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pikmingrubb · 1 year

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Mike x reader x Gustavo,

Tags: Orgasm denial, fingering, name calling, phone sex, bed sex

Word Count: 1,815

“No, come on, just a little more.” Mike’s voice was the clarity in the haze, a thick shroud of sex and sweat. You practically choked down a moan as you resisted the urge to come right then and there, he had been edging for you for what felt like hours. His calm voice leads you through his actions, giving you praise and directions.

His fingers were currently curled into your heat, you had not only soaked his fingers you had completely soaked the bed sheets below you with your slick. Mike enjoyed seeing you leak before him before he even started touching you and watching your cunt pulse on his digits.

You swallowed thickly, eyes trying to stay open and not squeeze shut as he teased your overstimulated sex. His touches were light and made your leg jump from the sensitivity, he cooed gently at you, calling you his good boy. What a good job you’re doing, I know, I know. It’s so hard, and you just wanna get it over with and cum already, right? It made your cheeks flush and your throat close up with a choked moan, trying not to scream at him for not letting you get what you want.

You didn’t even want to know what he’d do if you yelled at him, he’d probably punish you for weeks. Not letting you get within an inch of him if he thought you were perhaps seeking release from him, and no number of tears or puppy dog eyes would budge him. He doesn’t approve of brats, save the rod and spoil the child they say.

“I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” Mike’s voice called back to you, he had momentarily stopped his thrusting, letting you calm down from the heat that coiled so tightly in your stomach.

You just nodded your head drearily, your lungs hiccupped slightly, trying to regain a steady breathing pace. Your body now realized just how cool it was in the room, the sweat sticking to your body acting as a fast coolant to your overheating core, a small shiver traveled up your spine.

Mike’s hand rested gently on your thigh while he sat contently on the edge of the bed, he squeezed your leg comfortingly as he let you rest. Just as Mike was about to ask you a question, his phone inside his pocket rang out, interrupting him.

A groan escaped his lips, he rolled his eyes, irritated that someone would try to interrupt this time with you. Even though he wanted to snap his phone in half, he picked it up and checked the caller ID. His fingers immediately flipped it open and pressed the green call to receive button.

“Yes?” Was all he said, his tone flat, he stared lightly down at you. You stayed utterly quiet, you had to be a good boy for him, which meant staying silent when he was on important phone calls. That didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything, so you instead decided to trace little patterns on his hand that rested on your bare skin. Your fingers traced over every boney bump and freckle you could see, his fingers worn by work and time.

“Of course, he’s here,” Mike said faintly, he shifted slightly on the bed and raised a little eyebrow at you, a silent question as to what you were doing playing with his fingers. You just smiled and twisted your body on your side, hands still holding his one free hand, you cupped it gently and nuzzled your face into his large hand.

“I’m taking care of him, you know I do.” Mike murmured, his voice seeming to drop an octave at that, his inflection of what he meant by ‘take care of’ was well received by the other person on the phone.

A silence filled the room as the faint voice on the other end said something to Mike, their even tone signaled you in on who it was long before anything else. Not to mention, Mike wouldn’t have picked up for anyone else. When big Gustavo Fring calls to make sure his baby is being taken care of, you best answer or pay hell, and he trusted Mike to do just that.

“Of course, you can,” Mike clicked a small button on the corner of the phone keypad and a slight static could be heard via the receiver. You listened closely,

“Are you alright, my dear?” Gustavo’s bright voice called through the dial, your ears perked up lightly, “Yes, sir.” You answered honestly, Mike’s hand had released itself from your grasp and now was brushing gently against your scalp.

“Have you come yet?” His voice sounded as if he was asking someone an interview question, nothing about his tone could be even deemed inappropriate, but the setting sure as hell was. That alone set your loins aflame once again, embarrassment quickly spiking through you. You felt completely put on the spot, not usually did you have the attention of both Gustavo and Mike before you.

“No, sir.” You whined out, you felt the familiar throb coming back, and the urge arise once again. Your legs twitched slightly as Mike ran his hands down your thigh dip and traced down with a ghost of a touch.

“Good, I wanted to hear you as you did anyway,” Gustavo sounded pleased, you could see him folding his hands together at his desk as he spoke into the receiver. You envisioned his belt undone and his cock out in the air throbbing as he awaited your moans to coax him on, you swallowed at the thought.

“I want you to spread your legs and lay back if you’re not already.” Gustavo’s voice commanded through the line, you could hear the faint clank of metal, perhaps his belt being shed. Your eyes widened slightly; you didn’t quite make a move until Mike’s prodding hand gently tipped your body back over onto your back.

You settled back into the sheets and slowly angled your legs outward, exposing your slick again core to the chill air, your breathing quickened slightly as Mike awaited along with you for orders. His fingers rested in the dip of your hip, gently tracing the outer hip bone.

“Good,” He appraised without eyes, “Now, Mike, I want you to begin by inserting three fingers in him. Gently, rub the outer wall and his g-spot.” He commanded; his tone as graceful as ever. Mike did as he was told, his fingers wiped through your slick before entering you, feeling up your sensitive inner wall, and pressing just where it made you see stars.

With how much slick you had, you both could hear the salacious noises coming from your nethers as he stretched you out. You let out a low guttural whine, making sure it was loud enough for Gustavo to hear.

The entire time Mike was watching you with interest, slowly encouraging your orgasm to swell up once again, he himself looked a little heated. You could see the tent in his pants, his lips were slightly parted as he continued fingering your greedy cunt. He wanted nothing more than to feel you on top of him.

“Faster, don’t you dare hold your moans back, (Y/n).” Gustavo cut in, you could hear the slight ruffling of fabric, Gustavo’s hand was clenched around the base of his cock, precum dripped down the front as he quickly wiped it over his head, making his cock glisten.

Mike sped up, your legs instinctively raised, trying to pull away from his quick movements as overstimulation became a little much. You let out a choked cry as Mike double-downed, not allowing your hips to wiggle away.

“Oh, fuck, it’s too much, Gus!” You cried begging for mercy towards the black phone lying on the bed.

“Shhhh, shhhhh, it’s alright, work through it,” Mike said gently, his hand had grabbed your leg holding it in place so you couldn’t kick as his other hand continued to thumb over your engorged cock. Fingers still inside you pressing rapidly against your g-spot.

“Don’t stop, Mike.” Gustavo breathed out, for the first time you could hear the break in his voice, he sounded slightly winded. He sounded like he was getting closer as he kept hearing the noises of your pleas through the receiver, and the wetness of your cunt around Mike’s fingers.

At this point Mike was completely over you, one hand vigorously jerking you off and the other holding your thigh towards your chest, stretching you out deliciously. You were sobbing at this point just wanting release, Mike just kept repeating comforting phrases, good boy. That’s it, just a little longer, oh you should see him, Gustavo. Begging like a whore for your cock.

“(Y/n)” Gustavo’s voice was tight and demanding, your attention barely holding on to pay attention to the phone, you let out a little cry in an attempt to let him know you heard him.

“Cum for me, cry out my name, and cum like the little whore you are,” Gustavo commanded with a sharp inhale in his voice, Mike was knuckle deep as he messaged your cock, everything flooded at once.

“Ngh!....fuck…GUSTAVO!” You could barely cry out; your orgasm shook your body as you clenched around Mike’s knuckles tightly. Your body switched and shook, trying to rid yourself of the shocks. He continued to drive you through your orgasm, giving unintelligible praise and words. Your eyes were closed as you felt tiredness sweep over you like a blanket, exhausted and completely fucked out of your mind.

You could hear a gasp that came from Gustavo’s end, he came at the same time, thick ropes covering his hands as he came messily on himself thinking of you. Labored breathing could be heard from both sides.

“ Good , boy.” Gustavo’s tired voice chimed in through Mike’s phone, Mike just let out a sigh as he gently released from you, allowing your body to unbend and his fingers slid out from your cunt. Instinctively, he left the bed and grabbed a clean rag from the bathroom to clean you up. He wiped his hands free from your juices and gently wiped between your legs, clearing you of the majority of slick and mess he had made.

You gently thanked him as you could barely move, normally you’d immediately take a shower, but you were completely wiped, and it was gonna have to wait until later. Right now, you were drifting in and out of reality, at some point you didn’t even realize Mike had taken the phone and you could hear the faint voices of Mike explaining you were currently barely cognizant.

You just gently closed your eyes as you felt Mike pull the cover over your naked body, his hand brushing back a few strands of hair as he bid you goodnight.

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fic-heaven · 1 year

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Apple pie flavoured.

[Gus x reader] (NSFW! Drabble)🐻

Call of duty Modern Warfare 2

Masterlist

Part 2.

Chickie 🐥: I literally didn't have the strength to edit this. Please don't be an ass my English isn't good, I'm not even good with my own language LMAO. Also idk why I did this, i guess I was just very horny.

WE NEED MORE GUS CONTENT 🐻🧸🇨🇷

Characters: Soap, Price, Gus and random background characters.

Tags: strangers to cuddle buddies(?), slight hair pulling, gagging, rough sex, quickie, semi public, slight size kink, no lube but it turned out surprisingly okay, on fours, riding, not fully stripping, no protection, brief aftercare, Gus being a dork.

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"He's staring again," Soap whispered.

You looked to the right side of the other table. Your hungry comrades were stuffing their guts with apple pie, a special treat from Price after a mission well done. Right amongst them a soldier with a black beret was facing down his plate, he didn't even touch his portion but was holding his fork firmly, his eyes were fixed on you.

He looked at you like you were prey and that slightly amused you since you were part of the 141 and every other soldier would not dare hold such an intense stare... But there was something else... Something hidden in those brown eyes, you held his stare as you chugged your water bottle. He finally picked a piece of his meal and put it in his mouth slowly chewing on it, savouring the tasty treat and later make a show of licking his lower lip sensually just for you.

Oh god...

You squeezed your thighs together under the table, he seemed to notice because one side of his moustache lifted into an amused crocked smile. Soon a fellow soldier snapped him out of the trance initiating conversation.

You bit down a smile of your own and Soap gawked at the whole interaction.

"What the hell was that, lass?" You ignored him "You wouldn't-" "I would. I will..." You interrupted him. The Scott chuckled and shook his head "Damn (y/n), who knew you'd have a freaky side?"

Regret clouded your head, you wanted to slap yourself for opening up a little too much to Soap about your sexual life hours prior, specially about mentioning how needy you have been feeling lately... You said it was just hormones but he made a point saying that basically living inside a base filled with men, most of them bloody attractive, didn't help at all. Shut up John...

You shoved a piece of pie to his mouth and followed his chuckle with one of your own "To your information, i am as capable of rizzing anyone as any of you lot~" As soon as you said that your eyes waltzed to the eye candy of a man from the other table, he was returning the stare a millisecond later like he already knew you'd look.

He seemed a little more determined to make a move this time. You gave him a little nod, he returned it, lifted a brow and tilted his head to the side pointing at the exit on the hall. Right to the point, huh?

Message received.

