#18+ fanfic

[hobiebrownbrowser]

Incubus Hobie Brown x FEM!Reader!

Ever since you'd had that erotic dream a couple of days ago, Something seems to have broken through. You'd either wake up in a cold sweat or extremely horny. It became a common thing before you'd realized it.

The internet would have answers too at least some of your questions. You looked up the simple thing your brain could think about.

"What does an Incubus do?" An incubus is a demon in male form in folklore that seeks to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women.

"What is an Incubus?" A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women.

Well it was what you were looking for, but it didn't answer your specific question. Why did it choose you? The question kept repeating, traversing into every part of your mind until you'd eventually gave up.

Sleep was slowly taking over every part of you. You knew he'd be there, Remembering every detail of his face before he'd just drain you out the next day. You were scared, yet infatuated. A hefty sigh pursuing past your lips.

You put on some soothing music, laying your body on the cozy comforter so it could rest, Your heartbeat accelerating the more you'd think of the man who called to you.

That devilish smirk on the corner of his lips where his lip piercing resided, Shamelessly wanting to feel his touch roam your body.

It had only been a few minutes, or so you thought. Your eyes snapping open as you feel something putting pressure on your body, His brown-reddish eyes peering down from above.

You couldn't do anything but stare. He's figure leaning lower, his beauty unmatched with mankind itself. Everything felt so real, The slow caress of his ringed fingers up your sides, The air hitting your nipples once the soft fabric rested over your collarbone. A calm sigh leaving you as he pinched your sensitive buds between his fingers.

Something piercing cold making your breath hitch as he captured one of your nipples between his lips. His low monotone eyes not leaving yours, The palm of his hand guides itself between your legs, drinking up every reaction from you.

"Your so wet f'me doll." He loved the way you whimpered, wanting to drown you in nothing but everlasting pleasure. He wanted too fuck you until you could make him feel again, Every ounce of his body aching for you.

He wanted to feel you, He needed you, pulling you down by your leg until your faces were inches apart, his lips softly planted on yours as he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth.

He licked his fingers that was coated with your slick. Your eyes watching with anticipation as he takes his sweet time lingering above you, You could see it, the tip of his cock twitching as he admires your body.

He wanted to take his time with you, but Miguel would give him another boring lecture, You were his "prey", nothing more. He didn't think that way, the thought pushed aside as he heard a soft whine.

"Please..." You were waiting so patiently for him. He stared in awe, his cock spreading your wet folds, Your cunt aching around him as he slowly pushes himself into you.

A loud gasp alarming his ears that quickly turned into a shallow moan. Your breasts bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. You couldn't feel pain, only the pleasure that seeped through the cracks of your dream.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the sultry of pleasure that rushed through him. You were tight, sucking him back in as he pulled out.

His groans became more potent the more his thrusts fastened, His breathing heavier once your pussy found that nerve at the base of his cock without much effort.

You grasped around him so perfectly, A white ring formed beautifully around the base of his cock. Your voice seeping out like honey as you urged him to go rougher, Your mind completely blank as he hits that delightful spot in you.

His sharp canine teeth drawing blood from his own lip as he felt the need to cum.

"Inside...cum inside!" His hips faltering only a few minutes later as his semen filled you, A loud groan echoing through your ears before everything completely faded to black.

"Gud' mornin, luv." Tired lazy eyes looking down upon you, his lips twisting into a devilish grin, his body deteriorating in front of your sight.

Your body jolted awake, the sounds of birds chirping outside your window as you realized the sun had risen. You knew you had soaked the bed with your arousal, A small huff emitting from you.

You'd have to wash your sheets now.

Ik I should've done a male reader, then again I'm a female. 🧍🏾‍♀️and ik this one is a bit silly 💀

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[rhey-007]

Love is a flame that thrives in the darkest corners of our hearts.

Fernando Alonso x goth mommy!reader || 18+

Summary: A Halloween party led Fernando to meet his one and only Morticia.

A/N: So it's the first time I write for Fernando so I might have not caught the essence of him, but I tried my best. Also, I love all the young readers (especially young mommy readers) but I'm kind of bored of them :// And I've never yet encountered an older reader so I decided to make this fic's reader around Nando's age with two sons - a 17 year old and 3 year old (which aren't really relevant here). She's also taller than him (181 cm, something like Lance). I'm also not that deep into the f1 universe yet and I don't know who's friends with who from the drivers so I just picked Carlos and Lando for Fernando's closest paddock friends (correct me pls).

+ The situation is completely made up. And I apologise if the Spanish and German parts are bad 😔🤚

Warnings/Tags: smut, 18+, older female reader, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, older reader, kids

Art to the fic

Wordcount: 4219 (around)

Masterlist

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Halloween was approaching with huge steps, just as a particular big costume party in Berlin did, to which all the F1 drivers were invited. Everyone was excited, besides the oldest one, driving for the turquoise team – Fernando Alonso.

