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gen v vicky my beloved

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It would be kinda funny if Claudia Doumit read Victoria fanfiction and saw all the unhinged shit on here 😭

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You can post whatever you want, but like an INCEST fic between a FATHER AND DAUGHTER is weird as hell. Not to mention, it's lowkey pedophilic.

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Jealous

Summary: You find yourself feeling uncharacteristically jealous.

Warnings: jealousy, mild possessive behavior, mentions of the reader leaving lipstick marks.

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You wouldn't say that you were a jealous person, per say, you were rather secure in your relationship with Victoria even, but occasionally, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head and the bitter taste of jealousy coats your tongue as the ever roaming eyes of those enraptured with Victoria's beauty devoured her whole. You had once been one of those admirers. She left you almost speechless and forgetting your own name the first time you laid eyes on her. You didn't look at her with lust, only reverence, as though she were a goddess that had come down from her high perch above just to mingle around those that weren't worthy of gazing upon her, only lucky enough that they caught a glimpse of her. Yet she saw you as worthy, the minute your eyes locked Victoria knew that she had to have you. And as though she had been struck by Cupid's arrow, she pursued you.

Four years of dating and four more years of even more blissful marriage, the two of you never seemed to hit the ceiling of the amount of love and admiration you held for each other. You loved her unequivocally, and that wouldn't change, and Victoria's sentiment mirrored your own. If only others would understand and respect that, that Victoria's gaze only softened for you, that her brown eyes held warmth only for you and that her ears yearned for your voice, your laugh and the wanton moans that only she could pull from you. Despite it being more than obvious where her love and loyalty lay, it didn't stop others from trying their luck anyway, hoping that, for some reason, the goddess would bestow upon them even a fraction of the love that she gave you.

Their attempts were always futile, being shot down before the hope for something could be planted, the ground wholly infertile for any affection that wasn't your own. She made you feel secure and made sure you never forgot who her heart truly belonged to. And yet, this scenario felt a little different, maybe because it had crept up on you, leaving you doubting whether it was a mix of paranoia and misinterpretation.

Victoria's new secretary was nice, nothing seemed off about her at first, eventually you began to notice that look in her eyes. At first, you tried to dismiss the churning feeling in your stomach as you convinced yourself that it was simply professional admiration. But as time went on, it became clearer to you that it wasn't the admiration of which someone looked with professional reverence. No, it was the same look at which you gazed upon her. The same look at which was captured in your wedding photos and when you worshiped the altar that you laid at her feet. What she looked at your wife with was that of the same look that you had given her all those years ago; love.

Jealousy ran through your veins like a burning hot liquid that scorched everything in its path. The churning in your stomach intensified, and something primal that you had no idea was within you awakened.

Your arrival at Victoria's office wasn't new. It was an almost daily occurrence. You would often come bearing lunch for you to share. However, today, you brought more than a couple of bagels in a brown paper bag. It took everything in you not to glare at the plastic and polite smile given to you by her secretary.

"Ms Neuman is just inside." The statement was said with an odd bit of tension, and a small segment of what you can only assume was smugness.

"Mrs," you corrected in your head. The gawl and nerve of her to omit Victoria's proper title. It was a jab, no doubt. A way to subtly poke you as if to emphasize that she would be the one to change her title. Either way, it didn't matter. You made sure to not so subtly flash your wedding ring as you pushed open the door.

Your lunch break was spent with Victoria as usual, trying to steal your lunch despite you both having the same order. For the duration of the hour, you forgot about the burning in your chest and the pit that had developed in your stomach, though it returned when you had to leave.

As you exited with your wife on your tail, something overtook you as you caught sight of Victoria's subordinate. With an impassioned movement, you kissed Victoria's lips with an intensity that was far less appropriate for the environment, yet you didn't care. If Victoria noticed the unusual gusto of which you kissed her in her place of work, she didn't say it, but the look in her face sure did show you that she knew. With a parting kiss to her cheek and neck, you left a lipstick stain that partially marked the collar of her blouse; something that you knew couldn't be easily wiped away. Good.