You wiped your mouth and dropped the napkin to your plate abruptly standing up and carrying it to the trashcan. Soap snorted and the others' questions to where you were going or quick goodbyes were ignored completely, your attention fully focused on the now grinning Puerto Rican guy whose eyes never left your form as you moved through the room.

You could already feel your arousal at the feeling of anticipation for what's to come.

The door of the cafeteria closed as you walked through the hall but you heard it reopen just when you reached the ladies bathroom's door. You smirked.

Walking in, you were facing the wall, the door casually opened and closed behind and seconds later it opened and closed once more.

You turned around, the smirk in your face never fading, and saw the tanned man staring down at you seemingly casual about the whole thing, his face expression looked relaxed but a focused gaze on you failed to hide his giddiness. His arms stayed behind his back, palms pressed against the closed door as to remark there was no scape.

My, my~

God you didn't even know his name, how exciting! You felt like a horny teenager again.

When he took a step closer eyes filled with desire, you stomped towards him. He seemed a little startled at the sudden movement but smiled and tilted his head downwards when you were inches away, noses and foreheads pressed against each other. He drowned in your eyes and you did the same.

How curious... His eyes looked like a dark brown a second ago, but now from this distance you could see the honey color in them, like liquid gold. It made a gorgeous contrast with his brown skin, you felt like staring at them forever.

His hands went to your waist breaking the spell and you moved yours to cup his cheeks, his stubble tickled your palms, your breaths mixed... What was on his mind right now? What was on YOURS? You licked your lips.

Hunger.

You didn't even finish the bloody pie. But honestly you wanted to sink your fangs into him, not the food.

There was a second of hesitation.

He blinked and so did you, his lips parted and so did yours.

Soon your mouths moulded together in a passionate kiss, his moustache tickled your face deliciously just like his hands as they roamed your body never going further down your lower back (ever the gentleman considering the situation...). His smell was intoxicating, a masculine cologne with such a fresh and sugary hint, it made you feel like you were floating.

And his lips... He tasted delicious, the apple pie worked it's magic quickly making you addicted to his taste, those soft and plump lips of his pressed against yours more firmly as you walked backwards to one of the cubicles. His hot tongue melded with yours in a sensual dance that caused drool to scape your lips, neither of you cared... In fact, you started to like the mess so much you begun sucking on his tongue vigorously making him drop gutural growls and pants.

God, this man....

His hands ever so carefully guide you inside the cubicle you picked, you squeezed his arm hinting him to turn around never breaking the kiss that right now was just a mess of tongues and teeth.

You squirmed a little trying to blindly lock the door. He was getting you so riled up you couldn't even find the bloody lock so with a groan and a muttered apology you gave him a quick peck to his open panting mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, and turned around to work the fucking door closed.

When you turned to him you took a chance to inspect the nameless soldier,

His half lidded eyes hid certain nervousness, a soft blush adorned his dark skin, his gorgeous lips were puffy and red form the delicious makeout session you just had, he was half seated on the toilet but slowly rose to a more straighten stance as he recovered his breath, one of his big hands discreetly covered the forming bulge from his pants playing it as if he was fixing his attire. There was a slight aura of innocence and shyness that broke through his silent, tough guy facade and you felt yourself salivating from more holes than one, you couldn't deny... The man already looked more appetizing than Price's apple pie.

...He looked... So bloody gorgeous... Specially when he took his beret off putting it to the side, and dark wavy hair cascaded off of it like a river of obsidian. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his curly locks wondering what other sounds he would please you ears with if you pulled hard enough.

He was looking at you, analyzing you, taking you in. He looked shy, the remnants of the determined looking man from before seemed to have faded the moment you hid yourselves from the world inside one white cubicle of the ladies' bathroom. Now he seemed to be the prey and you the hunter blocking the only scape he had just like he did when he walked in.

The suddenly nervous Costa Rican gulped and slowly lifted his hand hesitantly, to all the places you expected him to touch you right now he decided to palm your left breast through your uniform.

His eyes widened, you looked up at him in question, he seemed to panic a little.

Is he okay? Has he ever touched a woman before?

"Hi." You whispered.

"Hello-" he whispered back.

"Your hand's on my tit." The whispering game continued.

He snatches his hand back. You grab it and put it back over your breast. His hand is softer than it looks, and now it's sweaty over your perky nipple.

"Have you ever done this before?" You say with a soft smile calming your own nerves knowing it'll only make him even more nervous. He was so damn adorable you couldn't believe this was real and not a fever dream product of your captain's magical apple pie...

He was blushing like a schoolboy but you didn't dare push it, the last thing you wanted was to scare him off and he already looked like a shaking leaf. His lower lip pouted a little through his groomed moustache as he took your words in, shook his head and answered rather quick.

"i mean Si-... Yes! I just- yeah... Pasó mucho tiempo. Long time...." He nodded, his accent thick. Apparently it's been a while since he had done this as well, you realized you two were in the same page.

A light chuckle scaped your lips and he smiled softly, he didn't take offense on your laughter, infact his shoulders seemed to relax the slightest, maybe realizing the same thing you did.

The silence returned but it was a warm one, his soft expression soon hid light dominance, the same one he had when he entered the bathroom searching for you. This is what he needed, the confort of knowing that, as casual as all of this encounter was, you still both were strangers but were willing to understand one another and make sure you were confortable through this whole thing. You needed this as well, as cocky as you turned out to be with Soap... It's been a long time...

His hand palmed your breast a little more firmly his other hand soon traveled to your bottom, one of your hands pressed his firmer to take a good handful of your ass before wrapping your arms around his neck. Your breaths hitched when he pressed himself to you, the door lightly shook at the push of two bodies colliding against it.

That's when you felt it. Your right hand traveled downwards to palm his achingly hard cock, you couldn't help the gasp you made when you felt his size... You saw a fraction of his cocky smile before he lowered his mouth to attack your neck with kisses, small bites and hard drags of his tongue. His fingers pinched your hardening nipple and his other hand quickly occupied itself pressing your ass against his pelvis.

Your soft moans were music to his ears as he dragged his clothed erection slowly but painfully hard against your wet pussy. You welcomed the delightful pain. Your fingers dig into his jacket trying to press him closer desperate to jump to the main event before someone entered the fucking bathroom.

Both of his hands were now on your ass slowly lifting you until you wrapped your legs around his waist. The handsome soldier started rocking your bodies into an exquisite slow dance, both of your genitalia weeping and swollen from the friction made your clothes feel sticky and annoying.

Your lips kissed once more, this time slower almost romantically and to the rhythm of your joined teasing thrusts, soon the friction created was so fucking and your muffled meowls were getting so addicting he couldn't help but slightly increase the pace.

The feeling of your wet panties sticking through your pants turned to be much more annoying than before, but he was a greedy soldier. He wasn't going to let you jump to the main course so quickly... He wanted to savour you a little longer, so he distracted your annoyance by harshly bouncing your ass a little faster, his cock crushing your clit juuuust the way you needed and just when you were about to moan shamelessly much louder than before, he stuffed your mouth with his tongue almost making you gag at the sudden intrusion, Oh my...

Your tongue fought for dominance against his, a fight so messy the lower half of your faces again turned sticky and wet of your joined saliva. The sounds of your open mouthed moans and gags everytime one of you got a little excited with their tongue filled the quiet bathroom.

His thrusts were getting painful for both of you a shared bitten hiss at the feeling of your clothes biting on your heated skin. You both looked into each other's eyes, the raven haired man gave you a determinated look that was met with an affirmative smile from your side.

You were positively surprised by how well you two communicated without even saying a word. You were thankful to have picked this soldier for your little adventure.

"Cariño..." He whispered, his sweet as honey voice was melting your heart.

"I'm a little big... We'll have to work on stretching you out..." Why were you two even whispering? Could anyone even hear you? Still, it felt nice, more intimate.

"How big are we talking, handsome? Should I worry?" You joked and he smiled bashfully.

Then his eyes looked down at his pants as the belt clank when he undid it, you unwrapped yourself from him and gave him some space to work on his pants, he still stepped back to you never wanting to lose any short of physical contact. One hand held your waist, another slowly moved down the higher part of his pants and boxers.

A happy trail of dark curly hairs decorated the visible skin, and as if time had slowed down his hand moved to pull out his dick and the fucking sound it made as his erection flicked up hitting his stomach made you audibly gasp.

He wasn't monstrously large but that... Scratch that, he was. This has to be one of the thickest and longest cocks you have ever seen out of screen.

He was easily... What? Ten inches large? And his girth was impressive as well. You contemplated on measuring it with your forearm but fought the urge to do it.

His charming chuckle broke your shock "You okay there?"

Are you kidding me? No? You felt intimidated... And intrigued... And your pussy was stretching around absolutely nothing and it was infuriating.

Your hands wrapped around it and have him a few teasing pumps, he hummed and parted his lips, desire was evident when a few droplets of precum met your finger pads.

"Trust me, i am more than ready." You didn't sound very convinced. He raised a brow with a worried expression but took your word for it.

"Alright, come. Set the pace." He sat on the toilet, his hands now working on your pants eagerly. You both couldn't have one more second of foreplay... The tension was heavy and so were your arousals.

You kicked your pants off and your panties soon followed, he took them from you and placed them inside his pocket, you didn't give enough of a flying fuck to comment on it. The only thought you had was sitting on that rock hard worryingly enormous dick.

Both of your legs went to each of his sides, he guided your hips down slowly and you supported yourself placing both hands on his shoulders. Your noses touched and breaths mixed as the head of his dick missed your hole and rubbed your clit instead. You gave it a teasing roll of your hips but soon lifted yourself and sank to trap the head between your lips.

His fingers dig into your skin. "Slow... Slow, preciosa" you kissed his stupidly adorable moustache and his lips keeping them still and pressed against him as you slowly sank your hips down to him. Your greedy hole sucked his cock in and damn... He was thick alright. He whimpered a little and you bit down your moan when his cock kept slowly sliding in.

You had to bite his shoulder or else you'd moan loudly in complete delight, his member never seemed to fucking end until you felt it bottom out. Your insides felt so full and his pubic hair tickled your skin, it was so much... Your eyes met, he was panting with his mouth completely opened.

You dared a look down and he did the same, a little gasp at the view made him smile in pride at the sight of your tiny pussy swallowing greedily his thick cock, the base completely flushed against you and a bulge in your lower tummy he gently touched.

"Look how nicely you took me, my good girl... Are you ready for me? Are you ready for daddy's big fat cock to rearrange your insides?"

You were already so high on each other you let out the most cock-drunk giggle you could muster only adding to his arousal. You felt his dick twitch inside of you when you moved to press yourself firmer against him, tits flushed to his chest and mouths kissing roughly and messily feeling the delicious sting of his facial hair pinching your lower face, but that ache and the one on your cervix was welcomed and muted by your growing arousal.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and moved your hips. To hell with letting you set the pace, your tiny little pussy and addicting tongue were driving him mad. He needed you. NOW.