His indifference was caused by the feeling he was too old for such parties and the fact that he had no one to go with. But after on going persuasion from Lando and Carlos, the poor man gave in and agreed to attend the event.

Although there was another problem – lack of creativity. Fernando had no idea what he should wear and if only he could, he would just throw on the first two things he'd find in his wardrobe. But he couldn’t. No, he had to have some costume. That’s when Norris and Sainz stepped in once again.

„What about Ghostface? "

The youngest asked enthusiasticaly. The three of them sitting in a cafe, drinking their coffees and teas and discussing their costumes. Both of them already knew what they were going to wear but refused to tell for a surprise effect at the party.

„Cliché! "

Carlos responded before he put forward his proposition.

„How about Beetlejuice?”

He asked sipping his chocolate macchiato but earned a displeased look from Lando, who didn’t agree.

„Really? Beetlejuice? Come on! I know his 40 but no one has to know! "

Noriss huffed crossing his arms.

„But Beetlejuice is iconic! "

The two started to argue, making everyone around them pay attention to them. Fernando sighed shaking his head, a little embarrassed by his friends’ behavior.

„If you won't stop arguing I'm not gonna go... "

He hissed trying to calm down the boys, who acted like children.

„Isn’t there a character that doesn’t need a lot of preparation from me? Someone... I don't know... Looking like me? "

Alonso asked after the boys finally stopped their childish quarrel. They both looked at Fernando, then at themselves with mischievous smiles and back at Nando.

„You know... "

Lando started, circling his finger on the wooden table.

„There is that one easy... spooky... Spanish character... "

Carlos continued smiling sweetly at his friend. Alonso quickly understood who they meant, his eyes widening and shook his head disapprovingly.

„No, no, no. I ain't going with Gomez. He makes no sense without Morticia. And you know well I DO NOT have one... "

„It doesn’t matter! I'm sure there's going to be a lot of Morticia's trying to find their Gomez! "

Lando smiled excitedly, he already could see Fernando as the head of Addams family dancing on the dance floor with some beautiful, georgous woman. It was also a great opportunity for the spaniard to find a new lover.

„But it's the easiest character for you! All you need is a striped suit, which I already know where to buy, and some gel for your hair. That's it! "

Lando tried to argument their point as well as he could with a slight help from Carlos.

„He's right. And maybe you’ll be lucky enough to find yourself a chick, finally. We have enough of you grumbling you have enough being alone... „"

The man whispered the last sentence hoping Nando won't hear it, but he did and softly smacked the back of Sainz's head. He did in fact had enough of being alone, as well as seeing all the guys glued to their girlfriends on the paddock, kissing, giggling and being happy. He wanted to puke at the only thought. After an hour of Carlos and Lando stating their pluses for the idea, and Fernando sinking in them, the older man finally but reluctantly agreed.

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When the time came, Nando put on his Gomez suit – it had not only white stripes but also turquoise ones as well as white – turquoise rose in the chest pocket - that Lando found for him and brushed his hair back with gel, leaving some loose strands for the hairstyle to look better. Carlos and Charles picked him up dressed as Mario and Luigi. Fernando could swear they argued which one would be Mario, and it amused him a little when he saw them.

„Hey man! Where's your Morticia? "

Leclerc teased with a smirk. Fernando just rolled his eyes and kicked Sainz’ sit to make him drive away already.

Soon they arrived to the party, stepping out of the car Norris and Piastri quickly greeted them dressed as Scooby and Shaggy with Lily dressed as Velma. The six of them walked in, loud music filling their ears. They filled one of the booths and immediately ordered drinks. Halloween sangrias, raven coktails and other drinks as quickly appeared on the table, as quickly disappeared from it.

While the guys danced Lando tried his best to find a Morticia for Fernando. He was right, there were a lot of them. All of them looked the same with small alterations to the dress, well they were all the same character after all.

Neither of them grasped Alonso's interest and the man was about to give up when he run into one of them after leaving the bathroom. She was different. Taller, older, mature, more dedicated to the role, more passionate. She caught his eye immediately.

„Oh god, I'm sorry”

He said after bumping into her, before she turned around and took his breath away.

„It's okay liebling~” (darling)

The woman smiled down at Nando, her voice like honey to his ears. The man took a good look at her.

Her slender fingers were wrapped around a glass - he wished they could be wrapped around his neck - pale skin shined in the lights as if she was one of the Cullens - he wondered if it burned in the sun - her eyes so dark he wasn’t sure if they were real, sharp canine teeth he wanted sanked deep in his neck so bad. She seemed like a real life vampire.

„Let me guess... You're a Gomez looking for his Morticia? "

She spoke up, getting him out of trance. A soft blush spread across the man's face, barely visible under the red light he was standing in, and he nodded sheepishly. The woman chuckled warmly, her tone changing from a playful to flirtatious one.

„Well, then I guess you're lucky. You've got yourself an einzigartig one~” (unique)

Stretching her hand towards Fernando, expecting him to kiss it she didn’t have to wait long as he obliged immediately. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her palm before asking in a gentleman manner.

