him dragging a finger down your slit.

it’s not that you don’t want to tell him, it’s that you want those moments just for yourself. “I’m usually too tired.”

Diego slips his finger in. “We both know that’s a lie.” He adds another finger and curls both of them inside you. “Do you imagine yourself as a petty criminal, maybe? One that I can only stop by fucking her stupid?”

he drops the knife onto the floor as he kneels, slipping his arm under your hips. “I wanna know,” he casually says. “Maybe I’ll get some new material.”

“You go first,” you manage to say. And you’re oh so proud.

“Can’t. Mouth’s busy.” He attaches his mouth to your clit without warning, eating you out like he’s a starving man and your pussy is the only source of food.

you want to tell him now, but you can’t get a word out that isn’t interrupted by a whine or a moan. He scissors his fingers inside you a few times, then curls them and uncurls them.

you’re going to come all over his pretty face if he doesn’t stop. “Gonna come,” you warn him, already expecting him to stop.

but Diego doesn’t stop. He has you shaking as he eats you out past your orgasm, lapping at anything he finds in his wake.

he stands up, getting rid of his pants and underwear. You lick your lips at the sight of his cock, and almost squeal when he uses the slick all over his hand to lube his cock.

you sigh as he pumps his cock a few times and sit up, reaching over to do it yourself. He lets you, cursing you give it a tentative squeeze.

he takes the rest of his clothes off, moving away from your touch to do it properly. “Get on all fours.”

he fucks you even better than you’ve imagined, and when you think there’s no way he can top it off, you feel a blade against your neck.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock.”You are not only squeezing his cock, you’re trying not to come.

Diego picks up his pace. “Come on my cock, baby,” he breathlessly says in your ear. “Come on, I wanna feel you.”

you do, you clench so hard around his cock that you throw your head back. He has an arm around your middle as he ruts into you.

Diego throws the knife to the other side of the small living room as you come and continues fucking you until he’s coming too.

“Shit,” he curses as he empties his balls inside you. His breath is ragged as he says, “Sorry for not asking. I’ll make it up to you.”

you just hum, tired, and slightly overstimulated. You end up lying face down on the couch as you recover your breath with Diego on top of you, still inside you.

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x plus size reader #diego hargreeves smut

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Multi-Chapter:

Klaus Hargreeves x f!Reader

Playing With Fire | The Story of No. 8: The Fire-starter [ complete ]

Burning Out | Sequel to Playing With Fire [ hiatus ]

One-Shots/Drabbles/Prompt Requests:

Klaus Hargreeves x f!Reader

*Say My Name* (hippy!reader)

Playing with Fire’verse

Klaus Hargreeves x f!Reader

I Found You: dancing under the stars

Stay

*Pink is my Colour, After All*

Lyrics on the Wall

Withdrawals & Silly Straws

*Space Heater*

*Selfish*

Failing You [ Continuation of flashback from PwF Ch.5 - Klaus POV ]

Honesty Hurts

Wedding Date

Don’t Do That Again

Only When You’re Lonely

Not Coming Back (Alt Ending to Only When You’re Lonely)

Hair Dye

No Secret

*Cigarette Burns* (Kinktober 2020)

*The Swing* (Kinktober 2020)

*Don’t Touch That Blindfold* (Kinktober 2020)

*You Wonderful Thing, You* (Kinktober 2020)

*Praises*

*I Caught Fire* [ Flashback from Ch. 2 of Playing with Fire - Klaus POV ]

*Hit Me*

Klaus Hargreeves x Win Hargreeves (oc)

*Overeager*

60s Strip Club AU

An alternate universe to Burning Out, (post Playing with Fire) in which Klaus & y/n arrive in Dallas together and own a strip club.