He snapped his hips upwards making you yelp, the pain sink into your insides but you didn't care, you sat harshly against his cock, your tits bounced under your shirt with every harsh bounce on his lap. His patience grew thin the higher your pain-pleasured meowls got, your hips kept a harsh steady pace. He guided your hips with his hands to press his dick a little deeper kissing the entrance of your cervix harshly, you whined and winced but whispered to his ear your need.

He growled loudly the moment you whispered for him to take you right there.

His body caged you against the door once more, your legs wrapped around him again, you feared the bloody door would fall off and he seemed to think the exact same thing when he gently moved out of your pussy, turned you around and had you recline a little.

"Ass up baby girl... That's it."

Your ass wiggled a little at the harsh slap he landed on each cheek with a charming laughter, he was loving every part of your body he could see without clothing so far. He slapped your weeping entrance with his heavy cock and entered you much more easily than before.

You didn't hide your mutual moans of relief when he bottomed inside of you and instantly started snapping his hips against your ass, both of his hands went back to your hips to guide you to meet his needy thrusts. His bulky form soon lowered to your slightly bended body, you felt his chest against your back, your tits getting massaged by his big hands and his lips nipping at your neck.

His balls slapped against your ass when his angle slightly changed hitting a particular spongy spot that had your eyes rolling back “Ah-nh! Fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes-” The mewling whine that pulls from your throat quickly fades to a continuous stream of moans and whimpers, his ministrations ushering you out of your mind as you rapidly ascend the heights.

His panting turned into more vocal growls and grunts and he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

The feeling of his massive cock stretching your pussy like this and his big heavy balls moving against you promising a sweet heavy load reserved just for you, made difficult to give a fuck about the noise you two were making. So you went with it and said fuck it all.

"Mark me, daddy. Fuck me like you mean it... Fuck this little pussy-" he interrupted your sentence loudly growling next to your ear, drunken of desire and sex.

His hips pistoned against yours so hard you had to bite down your screams. He fucked you hard and mercilessly, like your pussy was a stuck cabinet that wouldn't bug to close properly.

The entire cubicle shook with the brute force of this man's thrusts, at this point you were surprised your choked moans and yelps along his loud pants, growls and grunts didn't alert anyone that walked near the bathroom. Who cares?

You swore you could feel his balls pulsating as he fucked you dumb against the wall, his nails dig into your flesh adding to your pleasure, hopefully he would leave them marked so you could remember your little adventure. Your orgasm was approaching, the bubble growing impossibly big and about to burst. He could feel his end was nearing as well.

Your sinful moans got louder by the minute. That was until-

The door of the bathroom swings open, a small chattering group entering your improvised love nest.

He yanks your hair back and covers your mouth with his open palm, his teeth sunk into your shoulder breaking skin and drawing droplets of blood when the bubble completely exploded into a shaking orgasm, your eyes rolled back and you two came hard against each other. His love juices coated your walls, his balls emptying inside of you.

The voices of the ladies that chatted clueless of what was happening a few feet away from them continued, but your ears barely picked any noise at all. Your thighs shook violently and your pussy strangled the soldier's dick, his balls got completely milked and he hissed.

The feeling of his softening dick dragging away from your pussy made you shudder, you panted as quietly as possible when you felt him move away from you. You internally whined at the loss of contact.

He quickly reached back for the paper roll laying on the side and cleaned you gently. His mouth was back on you, his lips pressing softly down your wounded shoulder licking the little stains of blood, one of his hands massaged your swollen pussy lips as the other swiped the river of cum that cascaded from your abused pussy. You lifted your head slightly to the side and smiled back at him, he gave you the sweetest smile of his own.

Once cleaned, you put back your clothes as quietly as you could when you felt him hold you against him in a warm embrace. His nose dragged along your neck basking in your scent mixed with his, you ran your hands through his sweaty locks and just when he was about to passionately kiss you he stopped to listen-

"Yeah well he better be back. He's on cleaning duty."

"Who?"

"Who's gonna be? Gustavo fucking Rodriguez. Price is already fuming... I wonder what his next punishment will be when the captain sees he's missing."

Gustavo Rodriguez? That's his name?

Well that's one way to find out.

Gus' widened eyes almost made you crackle up, he looked like a looney toon about to explode from the building anxiety of a promised scenario of one angry Price scolding him like a child who skipped curfew.

"I'm so sorry... I gotta get out of here or the Capitan will surely have my head on a stick-" he whispered alarmed.

You hushed him with a kiss, both palms squishing his puffy cheeks, and nuzzled his nose with yours lovingly. He instantly melted at your loving gesture but focused on your finger when you pointed up at the top window in the corner.

A clear scape from an awkward encounter with the gossiping ladies.

"Think you can fit there?" You whispered smirking at the image of the bulky man crawling through the small window.

"I've entered tighter holes." Gus winked and you playfully punched his shoulder.

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gravesphillip · 1 year

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gustavo "gus" rodriguez

! nsfw under cut

semi-somnophilla warning !

ignore any grammar/spelling errors lol

you felt dizzy with the desire to sleep, fading in and out within the matter of seconds. your heavy lidded eyes slowly blinking as your vision blurs more and more.

voice giving out, quieter and quieter each noise. your head phasing out from reality and quickly becoming rushed over from exhaustion. beginning to slump over, your torso shivers from the sudden palms invading it.

they glide up your sides, making way to your breasts. your mouth opening into a small O shape, too tired to make another sound. your head finally meets a shoulder, opening your glossy eyes to a black stubble and a well maintained mustache.

completely forgetting about him, quickly running your hands down from his chest, you were just so burnt out. gaining strength to lean back up and look into his eyes- gustavos beautiful brown eyes.

your heart fluttered, pushing down on his lap further than you once were. fuck.. the sounds he made were so hot, his soft pants gus made when you grind down. one of gus hands swiftly met your hip, grasping it with the rest of his remaining strength.

"ride, you can do it, ride my dick.."

guiding you, very gently rocking back and forth inside you. pushing towards you to align his lips with yours, the kiss was passionate and full of desire as you felt his tongue intrude into your mouth.

both your hands began to tangle into his curly black hair, embracing him fully. breaking the kiss seconds later with saliva stringing off. "don't make me do this, im so tireddd." an awful attempt at whining for what you want.

"you can do it, come on." his breath labored, huffing for a breath. his hips under your ass thrusted up, following with a slow fall back down. considering how sensitive you were in that moment, your hands grasped his hair– thats now on the back of his neck– even tighter.

gus pace continued at a slow pace, considering the position you're in, almost immediately reaching your cervix. him rubbing into it was an uncomfortable pleasure. making you squirm above him, moving your hands to his fuzzy bare chest.

surprisingly, his whines were much louder and way more persistent than yours. his thumb twirled around your nipple while maintaining a tough grip around your aching hip. gaining the power to move, your torso whirled in a circular movement.

wet noises echoed in the bedroom everytime he met your reddened ass. his thrusts were rough and slow, at one point causing you to pat his shoulder from it being too much. gus slid his hand from your hip to his cock half way in you before sliding out completely, settling a few slaps to your damp clit with it.

"i wanna finish like this, love." easily gliding against your slick as you approached quickly. your swollen throbbed against him, aching for more each time. maintaining eye contact, noticing gus bite his lip while his eyebrows furrowed. sighing, both of you had came over eachother.

running your finger down your cunt, rubbing some into you while the rest remained on your lower stomach. "you're so damn pretty like this.."

gus wiped you off before rubbing them onto your plump lips, which you gladly licked off. he slid you off of him and held you next to him while stroking your arm gently, quickly drifting to sleep.

#mw2 smut #modern warfare 2 #smut #cod mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare smut #gus #gustavo #gustavo rodriguez

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thebiggestnope · 2 years

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Bunkbeds After Dark

Summer Camp AU Drabble. NSFT. Minors Scram. CW: Male masturbation Elena belongs to @prophetic-hijinks. Gus, Hernando, and Paola belong to @rinnysega. Javi belongs to @sionnaach. Check out all the Summer Camp AU (and other unhinged AU content) on @splat-precipice

Bruno couldn’t sleep. Judging by how long he’d been lying awake, staring into the darkness in his cabin, it must be about one in the morning. One thing that was nice about being this deep in the woods was how little light came in through the windows this far from civilization. The two sets of bunk beds in the room were awash in twinkling starlight. If Bruno hadn’t been so distracted, he might think it was pretty.

But Bruno’s mind was on other things. Summer camp was already a challenging place for maintaining wholesome thoughts – you couldn’t put that many people in short shorts and expect everyone to keep a clear head – but Bruno was struggling particularly hard tonight. Emphasis on the hard: Earlier that day, he’d knocked Elena into the lake, and he’d been treated to a view of her white t-shirt clinging to her spectacular breasts as she’d emerged from the water. The image was burned into his mind, and now he was having an awful lot of trouble getting his erection to subside long enough for him to fall asleep.

He tossed and turned in frustration. He’d been doing his best to avoid masturbating in the cabin. With three roommates, it was perhaps the least private place for him to take care of himself in the entire camp. Even the mess hall was reliably empty for several hours a day. Besides, given how busy Paola and Hernando were keeping him in the boathouse, he was usually getting his needs attended to.

But as he thought again of Elena’s purple bikini top revealing itself through her soaked shirt, he knew it couldn’t be helped. Listening carefully to the sounds of his bunkmates snoring, he wriggled his way out of his sleep shorts, turned so he was face down, and positioned a pillow under his hips. He made an indentation in the soft material so that it would nestle around his cock as he thrust into it, and already the friction felt incredible on his sensitive skin. He needed to come so badly. This was fine, right? He’d be quiet and quick and he’d be very careful not to wake Gus, who was asleep in the bunk below him.

He took hold of the edge of the mattress, closed his eyes, and got to work.

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Gus awoke from dreaming that he was at sea.

He’d been imagining a gentle rocking of waves lapping against a boat as he lay in the hull, peacefully looking out at the mountains across the water.

But while the view of the mountains evaporated as he regained consciousness, the rocking feeling didn’t. Gus realized that the bunk was swaying. He briefly wondered if it was an earthquake, but he was pretty sure that earthquakes didn’t come with quite so much heavy breathing. Somewhere above him, he heard Bruno taking quick, labored breaths, and Gus realized what was happening.

What the fuck. Gus was annoyed. He had to wake up early to coach a soccer game, and now he had to miss out on his precious sleep so his annoying roommate could get himself off. Wasn’t Bruno getting enough action as it was? Everyone knew about him and his trips to the boathouse. This was so inconsiderate of him. Just like a spoiled rich kid not to think about the other people in the cabin. Gus lifted his leg, readying himself to give a powerful soccer kick to the mattress above him, when he heard Bruno let out a soft whimper into the darkness.

Gus paused. Hmm. That noise… did something to him. There was something undeniably hot about that snooty nerd being so horny, so desperate, that he was up there making the whole bunkbed oscillate in rhythm with his need.

He thought about Bruno parading around camp in his little shorts, his long, slender legs on display, and Gus could feel himself getting turned on picturing Bruno moving above him. Gus realized that, ya know what? He could be convinced to join in.

He heard another ragged exhale from above him, and Gus considered himself fully convinced.

Gus pulled down his pajama pants, took himself in hand, and started to stroke.