The intense look on the face of Victoria told you that she was yours, and the poorly hidden crestfallen look of the secretary's seemed to indicate that she knew that too.

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This was peak. Why did I wake up and cook like this that day? Omg 😭

Hers

Summary: Victoria Neuman often protects what's hers

Warnings: age gap relationship, light mentions of trauma and manipulation, very light mention of murder

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There weren't many things in this world that Victoria wanted to protect, and their were even fewer people. But somehow, you had wormed your way into the artic desert that resided in her chest. Your affection traversing the snowy tundra and scaling the defenses that she built as Nadia before finally finding refuge within the warm depths of her heart before you nested beside the heat of the blazing inferno that was her love.

Victoria's love was nothing if not intense and all consuming. Once you became hers, it was hard for her to let you go. Her very being warped to protect you, often putting you first before herself despite her manipulative and selfish tendencies.

The truth is, Victoria was a lover. She wanted to love, and she had affection that knew very little bounds. But it was Nadia that truly craved it, Nadia, that reached out and grasped onto those who she loved. She had lost so much at a tender age and clung to the ones present for fear of losing them to. Victoria was the protective shell that had formed around her true, most vulnerable self. Stan had made sure of it, and Victoria followed.

Oftentimes, when Victoria looked at her daughter Zoe, she reminded her of herself. She looked just like her when Victoria had been her age, and the need to protect her wasn't just maternal, but the need to protect her the way no one had before Stan. Everything she did was to prevent Zoe from having the same fate that was thrust upon her when she was simply so tender, so young and unequivocally vulnerable.

You had been a broke college graduate when Victoria had met you. You were vulnerable but determined. Your passion and desire for success drove you. With an ambition that rivaled her own, you had peaked her interest, and Victoria found herself willing to poke and prod at the depths of your mind. She had initially been driven by her desire to mold and manipulate, to see what use you would provide her, but what she hadn't anticipated was how disarming your charm and smile would be.

You were young, but you were smart. Clearly molded by your experiences that pushed you; nay forced you to grow. You had worked for everything that you had, and Victoria liked that. She hadn't meant to fall for you, especially when she was almost ten years your senior, but it happened.

There was controversy, of course there was. Victoria Neuman dating a twenty something was prime material for the hungry sharks in the water that had smelled blood. Victoria could handle it. A little blowback from her rivals and opportunistic journalists alike was the least of her concerns when she had had many more scathing articles written about her before.

It was you that she worried for. You weren't used to this, to having all eyes on you, especially in such an aggressive and frankly invasive manner. All of your socials had been privated out of necessity, and you had been hounded at your place of work before you were forced to hole yourself off in an attempt to protect yourself from the relentless onslaught of attention your relationship brought.

Victoria had her ways and connections and forced the noise to stop, grinding everything to a halt by having a significantly more scandalous thing be coincidentally leaked about a political rival that the journalists ate up. Her relationship had become stale in the ever turning, ever churning machine of the rumor mill. Now, the claws of the scavengers sunk into flesh much more delectable, leaving you able to finally breathe the fresh air uninterrupted and mostly unbothered.

You were hers, and Victoria would protect what was hers, even if she had to pop a few heads and uproot a few lives to do it.

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Oh doctor my doctor

Summary: Having a wife with hemokenesis has its benefits; you have a personal doctor on hand.

Warnings: afab reader, mentions of blood, mentions of smut, period mention, mention of bad eating habits (not eating)

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Being married to Victoria Neuman had its benefits, for one, the security that she provided both emotionally and financially was nothing short of astounding. She was grounding, a woman who could calm a storm with the right words and a couple of well placed touches, soothing any concerns or anxieties that plagued your mind. With Victoria, you've never had to worry about whether she loved you. She showed it constantly and consistently, going out of her way to make it known that you were more than just loved. That you were treasured and appreciated. You've never had to worry about a bill, a note, or the price of anything you've laid your eyes on. If you wanted it, she'd get it for you, no questions asked. You were well taken care of, not to mention she came with a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed daughter who was the light of both of your worlds. Safe to say, the life that you had built with Victoria was nothing short of secure.