Catch Me in the Club

*Make Me*

The Most Important Thing

With You for a Reason

*Tease*

*Rough Treatment* (Kinktober 2020)

*Let Me Hear You*

Fool’s Holiday (Holiday 2020)

*Disobedient*

Don’t Need Music

Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Partners

30yo!Five Hargreeves x Temps Commission!Reader

Not Alone

The Bed Situation

Flesh Wound

Under Cover

Some Rest

Updated: 3/27/21

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years

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Vengeance (Diego Hargreeves x Reader, Kinktober)

A/N: Oh boy...this one went hard. Pun intended? It’s technically a direct sequel to PDA as opposed to a stand alone. But I suppose it could also be read alone. Up to you. Word Count: 1874 Kinktober Prompts: Edging/Teasing, Angry Sex (kinda) Rating: E(xplicit) Content Warnings: blowjob, dirty talk, mild degradation, swearing, teasing, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation Cross-posted to AO3 here.

After the stunt Diego had pulled, you were eager to get him home and growing annoyed with every delay from how slow he was eating to the fact that he wanted to take the scenic route home. However, you let him continue, knowing exactly what he thought he was doing, and what was actually happening instead.

As soon as you made it through the door, finally, you pounced on him, knocking him back against the closed front door and kissing him harshly. This was the kind of kiss that doubled as a war, and you were determined to win. His hands gripped your hips, holding you close and you used that to your advantage as well, grinding slowly against him and drawing out a groan from his parted lips. You nipped at his lower lip before slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tried to slip a knee between your legs, leaning like he hoped to flip you around so he could take control, and you growled, pressing your hands to his shoulders to keep him exactly where you wanted him.

“Y/N?” he asked, panting as you drew back to trail your lips along his jaw.

“You were cruel,” you said, punctuating your words with little open-mouthed kisses. “Toying with me at dinner, teasing me by dragging out the walk home. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Unless you tell me to stop it is,” you purred, continuing your journey, dragging your teeth lightly down the column of his throat.

He groaned, his head falling back so that he stared at the ceiling and his neck was bared for you. Deftly, your fingers unbuttoned his shirt as you continued to kiss and lick every sensitive point you could reach, thankful that for once he had forgone his usual sweaters in favor of a nice dress shirt. Sliding it off his shoulders, you growled in frustration when you found that he was wearing an undershirt. Rather than waste precious time, you abandoned the idea of slowly stripping him bare and moved to undo his belt instead, sinking to your knees to kiss the exposed parts of his stomach as you untucked the offending shirt.

As you teased trailing fingers over the prominent bulge in his pants, a flicker of movement caught your eye and a flash of white sailed over your head. You ran your hands over the taut plane of his stomach, feeling his breath shudder beneath your fingertips.

“Oh now you want to be good?” you questioned, a self-satisfied smirk on your face. “It’s too late for that.”

You hated giving up even that fraction of control by allowing him to decide for himself to take off his clothes, but what you wanted to do would be so much easier without fabric in the way, so you did. You rocked back on your heels and stared up at him, totally in command despite your suppliant position.

“Fine. Then strip for me.”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, nodding rapidly and nearly falling over himself to follow your orders. When he was bare before you, you placed your hands on his hips, pressing him back against the door.

“Now, stay right there,” you instructed, letting your breath ghost over him.

You trailed feather light kisses across his skin, lips crossing every inch except where he wanted you the most, lingering to pay particular attention to the sensitive scars that littered his body from years of fighting.

“Y/N…” he whined, fists clenching at his sides as he resisted the urge to bury them in your hair and guide you to what he needed. “Please…”

“Please what?” you asked, rocking back and removing all touch, which only made him whine louder. “Use your words Diego.”

“Please, baby, I need your pussy, your mouth, something, anything. I need you, need to feel around me baby.” he begged, repeating it like a chant.

You bit your lip, the sound and sight of him so desperate for you so quickly sending a jolt of electricity through you, your thighs clenching in a search for friction. His words cut off suddenly in a wanton moan as you surged forward, licking a long stripe along his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking harshly. His head slammed backward, banging hard against the fiberglass he was practically pressed into and you paused; you had no intention for your little game to result in actual injury.

