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wrath - santiago garcia
i am cooking on these holyy. lowkey proud of myself. I think i'll do an aftercare series next because not every fic has that and sometimes it's nice to have some fluff.
cw: hate (?) sex, darkish santi but dw everything is okay, enemies to enemies who fuck, banter, badassery gone wrong, riding, biting, degradation, mentions of injury and violence (pg description), kinda pwp
songs to listen to: caroline by artemas, you've been a bad girl by artemas...anything by artemas....
OKAY HOT TAKE I THINK SANTI WAS OSCAR'S HOTTEST ROLE. highkey a snack.
okay okay on with the show xox
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Fish and Will, the other two on your team, had been wise enough to take a separate Jeep, seeing the venomous look in Santi's eye.
A quiet rattling from the undercarriage over the rocky terrain was the only sound between you.
You held an ice pack to your chest, trying to soothe the burning ache. A rubber mallet to the sternum was a hard hit to take, and you'd only recently regained the ability to breathe. Trying to swallow air as quietly as you could, you shifted towards the window, determined not to look at your partner.
Santi hadn't said a word, jaw clenched sharp enough to cut diamond. The anger rolling off of him clouded the air; a mix of sweat, heat and loamy soil. An irony twinge made your skin crawl. Blood was still caked under your fingernails and flecked on his cheek.
The stakeout hadn't gone well. In fact, Murphy's law seemed to be the only rule in action out in the backwoods, because nothing had gone to plan. The bodyguards for your target had switched shifts, the numbers were wrong, the target came home early...in short, it was a bloodbath.
Fish and Will took the supply van, trundling along in front of the armored Jeep Pope was currently driving.
Guilt and anger roiled in your gut. Yes, you'd been reckless. yes, Santi had reason to be angry. Did you get out alive and with the cash? Also yes, so at this point you weren't sure why it was still an issue.
"There's more ice in the back," Santi's low rumble broke the silence. His gaze was still locked forward, tone giving no room for further conversation.
You nodded thanks, grabbing a new pack and throwing the melted one into the garbage bag. The cold bite made you hiss. Santi flicked his eyes to yours in the mirror, then back on the road.
"Grab the map."
Sighing through your nose, you complied, shoving the messily folded sheet at him. His hand stalled as he grabbed the paper, clenching hard enough to tear.
"Interesting," he growled, "you can listen."
You glared daggers. This was not the conversation you wanted to have right now. Don't engage, just leave him alone.
"About time you decided to act right."
okay, fuck you.
Shoving forwards to the passenger seat, you stuck your face as close as possible to Pope's fuming profile.
"I got out," you spat, "and I got out alive, and I got out with an extra 50k. I was gonna offer it to you, but-"
Santi revved the engine and swerved off the road, swearing in heated Spanish. You screamed, thrown against the door from the force of the vehicle. Shrubs and branches crunched under the heavy wheels, and you tumbled onto the dash, chest searing with pain.
Hands hooked under your arms and dragged you into the humid fog. You thrashed and wailed, choking on breath. A familiar tan palm slapped over your mouth, and you felt Pope's grip tighten around your bicep.
While you struggled to comprehend what the fuck just happened, Santiago brought your ear up to his mouth and seethed.
"Listen very closely," he said quietly. "I have put up with you for five weeks. Five. Cinco. I am going to give you five minutes to run as fast as you possibly fucking can until I drive off without you. Otherwise, I'll put a round through your skull. Comprende?"
You shivered and coughed, mind doing pirouettes. Where did this come from? No, you didn't like Pope, but he'd never...
"Wh-why?" you croaked around his hand. With an umph you were shoved to the mossy floor, scrabbling away from him. Santi stalked forwards, dark gaze heavy and strong.
"You don't listen. You don't shoot. you fight good, but you risked all of us for what, a moment of glory? Puta," he hissed, grabbing your jaw again.
His arms rippled under a sheen of sweat and dewy raindrops. You struggled to suck in a breath, the injury on your chest throbbing with every inhale.
"P-please don't," you stuttered, trying to stand. He shoved you down, broad palm strong against your chest. A defeated whimper slipped between your lips. Santi clicked his tongue. Mocking.
"Cry later, you've got some ground to cover."
With a shove, you were stumbling forwards into a loping run. The jungle terrain was unfamiliar but you plowed forwards. Sharp leaves whipped your cheeks, wet bark and sticky sap clinging to your already drenched clothes.
Pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat. You had five minutes. 180 steps a minute, that meant you had 900 steps before-
A loud crashing came behind you. He cheated. It had not been five minutes, and Santi was a lot faster. You sprinted hard, trying not to slip on the slick leaves.
With a huge leap, you crossed a small creek and crawled up the bank. A few seconds later you heard Santi splash through.
You weren't going to outrun him. Hide. You could hide. you were good at that; being quiet and still. There was enough mud and foliage caked on you to blend in with the shrubbery.
Trying to quell your shivering limbs, you crept beneath a rotting log, rutting out a small ditch to cower in.
The forest was quiet. Every sound you made sounded amplified. Your ears strained to pick up Santi's careful footsteps.
Trying to track a Marine, huh? Good fucking luck.
You settled lower and sniffled. Better just to accept it.
"You can come out now."
It stunned you to silence. You weren't expecting him to catch up so soon. Biting your lip, you shakily crawled out of your hiding spot, hands timidly raised to your ears.
Santi stood a few feet away, posture relaxed and wide. His powerful legs were strong and steady, arms folded over his chest. Fish. God, you should have called Fish.
Fear choking your throat, your shook as he walked closer, stopping nose to nose. Raw anger radiated off of him, almost in visible rays. You met his gaze bravely, but the tears bubbling gave away your terror.
Santi's hand moved to his waistband and you flinched reflexively. His hand came up to smack you and you barreled forwards, tackling him to the soggy jungle floor. Desperately, you clawed at his chest, trying to stave him off and get back to the car. He grabbed your ankle, yanking you back into his chest.
A splitting scream tore from your throat before he stuck a thumb in your mouth, efficiently gagging you.
"Stop it, st- shut it-" he growled, pinning your arms at your sides. You grunted furiously, kicking at his ankle. Santi swore again and hitched up so your feet flailed in the air.
"I'm not gonna shoot you," he spat, wrestling you against a tree, "would you fucking stay still chrissakes, stop hitting me." Your brain took a moment to catch up, after which you fell limp.
Relief coursed through your veins.
Santi breathed heavily. "Can you...jesus can you stop moving? I need to-"
"Drop your gun," you said as soon as he removed his hand.
"Wh...I don't have a gun." His eyes were genuinely perplexed.
You kneed up to his waist, connecting with the hardness there. "yes, you do."
He buckled, groaning. Bewildered, you watched him swallow a curse before it clicked.
"...Are you-"
"Shut up," he growled, before devouring your mouth.
Oxygen deprivation was getting to you. You went slack when his tongue pushed into your mouth, harsh and greedy. Santi's grip was bruising on your arms as he kept them pinned to your sides.
"Why," he panted between sucks, "do you have to be so fucking difficult-" a groan cut him off and he returned to your neck, biting and licking for dear life.
You huffed and whimpered, overwhelmed by his attention. He kissed you angrily, teeth gnashing and clicking. A tang of iron when you bit his lip made him moan, grinding up against you.
The sharp grain of the tree you were pressed against dug into your shoulder. Lust burning, you ground back against him, urging him to kiss lower. He complied, still growling obscenities as he migrated to your collarbones.
"You hah have got to s-stop," he groaned again, flexing his hips, "f-ffucking around."
Your hands, free from his punishing grip, fumbled with his zipper. Pope shoved up against the tree harder, shucking his jeans in one go. You yelped before his hand jammed down your pants, finding the wet patch on your panties. A muffled whine was cut off by his lips while he dug his thumb into your soft, waiting heat.
A guttural purr rumbled out of his still-bloody lips, pressed against your temple. You buried your face shamefully in his neck as he thrust his fingers roughly into you, tearing blinding heat through your spine. You wailed and bucked, trying to urge him to slow down.
His thick digits were dragging against your puffy walls, spreading slick over his hand. Santi felt his eyes cross with the feeling of your wonderfully tight folds fluttering. He gritted his teeth and curled harder, wanting to see the tears threating to fall.
You gave him his wish, shuddering back against the branches as a sudden wave crashed into you, wetness gushing as your cunt sucked desperately at his fingers. He stopped moving and you screamed, wanting to ride it out with some semblance of comfort.
"Don't be greedy," he growled, ripping his soaking fingers from your hole. You whined and wriggled in his tight grip. Santi scowled and nipped your jaw, shoving down his boxers.
The cool evening air tickled, sending gooseflesh down his legs. He stammered a sigh, yanking your hips down over him. You choked at the intrusion, his girth tearing at your walls.
