Idk If You Do This Type Of Stuff But Could You Do One Where The Reader And David Are Doing The Do And

Idk if you do this type of stuff but could you do one where the reader and david are doing the do and she accidentally calls him daddy and he tells the whole group on camera and everything, so you get him back by spilling loads of his kinks or whatever to them? X

Spill…

A/N: Hope you like this one!! It’s short and sweet but I gave it all I could, the smut warning is obvious but it’s right from the start so please be warned!!

The previous night…

David’s hands are rested under your ass as he pounds into you, holding you up against the wall while your legs sit high on his hips.

‘Fuck baby you’re so fucking tight.’ He groans in your ear, your hands gripping his hair as you gasp loudly, his cock filling you perfectly.

‘Shit David I can’t hold it.’ You whine, your hips rocking with his to intensify the feelings.

‘You’ve held it so fucking well princess, cum around my cock.’ He attaches his lips to your neck and sucks hard. He pulls out of you so only the tip is in you before thrusting full force up to the hilt. You cum apart, screaming as loud as your voice is able to.

‘Fuck yes daddy!’ You rest against the wall, panting as you feel David’s cum filling you, him groaning as he hits his peak.

You rest against each other panting, David’s head resting against your chest and his shoulders start shaking as he laughs quietly.

‘Uh David why are you laughing?’ You murmur, a confused look in your eye.

He looks at you and smirks, still chuckling.

‘Yes Daddy!’ He mimics, moaning loudly.

‘Fuck you!’ You shout, a blush rising on your cheeks as you didn’t realise what you had said.

‘Mmm,’ David groans, gripping your ass and carrying you over to the bed. ‘I thought I just did,’ he drops onto the bed, pulling you on top of him. ‘Do you need some more princess?’

‘Fuck yes,’ you laugh and he flips you over making you laugh as he kisses down your body.

The next day….

You sit on the couch, everyone dotted around you as you all catch up. You’re sat next to David and he’s nestled in a blanket, his glasses on with his hood up, the ultimate image of coziness.

Todd is telling everyone about a time when a girl kept calling him Tom in bed by accident and David keeps giggling, to the point where tears are rolling down his cheeks. You know exactly why he’s laughing and you elbow him in the ribs to shut him up.

‘David it’s funny but it’s not that funny,’ You mutter, your cheeks going red.

‘Let us in on the joke dude!’ Heath says, and everyone nods in agreement. David sits up and looks at you smirking.

‘So last night,’ you cut him off by shoving a hand over his mouth cutting him off.

‘You say a word and you’re dead.’ You glare at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

‘Awh c’mon Y/N let him tell us!’ Zane shouts, throwing a cushion at you.

‘Fine… but you can all fuck off!’ You mutter, shoving the cushion over your face to hide the redness in your cheeks.

‘Okaaaay,’ David starts, sitting up and pretending to roll up his sleeves. ‘So last night me and Y/N were… making love.’ Everyone Awwww’s teasingly and you move the pillow down to roll your eyes at him.

‘We were fucking.’ You say deadpan and everyone ‘oooh’s’ like they’re in an audience at a game show, as David puts his hand up to his chest.

‘Ouch my heart,’ he wipes a fake tear away. ‘Okay so me and Y/N were fucking.’ He looks at you teasingly. ‘And Y/N was about to… Well yeah and she goes ‘yes Daddy!’

Your face practically bursts into flames as everyone cracks up laughing and you push the pillow to your face.

‘Yes Y/N, get it!’

‘Ooh Y/N you kinky girl!’

‘Y/N you can call me daddy if you want.’

You throw the cushion in the general direction of the room and go to leave, David’s arms wrapping around you and pulling you back down.

‘Wait Y/N I’m sorry.’ He whines, nestling into your hair.

‘Yeah I’m sorry girl don’t feel bad.’

‘Don’t feel bad!’

‘Honestly, it’s hot!’

As everyone apologises and you find yourself relaxing a smirk forms on your lips as you come up with an idea.

‘I think it’s only fair that I share a few of your kinks now… Daddy.’ You wink at him and everyone screams there approval.

‘No! How is that fair?’ David complains, pleading you with his eyes.

‘Uh dude that’s totally fair, you like humiliated her.’ Heath replies, laughing.

‘Urgh… Okay Fine.’ David says laughing. ‘I don’t have anything to hide.