When he didn’t seem to have a pained reaction, you smiled around him and began to move, each bob of your head sinking you further down onto him until he was hitting the back of your throat and you struggled not to gag. You kept the pace slow, almost lazy, and when he bucked his hips, trying to take more than you were ready to allow him, you reached up, digging your nails sharply into the bony parts of his hips and pressed him back again. He hissed, sucking in a sharp breath as the pain bled into the pleasure.

You felt him trembling beneath your touch, so close to tipping over the edge that you could literally taste it on his skin, the salt of sweat and pre-cum mingling on your tongue. Staring up at him, making sure he could see the predatory and pleased look in your eyes, you slowly backed away, pulling your mouth off of him completely. A thin line of spit continued to connect you to him and you raised a hand to demurely wipe it away.

“Fuck, why did you stop?” he panted.

“Because, I’m not done with you yet.” You rose to your feet, pressing yourself to the long line of his body. “Maybe now you’ll learn your lesson about playing nicely.”

You leaned in as if to kiss him, when you caught something spark behind his eyes, a fire that you very rarely saw, and it distracted you just long enough. Strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him and then suddenly, it was your back against the wall. He kissed you hungrily, all tongue and teeth, as if he truly intended to devour you whole. One hand trailed down your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist so that he could press even deeper against you.

“Diego,” you moaned as he turned his attention to your favorite place, the sensitive spot behind your ear.

You tilted your head to give him better access to it and he rewarded you with a harsh bite, sure to leave a mark.

“Bedroom, now,” you panted, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Finally agreeing with you on something, he moved quickly, lifting you so that you could wrap your other leg around him as well, balancing your weight with hands that pinched and grabbed at your ass. Without breaking his attention from your neck, he stumbled down the hall, not caring that you knocked into the walls and doorframes as you went. You kicked off your shoes somewhere along the way, and as soon as you both dropped onto the mattress, his hands travelled up, practically tearing your rumpled dress off you.

“You think you’re the only one who can play games, princess?” he growled, biting and mouthing down your exposed skin until he reached the swell of your breasts.

Roughly, he slid one of his hands under the band of your bra, palming your breast and rolling your pert nipple under his fingers. You arched into his touch, reaching around behind yourself to undo the clasp (before he completely ruined the expensive garment by stretching it out of shape). As soon as you did, he yanked it off you, and fixed his lips around the unattended bud, sucking harshly.

A high, keening whine escaped your lips and he chuckled, vibrating your skin. His free hand moved your panties out of the way, sliding them down just enough to allow him access.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, teasing you with the faintest touch of his fingers over your folds, not dipping close enough to bring you any satisfaction.

“Truce?” you asked breathlessly. “No more games. Just fuck me.”

“Oh I’ll fuck you alright, princess,” he growled, moving back up your chest and throat to hover over your lips again. “But there’s no truce until you’re begging. And remember, you started it.”

He smirked at your shiver of anticipation. With one thrust, he bottomed out, pausing long enough for you to adjust before he set a punishing pace. Each time he withdrew nearly all the way out, only to fill you completely once more, your body fluttering around him as he found his mark with precision, driving you mad.

“Diego!” you cried, voice strained and eyes squeezing shut. “I’m going to cum!”

“Go ahead, cum for me. But I want you to look at me when you do.” He grasped your chin with one hand, holding your gaze on him, the other hand tweaking your nipple again.

You cried out, your muscles spasming and clenching around him as you came, but he continued to fuck you through it, pace never stopping. You bucked your hips to meet his thrusts with your own. If he wanted war, then you would fight back with all you had.

The coil within you wound up again, quicker than you thought possible, and you started seeing stars.

“That’s it baby,” he muttered before pressing his lips to yours, tongue delving deep and motions never faltering.

You felt yourself crest over the edge of pleasure again, sucking his lower lip into your mouth and biting down on it as you did, your squeal mixing with his groan.

“Can you manage one more for me, Y/N?” he asked, stilling for a moment, all his performative aggression vanishing in the wake of concern for you.

You nodded, unable to find the words but still wanting him more.

“That’s my girl,” he smirked before resuming pounding into you.