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The images in Bruno’s brain were coming at him fast: Elena pulling her t-shirt off and letting him glimpse at all the skin underneath. Hernando holding him steady in his big arms. Paola’s thick thighs on either side of his face. Gus running across the soccer field, sweaty in his jersey. He gripped the sheets, rutting harder into his pillow. Just a few more moments…

He paused to listen, to doublecheck that everyone was still asleep before he let himself fuck his pillow to his finish, and realized that he no longer heard Gus’s rhythmic breathing below him.

Gus, to his horror, was awake.

Had Gus heard him? Was he caught? Bruno didn’t think he’d be able to stop. He needed release so badly, and if he had to stop now there was no way he’d ever get to sleep. He laid on his stomach, biting his lip, trying to still his breathing long enough to figure out what to do next.

Then he heard a slick, rhythmic skin-on-skin sound and a faint, almost imperceptible grunt in Gustavo’s voice, and Bruno almost blacked out. Was Gus – was Gus doing the same thing?

He pictured the slice of Gus’s abs the camp always got to see when Gus lifted the hem of his soccer jersey to wipe his brow, and pictured the way Gus’s bulge would swing when he ran. Bruno resumed his thrusting.

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Gus’s soft grunts of encouragement to Bruno could be, if anyone asked, just noises he was making while he dreamed. None of this was actually happening. None of it counted. He was just… doing stuff in his sleep. He thought about Bruno above him and tugged his foreskin in time with the sway of the bedframe. What was he doing up there that made the bed move so damn much? He pictured Bruno’s slim hips twitching hard enough to move Gus below him, pictured what Bruno’s face must look like right now. The pace was picking up; Bruno must be getting closer. Maybe his cheeks were red. Maybe he was biting his lip.

Gus let other images flare through his head. He pictured Viv’s lovely, broad shoulders and thought about what she would look like bent over and moaning his name on the dining room table in the mess hall. He thought about Adriana’s muscular legs and pictured her pushing him backwards into a canoe, demonstrating just how good she was with the rope they used to tie the vessels to the pier. He thought about –

He thought about getting caught, as Javi’s snoring abruptly stopped, and both he and Bruno froze.

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Bruno couldn’t take it anymore. He was so close. If Javi woke up, he’d have to go on a midnight stroll and finish himself off under the starlight. Hell, maybe Gus would come with him. Bruno’s cock throbbed at the thought, which didn’t help the aching, undeniable need pulsing through Bruno’s entire body.

It also didn’t help that he could hear Gus’s heated inhales and exhales below him, as Gus struggled to cool himself and stay quiet. Bruno surmised that Gus must be pretty close too, and the thought made him rock his hips involuntarily into the pillow, creating a small tremor in the bedframe that, if Bruno heard right, made Gus breath harder into the darkness.

They both lay there paralyzed, on the verge of coming, silently praying for Javi’s snores to begin again. When they did, Bruno thanked god and anyone else who might be listening – which, hopefully, was only Gus – and bucked hard into the soft fabric of his pillowcase, his eyes rolling back into his head as he began to spurt. He ground all his weight downward as he came into the depression he’d made in the pillow and finally got the release he so desperately needed.

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Gus swayed with the motion of Bruno’s orgasm, Bruno all but shouting at him the exact speed and rhythm he liked when he came. Gaining that secret knowledge would have been enough to push Gus off the precipice had he not already been struggling to keep himself from tumbling off of it. He’d been so close when Javi had stopped snoring that he’d only managed to keep his orgasm at bay by biting his lip hard enough to taste blood. He’d nearly groaned in relief when Javi seemed fully asleep again, and the moment Javi had snored again he’d pumped himself hard and let cum dribble over his fist. Normally he would have grabbed a sock or something to catch his seed, but he was too far gone, too afraid of risking another close call with making the mattresses creak anymore than it already was.

Gus caught his breath, and knew Bruno was doing the same above him. He tugged his shirt off and used it to wipe himself clean. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to tease Bruno with a view of him waking up shirtless in the morning. Either way, he looked forward to meeting Bruno’s eye on the soccer field tomorrow, and wondered if he’d be treated to more dreams of swaying ships. After all, it was still early in the summer, and Gus was a light sleeper.

#summer camp au #bruno madrigal smut #gustavo oc #gus oc #javi oc #bruno x oc smut #bruno x gus smut

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amethvysts · 28 days

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DULCE, TAN DULCE — B. POLIDORI.

𖥻 sumário: sua primeira vez com seu namorado, blas. 𖥻 avisos: conteúdo +18! não foi revisado (nunca reviso pq we die like real men here)

💭 nota da autora: baseado em dois pedidos que recebi sobre o blas, escrevi isso aqui. inspirado no rei do sexo, gustavo cerati, o título é de canción animal hihi tá curtinho, mas até que não achei tão ruim. de certa forma, é meu primeiro drabble de smut, então, adoraria ouvir a opinião de vocês! espero que gostem! ♡

"Você tem que respirar, bebita," o lembrete do seu namorado vem acompanhado de uma risadinha, abafada pela pele da sua bochecha, por fazer questão de murmurar contra a sua pele. A trilha de beijinhos molhados é esquecida quando você se arrepia da cabeça aos pés, soltando a respiração que nem percebeu segurar junto de um gemido um tanto extasiado. "A gente mal começou e você já tá assim?".

A provocação é respondida quando você, propositalmente, aperta o pau dele dentro de você, fazendo com que Blas quase engasgue com as próprias palavras, deixando um gemido atordoado escapar do fundo da garganta. O encara com uma sobrancelha arqueada, como se o desafiasse a dizer qualquer outra gracinha.

É quando ele se afunda completamente dentro de você, te tocando fundo, mas tão fundo, que você é atingida pela certeza que o sentirá até o dia seguinte. As mãos seguram as suas coxas, empurrando-as contra o seu peito e o ângulo te ajuda a sentir cada centímetro dele. É viciante, entorpecedor, e você se pergunta porque levaram tanto tempo para fazer isso; não que fosse capaz de pensar a fundo sobre a questão, pelo menos, não quando o sente sair de dentro de você só para meter até o final de novo, se enterrando. Os suspiros e gemidos saem como uma sinfonia, acompanhando o ritmo lento das estocadas de Blas.

As mãos te apertam, te trazem para perto e te deixam colada as coxas dele, e os barulhos da sua buceta parecem deixar o ato ainda mais gostoso. Sente o peito esquentar e você precisa batalhar contra a própria vontade de fechar os olhos de prazer, só porque não quer perder a chance de continuar observando as feições de seu namorado, que parece cada vez mais entregue aos seus movimentos e a sensação de ser engolido por você, tão quente e necessitada. Os longos dedos caminham pela pele da sua coxa, caminhando pela pele úmida, subindo pela sua barriga e acariciando um de seus peitos, só por um tempinho, até ele segurar seu queixo.

O tronco de Blas se inclina mais uma vez sobre o seu, os lábios pairando sobre os teus e as arfadas quentes de ar que escapam da boca dele te fazem choramingar, as sobrancelhas franzindo com força enquanto o encara por entre os cílios.

"Tão gostosa, nena," ele elogia, gemendo contra sua boca, ainda sem a beijar. Entre suspiros, os quadris dele se chocam contra os seus e, olhando para baixo, você percebe que as coxas dele estão ficando vermelhas pelo atrito. Blas percebe o seu olhar, e por mais que sinta falta de te ter o encarando com tanta admiração, sente a necessidade de implicar, "Tá vendo como você tá me engolindo?"

O jeito que a palavra sai dos lábios dele é imunda, e te tem gemendo que nem uma idiota por baixo dele. A visão, combinada com a sensação dele te fodendo, e os sons tão sujos que vocês criam juntos é o suficiente para te ter se contorcendo e ofegando. E também é todo o combustível que o Blas precisa para te deixar pior. O próprio prazer fica no passado quando ele vê os seus olhinhos revirando, e a única coisa que ele consegue pensar é que precisa te fazer gozar no pau dele. Torna-se uma necessidade te arruinar daquele jeito, ver seu corpo tremendo e as costas arqueando por causa dele.

Não que ele seja de ferro, porque toda vez que sua mão, esperta, puxa os fios cacheados ou quando você se contrai em volta dele, Blas tem que afastar o rosto do seu, só para respirar um pouco. Os dentes mordem o lábio inferior, a testa se franze e os olhos castanhos reviram, e os gemidos reverberam pelo quarto, tão carentes quanto os seus. E é em uma dessas em que seu namorado deixa a correntinha de prata que usa bater contra o seu queixo, conduzido pelo compasso das estocadas.

Mais pela irritação de ter o acessório esbarrando em seu rosto toda hora, você se distrai ao capturá-lo entre seus dentes, segurando-o em sua boca e encobrindo os seus gemidos chorosos. Atento a todas as suas reações, mesmo que aparente estar envolvido no próprio prazer, Blas abaixa os olhos, curioso para descobrir porque você parou de soltar seus sonzinhos tão deliciosos. Surpreso, mas muito contente pela descoberta, o seu namorado não consegue esconder o quanto a visão o encheu de tesão. Ele ri, um tanto incrédulo, e te faz sorrir, também, ainda segurando a correntinha entre os dentes; e você pode jurar que consegue sentir o pau dele contraindo dentro de você. O sorriso de safada entrega que você sabe exatamente o que está fazendo com ele. E Blas não pensa duas vezes antes de colocar a mão na sua bochecha, te provocando com um tapinha de leve.

"O que que eu faço com você, hein?"

#⋆ ࣪. amethvysts ۫ ⁎#queremos blas condescendente e fofo ao mesmo tempo !#blas polidori #lsdln #blas polidori x reader #drabble

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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You better run || Javier Peña x reader

Summary: Everyone insists you stay out of the action and Javier makes up for it in the end.

CW: Reader and Javier being shitheads ???, angst, smut smut smut, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, cum painting (?), oral sex (f), talks of wounds, violence, Javier is kinda mean, probably more.

With Carillo back at the head of the search block, everyone wanted the recruits to be away from the action. Especially you. Even though you were supposed to be doing the same job as Peña, your partner, he was the only one sent out with Carillo.

You had heard what he had done to Gustavo. And you believed it. But you wanted to prove the men around you that you could do the same job as them.

You looked up as Javier entered the room, still sweaty, still wearing a tight shirt and those jeans that stretched perfectly on his ass.

“So, can I come?” You attempted.

They were going on a run tonight.

Peña sighed and lit a cigarette with your lighter. You took it away from him as soon as he was done and you hid it in your back pocket.

“No.”

“Look, Peña, I’m not some fragile thing that you have to protect. I’ve seen some shit too, and I can’t stay here while you’re out there getting our men killed.” You protested.

He took a drag of his cigarette, before giving it to you, as if to calm you down. You sighed and took his offer, you thumb and index fingers holding the smoke, before your lipstick stained the yellow part.

“Believe me, it’s better if you stay here. ” His hands pressed on the surface of the wooden desk. You watched as his arms flexed, and you gave him the cigarette back. He brought it to his lips, sharing an indirect kiss with you. That’s as close as you allowed yourself to be from him. “I’ll see you after. Keep answering the phone.”