"S-slow down," you pleaded, pushing against his firm chest, "hurts-"
Santi cooed menacingly, thrusting up as hard as he could go. Tears cascaded down your flushed cheeks as he began a punishing pace, the scrape of your tender flesh against the rough floor was music to his ears.
"Hush," he whispered in your ear, groping at your chest, "just hush." You mewled and hiccupped, hips rolling against your will. Burning pleasure twirled up your core as he humped against your spongy center, stroking just there oh-
As he felt your walls pulse and tighten, Pope pulled away, stifling a moan at the loss. Your wet warmth was addicting - but watching you struggle was so much more satisfying. His eyes were heavy-lidded and drunk on the power, seeing your gaze shift from defiant to submissive.
"There we go," he breathed, reaching down to massage at your clit. You whined and leaned forwards, sucking his jaw into your mouth. "Feels better now that you listen, huh? See, see, you don't have to fight m-me ah ohffuck," he whined high and sharp when you yanked his hips forward into yours, crushing his cock between you.
Santi stumbled as you rutted hard, grinding against his weeping length. Stammering and swearing, he grappled for the upper hand, but you pressed him down firmly. Your shirt was rucked high, rosy nipples bouncing with every stroke. You refused to take him inside, face set as you chased a high.
He breathed hard, trying to stave off the rollicking pleasure singing through his veins.
"Stop," he growled, "S-stop, be gahhh," he howled when you reached down and squeezed his balls, making his thighs twitch and seize violently.
"Doesn't feel good, does it," you spat, eyes hazy and chest heaving. You looked desperately beautiful atop him, and Santi felt a strong surge coming through his length.
Your wet heat slid quickly against him, slick dripping onto his stomach. The smell of musk wafted up, adding to the tantalizing taste of you on his lips. Twigs and brambles dug into his back. Pope had stopped fighting, submitting entirely to your strong pace.
Short, stuttering whines lilted from your slack pout as you got closer. He grabbed your hips, grinding you hard on his needy tip. You sighed with pleasure and began rubbing your clit furiously, the rosy, stiff bud shining like a pearl in your velvety folds.
He was in heaven. You shuddered and moaned, folds fluttering and gushing hard over him. Santi bucked at the feeling of your climax, finishing quickly over his abs. You kept thrusting, pleasure overriding your mind.
"More," you breathed, digging your heels into the soft soil, "oh Santi please."
He couldn't deny that, though every nerve was screaming in overstimulation. You continued to wreck him on the jungle floor, simmering in lustful heat.
Later he crawled back to the Jeep, a half-conscious you slung over his shoulders. Fish and Will were waiting, but made no comment at your kiss-bitten neck and Santi's lust-blown eyes.
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Long Night
Lucifer x Alastor x Vox
I made this as a joke but got really into it
tags: hate sex, dubcon, threesome, blowjobs, anal, short oneshot, smut
WC: 580
This is my first smut, so tell me what I should improve on.
Alastor was kneeled down between Vox and Lucifer, the TV headed man in front of him palming Alastor’s cock through his trousers with his blue-tipped hands.
As Vox teased him from the front, Lucifer did so from the back, one hand pressing on Alastor’s asshole, again through the trousers, while the other kept it’s digits wrapped around his neck, pressing him back into Lucifer’s chest.
“Now, be a good boy Al and open that mouth of yours.” Lucifer said in his ear, his voice deep and sultry.
Alastor scoffed, his expression nervous but as always, the grin remained, “Like hell I wi-”
Lucifer tightened his grasp on his neck, cutting him off as Vox grinned maniacally at Alastor, “I think you forget who has the power here now.” Vox chuckled out before grasping Alastor’s jaw tightly, “Now open your goddamn mouth.”
Alastor’s grin - somehow - widened, “And how do you know I won’t bite your dick off?”
Lucifer started sinking his sharp nails into Alastor’s throat, not damaging the skin, but hard enough to cause some pain, “Because if you do, I’ll make sure to tell all of Hell about how your soul is owned by someone else, which I’m sure would heavily tarnish your reputation.”
Alastor gulped as a cold sweat overcame him, nerves filling him, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but be heavily aroused by all of this. The force involved along with the feeling of Lucifer’s hand on his ass had him practically coming already.
Not yet though.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Vox shoved his dick in, a hand moving Alastor’s head back and forth across his length. As Vox groaned, Lucifer’s hand moved up to Alastor’s tail, stroking before pulling at it which caused a moan to go through him.
