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wiinterz · 4 months ago

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: •̩̩͙ ໋ KILL THY FRIEND ˖ Dean Winchester.

moc!dean x angel fem!reader

genre(s) - one-shot, supernatural elements, thriller, established relationship

description - the moment his eyes landed on you, thoughts of tracking you down and ending your existence swallowed every other thought he had. it was not the dean you knew, but truly, out of instinct. but then again, you always wanted him dead too, right? isn’t that your prophecy?

warnings - profanity, typical violence, minor character death, gore, sam getting hurt, angst, fighting

word count - 2.2k

my letter 💌 - i don’t write about men anymore, but i kin tf out of dean and had this idea in my head for over two years now. also, please note that dean does not have a romantic relationship with reader! i just really love how jensen portrayed him and wished we saw more of moc!dean because dean is such a complex character, just like everyone else. i love his character deeply, and there are so many things i wish the writers did, like actually go into his alcohol problem, etc. anyway, this is just me fangirling over how cool of a character dean is and how well jackles portrayed him.

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Fingers wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle, pushing it against his plump and bruised lip. The flies that kept passing by him made him swing his left hand by his face. Staring blankly at the body lying flat against the concrete with blood seeping out from his stomach, some parts of his guts by his head.

Lion and man could never be friends.

A sigh escaping from his lips, his eyes look up at the moth that continues to hit itself against the green lit up bar sign. “You never know when to stop.” Twisting his heel to look behind him, there stood his foe.

“You gave me an order, I did my job.” He mumbles sardonically, a smirk almost appearing on his face as he tosses the drink away. “You killed the wrong person, Dean!” Crowley shouts, yet it never pushes the dominoes in Dean down, standing flatly without a stumble. “He,” pointing at the dead body, “was a problem.” He expresses, the claw hammer he used to cut the man down lay beside his head; it was truly in Dean’s luck that no one came out in the back to see what Dean had done. Then again, it was not like Dean cared. It barely satisfied the hunger that began to grow more, yearning for a proper fight, one that would cut him down, stuffing him back into a lonesome hallway for him to crawl out of only to seek and destroy.

Crowley rubs his face, the disdain he had for Dean somehow growing a lot more than when he was human, which he could not fathom that fact. “He was our client! How do you kill-” Pausing himself, Dean’s brows crease, the stubborn blood still on his face and hands. Before Crowley could open his mouth to complain, there stood you, behind Dean.

Turning his back to face Crowley, his hand tweaks, glimpsing down at it before his eyes look to yours. The blood that spilled from the man sat under your shoes, the knife under your sleeve as you stared at him. In seconds, the headlights of his car come into view, his eyes avert to you while paying close attention to the sounds of the ignition turning off and Sam stepping out. “What the hell is this? An intervention?” His question seemed not to be directed at you but to Crowley. “No.” “Yes.” Sam and you say in unison, earning a glare from him, and he sighs, now standing at a distance beside Crowley. “You have a problem,” He explains, hoping to keep a peaceful conversation.

Dean at Sam, scoffing, “That never stopped me.” Sam nods, “Yeah, but Dean, that’s because you’re killing just to kill. I mean you’re not even thinking anymore, and I think we need to get that mark off you now.” He explains, the concern wept over his eyes, his hands by his stomach.

He glanced down at his arm, his sleeve covering the mark, the burn coursing through his veins. The scent of you was throwing him, almost as if intuition wanted him to become an instrument. Killing, pleased him now; it was all that ever mattered. “I’m doing better with the mark, hell, I’m doing fantastic!” He shouts, shaking his head. “You’re not fine, Dean, and if you just let me help-” A laugh escapes from his older brother’s lips. “Oh, you’re serious.” He sizes him, taking in the sadness that gradually displays itself. “I don’t need you, in fact, I could kill you right now.” He whispers the last part.

"You don't mean that," Sam mutters, "I do and God, I wanna kill you so damn bad." He says angrily. Your eyes widen, and the fixed knife in your sleeve falls into the palm of your hand.

“Sam, run!” You shout, tossing the knife, grazing against Dean’s left ear, falling to the concrete. Sam listens, rushing to the impala and driving off. Now, leaving Crowley and you, Dean touches his ear and hums. “You should go too.” He whispers to Crowley, gazing at the blood on his fingers. Crowley raises a brow, staring at you. “I don’t take orders from you.” Crowley’s eyes averts back to him, a laugh leaving Dean’s lips. Picking up the knife and wiping his blood on his pants. “I don’t care what you do, just go.” The gruffness of his tone left Crowley speechless. Nonetheless, he takes one look at you before disappearing.

The silence consumes him, clutching his throat with a rope that could explode his brain any given moment. The green hues of his eyes that used to bring comfort turns into the blackness of the woods he stares at. He whistles, tilting his head and looks back at you.

His invocation.

Your monster.

The raging need to terminate what should have been put to rest resumes in you. The lit sign flickers from over your head, as does his deception of you.

Under the guise of concluding your job, you appear behind Dean again, your left hand placed over his head and right arm covered over his neck, tightening the grip. “I wish not to hurt you, but you left me no choice.” You whisper, a groan leaving his lips as he takes the knife, flicking it over your forearm, making you hiss. “Shut up.” He turns you around, slashing the blade against your cheek, now, your blood painted on the tip of it. Dripping to your chin, you shake your head and gulp.

If chopping you down, limb by limb, leaves him full, then so be it.

You rush to him, your arms wrap around his waist, your face leans against his ribcage as you push him on the ground, twisting his hand and forcing the knife to drop. You let go of his hand, placing yours over his forehead, arching his head back. Your eyes turn white as the palms of your hands, deliberately taking his essence. He screams, while memories of him saving your life repeatedly welcome themselves in your mind. Causing it to be tougher, making what you’re doing much harder than you wish.

He could feel you growing weak, his hand struggling to reach to yours, he overcame, placing his hand over your wrist and pushing it off. Punching your face, forcing you to spit out blood.

Dean pushes you off, and you stand, snatching the blade up and running into the woods for him to follow. The mark retains control, his hands shaking more, his need becoming unbearable. He sighs, walking into the woods, making sure his movements are quiet, becoming a panther searching for dinner.

You continue to run through the woods, not looking back as you think of plans to kill him. You hate how your heart has grown soft for the Winchesters, you hated how being away from Heaven for far too long turned your emotions into a wounded animal the minute trouble came ahead to those men. Your sadness melting into anger, Dean would never hurt you, but now, Dean had been far too gone. If saving him could have happened, it should have been long ago, but then again, would Dean subconsciously want that?

Slamming into someone, you stop, staring in terror when seeing Sam. “What-what are you doing?!” You whisper-yell. He looks around, “Where is he?” He whispers, but the sounds of branches breaking and rustling leaves to the left answer that. You stand in front of Sam, knowing you could take Dean on better. You breathe in slowly, holding your breath before letting it leave.

You observe feverishly, immediately turning your head to the left, before you could talk, Dean bolts to you. His hand yanks yours, snatching the knife out and kicking you in the stomach. Sam stares in fear as Dean looks up at him before getting on top of you. The tip rushes to your pupil, placing your hands over his wrist and forcing the weight to stop him. You both growl, becoming the animals that torment your souls. “Sam, go!” You shout and Dean laughs, “Oh no, boy, you stay right there!” His voice made Sam wince, reminding him of their father.

You growl once again, turning your eyes white, gripping his hands and twisting them to the side, making the knife fling out. Grabbing it before he could, you press it against his shoulder blade, making him glare at you. Bursting the tip in his skin, breaking through and seeing the blood pool over his shirt, you look back at his face. “You bitch.” Your eyes widen at him in shock, “You never spoke to me like that.” A hint of hurt in your tone. “Well now I have.” Forcing you to push the knife deeper into his shoulder, positioning your hands flatly over his chest, and pushing him off. You yank the knife out, making him groan and place his hand over his shoulder. Sam stared at you two, his breaths coming out in pants, frozen.

Standing over Dean, your legs wide, knife to your chest. He smirks as you take a deep breath, your plan to kill him seems to march closer than you wished.

“Stop!” Sam yells as you rush down to stab Dean in the chest. Both of you look at Sam, “Stop.” He begs.

Sam takes a moment to breathe, truly trying his best to think of a better choice than to let his brother die. Yet, Dean’s focus is to kill you. His hands wrap around your knee, pushing you back. Dean stands, his fingers running through his hair. Knowing that you would stand down for a bit, he turns to Sam, smirking as he takes a few steps towards him while Sam moves backwards.

“Dean, please just listen to me.” He pleads, “Whatever you say won’t matter when I have my fingers down your throat, ripping you from inside out.” He explains, his eyes turning black. There’ve been many words that Dean has said that placed him over the edge, but that was a new low. “This isn’t you, Dean, please just let me help you.” Sam continues, but Dean clicks his teeth, not showing a sign of care. “You talk too much.” He mutters, Sam’s back hits a tree, Dean places his forearm against his neck, pressing down against his cords, causing Sam to choke.

“Stop trying to change me.” He whispers, pressing down more, the tears swell up in his brother’s eyes as Sam begs him to listen. “I like it this way, I like the killing, the drinking. Fuck, it’s all I ever known.” And with those last words that escaped, it was more of a truth than a revelation. “I can help change th-” Dean slams his forearm against Sam’s neck, making him let out a cry. “You never were good at listening.”

And in that split moment, Dean turned into John.

Dean stares at Sam, seeing the tears that escape. Sam now pleading to just breathe, Dean doesn’t move, unable to. The flashes of Sam comes back like a sweet dream.

“I always got you, you know that right?” Dean places his hand over Sam’s shoulder, pushing the school doors open as the sun's blazes hit them. “I know.” He says all the things he needed to hear. All the things Dean wished he had heard.

Dean gasps, pulling his hand away as Sam drops to the ground, pearly salts running down Dean’s chin. Sick to his stomach, he steps back, dropping to his knees, pulling Sam close to him, rocking his body.

“Sammy.”

He cries against his brother’s shoulder, his hand over his head as he continues rocking his unconscious body. “Please, please, wake up. Wake up, Sammy, you gott-” He chokes on his words, not believing what he just did. The utter betrayal.

You stare at Dean, placing the knife away and standing, walking over to the brothers. Dean looks up at you. “Can you save him?” He cries, you look at Sam, his eyes shut, the most peaceful you’ve seen him. “He’s not dead.” You whisper, looking at Dean. “You gotta save him.” He repeats, not looking at you but to the woods, the darkness that consumed him fully, dragging him with it and spitting him out like wasteful belongings.

“I never meant it.” He whispers to Sam.

welp…at least he’s not dead…🧍🏾‍♀️

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sutherlins · 5 months ago

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↳ #STREETS by @xblackreader [WIP - 13K | Rated M]

☆ a resurrected socmed au “his record, background and hearsay from news outlets and media won’t change her mind. Sydney Adamu is in love with Carmen Berzatto; guilty or not.”

sutherlins fic appreciation week (please show the fics love, kudos, and comments on ao3!)