The other benefit included her hemokenesis. Victoria could tell when you were sick before you could and would immediately circumvent it before it had the chance to as so much as make you cough or sneeze. Forget to track your period date? No problem, she was more accurate than any app. Clocking the rising and falling levels of estrogen coursing through your body like clockwork and adjusting her behavior accordingly, knowing that she'd need to give you extra loving during that time.

"Hey babe when is-"

"Next week Friday." She answered without so much as missing a beat. Your favorite treats and meals were already pre-ordered before you could even blink, and products stashed for the date. She'd even help alleviate cramps when she could and would indicate when you'd need to change your preferred method of product.

Other times, you'd feel a skip in your heartbeat and immediately assume your time has come, much to her mild amusement.

"Am I having a-"

"Heart attack? No, love, it's a heart palpation. You're not dying." She answered before you could even finish the sentence. Frankly, you've asked many a question a few times before over the course of your marriage and knew exactly what you'd say. Sometimes, you'd wonder if she was a mind reader too, which resulted in such conversations as:

"What am I thinking of right now?"

"My love," She'd say with a sigh. "I don't know, I'm not a mind reader."

"Right we'll how did you know know what I was going to say?"

"Because you've asked me that a few times before."

"Oh...... I'm still watching you."

Victoria also had the ability to know if you've eaten or not. The way your blood sugar levels would drop when you had gone without eating was enough for her to chide you while ordering your favorite meal as she reminded you of the importance of a good hearty meal.

Other times, she could tell when you were stressed, tired, irritated. When your cortisol levels were high, she'd draw you a bath, put on your favorite show, and give you all the affection that you needed as well as giving you a safe space to vent when you needed it.

Her favorite, however, was when you were turned on or in the mood. One minute you'd be talking, and the next she'd have you tangled in the sheets, panting and moaning, using the very hormones traveling through your system to bring you to ecstacy time and time again. Paying extra attention to the way your body would react to her touch.

In a crowded room, the flurry of different heartbeats would sometimes overwhelm her, but the very distinct sound of your own would always cut through the noise, blocking it all out, save for yours. She loved to listen to the steady rhythm as it beat in your chest. It was a reminder that you were alive. The sound of your blood rushing through your veins was a comfort to her, the way your heart rate would pick up when she'd kiss you, talk to you, hell even look at you. The rush of oxytocin that she'd sense every time you were near her would only melt her further, causing her heart to flutter and her face to flush as she looked at you softly with those brown eyes that you've lost yourself in so many times before.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You would ask softly.

"Because I love you." She replied back. The intensity of the look would be enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"I love you too."

"I know."

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One of my birthday wishes for today is that I want her back 😭😭😭

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Another day that passes is another day of missing this diva.

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I miss Victoria Neuman so much, I know she's looking up at us rn 😔

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The bimbo feminism girls who love Legally Blonde really missed like the whole point of the movie. The point is that she's not a brainless bimbo. She saves the day with her knowledge of haircare, sure, but she got in the room by going to law school. You cannot reduce that movie down to "Girl knowledge saves the day!" because the perm wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't spent the entire rest of the movie working her ass off in an unrelated field. The feminist angle is that she can have girly interests and also be smart, not that having girly interests is feminist in itself

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Road trip

Summary: You, Victoria, and Zoe have a mini road trip

Warnings: None

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"The GPS says-"

"Fu-orget the GPS, this road is quicker." You and Victoria had been bickering over the GPS for the past few minutes after it rerouted three times within the span of five minutes, causing a minor setback in your road trip. What's worse is that Zoe's bladder decided that now was the time that it needed to be relieved. Victoria sighed before grumbling what you assumed were swear words before taking your word for it and taking your suggested road.