You squeezed the hand he had entwined with yours and brought your other one up to scrabble across his back, surely leaving thin red lines with your nails. His hand trailed down your body, leaving your breast to slip between you and rub circles on your oversensitive nub.

You wrapped your legs back around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you panted. “I want you cum with me Diego baby. Please. I wanna feel it.”

Your words and bucking, pressing closer than should have been humanly possible, the clench of your muscles around him, the sting of your nails, it was all too much for him. His hips stuttered, thrusts losing their rhythm until you felt his release, driving you over the edge again with a primal scream, vision flaring white, every nerve overstimulated.

Weakly he trailed to a halt, pulling out of you and rolling to the side, brushing sweat-damp hair away from your brow.

“That was amazing,” you mumbled hazily, rolling to face him, clinging to him weakly as you came back to earth. “I should rile you up more often.”

He laughed, equally breathless as he snaked an arm around your waist. “Fuck, I love you.”

#Kinktober: Sinful Sundays #it's not Sunday but I don't care #oh actually...it's Thirsty Thursday! So that works out fine #Diego Hargreeves x Reader #Diego Hargreeves Kinktober #Kinktober 2020 #smut #I lost the prompts on this one a little bit #but I had fun? writing it #yet again: post and run!#also not to worry just because this is going up today does not bar the possibility of another toward end of day on Sunday #made it for Thursday with 7 minutes to spare

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pythonees · 4 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dressed Up — Diego Hargreeves

WARNINGS: Smut

A/N: Part 4 of 11 (possibly) of Kinktober! An update on my bullshitery, I now have a WIP page for anyone interested in seeing what I have in the works. It is, unfortunately, a page and not a post, so it wont be a fun or fresh experience for mobile users (my bad). Its linked on my info post if you wanna check it out!

the costume I had in mind is inspired by starlight from the boys, but in black to match Diego's aesthetic more.

Getting Diego to dress up for Halloween was an impossible task.

Since they had been together, Y/N was trying to fix the mess of a childhood that his "father" had raised him in. Celebrating Diego and his siblings' birthday was the easiest to do, getting them all simple gifts and cards, as well as meticulously decorated, though small, cakes for each.

The gifts didn't feel like much to her, since they had lived in such a lavish house growing up, though Y/N didn't feel bad about it when she got home with Diego later that night. He spent hours thanking her once they were safely behind closed doors, and while she enjoyed every second, Y/N couldn't walk properly in the days that followed.

Halloween, however, was a different story entirely. Despite running around town in leather and harnesses, Diego was viciously against the idea of dressing up. Y/N spent days trying to get him to agree, begging and bargaining, only for him to say no every time.

Defeated, Y/N turned to the only other person she could think of. Now, standing in a costume shop with Klaus, and technically Ben, she can't help but feel regret.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Y/N mumbles, twisting her body around again, starting at the way the fabric clung to her body in the mirror inside the changing room. As she turns back to face the mirror, her skirt flares out around her, and Y/N tries in vain to pull it down enough to fully cover her ass.

"This is perfect! One look at you and my dear brother won't say no- can't say no." Klaus says, no doubt getting strange looks from parents as they walked by in the mish-mash of an outfit he was wearing, "Now come out, I wanna see it!"

Y/N slowly pulls back the curtain, arms spread out next to her, "So?"

Klaus is silent, flipping his ridiculous zebra scarf over his shoulder as he studies her. As his gaze settles at her feet, Y/N already knows what's coming.

"Where are the shoes?"

"You know I can't walk in those. I won't be able to take a step out of the changing room."

"Yeah, maybe. But! You won't need to walk when dear old Two sees you. He won't leave your side!"

"But-"

"Do I need to call Alison?" When Y/N simply glares at him in response, he smiles triumphantly, "The shoes, if you may."

Y/N goes back into the changing room in a huff, dropping down heavily onto the bench inside as the curtain swings shut. The boots are long, basically hooked boots, made of a shiny leather like black material.