This fic has made me lose my mind multiple times. I've yelled about it on ao3, I've yelled about it in DM's, and now consider this me yelling about it on main. The amount of work and thought that has gone into this fic is incredible. Each chapter blows me away, the writing is next level and the social media/texts add so much. You can't help but be pulled into the world of Carmen 'Alleged is crazy I did that shit' Berzatto and Sydney 'America's sweetheart' Adamu. It's funny, it's hot, it's sweet. I love it so much 😩 I got yelled at to chew my food because I devoured the last chapter so fast but call me Carmy Berzatto bc munch fucking munch!!!

Please go read if you haven't already, and show some love over on ao3! (ps. I'm doing 7 of these this month and intend to make this a monthly thing!)

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blackelysian · 2 months ago

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Soul on Fire.

AN: Its been waaaaaaaaaaaaay too long😭 here is something short I had in my drafts

18+ ONLY!!

Your room is quiet except for the low hum of music in the background. Candles flicker on the dresser, casting golden shadows on the walls. Christian stands there watching you—his eyes fixed, jaw tight, like he’s trying not to devour you too fast. There’s something in his stare tonight. Possessive. Hungry. Reverent.

He pulls you close, hand slipping behind your neck, thumb brushing your cheek.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he says low, like it hurts to admit.

Before you can answer, his lips crash into yours—not rough, just deep, like he’s tasting a memory. He lifts you effortlessly, like he needs you closer, higher, wrapped around him. You feel him hard through his sweats, pressed right where you throb for him.

He lays you down slow, kissing from your collarbone down, pulling your clothes off with a deliberate pace—not rushing, but making it clear that he owns this moment.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, sliding inside you. His voice changes—thicker, darker. “I want to see that pretty face when I make you cum.”

Your body arches into his. He grips your thigh tighter, pulls your leg around his waist. His strokes are deep, consistent—like he’s trying to memorize every reaction you give him. And when you start to tremble, his voice drops into a whisper near your ear:

“That’s it… cum for me just like that.”

You whimper his name. He grabs your chin and turns your face to his again.

“Look. At. Me.”

And you do—and it’s like your souls slam together in that second. His eyes don’t leave yours even when he finally groans, biting your shoulder, muttering “fuck, you feel too good” into your skin. He spills into you with a low growl, but it’s not just lust—it’s release. Worship. Surrender.

Afterward, he doesn’t roll away. He lays there—still inside you, lips on your forehead, whispering quiet things like “you don’t even know how much I love you.”

#fanfiction #black stories #black fanfiction #black reader #xblackreader #black writers #black love

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eye-kandii · 8 months ago

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MANEATER

Chapter 1

In her first act of freedom, Y/n had left a trail of destruction. The charred remnants of the prison stood as a grim reminder of her escape. Bodies of elite shinobi littered the scene—men and women who had underestimated her rage, her cunning, and the deadly allure of her siren-like abilities.

Whispers of her power and beauty spread like wildfire. The few survivors described her last act before vanishing: seducing the warden with a knife pressed to his throat, her voice like velvet laced with venom. "Open the gate," she had whispered, a seductive smirk on her lips. "Or bleed out in my arms.

He'd obeyed, of course. Who wouldn't?

The tension in the dimly lit Akatsuki hideout was palpable. Pain's Rinnegan glowed faintly in the shadows as he addressed the group.

"This Y/n Chisuke has stolen the world's attention from our mission," he stated, his voice cold. "She's a nuisance we cannot ignore."

Kisame leaned back against the wall, grinning. "A rogue kunoichi causing this much chaos? Gotta say, I'm intrigued. Think she'd join us?"

Deidara scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If she doesn't blow herself up first, yeah, sure."

"It doesn't matter what her motives are," Pain interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. "She's a distraction. Find her. Kill her if you must. But do not let her stand in our way."

Y/n leaned back against the trunk of an ancient tree, a joint dangling from her lips as she exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke. Her red-dyed curls framed her face, her dark brown eyes scanning the horizon.

"Two years," she muttered, her voice low and raspy. "Two years locked up for something I didn't even do."

Her gaze flicked to the jagged knife in her hand, the same blade she'd used to carve her way out of that hellhole. The memory of her sister's lifeless body flashed in her mind, and her jaw tightened.

The flickering light of a dying campfire danced against the walls of a secluded cavern deep within the Land of Rain. The sound of rain echoed from the cavern's mouth, muffling the crackle of the flames and the low murmurs of the three figures seated around it.

Y/n Chisuke, notorious fugitive and the world's most wanted rogue kunoichi, sat cross-legged on the ground. Her red curls gleamed under the firelight, and a haze of smoke swirled around her as she took a slow drag from her joint. Across from her, the twin rogue ninjas Yuki and Yukan leaned against each other, their expressions tense but relieved.

"We always knew they'd come for you," Yuki said, her voice soft but firm. She tucked a strand of her long, silver hair behind her ear and stared into the fire. "But we didn't think they'd go this far."

Yukan, her twin, frowned, his dark eyes fixed on Y/n. "Half the shinobi world wants your head, Y/n. Staying with us is dangerous."

Y/n smirked, blowing out a plume of smoke. "Danger's all I've known, Yukan. Besides..." Her voice turned low, bitter. "Where else am I gonna go? Everyone else thinks I'm a monster. Only y'all know the truth."

The twins exchanged a glance, their bond unspoken but clear. They'd been through too much together to turn her away now.

Yuki's hand rested gently on Y/n's knee, grounding her back to the present. "We know you didn't kill her, Y/n. And we know who did."

Y/n's jaw clenched, the firelight reflecting in her dark eyes like embers. "Then why don't the rest of them know? Why doesn't anyone believe me?"

"Because the truth doesn't matter to them," Yukan said bitterly, his voice low. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "You're a scapegoat, a convenient target to distract the world from their own failures."

Y/n's smirk returned, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Well, if they wanted a monster, they've got one now."

Unbeknownst to the trio, search parties continued to comb through the forests and villages of the Land of Rain. Shinobi from every village—Konoha, Suna, Kiri, and beyond—were relentless in their pursuit. Every dead lead only fueled their frustration and resolve.

The Akatsuki had also intensified their efforts. Itachi and Kisame had been dispatched to investigate rumors of a rogue kunoichi sheltering in the area. Deidara had been particularly eager, claiming he wanted to "test her resolve" with his explosives.

But Y/n had been careful. For months now, she hadn't stepped foot outside the cavern except under the cover of night. The twins ensured she remained hidden, their skills in infiltration and deception keeping them one step ahead of the hunters.

"We can't stay here forever," Yukan said, breaking the silence.

"Duh," Y/n replied, rolling her eyes as she flicked ash into the fire. "I didn't escape that hellhole just to sit around."

Yuki tilted her head, her sharp gaze fixed on Y/n. "So what's the plan?"

Y/n grinned, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "We find out who really killed my sister. And when we do..." She let the sentence hang, but the weight of her words was clear.

Yukan leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face. "That's the Y/n I know."

"Damn right," Y/n said, taking another drag. "They wanted a war. Let's give them one."

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elliesblkgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Request:Open

Ellie

- Girlfriend Ellie

-Text messages with gf!ellie .2

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Abby

-Mean Abby

-Abby Sex headcannon

-Abby with black girlfriend

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Dina

-Bestfriend Dina

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girlreblogger · 1 year ago

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and then there were 3 💿

don’t get mad. i’m saying what needs to be said and this the last time.

the blk yn “stereotypical” stories are self indulgent and the relationships are unfulfilling and unhealthy. yeah.

i never mentioned fully the stereotype thing that’s associated with blk yn fics and that’s because i have never really understood what ppl meant by it. and this isn’t to be funny towards the ppl that say that abt those certain fics.

i somewhat? get what ppl mean by yn is written as a stereotype when it comes to the toxicity in fics but because these stories are written by blk women for blk women who feel comfortable with those types of behaviors, dynamics and relationships i feel it shouldn’t be seen as blk women writing themselves as stereotypes because the comfortability with that idea of relationships comes from somewhere and it’s not no stereotype.

stereotype: 1. a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person

that word itself just projects an idea on those ppl and (not to use a buzz word but) dehumanizes them. it dilutes and dismisses the perception and character those women see themselves as and i don’t personally think that okay.

lots of ppl are accustomed to or find comfort in certain dynamics and behaviors for so many different and very personal reasons. (whether extreme or not.) without even knowing sometimes we all do or have because we are still ppl at the end of the day. so chalking up someone’s humanness to a stereotype is unfair to me. it’s the same shit that ppl did to us back in the day and still do till this day and i find it unnecessary to do amongst ourselves.

that’s why i chose to say the relationships in those books and fics are unfulfilling. the dynamics, behaviors and all that ain’t healthy. if we being real. and that’s more than just a stereotype. i also dk what ppl mean by her being a stereotype in particular. maybe being extroverted? ion know.

but ppl who want to write those things are going to do what they want but that doesn’t mean..

blk women don’t deserve or that it’s impossible for us to have more exposure to more fluffy and healthy dynamics in books with us as the main leads (also all blk ppl cause not just women read books obvi and want fluffy romance that’s another convo tho). it’s also important we showcase blk girls in various ways because we all are very different.

**we should keep in mind a fictional! character we call blk yn can be a ya (young adult) so mistakes and learning experiences in fics aren’t always useless. (though it seems we’ve had enough of it im just saying)

with different ways of thinking, with different styles, quirks, and personalities. right now it’s mostly coquettes, bimbos, and baddies being written almost similarly each time. and that’s perfectly fine but i think there’s something else that ppl are wanting to see but i would like to know what exactly.

do you guys want see her in different styles? talking differently? as an ambivert or a shy girl? someone who doesn’t talk much or someone who does? like what would be the opposite of the “stereotypes” you normally see?

and how can we as a community make some kind of change to see ourselves differently.

those few ppl when i said “as a community”

don’t get quiet now.

but honestly, because of that maybe give writers prompts and requests with what you’d like to read. there are many writers who always have requests open and lots of times those asks are some of their most popular posts!

ppl started only reading or getting used to smutty and plug books cause that’s all there was, (there was an influx at the time) especially since 2020. that’s also when the blk fic community began to grow so there were more blk fics and writers than it used to be. so maybe we can try and do that with fluffy, fantasy and wtv other fics.

**also there are some really good books on kindle for you guys to try with blk girls as the lead that might be interesting for you. here’s some of my suggestions: sunny disposition! and excuse me while i ugly cry! (these are just from the top of my head)

i personally have noticed so much about myself from reading more wholesome stories and stuff so reading other fics or books sometimes isn’t for me. it’s books i’ve read that i look back at and see how much i have grown from what i used to be into. that’s why i don’t reblog as much anymore too because i want to find more that is more personally up my alley.

so yeah let’s just try and find and create more books that are healthier. blk girls deserve love, kindness, to be treated gently not weak (or a like a child) and have sweet stories. stories and portrayals that heal us.

we can have suspense, drama, mystery, ups and downs, and even rain but i think a lot of us just want the sunshiney stuff. maybe that way we can digest the suspenseful and dramatic stories (that aren’t toxic) in a better way.

like i said in my last post we read and write for comfort so i think we can use this as a way to heal ourselves as well.

ps. (even some “healthy stuff” can be unhealthy lowkey but that’s another convo)

muah

also thanks for all the likes on my previous posts! i was nervous ppl wouldn’t understand what i was trying to say but the good feedback has definitely given me confidence!

no bars

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meikstv · 5 months ago

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so 2 hands has like 13 chapters left and i’ve got about 3 of them in my drafts sooo 10 chapters left to write

i’ve got the blueberry bassett to work on and banoffee bridgerton pie

ive got most of the casting for bbp not a single one for bb 💀 so i’m gonna start doing some polls

different iknow ihad a poll but my heart wasn’t in the final decision idk why so i’m gonna put that on the back burner for now

so i’m going to release the duke and i first ithink im really excited for queen charlotte as well

these will probably be quite short 10-20 chapters since bridgerton only has like 6-8 episodes

the father resentment is kinda shoto coded but also love him for queen charlotte

#meekydeeks #banoffee bridgerton pie #the duke and i au #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami smau #nanami #shoto todoroki #mha shoto #my hero academia shoto #shoto smau #shoto #x black reader #xblackreader #x black!reader

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vamppanda · 8 days ago

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⚠️: 𝔾𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤.

•𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘•

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‘’ Can you stop around, you're getting on my last nerves?’’

You stop walking around the room you were in.

‘’ I can’t.’’

‘ How the hell did, I get here?’’

After the emperor leaves in a hurry, a maid comes right after and grabs you, while there was another maid that led the three guys to you. When you guys got the room that the maids bought y’all.

‘’ You will be staying here.’’

You guys walk in, you look around it was an old Japanese room, kind of understandable, the room was big, woody, the light from the sun makes it aesthetic and the dark brown of the wood and the greens of the floor and walls, seem like you are in the movie. It was beautiful. It also has a mid-sized table.

The three guys walked in and inmates sat at the table with pillows as seats. The two maids bow and say to wait for the emperor to come and to put on the kimono that was hanging on the wood sticks in a t-pose; and that they will bring tea for the wait. With that they left. Now you are here, with the kimono that was black and has a nice flower design. Lest just the guys help you put it on.

The three guys were drinking tea and talking and laughing it up, while you were walking back and forth in panic, but now you were sitting in front of them.

‘’ What am I supposed to do now?’’ You said grabbing the cup with the warm tea in it and slamming it back on the table; like it was the shot. You lay on the floor.

‘’ I just want to go hame.’’

‘’ Welp i can’t help you there, and plus you should be happy you got pick.’’ The boss said calmly, slipping his tea.

‘’ Yeah yeah, like the boss said, you should be happy that you are getting married to the emperor.’’ said the second guy.

‘’ You guys are not helping me and umm….. Wait a minute.’’ you said as you got up from your lying position. ‘’ What are your guys names anyway?’’

The three guys look at you and then at each other. The boss put his cup down and sighs.

‘’ Well since we are not going to stay. My name is Yoshio.’’

‘’My name is Naoki.’’ That one said that got his boss back all the time.

‘’ I am Moria.’’ The guy that was actually smart said with a toothy grin.

‘’ Nice to meet you guys, Now that I know your guys names. It's going to be a lot easter to remember you guys.’’ then you went into thought.

" What happens if I make them stay here and help me out, and I can help them get pay as my bodyguard,’ you grin and look at them.

‘’ I got a offer you guys are going to like.’’

Yoshio puts his hand up. ‘’ No thanks.’’

‘’ It's involves money.’’

He puts his hand down. ‘’ Keep talking.’’

‘’ How about i make you guys a bodyguard, I can find a way to make the emperor agree.’’

Yashio went into thought and then whispered to the guys that were listening to the whole time. Then wanting them to stop, he coughed and said deal. You jump up and yell.

‘’ Yessssss, you would not regret it.’’

‘’ Don’t make us change our mind now.’’

‘’ Your emperor, why did you chose that- that - that girl to be your wife?’’

In the other part of the place, the emperor was sitting up at his thorne. He had all of the higher up in front of him angry that he chose you. He is slouching in his seat, and looking at them with a bored expression.

‘’She not even that important.’’ one lady sat behind her hand.

‘’And did you see the way she was dressing .’’ another lady said.

‘’She was dressing like a slut .’’ a man said this time.

‘’The way she was dress, i would love to have her as one of my wifes.’’

Everyone howled at what the old man said. Aoki sat up straighter and glared at them.

‘’ And what makes you guys thinks you can talk so reckless to me?’’ He demanded them.

Everyone stopped laughing and bowing, except for one the lieutenant general. The one who barged in the emperor throne room in the first place.

‘’ I am sorry, My king. But why do you want that as the Empress? You had princess Bikktoria was the better choice in this.’’

Aoki scowled and got up. He took a step down from the steps, stepping closer to the lieutenant general.

‘’ So lieutenant, you think you can talk reckless to me? ‘’ Aoki said again, but in a deep low tone. ‘’ You think you can’t choose my wife?’’

Now he is in front of the lieutenant, red eyes staring into brown eyes. The lieutenant did not back down or look away.

‘’ Litens lieutenant I know want you really want.’’

‘’ You do.’’

‘’ Yes’’ Aoki puts his hand on his shoulder and smiles, but not a happy smile more like ‘ i am going to kill you’ smile.

Everyone who was already bowing and was now pleading to be spare.

‘’ SILENCE ‘’ Everyone shut up. ‘’Since lieutenant here think I am stupid, what if i just show him.’’

The lieutenant then dropped to the ground and started pleading. Aoki looks at a guard and waves him where they is , with his other hand.

‘’Gimme your sword.’’

The guard reaches for his sheath with one hand and unsheathe his sword with the other, just enough for Aoki to unsheathe it fully. Aoki removed his hand on the lieutenant's shoulder and took a step back. The lieutenant puts his head down and clenches his hand.

‘’Look up at me .’’

He did not look at Aoki.

‘’ I said… LIFT UP YOUR FUCKING HEAD.’’

The lieutenant took a minute to lift his head, but when he did he saw a sung look on Aoki's face.

‘’ Now tell everyone what you was saying to your Emperor.’’

‘’I..I.I was just saying that his highness should marry the princess instead of that girl.”

That when the air in the room was starting to feel suffocating, gloomy and darker for everyone. Everyone was shaking in fear including the lieutenant.

‘’ Anymore words you have lieutenant, hell anyone of you have words for me, since i don’t know how to choose my wife.’’ Aoki points his sword to everyone around the room.

‘’ Well good, now then let's start.’’ He raises his sword. ‘’ I sentence you to death.’’ Right when he was about to swing the guard sword down. The doors to the throne room open up. Everyone looked to see who it was.

The gendered look around and that Aoki arm was still in the air with a sword in hand, and the lieutenant was on the floor on his knees. He did a quick bow and started walking up to Aoki and the lieutenant.

‘’ I am sorry, Emperor, but the Empress is really to you see.’’

‘’ General Kagami, I will see her when I am done with something here.’’ Aoki looks at Kagami with a sneerer look. Kagami stopped walking when he got up to them.

‘’ I am sorry Emperor, but she has been waiting for a while. She been nonstop asking for you, She said if you don’t come quickly she would leave.’’

Aoki looks at Kagami blue eyes, to see if he was lying or it was something else, who knows, but what he does know is that his wife is calling him.

He clicks his tongue in frustration. He put his arm with the sword down and gave it to the Kagami, who in return gave it back to the guard, who took it from him and bowed quickly.

‘’ Welp take me to her.’’

‘’ Mika’’ Kagami called out to the young lady. She comes in fast, walking in and stopping next to Kagami. She bowed and spoke.

‘’ What is it that you need, General?’’

‘’ I need you to take the Emperor to his wife please.’’

‘’ Alright.’’ She said and then turned to Aoki. ‘’Please follow me.’’

Aoki sighs and fixes his outfit. ‘’ Right, Well lead the way.’’ Then look back the lieutenant and said, ‘’ next you open your mouth about my wife, I will get your tongue.’’

With that he walks around the lieutenant and starts following Mika out the door. The door closed behind him. Everyone let out a sigh of relief and stopped bowing.

‘’ General…..I ‘’

‘’ Shut your trapped.’’ Kagami glared at him. ‘’ You are lucky, I saved your ass this time around, but next time around I cannot. Don't let it happen again. And for fuckshakes gets your ass off that damn floor.’’

Kagami walks to the door, when they open and he steps through, they immediately close behind him.

Aoki walked to your room on the other side of the place.

‘’ Why do her room so far away?’’

‘’ Because this is where the Empress sleep with her servants.’’

‘’ I don’t like that at all, make you tell the head maid that want her to be closer to me.’’

‘’ Will do your highness .’’

Then she stopped walking in front of the door. She turned to the door.

‘’ Tell me when you are ready sir.’’

Aoki sighed to himself and then nodded to her. She then got on her knees and moved to the side of the door, so Aoki was the only one visible. Then yell out.

‘’ The Emperor is here .’’ Then she opened the door. He walks in and the maid closes the door after him. He looked around to see that you were sitting at the table, drinking some tea. Then turn his head, the three guys bowing to him. He chuckled.

‘’ You know, and real lady loves to bow to me .’’

You got annoyed at him quickly.

‘’ I am not like other women- how cheese that sound.’’

‘’ I see that now .’’ He walk closer to you ‘’ Leave us.’’ He said to the three guys. They stopped bowing and nodding and left the room. When the door shut behind them., that was when he spoke .

‘’ How is your liking to living here?’’

‘’ IT’s okay.’’

‘’ Well that’s good.’’

He sat next to you and poured himself some tea. You then look at him.

‘’ Don’t I have to …like pour you some tea or something.’’ He then puts his hand up and waves you off.

‘’ Its alright like pouring tea for myself.’’

You stare at him for a long time. He saw that you were staring at him. He smiles at you.

‘’Yess, do you need something?’’

‘’ Yes, You like an emperor right’’

‘’ Yes.’’ he said while drinking his tea.

‘’ Then prove it them’’

‘’ Prove it.’’ he laugh and lean in close to you.’’How’’

‘’ Tell the maid to bring us some sweets.’’

He stares at you for a full minute and belly laughs, setting his cup down, so he wouldn’t waste his tea. He stopped laughing to see that you were being serious. He wiped his eyes of tears.

‘’ Oh you are being serious, Well then that would easy but first.’’ He said in an amused voice. ‘’ If I do this then. I get to ask some question.’’

‘ Is he getting a kick out of this?’ You thought and sigh. ‘’ Fine. I guess you can, but no inappropriate questions tho and wanna ask questions too.’’

He put a finger to his lips and wink to you. ‘’ I can’t make no promises and sure.’’ He then snaps his fingers and the door immediately opens and a pretty young maid comes walking in. She bowed.

‘’ You called Emperor.’’

‘’ OH Mika, I need you to bring some sweets for our little queen here.’’

‘’ Yes, is that all?, You highness.’’

‘’ Welllll is there.’’ he said in a childish voice.

You shake your head. He waved her off. ‘’ That is all’’

She bowed and took a step back, and the door slid close.

‘’ They sure do come and go fast.’’

‘’ That’s how I like it .’’

He then leaned forward on the table and put his hand on his cheek, looking at you.

‘’ So my question.’’ You waved at him in annoyance.

‘’ Go ahead.’’

‘’ Why are you so dark?’’ You gasped.

‘’ That’s so rude, but it was because I was born with this skin. ’’ He hummed in understandment. ‘’Okay my turn.’’ He nodded.

‘’ Go ahead.’’ He said mocking you.

You give him the ‘ boy don’t don’t play with me’ look. He put his hand up in defense.