"I gotta pee." Zoe chimed in yet again, her airpods abandoned as she looked at you with increasing desperation.

"I told you not to drink so much water." Victoria scolded, her voice slightly exasperated.

"I know, but I was really thirsty."

As if the heavens above took pity on the child's pleas, a diner came into view, and Victoria had barely been able to place the car into park before Zoe hauled ass through the double doors. You and Victoria followed after, both only realizing how famished you were when the sweet scent of milkshakes combined with the salty air from savory burgers hit your noses.

"I don't know about you, but I'm two minutes away from eating you, I'm starving as hell." You had commented, to which Victoria looked at you, gave you a shit eating grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Victoria." The comment was met with a laugh. Victoria headed off to the bathroom to check on Zoe while you ordered in the meantime.

A couple of milkshakes and burgers later, you were back on the road, and Victoria decided that this was prime time for karaoke, to which Zoe groaned before closing her eyes and saying a silent prayer for whatever torture that Victoria was bestowing upon the rest of you to stop. To her absolute horror and defeat, you joined in, singing about half of Destiny's Child's discography, occasionally slipping in the "bet you don't know about this one, huh" and "This was a hit back in the day" to which Zoe countered with "Destiny's Child was and is mainstream."

On the highway, traffic crawled along due to a minor collision, and Victoria grumbled at the cars that slowed down to watch before doing the exact same thing when she got to the accident. You mumbled a quick "hypocrite" before gawking at the crash yourself and adding riveting commentary like "Wow, the bumper is gone" and "Glad we're not them, hope they have insurance" before Victoria finally pulled off and continued driving along.

The sun was beginning to set by the time you were on your way home, and Zoe's tablet, phone, and power bank were all dead; something that she complained about for a solid ten minutes before falling asleep in the backseat, mouth open as light snores filled the car.

The way the rays of the setting sun poured in through the vehicle's tinted windows made Victoria look almost angelic, and you couldn't help but stare.

"You're staring." She replied, her eyes never leaving the road.

"I know." It was a simple response that was said softly as your eyes continued to admire the woman next to you. You loved her, the family that you had with her, everything about her. Wherever she was, wherever was, was home, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"We should do this more often."

"We should."

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Also whoever created the character Victoria Neuman needs to be given the most gut wrenching mouthwatering head known to man.

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@victorianeumans-wife @victorianeumanstrophywife @omega-horus

Yk, what hell yeah!

you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌

on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category

fictional character. date night. gift. outfit. dessert. love quote.

tysm lyssy for the tag this is so pretty!! @bloodstainedsapphic

Npt 🏷️@moonpascal @thatdammchickennugget @obsessedwithceleste @acourtofchaos @leona-hawthorne @gibsluv @ur-local-wizard @riddlesrizzler @dearmisshoney @musingsofahufflepuff

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Hers

Summary: Victoria Neuman often protects what's hers

Warnings: age gap relationship, light mentions of trauma and manipulation, very light mention of murder

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There weren't many things in this world that Victoria wanted to protect, and their were even fewer people. But somehow, you had wormed your way into the artic desert that resided in her chest. Your affection traversing the snowy tundra and scaling the defenses that she built as Nadia before finally finding refuge within the warm depths of her heart before you nested beside the heat of the blazing inferno that was her love.

Victoria's love was nothing if not intense and all consuming. Once you became hers, it was hard for her to let you go. Her very being warped to protect you, often putting you first before herself despite her manipulative and selfish tendencies.

The truth is, Victoria was a lover. She wanted to love, and she had affection that knew very little bounds. But it was Nadia that truly craved it, Nadia, that reached out and grasped onto those who she loved. She had lost so much at a tender age and clung to the ones present for fear of losing them to. Victoria was the protective shell that had formed around her true, most vulnerable self. Stan had made sure of it, and Victoria followed.