“That kinda feels misogynistic.” You said as he was leaving. “Using me as your secretary. While you’re the one dressing all slutty with your tight clothes. You’re pretty much dressed for the job, Peña.” You mocked him as you clearly looked at his ass.

“Maybe you’d be in a better mood if you got fucked real good. Talk to you later, partner.”

Thank god he looked away, because you blushed like a virgin under his comment.

The phone didn’t ring. You almost fell asleep at your desk as you waited for Javier to report back. You could’ve gone home.

But in the back of your mind… you wanted to make sure he was okay.

When the office went back to its usual level of animation, you understood that they were back. You straightened up and waited for Javier to meet you in the office you shared with him. He appeared in the doorframe, still wearing his bulletproof vest over his red shirt. You couldn’t deny that he looked hot.

He was out of breath, and he was… hurt.

You got on your feet and pulled the chair for him to sit down.

“What happened?!” You asked as you looked at the gauze around his arm that was stained red.

“Got grazed by a bullet. It’s okay.”

“Obviously not, you look like shit.” You sat on the desk in front of him and handed him a cigarette.

“Ran into an ambush…A lot of men are hurt. Worse than me.”

“Shit.” You cursed and you lit a cigarette for yourself.

“And the phone?”

“No luck either. Told you you were a better secretary than me. C’mon Peña, I’ll bring you home. Can’t drive with your fucked up arm. You need rest.”

He tried to protest, but you were already out of the door.

Your eyes focus on the road, and not on the sweaty man in the passenger seat. Well, you tried. You also managed to park in front of the apartment complex you shared with your partner without looking at him.

You both got out of the car and were going your separate ways, but Javier’s voice stopped you.

“I need company.”

“Well, call one of your usual whores, hm?”

He shook his head. You frowned.

“Fine, you want me to play as a nurse as well?” You said sarcastically.

Javier didn’t respond and let you follow him inside. You both sat in the living room. You felt awkward, being here. You both smoked in silence for a while.

Finally, Javier talked, but it didn’t ease the heaviness in the room. It made it worse.

“I saw some rough shit. Carillo just… killing some fucking kids, man.” It was the first time you’d heard Javier getting emotional, his voice breaking as he remembered the kids faces. “I need you… to stay here. Please.”

You nodded silently.

“This is why I don’t want you coming with us.” He added.

“I chose this job.” You got up to help him take off his bullet proof vest. He had forgotten it, too busy with the events of the night. Your hands accidently grazed his sides, and you tried to ignore how warm he felt. You then sat beside him and delicately undid the gauze thrown around his arm. “Go shower, you’re sweaty and smelly. I’ll put a bandage on it after.”

For once, he listened to you. He discarded his cigarette in the ashtray, and disappeared in his bathroom. When you heard the water run, you tried to ignore the thoughts filling your head. You imagined how he looked as the water trailed down his body. You had never seen him naked, even shirtless. But of course, you had heard rumours of what he looked like under his tight clothes.

You also ignored the throbbing sensation between your thighs. It had been a minute since you had company yourself. You finished your cigarette and waited, lost in your thoughts.

Javier pulled you out of your own head when you saw him coming out of the door, only wearing a loose white towel around his waist.

“Have some more bruises I want you to look at.”

“Do you really have to be naked?”

He smirked in response. You rolled your eyes and got up. You found the bandages in the bathroom and put a tight strip around his hurt arm. Your eyes focused on his injury, so you didn’t lose your mind over his body.

“My back hurts, can you look at it?”

You groaned and you did. Some fresh bruises painted his toned back. “Just some bruises. Not much I can do.” You averted your eyes.

He turned around and held your chin, making you look up at him. You swallowed nervously.

“You can help me forget.” He leaned in and grazed your lips with his. You felt your legs getting weak. “Go take a shower. I’ll be waitin’.”

Javier had you under his spell. In your mind you were just... helping out a colleague who had a rough night.

You didn’t know how he did it, but here you were, completely naked, standing in the doorframe of his bedroom, while he was splayed on his inviting bed. The yellow light of the room just warmed up his skin tone even more.

Self conscious as you felt his eyes finding your body, you put your arms around your chest. You averted your eyes, not looking at his perfect body.

“Let me see, hermosa. Wanted to see this perfect body since you became my partner.”

Shyly, you put your arms away and looked at him. He was perfect in every way, sculpted by the hands of the gods themselves. Your feet brought you to his bed, like you were under some spell, where you kneeled between his opened legs.

“Secretary, nurse, whore… is there another job you want me to do?” You teased.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

With the motion of his fingers, he asked you to come closer. You did what he asked, and leaned down to meet his lips. Javier’s fresh scent filled your senses, as you let him guide you with his mouth. Your partner kissed you slowly at first, before getting more heated. You took some courage and straddled his thighs, trying to ignore the feeling of his length against your wet core. When he felt how wet you were, his hand sneaked between your thighs. Two fingers met your throbbing clit and teased it without mercy. You instantly whined against his lips, wanting more. You hadn’t been touched in so long, and your own fingers just didn’t do the job right. You could only get off by imagining Javi’s hands on you. You were ashamed, yes, but you’d keep that information to yourself.

You didn’t last long under Javier’s skilled fingers, and soon enough, you found yourself meeting your high. He didn’t stop though, going again and again, until you pushed his hand away.

“Too much.” You mumbled and laid on his chest. Your hand sneaked around his member, feeling the weight of it. You lazily stroked him, and he laid back, just admiring how your small hand looked around him. “How do you want it, when you want to forget?” You asked innocently, while he was pleasantly sighing under you.

“Rough. But I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Strop trying to protect me, Javi. I like it rough. A lot.”

His skilled fingers grabbed your hair so you’d level with him, and he kissed you with all the hunger and roughness he had, just to see if you could handle it. You moaned against his mouth and let go of his member.

“Please, Javi… fuck me..” You begged against his mouth.

“On all fours, hermosa. Let me get you ready.”

While you situated yourself on the bed, he got a condom and lube. He teased your entry with two wet fingers, and he positioned his hips behind your ass.

“Look so good for me like this… not so smart after all.” He said, and you could imagine the grin on his face.

“Fuck y-.” You said, interrupted by the rough slam of his hips. He filled you up instantly, and pleasure was already mixing with the pain. Your top half fell on the bed under the impact.

“C’mon, you can hold yourself better than that.” His hand grabbed your hair to lift you back up. You were silenced again by his powerful thrusts. Your shaky arms held up your body.

“You’re so silent when you get fucked, hermosa, maybe I should do that more often so the office would be quiet.” He said between gritted teeth.

Between your folds, Javier let himself forget the horror scenes he had witnessed in the streets of Columbia. He thought about your petals enveloping him, of the sweet essence of your shampoo leaving faint traces on his hands. He thought of the sounds you were making for him. He let himself dance in the music of your skin tapping together. He bathed in the mixture of your sweats.

He was getting too drunk in the idea of you. He was on the edge when he pulled out. You protested, still clinging on to your high.

“Be a good girl for me, and I’ll reward you. I promise.”

You grunted in frustration, but he flipped over and you stopped protesting when he took off the condom and jerked himself in front of your eyes.

“Let me paint your face.”

God. He had bewitched you, and now he wanted to leave his mark on you. But you obliged, and you let your tongue out of your mouth and closed your eyes. You soon enough felt warm liquid on your face.

“Jesus.” He grunted. “When you’re talkin’ too much, I’ll keep this image in my head. Even… wait.”

You heard shuffling, then the familiar clicking sound of a photo being taken. You swallowed the salty liquid.

“Javi, happy now? Please wash me up.” You protested, eyes still closed.

Your partner washed your face with what you imagined to be the biggest shit-eating grin. You finally opened your eyes fast enough to see him disappear between your opened thighs.

“You were so good for me…”

You cursed and arched your back to get more friction. His nose was nudging your clit, and you felt his facial hair on your skin.

“Found another way to shut you up, hm?”

“Javi, Javi, please – oh my god…”

His name came out of your mouth like a spell.

You would stay away from the action if it meant ending the night like this.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #javier pena x yn #javier pena x y/n #javier pena narcos #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

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kieranxworld · 11 months

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Cheer up Call [Peppino Spaghetti]

➜ Peppino Spaghetti x Jessica Rabbit like! Reader

➜ Pure Fluff, Suggestive Content!

➜ Peppino was having one hell of day, so his buddy Gustavo calls the one person who could brighten his mood up.

➜ No really big warnings, besides suggestive content (no full out smut today folks), cursing, the noise being...the noise. Reader being sassy and not putting up with anyone disrespecting Peppino.

➜ A/n: This was inspired by This Post by @thatgirlgames and- I LOVE THIS CONCEPT! I might write a full fic based off soon, anyways. Enjoy the fic and hope you enjoy!

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Peppino wanted to rip what little hair he had left out of his head.

There was a lunch time rush of customers, and normally that wouldn't be a bad thing. But these people were Rude.

They were rushing Peppino, yelling at poor Gustavo and Pep, one of whom barely could understand what they were yelling at. And poor brick, who they sometimes used to bring the pizza's to the customers, was getting kicked around too.

Then once that shitshow ended.

They trailed in.

Who's they one may ask? Well, The Noise and Pepperman. Two of the most annoying people in the world.

You see, after the destruction of the Pizza Tower that threatened his business the villains that inhabited the castle has no where to go.

Peppino took in his clone, allowing him to work along side him at his pizzeria.

The Vigilante did end up finding work at a bar down town.

Pepperman was an artist, so he wasn't out of a job in the first place. Neither did The Noise, he was a mascot for Domionions (don't know if spelt that right-). But they found great pleasure in coming to bother Peppino.

And today they decided to do just that.

Right after the rush, no more than an hour later they decided to come in.

"Hey Fat Man!~"

The Noise thought it would be a bright idea to bring a bomb inside the Pizzeria, which led to the group freaking out and trying to disarm the comically large thing.

Only for the thing to explode confetti all of the place.

Peppino let out a scream of frustration as he had to clean all of this up, and pray that no other customers came in.

Gustavo, saw how irritated his poor friend and coworker was. He knew the man was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

So knowing what he must do. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

Peeping around the corner, seeing Peppino angrily clean as he curses in Italian at the two trouble makers, he sighs in relief when someone answers.

"Hello? May I-a speak to Mrs. Spaghetti?"

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"Aw, what's the matter Italian man? You getting tired of your dear old friends?"

"You-a two are not any friends of-a mine..'

"He's right! We're just here visiting an old pal."

Peppino tapped his hand on the counter. He was counting down until he had to close up shop so those two could LEAVE.

He slammed his head on the counter, another deep groan of annoyance about to leave his body until the familiar chime of the bell.

Peppino didn't really want to deal with another customer right now so he kept his head down.

He only heard the conversations.

"Oooo~ who's the babe?"

"My, My I need to capture her beauty"

Peppino finally sat up, his eyes widening at who was standing in the middle of the pizzeria.

