Notes: it’s finally here!! So sorry it took so long. Hope y’all are ready. She’s long. ENJOY! Think of it as a celebration for Mando Season 2 :). Don’t mind any mistakes. Requests are open
Wordcount: 2909 (woops)
Warnings: SMUT! Age gap [reader is 30], Daddy/Little girl kink, Choking, Pedro being sexy
You and Pedro were over at his apartment for your much needed monthly movie night. You had a tough week and getting to unwind with your best friend was one of the best coping mechanisms. You two usually caught up on everything that had been going on in your life that month. Tonight though, you were avoiding any topics that had to do with your life. So, you decided to distract Pedro as long as you could.
“No, you didn’t! You’re lying!” you shouted at him. Pedro looked at you with a smirk, a gleam in his eye. You just stared back at him incredulously.
“Believe what you will, it’s the fucking truth. She never spoke to me again.” He shrugged.
You gaped at your best friend in shock. “You mean to tell me that you actually stood outside this poor girl’s house, with a boombox of all things, torturing her like a scene straight out of ‘Say Anything,’” you scoffed. Shaking your head, you started giggling uncontrollably at the image in your head. “That’s both incredibly sweet and slightly creepy,” you snark.
“I’m a romantic! I thought it was the perfect move to finally confess my feelings. Until she threatened to call the police. I was out of there real quick. She never even acknowledged my presence ever again, and we sat next to each other in history!” He laughed at himself pitifully. He glances back up at you knowingly. “Alright, no more deflecting. Tell me what’s up princesa. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
You cringe, wondering how Pedro could always read you so easily. You knew he would notice eventually but you were hoping your subpar acting skills would be able to fool him. Surprise, they didn’t. “Ugh, Pedro I don’t want to. It’s too embarrassing.”
“Well now you have to spill! There’s no wiggling your way out of this one. I’ve been dying to ask you since you stepped through the door, hermosa.” You tried not to blush at one of the many pet names Pedro loves to call you, glaring at him for pushing you. “Come on. It’ll make you feel better. I guarantee it.”
“Ok fine, but promise not to laugh too hard. I don’t think I can handle anymore embarrassment for the rest of the year,” you tease with a nervous smile. Pedro smirks back at you, waiting for you to continue. You hesitated a moment more.
“Come on! It can’t be that bad. I’ll try to behave, I promise,” he swears genuinely with a little twinkle in his eyes. You knew he would never purposely disrespect you so you reluctantly told him everything.
“Alright. You remember the guy I’ve been dating for a few weeks now?” He frowns.
“Yeah. Total asshole. What was his name? John… Jack… fuck it doesn’t really matter, I never liked him.”
You laugh at his antics, knowing Pedro never liked any of the guys you mentioned (even if he has never met a single one). “His name was Jake. And yeah, you’re right, he is a total asshole. Which is too bad because the sex was really good.”
“Oh thanks for that information,” he flinches in disgust. “As if I need to picture you with some other guy. Not exactly what I needed in my head… ever.”
“You think about me like that?” You coo. He glares at you, a little pink on his cheeks. Interesting.
“Shut up, hermosa. You know what I mean.” Do you? “Anyways, what the hell happened this time?” He was always so nosy.
“Well as I said, the sex was great,” he rolls his eyes at that, “but it wasn’t amazing. So, naturally I asked if we could spice it up a little.” Pedro wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to blush and chuckle while you nudged him. “Except his idea of spicing things up was moving from missionary on the bed to the fucking floor. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was okay at first but a girl has needs! So I switched us so I was on top and…” you trailed off, too humiliated thinking back on it. Again.
“And… what? He finished early didn’t he?” You smack Pedro, huffing playfully. “Hey! It happens. Especially if you have such a sexy woman on top,” he winks.
“Shut up.” You were blushing hard at this point, both from his subtle compliment and what you were about to tell him. “Ok, I might have accidentally… sort of… I-I kind of maybe called him Daddy,” you cringe. Pedro lets out a short laugh. “I didn’t mean to! It just came out in the moment. I’ve never actually said that to anybody and clearly he wasn’t into that considering he stopped and fucking left me high and dry. It was absolutely humiliating.” You wince just thinking back on it. That was definitely a new low in your life.