Oftentimes, when Victoria looked at her daughter Zoe, she reminded her of herself. She looked just like her when Victoria had been her age, and the need to protect her wasn't just maternal, but the need to protect her the way no one had before Stan. Everything she did was to prevent Zoe from having the same fate that was thrust upon her when she was simply so tender, so young and unequivocally vulnerable.

You had been a broke college graduate when Victoria had met you. You were vulnerable but determined. Your passion and desire for success drove you. With an ambition that rivaled her own, you had peaked her interest, and Victoria found herself willing to poke and prod at the depths of your mind. She had initially been driven by her desire to mold and manipulate, to see what use you would provide her, but what she hadn't anticipated was how disarming your charm and smile would be.

You were young, but you were smart. Clearly molded by your experiences that pushed you; nay forced you to grow. You had worked for everything that you had, and Victoria liked that. She hadn't meant to fall for you, especially when she was almost ten years your senior, but it happened.

There was controversy, of course there was. Victoria Neuman dating a twenty something was prime material for the hungry sharks in the water that had smelled blood. Victoria could handle it. A little blowback from her rivals and opportunistic journalists alike was the least of her concerns when she had had many more scathing articles written about her before.

It was you that she worried for. You weren't used to this, to having all eyes on you, especially in such an aggressive and frankly invasive manner. All of your socials had been privated out of necessity, and you had been hounded at your place of work before you were forced to hole yourself off in an attempt to protect yourself from the relentless onslaught of attention your relationship brought.

Victoria had her ways and connections and forced the noise to stop, grinding everything to a halt by having a significantly more scandalous thing be coincidentally leaked about a political rival that the journalists ate up. Her relationship had become stale in the ever turning, ever churning machine of the rumor mill. Now, the claws of the scavengers sunk into flesh much more delectable, leaving you able to finally breathe the fresh air uninterrupted and mostly unbothered.

You were hers, and Victoria would protect what was hers, even if she had to pop a few heads and uproot a few lives to do it.

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YOU ARE FEEDING MY CURRENT OBSESSION WITH VICKY THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH

You're welcome 😊

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Work at Home

Summary: While doing Victoria's laundry, you find something interesting.

Warnings: Blood, implications of murder

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A blazer, some work pants, Zoe's favorite top, another blazer. You sorted through the clothing in the laundry basket as you hummed along to the music playing from your phone. The repetitive actions were almost therapeutic as you separated piles of clothing to be washed and dried. Victoria sat in the other room at the kitchen island as she poured over some work emails while the muffled sounds of Zoe's cartoons could be heard coming from the living room.

Oftentimes, you and Victoria split chores around the home, having a schedule chart that hung on the foyer wall. Today, it's your turn to do laundry, and the melodic singing of Selena Quintanilla blasting from your phone often made tasks much more manageable.

A pair of pants, some underwear, a skirt, Victoria's favorite top, and some work blouse with red stains on it..... a work blouse with red stains?

That immediately pulled you out of your mindless sorting as you began to examine the stained cotton. Small droplets of something red coated the front in an almost splattered pattern, and while it wasn't much, it was noticeable to you, it always was. She always was, Victoria's subtle manipulation, glints in her eyes that often ran shivers down your spine. The way her voice became chillingly soft when she lied or masked, you saw it, you knew it, you ignored it.

You knew that your wife was more than the charming politician or the doting wife and mother that she presented to the public. And while was doting, while she was charming, you knew that Victoria was also something else. Something that you never wished to dig further into for fear of what you may find.

In truth, you knew that she was ruthless. Though it had never been directed to you, you knew what she was capable of. You knew that she had the connections, the wealth, the ability to wipe someone clean off of the map if she had to.

Often, did you turn a blind eye to those things, pretending that she was nothing more than the charming politician and the doting wife and mother who you slept next to every night. Who you kissed and told I love you to first thing in the morning when you woke up and late at night before you went to bed. The woman who checked under Zoe's bed for monsters, read stories too and tucked her in every night, giving Zoe and her stuffed animal a kiss on the forehead.