‘’ Why do you need a wife?’’

His face went blank, he was just looking at you. You started to get uncomfortable and got your now cold cup of tea.

‘’ You know ….You don’t have to talk about it.’’

‘ You only ask the question, because of that conversation with those three guys, they told me about his past and how he became the Emperor, but they don’t know why he needs a wife. Rumor had it that he is just tired of going to all the brothels or/and another one was that he was bored of being alone. No outside or inside the place really knows.’

‘Now that I am close to him, I should just at least ask..’ You sweat drop at his blank face.’ But now, I am starting to think I am going to die.’

Aoki finally moved and took a drink of his tea. He put his cup down and poured himself some more tea. He looks at his now full cup of tea, softly. He looks so innocent, sad and you can only guess that guilty.

‘’ Oh I just realized, I never told you my name .’’ You said trying to cheer him up. ‘’ I am Takano (y/n), I think that how you said my last name.’’ You whisper the last part to yourself.

He cheered up really fast, like all of that and said his name.

‘’ Hino Aoki.’’

With that you guys talk, ask questions, and drink a lot of tea with each other. Until late into the night, but by then you fall asleep on his shoulder. He stares at you, sees your soft features , beautiful in the moonlight. You were nothing like him, you were pure and careful, he was a monster and dirty. He leaned his head back and sigh out loud and rubbed his face, laying both you guys down, so that you were now on his chest. He then softly said.

‘’ Its was my real mother dying wish.’’ Falling asleep himself, finally not having his guard up in years.

#black reader insert #xblackreader #animexblackreader #original story #original character #oc #x black!reader

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iiamjam · 1 year ago

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There are no black clover fanfics on this app let alone XBlackReader fanfiction

I gotta change that

#black clover #anime #xblackreader #blackyn #Blacky/n #blackfemreader #fanfiction

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n0yz · 10 months ago

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Protégé (Katsuki Bakugou x Black Reader) - (1) Flight to Japan (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1477376940-prot%C3%A9g%C3%A9-katsuki-bakugou-x-black-reader-1-flight-to?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=yeye000000 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦 𝔅𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲 𝔵 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 •---------••---------••---------••---------••---------••---------••---------••---------••---------••---------• After the war, America and Japan's relationship has been on edge ever since the death of America's #1 Hero, Star and Stripe. So in an attempt to make amends a partnership is proposed. Star and Stripes Protégé, who's also America's projected next #1 hero is sent to attend UA. Y/n L/n, an eccentric, unfiltered, and incredibly talented 17 year old girl, is tasked with developing a relationship with Class 2A. However, the aftermath of the war has left the world bruised and battered and these students are at the front of it, including y/n. Along with some friends who will be accompanying her to UA, y/n and Class A must deal with the re-stabilization of society and dealing with any villains who still lurk. 🔊🔊🔊🔊 Warnings: Sexual Themes Strong Language Mentions of Suicide and Suicidal Thoughts Strong and Constant Depictions of Mental Disorders/Issues (war messes people up) This is based after the war but before the 8 year timeskip, so ignore the timeskip that has nothing to do with this, and Deku still has his quirk.

#bakugou #bakugouxblackreader #black #bnha #katsuki #mha #myheroacademia #xblackreader #xreader #ynstories #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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wiinterz · 5 months ago

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: •̩̩͙ ໋ CALM DOWN ˖ Sevika.

sevika x plus size-fem!reader

genre(s) - drabble, lesbian erotica, older x younger

description - sevika loves putting you through it.

warnings - profanity, tribbing, pet names (baby, good girl,), sevika is thirty-two while reader is twenty (don't like it, don't read it), not really detailed, semi mean!sevika(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.

word count - 422

my letter 💌 - don't ask why it sucks, i have thoughts that won't stfu sometimes (sorry i gotta come at you that way). i wrote this at two a.m. so that's another reason...welp! (repost cause tumblr hates blk women)

rules I arcane masterlist.

You can’t tell me Sevika doesn’t like tribbing; she loves it and literally needs it to boost her ego sometimes. Especially with how whiny you get after all her teasing.

Your panties, stuck to your wet cunt, making a mess of yourself while Sevika kept smacking your twitching pussy. She was fully naked, freed from the distressful day. You, being her sweet little thing, asked if you could help her wind down, of course, she would say yes. With you wearing your cute shorts with her t-shirt on, a sight like that would make anyone crumble.

What you didn’t expect was for her to pick you up, place you over her shoulder, and plop you down on your shared bed. Now, she’s sitting on her legs, pulling your panties down as you whine, begging for her touch, for her cunt to touch yours. “Oh, you’re such a whiny lil’ thing, aren’t you? Hmm?” She chuckles, watching you look a bit annoyed but she knew you truly weren’t. But who was to be blamed? Sevika? Oh, definitely not, she just enjoys toying with you, what’s so wrong with that?

Sevika, opened your leg, getting herself switched to be on top, her pussy hovering over yours. Her grey eyes stared directly at your face, her fingers, brushing against your stomach, touching your stretch marks before grinding her pussy against yours slowly. “Fuck that’s it, baby, take it like the good girl you are.” She moans, leaning her head forward a little, your leg over her shoulder as she continues to grind against you. All you could do was moan, you had no control over your body, you felt helpless and she knew that. And fuck did she love it.

Sevika takes her time with you, wanting to make this an enjoyable time for you also, she knows how to angle herself enough for where you both get pleasure, there’s no doubt about that.

Both of your cunts are slick and wet, each time she pulls herself up from you a little before grinding against you. You moan, gripping the pillow, “fuck~ that’s it, baby, that’s it, you got it.” She lets out breathlessly. Her pussy pulsating with yours, making you both moan out loudly.

The sounds of your pussy meeting together and your moans mixed become louder, not caring about the thin walls anymore. She needed this and you knew it.

Which is why, you enjoyed it every time she gave you that look when you asked, “How can I help you wind down, baby?”

wiinterz © do not repost, copy or translate my works

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pupoji · 2 years ago

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last line *brrr*

SCREAM 4 ME!

warnings - stalker-ish behaviour from my man connie, possessive and toxic connie, sexual content including: oral (r recieving) spit, pussy slaps and fingering, gore and blood mentioned, cursing, knives reader is black and female!

connie couldn't decide what pissed him off more. the fact that this bitch-made ass white boy was feeling up on you or the fact that you were allowing him to feel up on you.

his tongue poked his inner cheek as he watched the scene infront of him, you on one of the desk in the classroom with eren between your spreaded legs, a hand on your thigh and the other on your waist as he opened shit pit to say something to you which caused you turn away your head. it's like he started seeing red, and no it wasn't pink eye.

the sudden urge to walk in the classroom and stab eren in his throat haunted connie's mind as he continued to watch the scene, his jaw clenched shut and his hands turning into fist at the sides allowing the veins that traced his arms to become prominent. his hand reached for the door handle, intendin to create the scene he hand in mind with bashing eren's head in, until a familiar voice called out his name. turning his head connie comes face to face with armin who worre a concerned look on his face,

"you good, bro?" the blond asked, tilting his head at the male as he looked him up and down, stopping at his tightly clenched fist.

it's as if his hold demeanor changes in a second, face going blank while he shoved his pants in his pocket. armin's eyebrows rose to his forehead as connie nodded his head before walking away, while watching his back armin thought about how unusual his normally out-going friend was being but shaked his head thinking it was simply an overreaction.

the door for the classroom door opened, eren walked out before you did, pushing pass armin with an odd look on his face.

armin's eyebrows rose further, wondering what the fuck was up with everyone today and why you two were in that classroom to begin with. "what's wrong with him?" he asked as you wrapped your hands around yourself, looking down at your black and white converse.

you shrug in response to his question leaving armin left in the dark yet again, it was like he wasn't even your bestfriend anymore, like you didn't even trust him anymore.

but he gets it, with what's been going on in the past few weeks he wouldn't trust anyone either, but he was still your friend--or was he?

armin couldn't keep track anymore.

with a huff, armin adjusts the books he held in his hand, looking away from you and down the hall where connie stormed off to. "well, whatever you two were doing in there, connie saw and he looks pretty pissed." at this you look up, your eyes wide and your plump lips parted, the expression only confusing armin even more.

"w-what? do you know where he went?" you stammer, looking around as if you could catch sight of the brown eyed male. the blonde infront of yoou doesn't give you a verbal responce, simply raising his hand and pointing in the direction he saw connie disappear in. you mumble a quiet 'thanks' before running off in the direction he pointed it, desperate to find the boy.

breathing heavily you rest your body against a wall after having ran all over the school in search of connie and being unsucessful in your search. your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket and you take it out, seeing a text from an unknown number.

can't wait to make u scream.

your eyebrows draw together at the text just as a ping comes in, the number sends another text but this time it's a picture. a picture of you leaning against a wall, the exact wall you were leaning on now.

slipping your phone in your back pocket you look around expression twisting in one of fear, "this isn't funny." you say outloud to no one in particular, pushing off the wall and walking away quickly.

you could feel the hair on your arms staning up, as well as your hands shaking as you placed them in the pocket of your hoodie, heart racing rapidly when you started hearing heavy footsteps behind you not daring to turn around.

the footsteps behind you sped up, and as they did so did your breathing and the beat of your heart, your throat went dry as you grew terrified of who--or what was behind you. you turned your head at the side a little to finally get a glimpse of who was behind you only to see exactly what you hoped not to.

a cloaked figure, with a blade and a mask.

you started running, taking in little gasps for air every now and then, tears building up at your lashline and your feet begining to burn in your high-top converses.

'why me?' was all you could think as the figure started running after you, close on your heel. you had never troubled anyone and kept to yourself for most of your highschool years , so you didn't understand why this mysterious serial killer was coming after you of all persons.

sure the killer killed a few of your friends, but they were all assholes who had beef with everybody, and you weren't like them. you had conflict with no one--being the most liked girl in school.

so why you?

a squeak fell from your lips as you bumped into a large figure, almost falling on your ass before a sturdy arm came out grasp your waist. you look up to your savior only to come face to face with eren, his face morphing into one of concern as his teal eyes flickered up and down your face. pink lips parted for a split second before closing again when you grasp his shirt and pull him into a nearby closet.

eren looked down at you with furrowed brows, parting his lips to speak again but being cut off by your fingers pressed against his lips, listening for the sound of the heavy footsteps. his hands that found their way to your waist, jade eyes boring into you as you looked at the door expectingly. with a sigh you remove your finger from eren's lips, nibbling on your own as you looked up at him.

he raises and eyebrow, "what's up?" although he's confused, the tone of his voice is soft and comforting and it causes you to lean your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. his arms come to wrap around you tenderly, offering you the comfort you need and signaling you to rest your body against his. the look on his face is one of concern as he kisses your head top and rubs your back.

"t-they were chasing me eren." you whisper. too afraid to talk any louder in case 'they' might hear you.

"who?" your about to answer his question when the door of the janitor closet is flung open, the cloaked figure from before standing at the door, knife glinting dangerously as he raises it with a tilted head.