“Wait, he left?” Pedro asked in shock. You just nod pitifully, unable to look him in the eyes.
“It probably didn’t help that before that I asked him to choke me.” Pedro raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning up a little.
“Well, let me just tell you now babygirl, I would have never left you like that.”
You look up in shock, blushing at what your best friend had just said. Not only did he say he’d be into being called Daddy by you, he also called you babygirl. Your goddamn weakness. You didn’t know how to process this.
Pedro was just smirking at you, casually leaning back on the couch and taking another sip from his beer. He knew what he was doing and he planned to use it to his advantage. “I’m just saying babygirl. Guys who walk out like that don’t know what they’re missing out on. Maybe you just need to find yourself an older man.” Fucking hell.
You just continue blushing at him. He apparently wasn’t planning on using the whole babygirl thing sparingly. He was going full force with this new information. Pedro knew your weakness now and that thought both terrified and excited something deep within you.
You’re still sitting there in shock while Pedro smirks over at you. “How about we get this movie started then, yeah? What are we watching this time?” he asks, situating himself to be more comfortable.
You sputter. “Um.. I-I think I saw a-a few new movies on Netflix. Pick whatever you want. I’m just going to grab a snack. Did you want anything?” You needed to put some space between you and him for a minute. You were about 2 seconds away from just jumping his bones.
“Yeah. Could you bring whatever candy is on the counter? Surprise me, babygirl. You know what I like.” He smirked up at you. The bastard. You just meekly nodded and spun around quickly to get to the kitchen.
Breathe, woman. Just breathe. Fuck. That man has you all kinds of hot and bothered. You start going around the kitchen to see what candy he was talking about. You find a whole variety bag and pour it into a bowl so Pedro can have his pick.
You start looking for a snack for yourself when you hear Pedro shout out, “I bought some ice cream for you! It’s that caramel one you like so much. Help yourself!”
You quickly find a bowl for yourself and serve up the sweet treat. Pedro always knew how to make you happy, even if it was just buying your favorite ice cream. You gather the snacks and head back out to the living room.
Pedro had picked a new action movie that was popular right now. You were both sitting quietly, enjoying your snacks and each other’s company. You noticed Pedro kept glancing at you whenever you raised the spoon to your lips and shifting a bit when you took it out of your mouth for another bite.
“Did you want some? I don’t mind sharing.” You told him.
He shook his head and cleared his throat. “No, no I’m fine.” You cocked your head at him with the spoon in your mouth. You took it out with a pop.
“If you’re sure…” He stared at you a bit, licking his lips and nodding. “Okay. You just seem distracted.” You go to eat another spoonful happily.
“Fucking hell babygirl. Are you doing this on purpose?” he groans.
You flush deep, both from the nickname and his sexy groan. Damn, would I like to hear that again. Repeatedly. “What are you going on about?”
He shifts on the couch a little bit. “You are a minx princesa. The things you do to me.” So there was some interest
You giggle shyly. “I’m just eating ice cream, Pedro.”
He smirks then lunges forward to grab at your hips and bring you into his lap. You settle there, straddling him in shock. “I think I’d like some now.”
You stare at him a moment longer before startling when he squeezes your hip. You scoop some ice cream onto the spoon and bring it up to his mouth. He grabs your wrist to steady you and wraps his lips around the spoon. Your heart is absolutely racing right now. This shouldn’t be as erotic as it is. He groans a little at the sweet flavor and releases the spoon with a smack of his lips.
“That’s fucking delicious. I see why you like it so much.” You can only nod. He grabs the bowl from your hands to put it down on the table and leans in to nuzzle your neck. He nips your earlobe and whispers, “I bet you taste sweeter.”
A shiver runs down your spine and you moan softly. He smiles into your neck, leaving kitten licks all along the side.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? You gonna let Daddy taste you sweet girl? Let him fuck you with his tongue?” he moans.