There was a (h/c) woman dressed in a business casual like dress. Her heels were high and her makeup was stunning. She held an irritated look on her face as she looked down at The Noise.

"Hey toots! I asked ya what ya-AH!!"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was smacked by her purse.

"I am a married woman thank you very much!" She said before turning on her heel, her anger instantly melting away when she set her eyes on Peppino.

"Darling!!" She quickly ran over and snatched the male from behind the counter, taking him into a hug.

Peppino felt his face heat up as he felt her litter his face with kisses.

"I came as soon as Gustavo called me! He said you were having such a bad day and you needed me!"

Peppino looked back at his dear friend who only gave him a thumbs up.

"Vita Mia, you didn’t have to-a get off work."

She scoffs placing another kiss on his cheek. "Nonsense! My Peppy was feeling down and I came to cheer you up!"

While this happened, Pepperman and The Noise stared in confusion.

"Um hello?! Ya can't keep kissing his face infront of us like that!!"

Peppino rolled his eyes and was about to speak before he was interrupted by the woman.

"Excuse you?! This is my husband, and right now, you're in his restaurant!!" She quickly snapped. "Now question me again and I'll shove my damn foot so-"

"Ah ah! T-thats enough-a Vita Mia. Do not waste-a your breath on them."

Pepperman speaks up before Noise can "Husband?! Not to be rude....um Mrs. Spaghetti..but-"

"My name is (Y/n) and-"

" Fuck it! Ill say it! How does someone like him get with someone like you?!" The Noise finished making (Y/n) sigh.

"Because, Peppino is a wonderful man, who makes me laugh, smile and does his hardest to make sure I'm okay" she says placing another kiss on her husband's cheek.

"That and I just love the way he sounds in the bedroom, the way he manhandles me and-"

Peppino hurried placed a hand over his wife's mouth as his face burns red with embarrassment.

"Tesoro Mio t-thats enough-"

"Oops~, sorry Peppy! But come on!" The (h/c) woman pulls him by his hand towards the exit. Pushing past the two males who stared on in confusion.

"B-but wait! What-a abou-"

"Gustavo said he'll close for you! I have a surprise waiting for you at home~" She winks at him turning the male into a stuttering mess.

Peppino doesn't get to respond before being pulled out the Pizzeria, leaving Gustavo, Brick, Pepperman and The Noise.

"How in the hell did he meet her?!"

"She just-a came in one day, from the big city-a and fell in love with Peppino at first sight."

"Huh????"

"Yea. Small world right?"

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Ive been thinking about this scenario as i watch bcs:

Imagine gus and Lalo fighting over the reader and being tagged team by them after they find out you're fucking the other behind their back 👀👀👀

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AAAAAA 🛢️ ILYSM IVE THOUGHT ABT THIS EXACT SCENARIO also oopsie i may have added petplay to this hope that’s okay

DEFF going to expand on this later but here's a drabble for now :3

anatomical terms: cunt/hole

“Really?”

Lalo’s fingers knotted in your hair and yanked you up to face your shared… acquaintance, so to speak. Speaking of speaking, he spoke in more of a snarl than a human voice, acid dripping from his tongue. “You went behind my back and lied to my face for… this?” He laughed, spitting venom in Gus’s face as the latter approached, soft cock in hand. “This tiny thing? ¿Es eso tu pollerito? (Is that your little chicken man?)” He then fired at you, “Were you really so desperate for cock that you would take any little chicken you could get your hands on? You should’ve told me you were such a whore!"

Your wrists were hanging above your naked, bruised body, handcuffed to a concrete pole in what was going to be the “mother of all meth labs”. You weren’t supposed to know, but you knew. You knew everything, much to the dismay of the two men that surrounded you. Didn't you know? No one likes a know-it-all.

Gus reached to grab your jaw, his nails prickling your skin, prying your lips apart. He didn’t acknowledge Lalo’s inflammatory remarks. You were his only target right now. “Open. Abre.” You followed the command instinctively. His thumb pulled your tongue out of your mouth and he was quick to guide his cock in. You whined, let your eyelids come down, and began to service him with plush, wet lips. “Good boy. At least you can still follow some of my instructions.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a skinny velvet bag. Inside was a luxury dog collar with a chain leash. He fastened the leather collar around your neck and pulled the chain taut. Now each of them held you tight in their grasp, and neither wanted to let go. "You should know I'm incredibly disappointed in you. Ungrateful, treacherous little mutt. This is much nicer treatment than you deserve."

You squeaked and continued to prepare him, not daring to protest or explain yourself. There was nothing you could say, anyway. No justification you could give would satisfy both of them. The only penance you could offer was your body. Gus sighed as his cock hardened in your mouth, signaling to you that your apology was at least somewhat accepted.

Seeing you so docile in the hands of his enemy cranked up the heat on the stove that was going to boil Lalo’s blood. He let go of your hair, his nails scratching you as he trailed down your spine, your knees buckling from the pleasant sting. He scoffed, "Heh, so that's how it is, huh? ¿Eres su perrito lindo? (You're his cute little puppy?) Maybe I should show him what a bitch you really are." With that threat, two fingers plunged into your sopping wet cunt. A pathetic whimper escaped your throat, muffled around Gus's cock. You stopped dead in your tracks, too distracted by Lalo's touch and words of encouragement, "That's it, chiquito. Just relax and enjoy it, I know what you like."

Gus furrowed his brow and tugged on the leash, forcing himself deeper into your mouth. "No, you may not relax. You have a job to do, and I expect it to be done properly." He thrust his hips and started to fuck your face. You tried to relax your throat, though it seemed impossible with everything going on. You were choking on your own moans and slobber. Gus didn't care. You had brought this upon yourself.

"Oh, ¿de verdad? Lo siento mucho por interrumpir. (Is that right? I'm so sorry for interrupting.)" Lalo sneered at Gus and withdrew his fingers from your needy hole. You were grateful for the reprieve, but it didn't last long. With one swift motion, Lalo thrust his cock inside you, his hips pushing you even further into Gus. You suffocated on whatever noise your vocal cords had responded with. Lalo allowed you no mercy, no time to adjust, not even a moment to catch your breath before he started to pound into you. "Don't mind me."

Your mind couldn't make sense of what was happening. You had figured your life was over once the truth was revealed, but the more things change, the more they stay the same:

You were theirs to be used.

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Beyond The Pines [Pt. I]

[Series description: Two years ago, dad died from cancer, leaving you to raise your younger sister, Vivian, alone. Your best friend, Ellie, was one of the few support systems you had until your feelings for her seemingly put a strain on your relationship. When Vivian goes missing, can you trust Ellie to help bring her back?]

[Author comments: I've put together an audio to go play along as you read. Voices are *ALL* AI-generated using ElevenLabs. I did not include Y/N's voice in order to preserve your own inner dialogue. This series will be slow-burn, and will have smut and graphic depictions of violence. 18+ only.]

[Credit to Youtube Channels Ambient City (horse stables); Hursty Outdoors (walking/snow); Music: Gustavo Santaolalla (Opening Suite; Longing; Unbound)]

Be sure to expand the audio to play from the beginning!

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You slipped a glove off, braving the winter chill to scavenge your jacket pockets.

Sugar cube.

A rare commodity for your generation; you were lucky to find a small box of them while scavenging a ravaged coffee shop. You twiddled the rock-hard substance between your thumb and index, anything to dissociate from the girls’ conversation. Something about Dina falling into a pile of shit; you tried not to smile at that.

Fresh, powdered snow crunched beneath the heel of your boots. The warm glow of faerie lights danced across the ground at the stable’s entrance.

Jackson was quiet. Peaceful. Safe. A stark contrast from the nightmarish infected and worse – bandits – roaming the mountains outside town limits.

They pass you.

“C’mere, Phantom,” The sleek, black mare whinnied and happily trotted into her refuge, “my pretty girl.”

She was a young horse, strong, with a spitfire nature. You had that in common.

When you weren’t on duty, you and Ellie used to race her and Shimmer on Cirque Trail, stopping to stuff your pockets full of wild huckleberries, which Joel made into killer pies. You frowned at the thought.

Gently, you threaded your hands through Phantom’s mane, silently thanking her for keeping you safe another day.

"Because you've been so good today," you murmur, presenting the sugar cube in a cupped hand. Immediately, Phantom gnashes it between her teeth, nose flaring.

Her face is just too comical. You laugh, wiping the slobber from your palms on your worn blue jeans.

The shrill creak of another stable door shutting disrupts the moment. Dina laughs at something Ellie says.

“Night, Ellie.”

From your peripheral, you see the woman leave.

The last six hours of patrol were miserable, from the clutch of infected you cleared to the dry dialogue between you and your friends.

Well, you were friends until three months ago at the town dance when you watched Ellie and Dina kiss. At this, you passed your glass of whiskey off to an equally dumbfounded Jesse and walked straight out of the hall, tears pricking your eyes and bile rising in your throat.

Beyond patrols with them– which, despite your pleas, Maria continued to schedule, likely to force a reconciliation – you hadn’t talked to either since.

Apart from working well together, you and Dina weren’t inseparable, so avoiding her has been relatively easy. On the other hand, avoiding Ellie, your ex-best friend, has been excruciating. No matter how hard she tried – showing up at your door in the dead of night to beg you to come outside, leaving joints on your windowsill, landing snowballs square in the back of your head – Ellie couldn’t get more than cut-and-dry responses out of you.

Eventually, she stopped trying.

Part of you was embarrassed at your childish behavior, but you couldn’t face her, not after that night.

You closed the latch to Phantom’s stable, hyper-aware of the forest green eyes that bore into your side profile.

Without a word, you make your way over toward Mike, who was on duty tonight.

“Hey - thanks again for picking up a shift so short notice, Y/N,” he gave you a sympathetic smile, “with the horde that’s passing through, we can’t be too careful.”

‘Bullshit. This is all Maria.’

“Sure, don’t mention it” Your tone was casual, but irritation and exhaustion were etched into your features. Desperate to go home and avoid Ellie – who was clearly waiting for you, you quickly scribbled in the logbook.

‘Four runners + three clickers in Tetonia. Cleared.’

You said goodnight to Mike and walked straight past the freckled girl. She was propped up against the stable entrance, brows furrowed and lips in a tight line. She looked tired.

“Uh - hey...”

You keep walking.

“…okay…”

‘Fuck off,’ you wanted to say. Instead, you shook your head and gripped your backpack tighter, eyes unable to meet hers.

No more stargazing with her. No more all-nighters snuggled up watching cheesy 1980s horror films. No more spitballing ideas for her next set of tattoos – a rabbit skull; an arrow; the numbers 000129 – she never explained that one; an ouroboros. No more. You had bigger things to worry about.

She made her choice, and it wasn’t you.

‘UGH,’ Your face scrunched up in a cringe.

She could have at least told you. While her head was in your lap – your fingers gently combing her auburn locks to the soft tune of Johnny Cash’s Hurt filling your bedroom – she was dreaming of Dina the whole time.

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt.

I will let you down.

I will make you hurt.