"me."

a 'slash' is sounded through the air when the killer brings the knife down, plunging it into eren's shoulder. screaming you push the figure, feeling the hard muscles underneath his coat flex beneath your finger tips as he's caught off guard and stumbles outside of the closet. it gives you enough time to close the door again, a broken cry leaves your lips as the killer begins to bang on the door furiously before a knife appears right above your arm, slicing it a bit.

you keep a firm grip on the door handle as the killer continues to bang on the door and pierce it with his knife that was painted with erens blood, tears run down your face as you watch him groaning against the wall, blood coating each of his pretty fingers. eren makes eye-contact with you before walking over to you with his hand still pressed against the wound, a hiss leaving his lips as he places his hand over yours to help keep the door in place.

"eren no y-your hurt." you whisper with a shake of your head, but make no move to push him away from the door as the banging intensifies, you only watch as his brown hair frames his pretty face as he tilts his head and gives you a pained smile. "m'okay, promise princess."

you start praying.

praying that someone will hear the loud bangings and notice the physcopath that stands outside of the door with his bloody knife and murderous intentions. your palms began to get sore and your legs feel wobbly from the fear that runs through your vains, the cut on your arm suddenly makes itself known as it begans to pulse with an unbearable pain. you wonder how eren feels if your scratch hurts so bad, you wonder if you'll make it out alive.

a shrill ring echos throughout the walls of the closet, and the banging pauses. you look at eren and he looks at you, both of you waiting with baited breaths for something to happen, your heart beating through your ears.

the sound of multiple footsteps and talking in the halls causes you to lean your body against the door with a shaky sigh, your hands shaking as you moved to open the door wincing at the feeling of sore palms against the metal.

it takes five seconds for people to notice you and eren, sly remarks on the tip of their tongues until someone pointed out the obvious.

"they're fucking bleeding! someone get help!"

an arm wraps around your middle and your hands come into contact with a sturdy chest, eyes meeting with one of a familiar honey colour.

his freckled face had twisted up with a look of 'concern'. pretty pink plump lips downturned into a frown, and his forehead frowned as his thick eyebrows drew together, "what the fuck happened?" connie asks, the question sounding so aggressive but his touch was gentle and soft as he rubbed circles in your waist and held your injured arm.

you couldn't even tell he was lying, taking that glint in his eye for worry. how could you be so fucking naive?

you don't respond, only wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying your face in his shoulder, letting all your tears flow not caring that you were getting his white t-shirt wet.

connie's hands find their way to your back, rubbing it soothingly. his lips twitching at your attention, eyes dragging up to meet eren who looked at him with a blank look. he only tilted his head, looking the brunette up and down once before pulling away from you, his warm and large hands cupping your face, eyes glittering with warmth -- drawing you in deep.

"c'mon, lets get you patched up, mama."

your fingers traced figures on connies chest as you rested your head against his torso, giggling when he grunted cause you traced your finger over his nipple. eyes never leaving his pretty face, taking note of ever single detail on it. how it slightly glowed under the light of the tv, how his lashes almost otuched his cheek, how his pretty pink lips were jutted out in a frown-like manner, how his botton nose scrunched up when one of the characters on the tc said some dumb shit -- silver stud shining with the tv light.

he can feel your gaze burning the side of his face, when he looks down he see's your pretty eyes gazing up at him as you do that shit with your pretty plump lips slightly parted as you nibble on your lower lips, that same expression you make when you want something from him.

"you watchin me or the movie?" he sasses, pinching your side.

you smile prettily, looking at the tv to see the killer chasing the pretty girl with a machete in his hand, and looking back at connie fluttering your lashes at him. "that shit makes my screen crawl, rather watch you and get my pussy wet."

a sound that sounds dangerously close to a whimper falls from connie lips, his eyes getting glossy and low as he stares at you with his lips parted, wetting them with his tongue while he looked away staring at the tv. he bit his lips as he looked back at you, cheeks heating up and his underwear suddenly feeling tight.

"you can keep talking your shit, im not fucking you with your crippled ass arm." he says, giggling at the offended expression you now wore. you push up off of him, folding your arms across your chest and staring a head of you instead of at him. "so I get one little injury and im crippled? ian even wanna fuck you anyways nigga-"

an arm is wrapped around your throught before you can even finish your sentence, it's warm and it causes you to push your thighs together as you suddenly feel your panties getting slightly damp. connie's expression not helping your situation at all, pink lips quirked up into a smirk and honeyed eyes were glossed over and dark with lust.

it made your body warm and tingly, heat making it's way to your face when he pulls you on top of him, his lips brushing against yours but not quite touching them while his nose rubbed against yours, allowing you to feel the piercing that sat on top of it.

"whatchu say?" he whispers, eyes holding a mischevious look as he looked at you, hands squeezing your ass. "nothin." you mumble, growing bashful from all the attention he was giving you. connie smiled smugly, rubing his nose against yours. "mmm, that's what I thought you said."

you couldn't even get to respond as his plushy lips were mashed against yurs, lips smacking together as you both made out messily, almost devouring each other.

the taste of his lips was addicting, and you couldn't get enough, sucking his tongue and listening to the sweet whimpers he lets out at the mere action.

connie's hands find there place on your hips as you begin to roll yourself against his hips, feeling the tip of his dick beneath his sweatpants bump against your clit with each grind of your hips. your hands grazed his nape as you continued to move against him, smiling at the groan he let out.

"(★)," he pauses as your pussy runs over his cock once more, grunting at the feeling. "s-shit, mama stop doing that."

his voice is deep and whiny, it holds a tone of desperation but restraint. the muscle in his jaw ticks as he holds you waist in place, slouching against the couch and taking deep breaths before giving you a stern look.

"im not about to fuck you when your injured," you know he means it from the look he gives you, and it makes your pretty lips tip down in a frown, pushing off of him to sit down on the couch not laying on his chest anymore.

you can feel his eyes burn holes in the side of your face as you keep your eyes on the tv, suddenly intrested in the man using a chainsaw to slice through the girl while she was still alive.

"okay."

it goes quiet after that, connie only continues to stare at you, guilt pooling at his stomach as he continued to stare at you. licking his lips, he sighs and slouches more in the couch, running a hand down his face before looking back at you.

connie knows all you really want is his comfort, especially after what happened -- but he's still upset that you made eren touch on his body like that. he knows all you want is a distraction from everything, but he has to punish you a little.

but maybe he can punish you and pleasure you at the same time.

a boy-ish smile makes it way to connie's face show-casing his pretty dimples, the look is almost innocent, but his eyes clear up the whole 'innocent' act, showing clear signs that man was about to fucking devour you.

the tap that's delievered to your thigh causes you to look up, a shudder goes down your spine as your eyes meet connie's glossed over ones, full to the brim with lust like you would be in a few minutes.

"what?" you say it so meekly, it makes connie's grin widen.

in a quick motion, your back is pressed against the couch, mout falling open to let out a gasp whilst connie holds unto your legs, spreading them open.

"connie--" your words are cut off by him pressing a kiss to your pussy, face heating up as it flutters from the simple action, "lay down and lemme eat your pussy." he mumbles, mouth still pressed against your clothed cunt, a hand pressing against your stomach as you attempted to sit up.

"b-but you said," he drags your sweatpants down in one big swoop, throwing the sweatpants over hs shoulder in a wuick motion, tongue swipping at the corner of his lips, hazel brown eyes glaring at the wet spot in your panties with an almost anger look on his face. "know what the fuck I said, don't lemme have to tell you to lay your ass down again mami." your arousal almost floods your panties hazardly, your brownskin suddenly feeling hot as you looked away from him to watch the tv as a distraction only for the screen to go turn black.

a hand is wrapped around your throat again, turning you to face connie, his nose against your cheek as he kisses you, pulling away for a second allowing you to feel the tiny huffs of air he lets out. "ion want you watching anything, or anyone else but me." he whispers squeezing your neck a little before pressing his lips against yours.

your overwhelmed by him, feeling him touch you all over your body. squeezing, fondling, kissing. it was getting to you, your pussy specifically, and you couldn't help but want him to live under your skin.

he quickly takes off your panties, smirking giddly as he places them in the pocket of his sweatpants. your plush and wet pussy now on display for him, hole fluttering every now and then around nothing but air.

"shit ma, you so wet..." he sucks in a breath as he brushes a finger over your clit, your body jerked in reaction.

he gives you one last kiss on your pussy, finally leaning down and placing a his lips on your warmth.

wet muscle is felt moving up and down on your pussy before connie's mouth encloses on your clit, gently taking the bud into his mouth and sucks on it.

"pussy taste so fucking good," he mumbles, mouth still on your pussy, the deep vibration of his voice sending chills throughout your whole body. your hands grip his head as he continues to make-out with your pussy, eyes almost crossing from how good he was making you feel. "mm, connie."

"yeah, that's right say my fucking name mama, gonna have you screaming for me in a minute."

too fucked out and lost in the pleasure, you don't even take heed to his words, only focused on the feeling of his mouth working against your pussy like magic, gripping his head harder, the spiky hair of his buzzcut not bothering you one bit.

your back arches off the couch with a gasp as connie unexpectedly pushes a finger in you, his mouth still on your pussy as his slender fingers curl inside of your spongey walls causing you toes to curl in ecstasy. connie only smirked as you begin grinding unto his face, fingers thrusting in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm to drive you over the edge. "feels so good con," your voice is breathy and high as you whisper out the words, holding unto connie as if your life depend on it.

"yeah?" he asked, licking his lips, hooded hazel eyes connecting with yours from between your parted legs, fingers never stopping once. "you gonna cum for me?"

"uh huh." a hiccup left you, tempting connie to smile once more as he increased the speed of his fingers, his plump pink lips attaching themselves back to your cunt.

he swirls his tongue around your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, watching with awe at the creamy clear liquid that encases his fingers.

as he continued you could feel the knot in your stomach quickly tightening, about to snap at any given time,your back arched off of the seat of the couch, thighs shaking as your vision became blurry with tears.

"gonna cum, connie m' gonna c-cum slow down!" you whine, trying to push a away his head. you freeze at the look he gives you, having no time to think about it as your orgasm washes ov4er you like a heavy wave.

connie doesn't stop as you cum, slurping you up as if you were his last meal. he only stops when he witnesses the trembling of your thighs, sitting up and giving you a kiss on your cheek before leaving the room.

"where you goin?" you mumble with a hoarse voice, lifting up your body to watch the muscles of his back move as he walks, he stops and looks at you over his shoulder.

"gon get you some water." you mumble a soft okay in responce before leaning back in against the cushion behind you, hissing as you felt something hard poke you in your back.

"this fool don't ever know how to clean up right." you mumble as you lift the pillow,

the item beneath it causes you to pause your movements, your plump lips parting in shock as fear crses through your veins.

a ghostface masked laid beneath the pillow, a speck of blood on the cheek that almost stared at you mockingly. you place a hand over your mouth as you felt tears make it's way to your lashline, your body backing up off of the couch and causing you to fall.

"ma?" the sound of connie's voice causes you to freeze, and you hurridely get up off of the floor and move away from him. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down, "wha-"

"your ghostface." a shudder goes throughout your body at the blank look he gives you, his head turning to look at the mask on the couch befor elooking back up at you with a sigh. he places the water he carried on the table, you watch his every move carefully, making sure he doesn't get too close to you.