You moan even louder, rocking your hips into his. “Fuck Pedro. Please,” you whimper. You were so needy for your best friend’s touch. It was almost pathetic how easily he made you melt.
Pedro growls playfully and picks you up off of him to stand up. “Sit down for me baby.” You gladly obey. “Shit hermosa, you’re so desperate aren’t you? Reeling at the thought of a real man pleasuring you until you scream.” You can only whimper, reaching to pull him down towards your lips. He tastes so sweet. Like caramel and something uniquely him. His lips so soft, his mustache tickling you slightly. Never in a million years did you think you would get to kiss Pedro. But, it’s finally happening.
Pedro bit your bottom lip gently and tugged at it. You moaned wantonly. “Shirt and pants off now, babygirl.” He quickly reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and off. You lifted your hips and shucked your jeans off and over the couch. Pedro chuckled at your eagerness. You pulled him back in for another mind-blowing kiss.
“Pedro please,” you moan. He grips your throat, gently squeezing.
“That’s not my name babygirl. Try again,” he growls. This man is going to be the death of you. It’s like you’re meant to be together.
“Please Daddy,” you cry out. Pedro smirked in triumph, squeezing your throat again.
“That’s right cariño. Such a good girl.” Pedro nips at your collarbone, appreciating all of the newly exposed skin. He starts to make his way downward, kissing and sucking wherever he can. He marks you up until he gets to your panties. He starts playing with the waistband, teasingly pulling the elastic. “This is what you want, yeah? You want me to eat your sweet little pussy till you’re shaking?”
“Yes Daddy! Please… please I need you,” you practically beg. He starts to leave hot kisses at your clothed core and suck hickies into your thighs. Pedro lightly taps your thigh, signaling you to lift your hips so he can slide your panties down. He groans at the sight of you dripping for him.
Pedro throws your panties over his shoulder and dives in between your legs. You cry out in ecstasy at the feeling of your best friend’s tongue. His mustache and stubble were leaving a heavenly burn. You already know you’re going to be red for days.
“I knew you’d taste sweet baby. So much sweeter than that ice cream,” he says, slightly muffled. You can only choke out a moan, tugging harshly at his hair. Pedro growls at that. Fuck that was hot. You tug harder and pull him into you further.
He continues to lap at your cunt, sucking your clit harshly. You feel him start to trace out a word with his tongue while he slides a finger into your entrance. M-I-N-E. He marked what’s his. You can’t help but preen at that, arching your back and all but screaming his name. Pedro owned you now. He has ruined any other man for you and you both knew it.
Pedro adds another finger and pumps faster. You’re at the edge. One final harsh suck to your clit was all it took to have you screaming his name. He let you ride out your high before he kissed his way back up to your neck.
“So fucking good for me cariño. Such a good little girl.” You whine at his praise. Pedro chuckles softly and nips at your ear. “You ready for me?” he asks gently. You nod your head and start moving off the couch onto your knees. You wanted to return the favor. “Wait, wait. You can do that next time babygirl. I need you now. Get your ass back up here,” he tells you.
“Can I ride you, Daddy? Please,” you beg. Pedro groans and situates himself so he is the one lying back on the couch.
“So needy. You can ride Daddy’s cock anytime cariño, especially if you ask like that.” You smile mischievously and straddle his lap.
You slowly sink down onto Pedro, savoring every inch. You both moan when you finally bottom out. Pedro is gripping your hips tight, definitely leaving bruises for later. You swivel your hips, still adjusting to his size. He growls and reaches up for your neck again, squeezing it slightly.
“Move baby. Fuck, you look so good on top. I don’t understand how any man can walk out on this.” You absolutely melt into him. You are practically dripping on him now.
“Pedro,” you breathe, rocking back and forth. He squeezes your neck a little tighter.
“What’s my name, babygirl?” You whine out.
“Daddy,” you sigh. “Shit, you feel so good.” You start to move up and down on his cock, feeling every damn inch of him. “Fuck,” you whimper. Pedro smacks your ass while keeping a hand on your throat. Your eyes roll back as you arch your back. You feel Pedro grip back onto your hip and meet your thrusts with fervor.