Not wanting to eat shit the second she tries to walk in them, Y/N took the time to tightly lace up the side of the boots. Once the boots are laced tight enough that her feet don't wobble, Y/N slowly turns in front of the mirror.

"Damn, they really do make the outfit come together," Knowing she was going to get the biggest 'I told you so' ever, Y/N contemplated just taking them off and saying they don't fit.

"Hurry up! At this rate, another apocalypse will start before we even get home," Kalus yelps in pain, having probably been hit by Ben, "What? With our luck, you know it's true."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Y/N slowly pushes they curtain open, doing a small spin at Klaus's request.

"Well?"

"You were right..." Y/N mumbles.

"I'm sorry, I cant hear you." He sings, a wide smile on his face when he sees the growing agitation.

"I said you were right!"

"Danke," Klaus jumps up from his seat, smiling to his left where Ben probably standing, no doubt looking bored as hell, "Now, lets get going, we don't want you to be late to the party now would we?"

"Are you really going to go to that stupid party?" Diego calls, lounging back on the bed as he scrolls through Netflix. Y/N was in the bathroom, meticulously applying her makeup in the mirror, the entire counter top covered in various products.

"It'll be fun! I haven't gone out like thins in a long time, plus, all your sibling will be there."

"An even better reason not to go," He mumbles, and Y/N holds back a laugh, keeping her face as still as possible as she applies the finishing touch to her makeup, gliding the deep red lipstick across her lips.

"Well, are you nearly done," He says, sounds far closer to the door than he was before, "Cuz I need to take a piss-"

Y/N looks at the door in the reflection of the mirror, face warming at Diego's obvious leering. Straightening up, Y/N smooths her hands over the skirt, falling into a cheesy superhero pose. He doesn't even bat an eye at the ridiculous display, eyes travelling down her body.

"How do I look?" Y/N does a quick spin, heels clicking against the ground as she does. The skirt blows up slightly, giving Diego a glimpse of the lacy black panties she has on underneath. She stops the spin facing him, smiling up at him while she waits for his response.

Diego, however, doesn't say anything. Taking a large step to close the distance, his hands reach out to ghost over her waist. His rough fingers slide against the smooth fabric, moving around to press into the small of her back.

"There is no way I'm letting you out of the house looking like that," Diego mutters, leaning down to mouth at her neck. He sucks a mark into her skin, tough smoothing over the abused area before pulling away to take a look at her face.

"Looking like what?" Y/N loops her arms over his shoulder, pulling him tightly against her. Her hands slide up the back of his neck into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp lightly. Diego shiver at the touch, dipping close enough to brush their noses together.

"Looking like every guys wet dream," He whispers, dipping down to close the small distance between them. Y/N can feel he lipstick smeared across their faces with his aggressive kiss, meeting his tongue halfway when it pushes past her lips.

Diego pushes into her until shes backed up into the counter, lower back digging into the side of it uncomfortably. His hands drop down to her legs, wrapping underneath to heft her onto the counter top, makeup being pushed into the sink.

"God, look at you," Diego pulls away, dark red lipstick smeared across his face. Y/N wipes at it with her thumb, though she spreads it around more than she takes it off. His hands travel up her legs to toy with her lacy panties, pulling at them teasingly, "You're even wearing my favourite pair."

Pressing a finger against her clit through the underwear, Diego uses his other hand to push down his sweats enough to free his aching cock. He presses back into her for another kiss, licking into her mouth immediately. His hand not between her legs rest on the counter behind her, using it for leverage as Diego leans further into the kiss.

Y/N pushes her hands up the front of Diego's shirt, letting them guide over taut muscle as she pushes the shirt up and over his head. Once it's off and thrown to the side, Y/N moves to do the same with hers, though Diego's hands quickly shoot out to stop her.

"Leave it on," He mumbles, moving back to her neck to smear lipstick across it as he sucks bruises into her skin. Shooting a quick thanks to Klaus in her head, Y/N cup his face in her hands, directing him back up for a slow, lingering kiss.

"You better give me a good reason for being late to the party, Hargreeves," Y/N breaths, dipping her head down to suck her own marks into his skin.