"ma, c'mere." he says, putting his hands in his pockets, his honey coloured eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"no."

his jaw tightens at your responce, head tilting as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"m' not gonna ask again." it was almost like a threat, and it only scared you more.

your heart almost felt like it was about to fail as you stared at connie for a few seconds before running towards the door.

dumb fucking move.

a hand suddenly yanks you back, making your back rest against connie's sturdy chest.you draw in a brreath as a knife is suddenly placed at your throat, slowly tilting your head up so you could meet connie's eyes.

they glinted dangerously, somehow holding you captive. "don't fucking run from me, you crazy baby?" his words caused your breath to hitch, your legs shaking with fear as you looked up at him.

"don't try that shit again, you hear me?" you nod your head slowly causing connie to let out a hiss, shaking his head. "words mama, know you know them."

"I head you con." you say, tears filling your eyes.

connie licked his lips, showing off his dimples as he smiled at your obedience.

"good girl, and if you try that shit again, ima make you scream."

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vamppanda · 7 months ago

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Where the heck am i?

~⚠️: Gore, sexual themes and some races themes.

Character info please read before you start.

Reading now: pt 2: Part 3

It was raining on the outskirts of the city. You were walking at night on the way to your home from getting off work, with an umbrella in your hands and earphones in your ears. You were on the phone with your best friend chatting about the plans that you guys are having next week.

'' I was thinking that we should do a girls day.'' You said as you were about to walk on a long bridge on the outer skirts of town.

'' Girl yessssss... I need it sooo bad, my child baby daddy has been getting on my nerves.'' She said over the phone.

'' Girl... I don't know if you are putting up with him and aren't you guys supposed to be separated.''

'' Because he is a good father to my kid and we are still together, but sometimes it's the little things that I can't deal with.''

'' I don't know why you are still putting up with him tho, if it's the little things that matter.''

''Because that thing is good.''

''Eeeewwwww, I do not need to hear that.''

'' so, you kept asking.''

'' You are so annoying, bro.''

'' And what about it, you love me '' she laughed.

'' Yes, I guess so.'' You said in a positive laugh. You were at the end of the bridge when you saw a black figure. The figure was standing there just staring at you. The figure was wearing what you can see though the rain, wearing a black long coat.

'' Girl.. there is someone at the end of the bridge, just looking at me.'' you said low on the phone.

'' Girl, if you don't run.''

'' I will just turn around and find another way to get home.''

'' You do that then and not listen to me.''

Right when you turned around, the black figure was right in front of you. You look at the thing in shock, Now that you are in front of it, you can see that the thing looks a little bit like you. The figure looks up at you and smiles. You can hear your friend on the phone, yelling your name.

'' (Y/N).............(Y/N)''

'' Hello ......friend.'' the thing said in broken english.

You took a step back after getting over your stage of shock.

'' Um....... Hi.''

The figure was in front. Now that this thing is up close she seems to be a girl.

'' Do you …..want to take …my ..place?''

'' What ?''

' What is this thing talking about?' You thought as you took another step back.

'' I don't know what you are talking about.''

'' Do you… want to take… my …place?'' She asked again.

You look away from her.

'' Look, I don't know what you are talking about. So leave me alone, before I call the police.''

She grabbed your face and made you look at her. She moves your head back and forth, like she was examining you. You can see her eyes were a beautiful shade of (e/c), like yours.

' Wait a minute, she looks just like me.' You thought.

'' You look just like me. Well a little bit.'' she finally said but this time in perfect English.

She was right, but the only thing that was different was that you don't have the same skin color.

'' You would be wonderful for the cruel emperor'' she said as she let go of your face.

'' Wait, what are you talking about? I don't want that at all, just leave me alone.''

But it was too late, a blue light surrounded you two. She then grabs hold of your wrist and you try to get her to let go.

'' What do you want from me?"

'' I already told you, I am here so you can take my place to marry the emperor .'' she finally answers you after all of this time, sounding frustrated with you. She continued to say.

'' Have you not been listening to me.''

before you can answer, she talks again.

'' who cares about that, we are wasting time here.''

With that she looks at her side and turns to the side, like she was looking for someone. When she found what she was looking for, she turned back to you.

'' O great god, I have found someone, I like her to take my place.''

A larger man stares down at you two. When you finally get free from the girl and start running in the other direction.

'' Friend, call the police.''

'' I already did it.''

But you did not get to go far when you got picked up, but the tall guy, within the process you dropped your umbrella and he took your phone from your pocket, snatching the ear plug out of your ears.

You can still hear your friend yelling out to you through your earphones. He walked right back to that girl.

'' You sure you want her to take your place, I mean yeah she looks like you, but she don't look like you, if you get what i mean.''

'' I don't care, I just want to get this over with.''

'' so be it.''

With that he put you down, before you could run again you got frozen in place. He started to speak to you.

'' (y/n) (l/n) you will taking the place of Rin Takano and marrying the cruel emperor and living life of the empress, When I am done talking, you will be (y/n) Takano, Good luck .''

Everything turned dark.

You woke up and sat up. You look around to see you were in the middle of the forest and birds were flying around and chirping happily.

' Where am I?' You thought as you got up from your sitting position and dust yourself off. You look at your legs and then look at your body to see that you were wearing a komodo.

A beautiful one that was a beautiful shape of pink and with fishes on it.

' How the hell did this get on me? '

You started walking to find a way to get out of the or until you see a path.

That when you hear footsteps running to you and a voice yell out to someone else.

'' HEY GUYS I FOUND HER.'' The guy shouted out.

''THEN GET HER DUMBASS.'' The second guy shouted out.

That's when you started to run .

'' OH CRAP.... SHE IS RUNNING AGAIN.'

They started to chase you too. That made you run faster.

' Bro why are they running after me and where the hell am I?'

After a few hours of running, you were in a wagon cage. You got caught. Well, how?, Well your trip, because of the komodo and fell in the river. Now here you are in a cage, not tied up by the way.

' You know we have been looking for you girly'' The second guy said.

‘’ Yeah, your father pays us a good amount of the money to get you off the emperor.'' the third guy said.

You climb closer to the front of the cages, where the three guys were at, the first guy was pulling the carriage.

‘’ But I am not her, how many times do I have to keep telling you that"

‘’ Yeah Yeah and dogs can fly.’’

‘’ I am telling the truth'

The third guy turns around and looks at you closely.

‘’ Now that I have a closer look at her boss, she does look a lot more dirty."

' That's probably just mud that was rub on

her.’’

‘’ But when she fell in the water, it should have come off her.’’ The first guy said with the third guy nod in agreement with him.

‘’ Well it will probably get scrubbed off at the palace. You know the palace has stuff like that.’’

‘’ You are so dumb.’’ you said to the second guy, The second guy hit your cage.

‘’ Hush up in there and it doesn't matter anyway, because that's the palace issue.’’

You sit back and wrap your arms around your body.

‘ Why are they so stupid and I still don’t know where I am.'

You then look at your side and see that there were people that looked sick and homeless. Some were coughing and others were hugging each other. They look unkempt and dirty, like they have not been bathing in years.

‘ Looking at them and their clothes and what they are, i am thinking, i am in japan and the old period too. Oh lord why me.’

You look at the other side of you too. You saw people looking at you and whispering to each other.

‘ They are probably wondering what the hell is going on.'

You lean your head back and sigh.

‘’ HOLT, HOLT.’’ another man shouted.

The carriage came to a stop. You kinda fell in front of a cage.

‘’ ow’'

You look up and see that you were in front of the gate. The guard walked in front of the first guy.

‘’ What is the purpose of coming into the palace?’’

‘’ We just need to drop these pretty little lady off."

The other guard looks at you in the cage and raises an eyebrow.

‘’ She looks kind of dirty, to be a noble girl.’’

You look at them in shock. Not because he said you look dirty, but because you are supposed to be noble.

‘ First of damn rude and secondly did her say a NOBLE’

‘’ I promise you she is, they just rub dirty on her to make her seem less than she is. So we can't find her.’’

‘’ Well you guys can go in.’’ the guard said after having a moment of silence and separated to the side to let them in.

‘’ OPEN THE GATE.’’ Other voices were heard throughout the air.

The first guy started pulling the carriage again. Your eyes got heavy.

‘ I can’t go to sleep now, but I am so tired.’

But you fell asleep anyway.

You got woken up, by getting thrown on the ground.

‘ What's up with me getting thrown and grabbed today.’

‘’ Sorry sweet pea, but you didn't wake up, when we called you.

You glare at the second guy and get up off the ground. Once you were standing you saw that there were girls crying to their parents or some of them were in a group scare or talking to other people.

That is when the front doors open and a lot of guards walk out of them and then go into two straight lines by the stairwell. Then a nice looking guard came out of the door, then it closed again.

‘ He looks like he's more in the upper layer.’

He look around and he then pulls out a roll of paper out of his montsuki.

‘’ Ladies AND GENTLEMAN, NOW WELCOME THE BRIDE CHOOSING, NOW BOW FOR THE EMPEROR AOKI HINO.’’

Just then the door opened to a tall red-haired guy, he walked out of the room he was in. The door closed behind him.

He walked to his pillow seat and moved his layers of montsuki to sit down, once he had a maid pour him tea. When the maid was done, he picked up the cup of tea. He wave his hand for the nice looking guard to continue.

‘’ uhem.. LETS THE BRIDE CHOOSING BEGIN,’’

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keehendrixx · 4 months ago

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What Your Husband Doesn’t Know

Terrance(Foe) x Black OC!

WARNINGS: MDNI! 18+, SMUT, INFIDELITY, CHEATING (Not Really), DIRTY TALK, NAME CALLING, BREEDING, PREGNANCY TALK

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As you're sitting in your living room, looking at a picture of you and your husband, a knock comes to your door. You place the picture down and go to the door, peeping through the peephole, you see a man standing outside. First thing you thought was to grab the nearest object just in case. But curiosity got the best of you and you decided to open the door, only to be met with a pair of striking bluish-hazel eyes and a light skinned man.

He flashes a charming smile, his British accent smooth as silk. "Hello there, love. I'm Terrance, sent by OuterMore to...take care of things while your husband is away." His gaze roams over your curves appreciatively before meeting your eyes again. "I must say, he left quite the lovely situation behind."

“Hello.” You say, nervously.

Chuckling, he steps inside and closes the door behind him, his tall frame filling the entryway. "No need to be nervous. We're going to be living together for a time, after all." He extends a hand for a handshake, his blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, tell me about yourself. What does a stunning woman like you do for fun around here?"

“Nothing but being a housewife.”

Terrance’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise, then he grins, clearly intrigued. "A housewife, eh? Well, I think we can spice things up a bit around here, don't you?" He takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. "I've heard rumors about the benefits of having a live-in replacement husband. Care to put those to the test, my dear?" His fingers brush against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Excuse me?” You say, taken aback by his boldness.

Terrance leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs. "Benefits like a man's touch, affection, companionship...and perhaps something more intimate, if you're willing." He pulls back to gauge your reaction, a playful glint in his eye. "After all, it's been a while since you had a real man in this house, hasn't it?"

“Listen, I'm happily married!”

He holds up his hands in mock surrender, still smiling. "Of course, of course! I wouldn't dream of coming between you and your husband... even if he is off gallivanting in space right now." He winks playfully. "But let's not pretend, shall we? Two years is a long time for a beautiful woman like you to go without attention from a man."