Heat bloomed across your face in embarrassment. You never told Ellie that you loved her – that you were in love with her – hell, you didn’t even understand it until you saw them lock lips at the dance. Now, you were cursed to watch them fall in love while you self-isolated and grew more bitter by the day.

The walk home was about thirty minutes from the stables. A good chunk of land on the outskirts of Jackson that's been in the family for generations.

Hopefully, your sister wasn’t asleep. You needed to vent.

‘If I walk fast, I’ll probably get home at 10ish.’

Fragrant pine and earth filled your frost-nipped nostrils. Even with your heavy parka, and thick, fur-lined boots, the cold settled deep in your bones. Without a flashlight, seeing your hands in front of your face would be impossible. It was that dark out.

The metal of your keys stung your battered hands. You became keenly aware of something behind you as you turned the lock. No need to reach for your pistol; it was obvious who was in your driveway.

‘How the fuck did I not notice her?’

“So, you’re stalking me now?” Without turning around, you tapped the heel of your boots against the worn, wooden deck to knock off the snow. You then kneeled to untie them. “Go home, El.” There was an authority in your voice.

Footsteps approached, crunching through the snow.

“Maybe I’m not here to see you,” Ellie shrugged, “maybe I’m here to see Vivian.”

“I really doubt that.”

You turned and looked up at her, batting snowflakes from your lashes. It was the first time you’d really studied her face in weeks.

Dark circles hung beneath her eyes, cheeks hollow as if she’d not slept or eaten, yet, with that constellation of freckles smattered across her face, the deep forest green of her eyes, those lips, she was still the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen, more beautiful than any model from those Vogue magazines your sister collects.

“You look like shit.” You lied.

“Gee, thanks.” A smile tugged at the corner of Ellie’s lips. “Can I come in? It’s cold as shit out here.”

You hesitated; time seemingly slowed as you studied her. Ellie’s eyes met yours, unwavering. That stupid cocky smirk was still etched into her face.

“Take your shoes off,” you conceded. “Don’t track horse shit into my house.”

Family pictures, odds and ends from your grandparents’ vacations to Maine, and cheesy words of affirmation your mother hung years ago adorned the entrance of your home. It wasn’t your style, but it felt wrong to take them down.

Ellie’s eyes traveled around the room, searching for changes.

The cabin was simply too spacious for just Vivian and yourself. Two stories tall, there were four rooms and three baths. Maria has scheduled to move incoming residents downstairs sometime next month. This angered you more than Viv. This was your family’s home, and you certainly didn’t want strangers sleeping in what once was your parents’ bedroom. You didn’t have any say in the matter.

Your younger sister, on the other hand, was enthusiastic. For her, it was ‘too quiet,’ being just the two of you. You couldn’t really blame her, though. Most interactions between you since your dad’s passing have stuck to mostly your venting about patrols and Maria and all the house repairs needed. Vivian would talk about her newest boyfriend – if you can even call them that – the boys never lasted more than a month.

Dad passed two years ago from cancer.

It was a devastating loss to both of you, but you especially had little time to grieve. Vivian was just 14 at the time. She’d started supervised patrols with Jesse only one week prior. Dad was proud.

When everything went to shit, you took extra patrols to cover Viv’s duties. You did this for a few reasons, to let her have the chance to be a kid and grieve, to provide for your baby sister, and to avoid facing the reality of your situation. You two were alone in the world, and you weren’t ready to raise a 14-year-old.

Ellie made the extra effort to be there for you both. She’d walk Vivian to school and training, cook dinner, and often help with chores. She’d spend ration coupons on old, crumbling makeup or cheap-smelling candles that your sister adored.

It wouldn’t be totally out of character for Ellie to walk all this way to check on Viv, not at this hour, though, and you both knew it.

‘So why did you let her in?’

You set your shoes down at the entrance, inviting Ellie to do the same. The grandfather clock in the adjacent dining room read 10:13 pm.

“I’ll tell Vivian you’re here. I’m gonna head to bed –“

“Come on, Y/N,” Ellie grabs your arm, “I can’t live like this anymore. You don’t answer the door, you won’t talk to me,” she grips you tighter, “you won’t even fucking look at me.”

Her touch burned your skin. You try to yank back your hand to no avail. She was much stronger than you.

“I fucking miss you, I miss my best fucking friend, and I don’t even know what I did wrong.” Her eyes are pleading, desperate.

“Let go of me, asshole,” you demand in a whisper-yell. “you’re gonna fucking wake Viv.”

But it was useless; Ellie’s eyes were determined, glossy, as if she were on the verge of tears.

She pulls you closer to her, chest pressed against yours, and you’re sure she can feel your heartbeat pounding out of your ribcage. This is too close. Intimately close.

“Talk to me. Say what you need to say.” She demands. “yell at me, hit me – anything – so we can move on and pretend you haven’t been acting fucking insane the last few months.”

Her lips are too close to yours.

“Don’t make me.” Your voice was small, eyes welling with tears. Emotions that had been bottled for the past three months. It was your turn to beg. Beg her not to do this. Not here, not ever. All you wanted was to grieve the loss of your friendship and move on so you could get your shit together for your sister. There was no room for weakness in your life anymore. Cutting her off is easier than a painful rejection.

Ellie’s eyes searched yours for an answer, and her lips were pulled in a frown.

“I need to know, Y/N.”

‘Don’t do it.’

You weren’t the best at impulse control. It was a trait you got from mom, something you thought you’d begun to improve at. But the body heat between you, the desperation in Ellie’s eyes, and her nails digging into your now-bare shoulders were too much.

Ellie’s lips were chapped compared to yours. Salty from the tears that had flown moments prior. The kiss was innocent, sad. Your lips moved gently against her still ones. This wasn’t how you dreamt it happening.

The kiss was over as soon as it began.

Ellie pulled back, freeing you from her iron grip. You both stood there, facing each other for an eternity. The grandfather clock ticked loudly.

She looked dumbstruck, cheeks blooming red, and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Shit”

White-hot shame finally engulfed you as you realized what you’d just done.

‘So much for self-control.’

Without another word, you grabbed the jacket at your feet and rushed upstairs, two steps at a time.

Part of you wanted to seek refuge in your sister’s room, cuddle up, and cry into her shoulder like when you were kids and mom and dad would have screaming matches downstairs. Instead, you barged into your room and locked the door behind you.

Ellie doesn't follow.

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depressopax · 2 months

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hiii! im not sure if you write for gus (brba/bcs) but if you do, could i request a few headcanons (sfw or nsfw) of him with a gender neutral partner if possible :0 maybe qualities he finds attractive/would like in a partner, physically or personality wise or whatever you have in mind:] tysm ! i hope youre having a good one ♡

Tysm for the request!! <3 I made it into some relationship headcanons but tried mentioning what he likes in a partner etc… It may have turned out a bit dark lol, sorry ‘bout that 😭 Anywaysss hope ya like it! Have a good day anon!! 🫶

Gus Fring relationship headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Gus x gn!reader - (N)SFW headcanons

Pairing: Gus Fring x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, smut, (kinda angst too??), headcanons Warning(s): Slightly possessive Gus, cuss words. Sexual content (marked further down as “NSFW”, MDNI! Dom/sub dynamic, degradation. Words: 1.4k Summary: Being in a relationship with Gus Fring would include… English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

SFW

First time Gus saw you was at Los Pollos Hermanos.

You were there with some friends and you immediately caught his eye.

Maybe it was your smile, your eyes or the way you talked to your friends that made his heart skip a beat

That, or the fact you and him made eye contact at least 4 times.

But because of his dangerous life and past relationship traumas, he let you slip through his fingers, to not drag you into his chaos.

Or so he thought at least.

Truth is, you felt a spark, too. There was something dangerous about him, but also something charming.

Curious as you were, you went to LPH more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man - eventually learning he’s the manager.

Gus of course noticed you being there more often. Ignoring you got harder.

One day you decided to shoot your shot - the same day he decided to strike a conversation with you.

You learned his name is Gustavo Fring.

There was something about his smile and way of talking that charmed you.

But he also seemed very reserved and troubled. He seemed afraid to answer your flirting and got really flustered from it.

Just as you were about to give up your flirting attempts, he surprised you by asking you out on a date.

Of course, you said yes.

Gus enjoys good food and luxury, so it was no surprise he took you to a 5-star restaurant for the first date - his treat.

Not having been on a “real date” in over a decade, Gus was a nervous wreck lmao

Luckily he is good at handling stress. You barely noticed the emotions he kept under the surface.

The date went really well. Gus is a good listener and listened to you in a way that was rare.

Even when you got a bit too nerdy about your interests, he listened with a smile.

But it did make you a bit concerned when he dodged questions about his own personal life.

He realized himself how weird that must've come across, getting anxious that you wouldn’t contact him again.

Luckily, you did.

Gus kept taking you on dates.

The more he got to know you, the harder he fell in love.

Actually - he figured he was in love already after the first kiss.

Once getting clarity in what he felt, he knew what he had to do - Telling you the truth about who he is.

The fear of losing you was big.

…But the fear of you staying, becoming part of his dangers - was bigger.

He explained to you how he had fallen in love with you, before dropping the bomb.

You were shocked, of course.

After some days of thinking about what he’d told you, you made a decision.

Upon telling him; Gus felt a wave of emotions: Confusion, happiness, relief but also anxiety. But he put all that aside.

Gus officially became your boyfriend and you couldn’t be more happy - neither could he.

All dangers aside - Gus does everything to be “boyfriend material” lol

His love language is touch, and words of affirmation.

He doesn’t let a day go by without telling you how much he loves you.

He always wants you close - just holding your hand makes him feel good.

He also likes spoiling you - expensive gifts, homemade dinners, road trips with him etc…

He basically spends all his spare-time with you.

You spend a lot of time in his house, with or without him.

He has money, enough to provide you safety.

Because of his enemies, and dangerous life, Gus gets very overprotective and a bit possessive.

Ngl he’d probably hire a bodyguard for you whenever you are away in another town with friends/family 😭 Or ask Mike to keep an eye on you lol

He’d be too paranoid to openly be in a relationship with you - but tell a few people he really trusted. If he could, he’d tell the whole world tho. He loves you and it frustrates him to not be able to tell people.

Gus is very good at reading people, so he often can see if something is wrong.

He’s a good listener and tries to always see things from your POV

He rarely gets mad at you either.

Most of the time he’s calm and understanding.

He tries to always be there for you, if not with advice, at least with support and to offer you comfort.

He also gives really good hugs 😌✨

Same goes for your interests/hobbies. He learns for example how to crochet, paint or whatever so you can make it a date.

He’ll let you talk about things you like for hours

Gus is not the type of person that likes indoor activities. Of course he appreciates movie nights, but I feel like he enjoys spending time outdoors.

Going hiking, walks in the forest, sightseeing etc etc

Weather doesn’t really matter to him. He’s def one of those that tells you to “Dress depending on the weather 🤪🤪”

He enjoys cooking food for you, but also with you.

He’ll teach you some old family recipes

When eating, he lits candles and makes it cozy so it feels like a restaurant.