But you knew. You knew that the stains on the shirt weren't food of any kind or spilled ink. It the small dots of red glared at you, a small indicator of the reality that you refused to face.

Suddenly, you felt sick, and the sounds of your music could no longer distract your mind from the slightly browned color of sparce splotches on the top in your hand. The detergent overwhelmed your senses as your thoughts began to spiral as you considered the reality before they were quieted by your delusions. "Maybe she was hurt. Had a simple nosebleed. Maybe it was hers."

Slowly, you opened the door and put on your best face of indifference as you approached your wife. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the shirt almost burned against the skin of your palm, the soft cotton of the blouse becoming almost overwhelming.

"Hey, did you get hurt or something?" Your voice sounded slightly strained with worry, whether it was for her or the person who possibly stained the shirt, you weren't sure.

Victoria looked up at you before looking at the item in your hand. Her brown eyes zeroed in on the almost imperceptible dots before looking back at you.

"Just a small nosebleed, nothing to worry about." She replied, her mouth forming into a tense smile as that soft, deceptive tone that she used crept into her voice.

You knew she was lying. She knew that you knew she could feel it. Your heart was hammering loudly in your chest as your blood rushed through your veins. You knew. Yet she knew that you'd once again turn a blind eye, pretend that you didn't know. So when you gave a small, unsure nod, she wasn't surprised.

"Okay." You said, your gaze lingering on her before you slowly trudged your way back to the laundry room. Halfway there, you stopped, turned, and said the words that had been clawing their way out. "Victoria, whatever you do, whatever you're doing... make sure that it never comes home with you."

A short but tense silence passed between before Victoria answered. "It won't." Her expression was unreadable as her dark eyes searched yours, a certain coldness briefly settling in her warm browns before it disappeared as you nodded before completing your journey back to the laundry room.

And with that, you began sorting again. A top, some pants, a dress, and a blazer.

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This one was a bit longer than usual. I hope you enjoyed it.

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vic practically whining to have reader sit on vic’s face to let het eat her out?

Needy

Summary: After a long day, Victoria has been craving you more than ever.

Warnings: suggestive content, 18+ AFAB reader, reader has female genitalia

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The nails of your fingers dig into the headboard of your bed as overwhelming pleasure runs through your body. Victoria's lips, fingers, and mouth have been working in tandem to bring you to heights unknown for the past hour.

You had never seen her like this before, so stressed and wound up before until her campaign began. Intimacy became a rare thing, and sex, even rarer. She was always busy, always away from home and always away from you, coming home long after you've fallen asleep and gone before you would wake up. It had been as though you had married a ghost, with only signs of her existence being the fleeting warmth of her side of the bed and the pictures that were framed that hung on the wall or throughout other parts of the house.

It had taken a toll on you, but the added stress and her inability to even touch you for more than five minutes at a time had gotten to her. So she took the day off finally and barely had to beg you to come to bed with her.

Victoria had yet to let up, overstimulating you till you could see colors and taste sound, the ache between your legs being relieved over and over again. You let her. You were more than happy to let her. Your fingers could only do so much in the place of your lover's, only satisfying you half as well.

Her hands gripped onto your thighs to hold you steady as you involuntarily bucked against her face, nose bumping against your bud with every buck and thrust. Your body began to tense as the familiar pressure in the pit of your stomach started to build until it became overwhelming and then.... white hot pleasure consumed you whole as a silent scream ripped from your chest, voice no longer able to project as your whole body went rigged.

You were barely able to register her gently, moving you from the top of her to the soft sheets below you, her face looking blurred as you slowly came down from your haze. When your eyes finally focused on her, you were met with her smiling face staring back at you as you registered the feel of her warm, soft palm against your cheek while her finger gently stroked the skin.

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Sorry for the lack of posting, guys. Life got in the way. Hope you enjoyed my attempt at smut. I'm still getting used to writing it, so forgive me for not being too detailed.