“Just like that cariño. Don’t stop baby.” You move faster, the only sound in the room being both of your heavy breaths and skin slapping skin.
Pedro starts to fuck up into you harder, reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. You were already so close and his actions were about to send you over the edge. You whine and tug at his hair, moving faster. “I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum Daddy.”
“Let go for me little girl. Cum for me,” he grunts. His thrusts were starting to get sporadic, signaling he wasn’t going to last much longer either.
Pedro squeezes your neck again and you’re falling over. You toss your head back and scream his name in bliss. The neighbors definitely heard that, but neither of you cared. Pedro starts to move you off of him but you place your hands on his chest in protest.
“Cum in me please. I need to feel you.” Pedro growls at that and picks up his pace before you feel him spill into you. You milk him for all that he has, helping him ride out his high. He made some of the sexiest sounds you have ever heard and you make a mental note to figure out what else you can do to get him to make those noises again.
“Fuck hermosa,” he breathes, “You’re incredible.” You blush, trying to hide your face in his neck. “Don’t get shy now babygirl. How was that for spicing things up?”
You smile and sit back up to look at him. “That… was everything I dreamed of. Please tell me we can do that again.”
Pedro chuckles. “Get your ass to my room and we can talk more,” he smirks.
You laugh and get off his lap with a groan. You already missed the feel of him. “Hope you can keep up old man,” you giggle, already running towards his room, excited for more.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now amor.” Pedro runs after you, snagging you before you could make it through the door. “You’re mine Y/N. Please say you’re mine”
You smile sweetly. “I’m yours amor. Always have been.” You reach up onto your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “No need for a boombox this time,” you chuckle coyly.
Pedro laughs and throws you onto the bed. “You’re lucky I love you cariño.” He kisses you deeply.
“I love you too Pedro.” You smile so wide it hurts.
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Thor’s favorite flavor of pop-tart is cherry.
Clint has various nest throughout the tower vents. Sometimes he even sleeps up there.
Natasha secretly loves Nicki Minaj.
Steve does too.
Bucky is a cat person and loves going to shelters to play with them.
Tony has food hidden all throughout the tower.
Bruce loves watching kids shows. It relaxes him. Sometimes Tony even catches him humming the theme songs.
Tony once rigid J.A.R.V.I.S. to play “Hammer Time” every time Thor walked into a room.
In retaliation, Thor had J.A.R.V.I.S. play “Heartless”.
Steve is a horrible chief, but an amazing baker.
Pietro once tried to run on water. That was the same day they learned he can’t swim.
Wanda loves reality shows.
Thor is amazing at chess.
Sam was a Captain America nerd as a child.
Bruce prefers tea to coffee.
Clint and Natasha have contests to see who can stick as many magnets to Bucky’s arm before getting caught. Natasha holds the record at 37.
~Jaz
[y/n]: *on the phone* dad? i need your help! i-
bruce: is the manor on fire?
[y/n]: ...no?
bruce: then it’s not an emergency *hangs up*
tim: well? what did he say? what we do about the portal to hell in the living room?
[y/n]: apparently it’s not an emergency
jason: *being strangled by a demon* HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY??
I was only a days old when my dad started watching this show, maybe that’s why my life is so f*cked up
Reblog if this is true by you.
By me…. totally that line had change my life
RB if your blog is a safe, accepting space for asexuals!
Requested: Yes Request: Can you write an imagine about being in a poly relationship with Jason and Roy??
Well girl since I have no idea for an imagine you’re gonna have to suffer some headcanons
These boys tho
Like you have to survive from love and air
Because your fridge is constantly empty because of them
They’ll walk in at X time of night and eat everything
“WHO ATE ALL MY SALAD?”
“I was hungry,” *insert Jays cute puppy face*
“What am I supposed to eat?”