Gus appreciates movie nights too. Snacks, wine and cuddles whilst watching something.

Gus is cheesy in the way of envisioning his future with you.

He knows that one day, he wants to marry you.

As for starting a family, he’d like that - if you want to have kids too, ofc.

Otherwise he’ll just be happy to marry you and always have you by his side.

To summarize: Gus is very overprotective when it comes to you, but his criminal lifestyle aside - he loves you deeply and a relationship with him would be passionate.

NSFW

I feel like he’s definitely a dom

But more of a soft dom.

He’s on top, always. Convincing him otherwise is not easy.

He can get pretty rough, but would never hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

His sex drive isn’t that high, but he makes an exception for you.

Besides, you just happen to turn him on a lot 🤭

He prefers to do it at home and in bed

However… If you happen to tease him when in public, he’ll find a private spot and just take you there. “You couldn’t wait until we got home? Pathetic” …As he thrusts into you and muffles your moans with his palm

He prefers to take you at a fast pace, one that’ll leave you breathless.

He has a lot of pent up frustrations and releases all tension in the bedroom.

He’ll have you laying under him, pinning your wrist over your head as he makes you into a moaning mess.

He has a lot of stamina and can go at it for hours.

If he’s feeling rude, he’ll have you beg for him and/or plead for him to slow down to give you a break.

Only for him to laugh and tease you for it “My poor baby… Look at me.” “I’m not done with you just yet.” “Be good for me, my love.”

When it comes to you, he likes both praising and degrading you - doing so equally.

He’ll have sweet nicknames for you as well as insulting ones.

After sex, you’ll be covered in hickeys, which he’ll praise you for.

He prefers giving oral, merely because he’s in full control of your pleasure.

When going down on you, he’s a tease.

He’ll have you begging for him to use his mouth on you.

And he knows how to do it, too.

Gus likes using his hands too, to stimulate your area or other body parts.

He’ll grab your hips, thighs etc roughly, hard enough to leave marks.

When receiving, he likes being in control too.

He’ll hold your head still and move his hips to his own liking.

Gus prioritizes aftercare. He wouldn’t go to sleep without being reassured you’re ok after a rough session.

He’ll clean you and the bed up, run a bath for you, cuddle, give massage etc

Although he can be meanie during sex, he gives affection, praise and love afterwards, putting the dominant act away.

He falls asleep after you.

Since he’s rough in bed, you often end up falling asleep faster than usual - especially when he hugs you lovingly too.

He likes seeing your sleeping figure and falling asleep knowing that you’re all his…

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pikmingrubb · 1 year

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Gustavo Fring x reader, 3 chapter fic with smut.

#Gustavo Fring x reader #smut #Better call saul #fan fic #BCS Fan fic #ftm reader

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certifieddilfenjoyer · 9 months

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In Plain Sight - an interactive Gus FringxGN!Reader

============================ How does it work? At the end of every chapter, you will be presented with a hyperlink, disguised as a dialogue or action option, which will then lead you to a chapter following your choice and so on and so forth :)) Please let me know what u think (please don't sh#! on me choosing the xGN! instead of xBoy, I wanna enjoy my story as well lol) ============================ INFO: ============================ Yes, there are going to be smut chapters involved at some point. You can expect tags like: (MDNI!!!)

Domination, degradation, submission, power imbalance, sexual tension, hate fuck, choking, bondage, recording the deed, manhandling, hair pulling, dragging across the floor, Gus being the only receiver, etc etc.

The course of chapters, so smutty stuff as well, depends on your choices. If you read through the fanfic once, you can always come back to this main page and try other options! :D

The action is happening during BCS, not necessarily Breaking Bad (but I so badly wanna do something with the boxcutter, well, we will see), so you can expect appearances or mentions of Lalo, Nacho, etc. (but I don't like them so it's Gus focused) and there's gonna be Mike! <3 Now, the fanfic is not fully finished, so if you don't see the hyperlink at the bottom, it simply means that I haven't added the chapters yet. Please be patient <3 <3 ============================= UNFORTUNATELY it turns out that Tumblr does not support my idea completely as every time I edit a post, the URL of the said post changes which is incredibly bad as the more I write the more chapters I'd need to edit each time. Because of that I have moved this project to my blog that I created specifically for this and future x Reader projects: https://xrdr.blogspot.com/

You adjust the headphones in your ear and feel your heart sink as you fight to recover balance on your bicycle. You take a deep breath of fresh, moist air with a heavy scent of rain and turn the handle bar to the left. You pass through a big rain puddle and speed up, allowing your bike to gain momentum as you continue down the road. In the distance, a big glowing logo casts a cone of yellow hue on the glossy street. You feel your heart speed up as you try to go through all the possible questions that employers usually ask during an interview.

As you turn your bike to the parking lot of the fast food restaurant - Los Pollos Hermanos - you anxiously check if your pant legs got dirty. You sigh with relief and drive your bike to the bicycle stand and secure it there with a key chain. You brush your hands across the fabric of your clean, light blue shirt and enter the building. It's most deserted, probably due to the bad weather and the late afternoon hour.

You nod at the employees, currently taking care of the kitchen and the dining area. They nod back and one of them appears in front of the counter, waiting to take your order. You take a quick glance at the person and suddenly you become hyper-aware of all of his facial features. You want to inspect his entire face, but you know damn well it would be weird and most likely make him uncomfortable.

'Hello, I am here for the job interview. I was told that I will be speaking to the manager named Monica.'

The man smiles at you in the most heart-warming way you've seen in your life.

'Monica is unable to attend due to personal reasons. I will be taking over your interview process.'

'I see,' you nod and offer him your hand. 'Y/N.'

'Gustavo Fring,' he introduces himself and takes your hand into his. You can feel the strength resonating off his body and the hard texture of his palms. 'Nice to meet you.'

The name rings a bell immediately. You remember that Monica introduced the Los Pollos Hermanos brand to you over the phone and his name was mentioned at least once.

'Nice to meet you too, sir. Are you the owner of the food chain?'

'Yes.'

'Oh, I'm sure you're busy then. If Monica called in to cancel, I can be rescheduled as well,' you suggest.

'That's not going to be necessary, but I do appreciate your consideration,' he gives you a smaller smile, still just as warm as the first one.

You respond with the same expression and look to the side a moment later, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You blame it on the thrill of the new job interview and look back at the man. His eyes seem like an endless void, which immediately sinks you in.

'Do you need any more time?' he asks.

'No, but I'd like to wash my hands first,' you inform him and look around the restaurant. He lowers his gaze onto your face, observing you for a moment with a lingering smirk.

'It's over there,' Gustavo says after a few seconds, extending his arm to his right side.

You nod and turn on your heel, then go to the bathroom. As you catch your reflection in the mirror, you notice a small blush on your face.

'Oh my God,' you roll your eyes and turn on the tap, then wash your hands with soap.

When you return to Gustavo, he leads you to his office at the back of the building. The room is fairly small, with a small window above his desk. There is almost no sunlight sinking inside the office and it has a weirdly hostile vibe to it, even though the owner looks like nothing else but a sweetheart.

'Please, take a seat.'

You sit down at the chair and adjust yourself in the seat, then straighten your back, while Gustavo sits on his chair in front of you, immediately taking on a perfect posture. You can feel your heartbeat speed up as he opens up the lid of his laptop and you can see a small reflection of your resume in his thin-framed glasses.

'Let's begin, Y/N.' You nod enthusiastically and he gives you an encouraging smile as his eyes come back to yours. 'I don't usually review resumes of candidates without any previous experience in gastronomy.'

A slight hint of worry flashes through your face, immediately noticed by Gustavo.

'Can you tell me why you decided to make an exception?'

He makes a pause and observes you for a while. The single ray of the sun, sinking through the window behind him, falls onto his neck, creating a shadow of his figure, which is reaching all the way across the wooden desk towards your clasped palms.

'We are in need of employees. We are planning to expand to another restaurant soon and some of my employees from the restaurant in which we are sitting are going to be transferred, as it is closer to their home address.'

'Congratulations on the expansion!' you throw in the comment.

'Thank you very much,' he responds. 'What made me accept your resume is the fact that you live near this area, but mostly it was the fact that I realized that you are a foreigner, correct?'

'Um, yes,' you are taken aback by his question and you mask your discomfort before it gets noticed. 'I came here from New Mexico.'

'I'm from Chile. I know how hard it is to get your first job here, that's why I decided to give you a shot,' he admits.

'That is so very kind of you,' you say openly.

Gustavo raises his hands and connects them in front of his chin.

'But hard or not, I am going to treat everyone equally, without giving anyone a head start.'

'Understandable.'

'Because you do not have any prior experience with customers, can you tell me, if perhaps at school or in other areas in your life, have you encountered a difficult situation, a conflict that you managed to solve?'

Even though before coming to the interview, you had multiple sessions of talking to yourself in front of a mirror, preparing possible answers for usual interview questions, you cannot help but feel a little sting of stress at the question. Your mind presents you with a flash of an image, a painful memory of a rainy night and the car lights aimed straight at your face. There is an older man standing in front of you and a much younger one to his side.

'Y-yea,' you answer and clear your throat. 'Sorry. I remember solving a conflict in my classroom, where three of the top students wanted to take the responsibilities of being the class president. I suggested a class vote to clear the confusion. The other time I also stopped a fight between two classmates.'

'How exactly did you achieve that?'

'They were arguing about some girl. I went in between them,' you respond and see his eyebrows rise slightly. 'I know, a risky move, but it was worth it. They cooled down a bit, didn't hit each other and I just listened to both of their stories. It turned out - I don't remember the context now - but it turned out that they misunderstood each other.'

Both of the stories are made up, but Gustavo Fring doesn't have to know that. He doesn't need to be made aware of the fact that your cartel family never allowed you in a public school and that you are home-schooled. He also shouldn't be made aware of your fake ID that you used for your resume.

'How would you deal with a customer who reports incorrectly prepared food? For example undercooked chicken wings?'

You look to the side, then let your eyes wander across the wall and up to the ceiling, as you make a slow, quiet humming noise, thinking about the answer.

'Do I see the food that this imaginary customer reports?'

'Let's assume that in this particular scenario, you do.'

'Ok, so I wouldn't check the recipe, because I can see the plate, so I ask them nicely what is wrong with the food.'

''It's disgusting' - that's what the customer is saying,' Gustavo responds with a shadow of a smile on his face.

''I really want to help you in this situation, but I need some more information, please. Is it not to your liking in taste or is the quality disappointing and how?' that's what I would ask, or something similar,' you clarify.

'The quality is disappointing, because the meat is partially raw.'

'I am very sorry to hear that, would you like to receive a refund of your chicken wings order or a special offer for our menu?' you respond, choosing your words carefully. You look for validation on his face, but it is unreadable.

'Would you not try the chicken wings yourself to verify their honesty, Y/N?' he asks after a moment. I would or I wouldn't

#interactive #interactive fiction #fanfic #gustavo fring #breaking bad #x reader #gn reader #gus fring #gus #mike ehrmantraut #hector salamanca #lalo salamanca

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