‘Okaaaay,’ you mimic David from earlier, loving the nervous look in his eyes. ‘David has a huge thing for choking, obviously,’ you wink at the group. ‘He also loves edging and using ties too. Oh and he really likes praise. Spanking, biting, using toys. I think he has an oral fascination too but hey I’m not complaining. He loves using a blindfold… Oh and he really loves when I stick a finger up his-’ David shoves a hand over your mouth at the last second, cutting off your words.

‘Jesus Y/N! I told them one thing for fucks sake!’ His eyes are wide and a blush falls on his cheeks as everyone stares at David wide eyed before they all crack up laughing again. While they’re distracted he secretly grips the hair at the nape of your neck and whispers in your ear.

‘If you think I’m not getting you for this you’ve got another thing coming princess.’ His words are a growl and a tingle runs through your body at what he might have in store for you.

You turn to him, a glint in your eye and a smirk on your lips.

‘I can’t wait… Daddy.’

Peace | Illya Kuryakin

Pairing: Illya Kuryakin x Reader

Warning(s): None

Request(s): Nope, just wanted to write about my man

Tagging: @thepoet1975  @raywinchester  @im-tired-please-stop

Just as the first bite of cold wind crept under his night-shirt your hand moved around his middle, warm and soft. In seconds your body was molded to his own, sharing your body heat as easily as you shared your heart. 

He could never let another close to him like this, but you were so different. 

He had never known a person to always have the right motivations, even when you were wrong. There was a purity to you, naivety perhaps, but you were the only flower in the meadow for his eyes.

Perhaps that’s why he fell for you. Why he loved you. Why he married you. 

Marriage had never been a spoken word in his life. For how could one speak about marriage what they held no knowledge to the meaning?

It was not a ring worn or a paper signed. It was not something endured but savored. He knew the meaning now as you lay so peacefully on top of him, peaceful and beautiful as always.

Marriage was a place where the savage winds ceased, where no clouds could block the warmth of the evening rays. 

It was a place where the sun would set with no fear of the darkness to come. 

Where one soul could whisper to another in a language only its mate could truly hear. A place where togetherness meant peace.

That’s all he ever wanted. Peace.

As if on cue, light footsteps behind him came to interrupt that peace. It made him seethe with anger, eyes fluttering open in an instant as his hand moved to grab that of the intruder’s.

“What do you want?” his words were mere whispers, careful not to disturb you but his tone was enough to intimidate any man.

Just not this one.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important, Peril. There’s something you should see.” Solo spoke steadily, his voice not faltering a bit despite your husband’s glare.

Illya groaned, sighing lightly. Of course, he had to ruin a moment so perfect. 

“Give me a minute.”

Napoleon nodded and took a step back, moving towards the exit rather louder than you would expect a trained spy such as him to walk. The floor squeaked and you stirred in your sleep just enough for Illya to notice as he looked back at Solo, a murderous look on his face.

“Wake her up and I will kill you.” he seethed through gritted teeth, such intensity within the pools of blue inside his eyes that for the first time even Solo felt a tinge of fear, knowing fully what the Russian spy was capable of should anyone challenge him.

He stilled his movements completely, raising his arms in surrender as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

All he could do was watch in awe as Illya gently pulled away from your hold, moving your body to rest on top of the mattress instead as he took a moment to admire you. His hands moved ever so gracefully; surprisingly so for a man of his size as he moves the covers around you just enough to tuck you in properly. 

He knew you’d be freezing when you woke up, missing the warmth of his body like you always did when he was away.

Grabbing a proper pair of trousers from the nearest chair, Illya seized his moves yet again to hover over your sleeping form, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

With a content sigh, he was ready to leave.

He moved past Solo swiftly, leaving the poor man dazed as his brain struggled to process what he had just witnessed.

Illya Kuryakin was a 6'4 tall KGB agent with enough physical strength to kill a man with little to no effort yet here he was; always as gentle as a lamb when it came to you.

His booming voice was enough to snap Napoleon out of his daze, “You coming, Cowboy?”

Legends never die.

Edit by @rahalarts

Sleepover (Collab with @lozzypoz321)

Sebastian Stan x f!teen!co-star!reader, MCU Cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff, crack honestly

Description: You and the MCU cast have a secret sleepover on set.

Warnings: language!!

A/N by morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by @lozzypoz321​: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind th scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is suck and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

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