“You can eat me,” *Insert roy smirk*
They’re really protective tho
Like expect to sleep engulfed between the two large men
Guns always at the ready
So much testosterone everywhere
Like constant fight about which one’s better in bed
Always ends up with a hardcore threesome
So much patching up every night
Like they can’t be careful even once
Fuck them, Assholes
You still love them nonetheless
how can you not
Have you not seen them
Im done, thank you
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With love, -K
summary: you’re being a little too bratty for peter’s liking, so he takes a leaf out of spider-man’s book and punishes you the first way that comes to mind.
warnings: smut; swearing, teasing, dirty talk, dom!peter, spitting, use of web-shooters, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.
word count: 5,468
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Request:
So ik you probably gets lots of Dom Spencer requests, but I wanted to do a Professor Reid x reader smut request? Where she either teases him a bunch or he just really wants go fuck her so one day he gets fed up and smut happens? (he fucks her in his office etc) and maybe add some punishment into the mix? Like he has her call him doctor/Professor and he’s super dom and rough? I’ve never really seen anything with this prompt so I’d love to see you do it! Thanks and I love your writing so much btw - @capsarcasticplier
A/N: Thank you so much for a wonderful request! Prof Reid owns my entire soul. I hope that you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please don’t ask me for a Part 2, y’all - I have a whole series with Prof Reid coming up, lol! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut! Content Warning: Spanking, Adults w/ Age Gap (14yrs), oral sex (male receiving), Teacher/Student, fingering, penetrative sex, degradation, cursing, roughhousing, gagging Word Count: 9.2K
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There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us.
That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.
Spencer Reid didn’t even try to hide his past; he had practically shared his whole life story within the first few weeks of classes. Then again, I got the sense he had a hard time keeping just about anything a secret with his nasty habit of oversharing.
That was fine with me, though. I quite liked having the ammunition. In fact, I had prepared to use that information today. Because unlike the rest of the thirsty bitches in the class, I wasn’t auditing. I was in this shit.
And today was the class I’d been waiting for for over a month.
“Criminal partnerships aren’t actually as rare as people might believe, with more than one fifth of all serial killers operating in teams, usually composed of two individuals.”
His voice had already sent half the girls in the class into a trance, but I was trying to focus on the content. After all, I didn’t want to miss my chance. I could feel it coming in my bones.
“In a typical partnership, there are two roles. I’m sure you’re all familiar with them already. If you’ve done the reading you should be more than a little familiar. Anyone want to—”
He cut himself off when he noticed the speed with which I raised my hand, a saccharine smile on my face. The expression he returned told me he knew he was in dangerous territory. Nonetheless, he called on me.
“Yes, (Y/n)?”
“Dominant and submissive.” I said matter-of-factly, leaning forward in my seat as I lowered my hand.
“That’s right—“ He started, but I managed to stop him with my loud interruption from the back of the room.
“But there are tons of different types of dominant and submissive partnerships.” He seemed intrigued, and also very concerned about the fact that I was still talking. It wasn’t that unheard of for me to be mouthy in class. I think he knew where I was going with this.
I hoped so. I would have been disappointed if he didn’t. His silence gave me the implicit permission to continue. “It can be master and disciple, parental, siblings, or romantic.”
He smiled, the kind that dimpled his cheeks as it showed just how hard he was trying not to say something.
“So you did the reading,” was what came out instead of whatever had him biting his tongue.
“Of course,” I admitted with a shrug, “But I actually have a question, Professor.”
There was something about the way I felt when I talked to him. It was like the rest of the class disappeared, the tension between the two of us transporting us to another reality. Other times, it felt like the two of us were starring in a movie, and they were the audience watching our every move with rapt attention.
There was a reason everyone joked that I was Teacher’s Pet.
“What’s that?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pocket. My eyes immediately flittered down to his crotch with the movement, and when I returned my gaze to his eyes, I saw him smirking with raised eyebrows.
I didn’t mind that he noticed. Part of me wanted him to.
“Which one are you?”
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https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/2019/10/8623059/sugar-skull-makeup-day-of-dead-cultural-appropriation
https://www.vogue.mx/estilo-de-vida/galeria/desfile-de-catrinas-en-la-cdmx-mega-procesion-imagenes-en-el-angel-de-la-independencia?image=5db4cb97595ddf00096f1035
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