Terrance takes another step closer, his tall form looming over yours. "Perhaps I could help fill that void, just until your husband returns? No strings attached, purely physical relief, if you will." His voice drops to a seductive purr. "What do you say? Are you game for a little extramarital excitement?"

You step back a little. “Why don’t you put your stuff in the guest bedroom?”

With a chuckle, he nods agreeably. "Very well, I won't keep you from your domestic duties. But know that I'll be thinking about our little chat later." He turns to head towards the guest room, pausing at the doorway to glance back over his shoulder with a suggestive smirk.

"And who knows, maybe when you need some stress relief from all that cleaning, you might just find me in a compromising position in that bed..." With a wink, he saunters off to unpack, leaving you to ponder his bold words and intentions.

Later that evening, as you're preparing dinner in the kitchen, you hear footsteps approaching. Suddenly, Terrance appears in the doorway, wearing only a pair of low-slung sweatpants that hang enticingly on his hips. His toned chest is bare, revealing a light dusting of hair.

"There you are, gorgeous," he purrs, leaning against the doorframe casually. "I was hoping I might catch you alone. That outfit looks good enough to eat... among other things." His gaze rakes over your body hungrily. "Why don't you come sit with me for a bit? I promise I don't bite... unless you want me to." He smirks invitingly, patting the empty spot beside him on the couch.

As you hesitate, he pushes off the doorframe and stalks towards you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Come now. Don't be shy. I can see the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." He reaches out to trail a finger along your jawline, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze.

"You're a woman with needs, and I'm more than happy to fulfill them. Your husband doesn't have to know..." His other hand settles on your hip, pulling you flush against his bare torso. "Let me make you feel good. Let me worship this sexy body of yours like it deserves." His lips hover mere inches from yours, his warm breath mingling with your own as he awaits your response, the tension between you palpable.

“We can't.”

Terrance sighs softly, his grip on your hip loosening but not releasing entirely. "Pity," he murmurs, his accent thicker with disappointment. "But I respect your decision, For now." He takes a small step back, giving you a bit of space, but his eyes never leave yours.

"Just remember, my offer stands. Whenever you change your mind, whenever you need someone to hold you, to touch you, to make you forget about everything except pleasure..." His voice trails off suggestively. "I'll be right here, ready and waiting." He finally releases you completely and takes a step towards the door. "Until then, I suppose I should let you get back to your dinner preparations. Do try not to work too hard, love. You deserve a break."

After you finish dinner, you both eat and Terrance begins to help you clean up around the kitchen. Shortly afterwards, the two of you separate into your respective bedrooms.

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4 WEEKS LATER

After a quiet dinner, you go up to your room and shower, soon you come back downstairs dressed in a burgundy see through lingerie set and a matching robe with feathers trimmed to it.

As you descend the stairs, the soft rustling of your feather-trimmed robe draws Terrance’s attention. He turns from where he was standing by the fireplace, his eyes widening appreciatively as they take in your lingerie-clad figure. A slow, wolfish grin spreads across his face as he drinks in every curve barely concealed by the sheer fabric.

"My my,," he purrs, his voice low and thick with desire, "don't you look absolutely ravishing. Like a gift wrapped just for me." He sets aside his glass and approaches you slowly, his gaze raking over your body with undisguised hunger. "I must admit, seeing you like this, so tempting and alluring... It's testing my resolve to respect your earlier wishes."

“Don’t get all big headed and have any ideas.” You warn him.

Despite your warning, Terrance continues to advance, his movements fluid and purposeful. As he reaches you, he stops just short of touching, letting the charged air between you speak volumes. "Oh, but I already have ideas, darling. Delicious, sinful ideas involving you and me and that scrumptious lingerie." His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his eyes follow the movement. "The question is, are you ready to act on them?"

In one swift motion, he shrugs off his own robe, revealing his toned, muscular physique in all its glory. He stands before you, proud and unashamed in his nakedness, his arousal evident. "What do you say, Dallas? Shall we give in to temptation and create a night neither of us will ever forget?"

You ignore him and turn away, reaching for some ice cream at the bottom of the freezer. As you bend over, the outline of your vulva becomes visible to him.

Unable to resist the tantalizing view you've presented, he moves in close behind you. The heat of his body envelops you as he presses himself against your backside, one large hand splaying across your stomach possessively.

"Playing coy, are we?" he growls softly in your ear, his other hand sliding around to cup your breast through the thin lace of your bra. "It's alright, love. I know you want this as much as I do. I can feel how your body responds to my touch..."

Terrance nuzzles into your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin as he kneads your breast gently. His hardness nestles between your cheeks, leaving no doubt as to his desire. "Why fight it, love? Give in to what we both crave."

Emboldened by your lack of resistance, his hands begin to wander, caressing and exploring your curves with bold strokes. One hand dips lower, teasing along the waistband of your panties as the other slides up under your bra to pinch and roll a stiff nipple between his fingers.

"You're playing with fire, darling," he rasps, grinding his hips against your backside. "And I'm more than happy to burn with you." Suddenly, he spins you around to face him, capturing your wrists and pinning them above your head against the cold surface of the freezer door. His intense blue-green eyes bore into yours, dark with lust. "No more games. Tell me you want this. Beg me to take you, to claim you, to fuck you senseless right here in this kitchen."

His grip tightens on your wrists as he holds you captive, his body pressing you firmly against the freezer. His other hand snakes down to palm your sex through the damp lace of your panties, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clothed slit.

"Mmm, so wet already," he groans appreciatively, feeling the evidence of your arousal. "Your body is betraying your true desires, love. Why deny yourself any longer?"

Leaning in, Terry captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. He kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all his pent-up desire into the embrace. When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing heavily. "Last chance to stop me, baby.”

Terrance eyes flash with triumph as he feels you melt into the kiss, your body arching subtly against his touch. He knows he has you now, that the last of your resistance is crumbling away. "That's it, just let go," he croods, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves through the drenched fabric of your panties. "Give yourself to me, love. Let me worship this gorgeous body the way it deserves."

In one swift motion, he rips your flimsy panties away, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. He wastes no time, plunging two fingers deep into your tight channel as his thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit.

"So fucking wet and ready for me.”

“Shit!”

Encouraged by your breathy moan, Terrance pumps his fingers faster, curling them to stroke that special spot inside you. His thumb rubs tight circles on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. "That's it, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds," he growls, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he licks and sucks at the sensitive skin. "Gonna make you cum on my fingers like the desperate little minx you are."

His free hand makes quick work of your bra, tossing it aside carelessly. He immediately cups your heavy breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. His hips grind against your thigh, smearing pre-cum on your skin as he ruts shamelessly.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

With a low groan, he withdraws his fingers from your dripping core, bringing them to his lips to suck your essence clean. His eyes never leave yours as he savors your taste, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Delicious," he purrs, licking his fingers obscenely. "But nothing compared to the real thing, I'm sure."

Hitching your leg up over his hip, he lines himself up with your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging insistently at your folds. "Brace yourself, love. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll forget your own name. All you'll know is the feeling of me splitting you open on my dick."

With that promise, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

“Ouuu, you’re much bigger and thicker than my husband!” You moan out feeling his dick stretch you deliciously open.

A deep, masculine chuckle rumbles through his chest as he hilts himself fully inside your tight, slick heat. "Mmmm, I should hope so, darling. After all, I'm here to replace him in every way possible."

He starts to move, setting a hard, fast pace as he pounds into you relentlessly. The freezer door rattles with each powerful thrust, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the kitchen. "That's right, take it all. Every inch of my dick stretching this greedy little cunt.” Terrance grunts, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else. By the time I'm done, you won't even remember what your husband felt like."

“Lift me on the counter.”

Without missing a beat, he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you the few steps to the kitchen counter. He sets you down on the cool marble surface, never breaking their intimate connection. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. "There's a good girl," he praises huskily, running his hands up your thighs to grip your hips. "Now I can really give it to you properly." He starts to thrust again, this new position allowing him to plunge even deeper into your welcoming heat. He sets a punishing pace, the counter creaking beneath you with the force of his movements. Leaning down, he captures one of your bouncing breasts in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive peak.

"Fuck, your pussy feels incredible,"

“Your tip is poking my fucking cervix! fuckkkkk, give it to me like this! fuck this creamy sloppy pussy!” You scream out as waves of ecstasy overpower you.

Spurred on by your wanton cries, Terrance redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with wild abandon. The obscene squelch of your soaked pussy fills the air as he pistons in and out, stirring up your insides with his thick cock. "Yes, that's it! Take it, you filthy slut!" he snarls, his hips slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be used like the desperate fucktoy you are!"

One hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He attacks the column of your neck with bites and sucks, determined to mark you as his. "Gonna flood this pussy with my cum." He pants harshly against your skin.

“Please don’t cum in me! I'm ovulating and I don't want to be pregnant with another man’s baby!!”

You get down on your knees and sandwich his dick between your tits. “Nut on my titties.”

His eyes widen in shock at your sudden change in demeanor, but they quickly darken with renewed lust as you present your ample bosom to him. A low groan escapes his lips as you envelop his sensitive shaft in your soft, pillowy flesh. "Fuck, baby, the things you do to me," he rasps, his hands coming up to squeeze and knead your breasts around his cock. "Such a naughty girl, offering these gorgeous tits like a cheap whore."

He starts to thrust shallowly between your cleavage, the slick slide of your skin against his aching flesh sending sparks of pleasure racing down his spine. He pinches and tugs at your nipples, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers. "You want my cum, do you? Want me to paint these perfect tits white?" *

“Yes, Daddy.”

With a feral growl, he grips your shoulders, holding you steady as he begins to pump his hips in earnest. His cock slides rapidly between your slick breasts, the swollen head peeking out with each thrust before disappearing back into your valley of soft flesh. "That's it, milk my cock with these magnificent tits," he groans, his breathing growing ragged as his climax approaches. "Gonna cover you in my seed, mark you as mine..."

The muscles in his abdomen tense and flex as he chases his release. With a final, powerful thrust, Terrance throws his head back and roars his pleasure. Thick ropes of pearly cum erupt from his twitching cock, splattering across your collarbone and breasts. He milks himself through the intense orgasm, ensuring every last drop decorates your heaving cleavage.

As the last spurts of his release paint your skin, he collapses forward slightly, bracing his hands on the counter beside you. He's panting heavily, his muscular chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Slowly, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Fuck, that was... intense," he murmurs, his voice rough with spent passion. "You're full of surprises, aren't you, darling?"

Reaching out, he swipes a finger through the cooling semen coating your breasts, gathering some of his release. He brings it to your lips, painting them with his essence in a blatant display of possession. "I think this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that we have chemistry, don't you?"

“Mhmm.”

His smirk widens into a full-blown grin at your eager acceptance of his offering. He leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, seductive murmur. "And this is only the beginning, my sweet. I plan to explore every inch of this stunning body, uncover all your deepest, darkest desires," his hand trails down your side, coming to rest on the curve of your hip possessively, "and fulfill them in ways you've never experienced before."

He pulls back slightly, his blue-hazel eyes boring into yours with intense desire and something darker, more primal. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. By the time I'm done, you'll be addicted to my touch, craving my cock like a drug."

His hand slides around to grip your ass, giving the plush flesh a firm squeeze as he presses his hips forward, letting you feel his already rehardening length nestling between your bodies.