Vox groaned louder as the moan caused vibrations to go through him. “You damn slut- ah- Lucifer, do you have it ready?”
“Of course I do.”
Alastor furrowed his brows in confusion before he felt a warm tingle of magic and all of a sudden his clothes were gone. Something warm then pressed against his asshole, getting shoved in before it started to vibrate. Letting out moans and groans, Vox felt himself getting closer to release before the dildo got removed from Alastor’s ass, quickly being replaced by Lucifer’s dick, causing all of them to moan from the sensation.
“Damn it, even after that you’re still so tight,” Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to come right then and there. Leaning forward, he bit down on Alastor’s shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to have him moan from the sensation.
With each thrust from both Vox and Lucifer, Alastor felt himself about to come. The slapping of Lucifer’s balls against his own had him break, clenching down as his cock let out spurts of cum. Lucifer finished as soon as he felt the clenching, Vox following soon behind as Alastor’s moans stimulated him, letting out a glitching moan.
As they both pulled out, Alastor swallowed Vox’s cum before taking long deep breaths. Lucifer pressed his chest against Alastor’s back, petting his head degradingly before whispering out a sultry, “Good boy..” Licking his lips, a large grin appeared on his face, “But we’re not done here.”
Vox clutched at Alastor’s jaw harshly, a grin also adorned on his face. As he heard buzzing sounds, Vox got closer to the deer demon’s face, “You’re in for a long night.”
welp atleast mikey's not mad lolol
god complex. // sanzu haruchiyo x fem! reader.
all characters are aged up.
this content includes : nonconsensual sex, dom! sanzu haruchiyo, creampie, breeding kink, choking, hair pulling, pwp, no prep, fear play, hate sex, no aftercare, cheating, semi-public sex.
N/A : this was quick so sorry, ill write more – this has been in my mind for awhile and I finally managed to get back to writing.
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Sanzu absolutely hated your guts, you were spoiled, and thought you were above him, thinking so highly of yourself. He can't have that, no, he can't. He has this sick fantasy of putting your spoiled self in place, and that's how exactly he got you cornered, in Mikey's— no, your husband's room, and bent over, your lacey panties pulled down to your ankles.
It was an embarrassing sight to be honest. Your face was flushed red, and you were shaking in fear from the gun pointed at your skull.
"Scream for help, princess and I'll blow your brains out." You did not know if he was lying, but looking at his eyes, glossed with lust and craze, he probably wasn't. He got off on people's pain, but was he about to actually kill you? Mikey's wife?
"It's about time I put you on your place, yeah? Thinking you can boss people around, just cause you're Mikey's cute lil wifey?" You could only whimper in pain, as he had his pants unzipped, and his dick out, rubbing the tip on that nerves that would make you let out a quiet moan.
"Please.. Please.. Stop." was the only thing you could let out from your plump lips, but he did not care, flipping you around and kissing you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth, as you could only cry.
Pulling away, he hummed, strings of saliva snapping and dripping on your chest. "You telling me to stop makes me want to destroy you more. So go on, spit some more. My guns loaded, princess." You hated that nickname, even though Mikey would call you that sometimes, but it was so degrading, you could only let out sobs from your mouth, which turned into an empty scream when he shoved his dick inside, slamming against your cervix, as if trying to force himself in your womb.
God, did it hurt, your sobs just continued, but so did he, pulling out and slamming repeatedly, against your g-spot, which absolutely ruined you.
Your mascara, that you have put on for Mikey was ruined, smudged on your face, that Sanzu couldn't help but take a picture, you're unsure if he would set it as his wallpaper, but judging by how insane he was, he probably would, and flex it to the Haitani brothers, on how he managed to put your bratty ass in check.
He continued his assault, putting his gun on the table next to you.
You had half a thought to grab it, but you knew he was faster, and stronger too. He would probably grab it before you can, so you decide to go limp and cry silently as he assaulted your now swollen pussy.
Sanzu grunted, pulling on your hair whilst he gripped onto your neck with his other, his thrust getting more sloppy.
It was then you only realized that he was not wearing a condom, and you were not on birth control since you and Mikey were trying for a child.
"Wh— Wai— Please.. Pull out. Not on—" You were cut off by the sound of your moans, that band in your stomach tightening up.