"If I have it my way, you wont be going to that party at all."

Y/N hums against his skin, one handing moving to tangle into his hair while the other wraps around his cock, "Well, you better get to work then, huh?"

The smirk that graces his lips is dark and sultry, and Y/N feels herself shiver in anticipation. Diego drags her to the edge of the counter so that her ass was nearly on it, flipping the skirt up to reveal her soaked through panties.

Pushing them to the side, he easily slips into her, both letting out strung out moans as he slowly bottoms out.

"You good there?" Diego pulls back slightly, looking down to where they meet with a deep groan.

Y/N slides back slightly, bracing her hands on the smooth counter with a shaky breath, "Yeah, yeah I'm good."

"Good," Diego says, grinding against her with a teasing smirk before he pulls out slowly, thrusting back in even slower, if possible.

He keeps up the tortuously slow pace for a while, watching Y/N chest heave as her hips moving against him on their own accord. Just as Y/N is about to beg for more, he snaps his hips into her, hitting deep as he grinds against her again.

"More, please," Y/N moans, hands abandoning the counter to wrap around his shoulders again, knowing that he was strong enough to keep her up.

Giving her one last teasing grind, Diego slowly pulls out once more, only to set into a nearly bruising pace, pushing and pulling her along the counter with every thrust. The bathroom heats up to an uncomfortable level, skin starting to slick along their skin as they get more worked up, closer and closer to release.

One particularly hard thrust sends Y/N back and into the sink with a squeal, head nearly hitting the mirror behind her. Thankfully Diego is fast enough, yanking her forward before she could make contact.

"Fuck," He pants, pressing the side of his face into her hair, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just back up a bit will you?" She gets a questioning look in response, but he does what she asks, dick glistening when he pulls out of her and takes a step back.

Pushing herself off the counter and onto the ground with a click of her heels, Y/N turns around to lean over the counter, looking over her shoulder to Diego. He's staring down at her ass, barely covered by the tiny skirt. He runs his hand up the back of her leg, palming her ass with one large hand.

"This better?" Y/N asks, though, by the dark look in his eyes, she already knew the answer.

"You might just kill me, bent over like this," His voice is rough, eyes taking her bent form in as he dips a hand between her legs, pressing his fingers into her briefly. She squirms at the tough, thrusting back into them to take them as deep as possible.

They're taken away to be replaced by his cock, and Diego doesn't waste a second to resume the same bruising pace, living Y/N onto the tips of her toes with the force of it.

Her head falls limp, hanging low between her shoulders as she feebly tries to match his thrusts. His hands roam up her sides over the dress, gripping hard at her waist as he continues to pound into her.

"Close, please," Y/N cries, hands curled into fists on the counter. Diego drops his left hand between her legs, fingers swirling over her clit with practised precision, sending Y/N over the edge with a choked off moan that sits high in her throat.

His pace stutters slightly as she clenches around him, though he keeps up the bruising pace as he chases his high. He comes with a drawn-out moan, bottoming inside of her as he does.

They stay there for a moment, breathing heavily in the small room. When strength finally comes back to her limbs, Y/N lifts her head to took at Diego behind her, but stops when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her lipstick had smeared everywhere, mascara smudged under her blissed-out eyes.

"Look at how fucked out you are," Diego mutters, having taken in her appearance as well. He cups his hand on her cheek, tilting her head up to press a deep kiss to her lips, the movement causing him to grind up against where he was still inside of her.

"I look like a mess."

"A hot mess," He counters, earning an elbow to the side in response. He laughs, pulling her body up, so her back was pressed against his chest, "Why don't we get you cleaned up, hmm?'

"We both know that if I let you in that shower with me, it wont be to clean up."

"Is that a no?" Diego says, a hand slipping behind Y/N to grab onto the zipper. He watches her with a knowing smile as she chews on her lip, slowly dragging the zipper down.

"...No."

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves smut #the umbrella academy #Ꮺ. my work #Ꮺ. smut warning #Ꮺ. kinktober

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