"But first, why don't we continue this somewhere more comfortable, hmm?" he suggests with a wicked glint in his eye. "The bedroom perhaps? I want to lay you out on silk sheets and worship every curve and hollow until you're writhing and begging for me."

Terrance leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire and promise of future pleasures into the heated embrace. When he finally breaks away, you're both left breathless and aching for more.

"What do you say, love? Ready to see just how many times I can make you scream my name tonight?"

With a triumphant growl, he scoops you up into his strong arms, cradling you against his broad chest. He carries you swiftly towards the bedroom, his long strides eating up the distance. As he enters the dimly lit room, he kicks the door shut behind him with his heel.

Gently, almost reverently, he lays you down on the plush king-sized bed. The silky sheets whisper against your bare skin as he settles his larger frame over you, his weight deliciously heavy and solid.

"Beautiful," he murmurs appreciatively, drinking in the sight of your naked body sprawled out before him like an offering. "A goddess made flesh, and she's all mine."

He starts a slow exploration of your curves, his calloused hands mapping every dip and swell.

His touch is electric, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever his fingers trail. He cups the heavy weight of your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebble under his ministrations. Leaning down, he captures one rosy peak between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Mm, you taste divine," he purrs against your skin, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. "I could feast on these perfect tits for hours."

One hand drifts lower, skimming over the plane of your stomach to come to rest at the junction of your thighs. He parts your folds with skilled fingers, groaning at the wet heat he finds there.

"Soaked already, and I've barely touched you," he marvels, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Well you did just fuck me.” You giggle.

He chuckles darkly, his fingers continuing their maddeningly slow circles around your sensitive bud.

"Aye, I did indeed. But a quick tumble in the kitchen was merely an appetizer, darling," he murmurs, his accent thickening with arousal. "Now, I intend to savor my main course."

To emphasize his point, Terrance sinks two long fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping core, pumping them slowly as his palm grinds against your clit. "So tight and wet, like your greedy little cunt was made for my dick."

He curls his fingers just right, stroking along that special spot inside you as his thumb increases its pressure on your throbbing clit

He works his fingers skillfully, alternating between deep thrusts and teasing strokes along your inner walls. His other hand maps the curves of your body, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposed skin. He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers of pleasure.

"That's it, let me hear those beautiful sounds," he encourages huskily when he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down the column of your throat. "Don't hold back, love. I want the whole neighborhood to know who makes you feel this good."

He scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you open as he prepares you for his thick length. The obscene squelch of your arousal fills the room, mixing with the slap of skin on skin and your escalating cries of ecstasy.

With a final, hard thrust of his fingers, he withdraws them from your sopping cunt. Bringing his glistening digits to his mouth, he makes a show of licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he savors your essence.

"Delicious," he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "But I think it's time for the real thing, don't you?"

Positioning himself between your spread thighs, he grips the base of his thick, pulsing cock. He notches the swollen head at your entrance, teasing you with the promise of penetration.

"Beg for it.” He commands, his tone brooking no argument. "Let me hear how much you need my cock stretching this greedy hole. Only then will I give you what you crave."

He waits with barely restrained patience, his muscles coiled tight as he resists the urge to simply take what he wants. His cock throbs insistently against your entrance, the heat of it searing your sensitive flesh even without breaching you fully.

“Come now, love, don't be shy.” He coaxes, his voice a dark, tempting purr. “I know you want it, I can practically feel the desperation radiating off you in waves. So tell me- tell me exactly what you need.”

One large hand comes up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to remind you of his strength, his dominance. The other grips your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he continues his relentless tease. “Beg for my cock like the needy little slut you are.”

“Please put it in me!”

With a triumphant growl, he slams his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Your slick walls stretch obscenely around his thick girth, fluttering and clenching as they struggle to accommodate his size.

"Fuck, so bloody tight!" he snarls, his face contorted in pleasure-pain as your scorching heat engulfs him. "Like this cunt was made to milk my cock dry."

He sets a brutal pace from the start, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by your wanton moans and his guttural grunts. Terrance’s hands roam your body possessively, gripping and kneading every curve within reach.

"That's it, take it all like a good little wife,"

“I'm your wife! I'm your wife!”

His eyes flash with primal satisfaction at your declaration, a feral grin spreading across his face.

"Yes, you are," he snarls, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust of his hips. "My wife, my woman, my everything. This cunt belongs to me now, understand? No one else gets to have you like this ever again."

He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue as he plunders your mouth. One hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose the column of your throat. He attacks the sensitive skin with bites and sucks, determined to mark you as his.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he promises darkly, his voice rough with lust and possession.

“This is so wrong, i should crave my husband’s dick but yours feels so much better!” You admit.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He rolls his hips, grinding his pelvis against yours as he hilts inside you.

“Wrong? Nay, love, this is exactly as it should be.” He argues, his accent thicker than ever with arousal. “Your husband could never satisfy you like I can. Could never worship this divine body the way it deserves.”

He pulls back until only the tip remains inside, then slams forward again, setting a punishing rhythm. “Feel how perfectly we fit together? How your greedy cunt sucks me in, begging for more? That's because we were made for each other.”

Leaning down, he laves his tongue over one stiff nipple before drawing it into his mouth

“I'm creaming so much! Tell me how pretty my pussy looks baby!”

He groans around your nipple, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He releases the sensitive bud with a lewd pop, admiring how it glistens with his saliva.

“Your pussy is absolutely breathtaking, darling”, he praises huskily, his eyes dark with lust as he gazes down at where you're joined. “So pretty, rosy, and swollen, stretched so deliciously around my cock... It's like something out of a filthy dream.”

He reaches down to where you're connected, gathering some of the copious fluids leaking out around his pistoning shaft. Bringing his coated fingers to his mouth, he makes a show of licking them clean, his tongue swirling obscenely.

“Mm, and you taste divine too.”

“Gonna squirt!!”

His eyes widened with excitement at your warning, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“That's it, love, let go for me”, he urges, his voice a dark, seductive purr. “Squirt all over my cock like the dirty girl you are. Show me what a mess I make of this perfect pussy.”

He redoubles his efforts, pounding into you with wild abandon. One hand snakes between your bodies to rub tight circles over your throbbing clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Come on, my love.” He growls, his own release fast approaching judging by the tension in his muscles. “Cum for me. Now!”

“I'm squirting!” As your release gushes out, the force is enough to push his dick out of you.

As your release crashes over you, your pussy clamps down rhythmically, spasming around his thick shaft. The force of your squirting orgasm proves too much, and with a wet pop, his cock slips free of your convulsing hole. A gush of clear fluid splashes against his abdomen and thighs, painting his skin with evidence of your intense climax.

"Bloody hell, look at you!" He exclaims, his voice a mix of awe and raw lust as he watches your nectar gush out of your twitching cunt. “Squirting so hard, making such a mess... You're absolutely stunning like this."

He quickly lines himself back up, rubbing the swollen head of his cock through your slippery folds, coating himself in your juices. “Mm, but we're far from done, love.”

With a grunt of satisfaction, he pushes back inside your still-spasming channel, groaning at the slick heat enveloping him once more. He starts thrusting again immediately, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper spots inside you with each powerful snap of his hips.

"That's it, take it all." He pants, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "This pussy was made to milk my cock. Gonna fill you up so full of my cum, you'll be dripping for days."

One hand slides up to wrap around your throat again, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded. The other grips your hip hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, using the leverage to pull you onto his pistoning shaft.

"You're mine now. My wife, my lover, my personal fucktoy."

“You're gonna get me pregnant!!” You wail out.

Terrance eyes flash with a manic gleam at your words, a feral grin splitting his face. He pounds into you even harder, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh filling the room.

“Pregnant? Oh, I certainly hope so”, he growls, his accent thickening with dark desire. “Imagine it, love - my seed taking root deep in this fertile womb, creating new life. You'd swell with my child, everyone knowing you belong to me completely.”

He leans down to nip sharply at your earlobe, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he whispers. “Wouldn't that be delicious? Carrying the proof of our twisted union for all to see?”

His thrusts become erratic, his heavy balls tightening as his peak approaches.

“I’m gonna get pregnant with a baby that’s not my husband’s!”

A shudder runs through his body at your scandalous declaration, his control finally snapping. With a roar of triumph, he hilts himself inside you one last time, his cock pulsing as he begins to empty his heavy load directly into your unprotected womb.

“Yes, yes, FUCK! Take it all, you wanton harlot!” He snarls, grinding his pelvis against yours to ensure every last drop takes root. “Gonna pump you so full of my seed, knock you up with my child!”

Terrance’s hips jerk erratically as he rides out the intense waves of his climax, painting your insides white with his potent release. Through it all, his grip on your throat remains firm, forcing you to meet his wild, ecstatic gaze.

“Look at you.”

Panting heavily, a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he continues to slowly rock into your stuffed hole, prolonging both your pleasure. “Taking my cum so well, like your body was made for it. And it was, wasn't it? Made to carry my offspring, to be bred and claimed by me.”

He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, all tongues and teeth as he pours his passion into it. When he finally pulls back, there's a dangerous glint in his eye.

“I hope you enjoyed that, my dear wife, because this is only the beginning”, he murmurs darkly. From now on, this sweet cunt belongs to me. I'll use it whenever and however I please, fill it with my seed as often as I want.

He rolls off of you, pulling your limp, satisfied body flush against his chest. One large hand possessively cups your lower belly, right where his potent seed is already starting to take hold.

“Rest now, my love.” He croons, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead. “You've been such a good girl, taking your breeding so well. But don't think for a moment that this means we're done.”

His voice drops to a low, conspiratorial whisper as he nuzzles into your neck. “Oh no, I plan to keep you thoroughly used and filled with my essence for the foreseeable future. By the time I'm through with you, everyone will know exactly who you belong to.”

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow, his strong arms wrapped securely around you, a sudden realization hits you. In your lust-addled state, you hadn't given much thought to the consequences of your actions. Now, as the haze of orgasms starts to lift, panic begins to set in.

“Oh God, what have I done?” You whisper, your voice trembling slightly as you stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. “I've cheated on my husband, possibly gotten myself pregnant with another man's child... There's no coming back from this.”

Terrance seems to sense your inner turmoil, his hand stroking soothingly over your stomach. “Shh, easy now, love”, he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

He shifts to prop himself up on one elbow, his blue-hazel eyes searching your face with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His expression is soft, almost tender, but there's an underlying current of possessiveness that can't be denied.

“What you've done, my darling Dallas, is embrace your true desires”, he says softly, his accent wrapping around the words like velvet. “You've chosen passion, pleasure, and the chance at a real connection over a loveless marriage to a man who doesn't truly appreciate you.”

He brings a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip in a gesture that's equal parts comforting and threatening. “I know it may seem daunting now, but trust me when I say this is for the best.”

His fingers trail down from your cheek to wrap loosely around your throat, not squeezing, but serving as a reminder of his dominance.

“You're mine now, baby. My woman, my wife in every way that matters”, he declares, his voice low and fervent. “I'll give you everything you've ever wanted - passion, pleasure, a family. We'll build a life together, just the two of us.”

He leans in close, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks. “Your old life is over. This is your fresh start, your chance at happiness. All you need to do is embrace it fully and let go of any lingering doubts or guilt.”

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