"Not on birth control? Oh, baby, I know that. You and my boss trying out for a child, mm... I know. Don't worry, I'll give it to you. Gonna get you pregnant." He grinned lazily, as he stared at your horrified face, struggling and squirming to get out of his hold, to no avail, he was stronger, you were weak.
With one last thrust, he shoved his dick inside you, spurting his cum straight into your womb.
An orgasm was ripped out of you, forced and unwilling, your face twisted into some form of ahegao, and god did he love it.
He continued to thrust, lazily, to keep his cum inside you, desperate to impregnate your fertile pussy.
You were snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of the door opening, and the sound of your husbands voice.
"Sanzu, I told you to wait for me."
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Not Jegulus having angry sex and the James pulls a Regulus "This is a parting gift" Black 😭😭😭
I wrote a Lucas one-shot for the LITGFanFic prompt challenge on Reddit. It's smutty and horrible. Enjoy!
Don't forget when they have hate sex but its sweet and tender and the other starts to question if they really hate the other while theyre asleep so peacefully.
I just love Hero x Villan!
Especially when its not one sided. They both feel the connection but actively fight it!
Or when the villan is in a relationship with the hero but is keeping their villan identity a secret. How fun is that!
Or when neither of them know each others' identities while in a relationship. And the hero reveals who they are and the villan is shook! They start to question if they can continue their dubious deeds. Realizing who they have been hurting. Internally panicking about what to do!
Or when the villan and hero slowly start to understand each other and start having heart to hearts.
Or when the hero and villan through their many battles have gained great respect for each other. And when one dies the other is at first shocked but then grieves for the loss of that special person.
Or when the villan manipulates and persuades the hero into their plans. Always staying 3 steps ahead of the hero while teasing them. Creating a burning passion in the hero that balances on the thin line that is love and hate.
Or when the hero and villan had a past together before they became who they are. The hero trying desperately to bring back the person they knew and the villan trying desperately to get rid of the hero.
I can go on and on and on.
Day 3 - Hate sex
Wally Darling x Howdy Pillar
Word count: 509 Reading time: ~2 mins
A/N: Sorry this is only headcannons/bullet points, it was a very busy day today
It happens because Wally is - once again - trying to steal apples from the bugdega
Howdy's just had enough. He's tried the "Wally not welcome" sign, getting Barnaby to keep an eye on the little puppet, and even kicking him out anytime he catches Wally. And yet nothing seems to happen.
So he gives up being nice or even passive-aggressive and just decides to do the only thing that he can think to help him release all the pent-up anger he feels towards Wally
He grabs Wally by the arm and picks him up, holding him at face height and letting him dangle from one of his top hands while staring him in the eyes.
Howdy is pissed and - for the first time in a long time - flips the bugdega's sign to "closed" before dragging Wally to the storeroom
He throws Wally down on a table back there that he uses to unpack certain things and uses his bottom hands to grab Wally's hips and pins him down, making sure his stomach is pressed against the table
Normally, at this point, his conscience would've been able to break through and tell him this was wrong… But the way Wally seemed to be intentionally pushing his ass backwards had his mind going fuzzy.
Leans down and growls "You want this too huh, slut? You want me to do this don't you?"
Wally can't help but babble and then nod before pressing his face against the table, attempting to push his ass backwards and into Howdy's bulge once again
Howdy can't hold himself back anymore and rips Wally's trousers - literally rips them - off of the smaller puppet before tossing the scrap fabric off to the side. His boxers are quick to follow.
Howdy doesn't even bother taking his trousers or boxers all the way off, just shoving them halfway down his thighs before gripping his cock with one of his free hands
Both of them are surprised by how easily his cock slips into Wally's ass, but neither of them are complaining about it
Wally is almost sure that he's going to split a seam with how hard Howdy is fucking into him, but he wouldn't complain if it happened
Howdy is taking out every ounce of aggression he's ever felt working a customer service job on Wally, using his tight little hole to relieve himself of everything
(He does love his job, customer service is just soul-sucking)
He doesn't stop when Wally cums on the table and makes a mess, only making fun of him as it drips onto the floor and creates a small puddle on the concrete
Wally doesn't get a break after he cums - no, Howdy just can't stop himself and his stamina is much higher than Wally's
It goes on for a minimum for 30 minutes as Howdy rails Wally, using him more as a toy than a partner and Wally fucking LOVES it
By the time Howdy finally finishes and stuffs Wally with his seed, Wally is nothing but a teary eyes, babbling, red-faced mess