„Would you like to dance? "

The woman agreed and after finishing her drink they were off to the dance floor.

They had a pretty good time, the woman taught Fernando a few moves, they were chatting throughout and giggling at the ridiculous costumes.

„I have to admit, you're an amazing dancer. You could make it to Dancing with the Stars”

She teased with a gorgeous smile, making Fernando practically melt in her embrace. He held onto her waist tightly as if she was going to run away the moment he'd let go.

But she wouldn’t. She was too mesmerized by the man to do so. Fernando shook his head at her words.

„No, no, cariño. You're the one who can really dance here”

Nando praised her then pressed another kiss to her hand and squeezed it gently. He was such a sweet gentleman it made butterflies fly in her stomach. Soon Alonso took her back to his booth where he realized he didn’t even knew her name.

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„I'm Y/N”

You said with a smile while shaking the guys’ hands. You’ve managed to catch that they all were F1 drivers and the girl was a girlfriend of one of them.

They were really nice people, aside the fact they were joking about your height difference, but still the only one you were really interested in was Fernando.

He was amazing - charming, handsome, soft, flirty. He had strong arms you wanted wrapped around yourself all the time, gentle hands that made you shiver, his wrinkles made him even more handsome and the shining hazel eyes made you loose yourself in them.

After some time you were left alone with the girl as the boys went to order more drinks.

„Are you as much invested in racing as them?"

You asked Lily and the girl shook her head.

„Not really. I support Oscar as much as I can but I still don’t get some of the things, like penalties, nor the whole hype. But y'know, I try my best”

Nodding your head you reciprocated the smile. You wondered how it was to be an F1 driver's girlfriend. For sure it wasn’t easy, especially because of the media and rumors, but you believed they could overcome it.

„So are you all here because of a race? Or did you just get the invitations to boost the event? "

„Well, there is a race here in a few days, but I wouldn't be surprised if the boostin up was true too! "

You both chuckled amuzed, you had to admit you wouldn’t be surprised either.

You quickly started to like the girl, she was really mature and smart for her age, not like her boyfriend.

Lily liked you too, she enjoyed the youthful vibe you radiated and the fact that Fernando seemed to finally find a woman perfect for himself. She just hoped you wouldn’t be just a one night stand.

„Well, well, well. I see our girls already get along. It's a good sign buddy~”

Piastri teased, nudging Fernando’s side as they came back. The older man rolled his eyes a bit annoyed before sitting down beside you and handing you your black magic margarita.

You took it after a quick ‘thanks' escaped your lips and took a sip, meanwhile your free hand made it's way to his lap to sooth it and signal everything's okay and there was no need to be annoyed. Nando relaxed under your touch and took your hand in his, interwining fingers together.

You continued your chat with Lily, from time to time joining the men's conversation. You really enjoyed their company.

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When the night passed you were finally left alone with Nando. Your legs layed on top of his, his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you close while your hand toyed with the hem of his jacket.

You both were a little tipsy, but sober enough to notice the sexual tension.

„My chauffeur will be here soon, thought we could get out of here and have some more fun~”

You purred into his ear. Feeling his hand squeeze your hip afterwards was enough for you to know that he was more than keen on it.

When your chauffeur arrived you left the bar and quickly hopped into your 50s Cadillac Hearse. The man completely forgot that someone might have seen you and take photos, he was too occupied by you.

Fernando’s lips immediately attacked yours the moment he closed the door. You were devoured into the passionate kiss and didn’t even notice the man’s hands starting to roam your body.

They were warm, burning in contrast to your freezing ones. When you burried them under Nando's shirt you could feel him shiver but soon he relaxed.

The drive to your small ghotic castle in Zehlendorf took around 30 minutes, but felt like 5 as you were drowned in your dirty ministrations.

Good thing the window to the front of the car was closed, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to do that. It was nothing much sexual, just kiss by kiss while your hands explored each others’ body respectfully.

You belived Fernando saved his – what Lando and Sainz called – freaky side for while you were in the bedroom and you didn’t want to rush anything, it was perfect as it was.

The man pulled you out of the car when it stopped, he didn’t bother to look at the facility as he carried you bridal style to the door. Your butler opened it and instructed Alonso to your bedroom where he quickly took you and gently settled on the bed.

You pulled him into another searing kiss while fiddling with the buttons of his jacket. The man took it off after you slowly and playfully unbuttoned it, while not breaking eye contact, and tossed it to the floor.

Next was your black fur. His shirt. Your gorset. Bit by bit you undressed each other. You appreciated how gentle he was with your garments, he figured they were expensive and he also liked them too much to ruin them.

Once you finally layed naked underneeth him he examined you in a lustful but also admiring way.

Your breasts were rather small - but he didn’t mind, stretch marks graced your lower belly, hips and thighs - he already knew he was going to follow the patterns with his fingers afterwards while softly tickling you, he could aslo see your ribs – barely but still – and he knew he would have to be careful with you. You were even more thin than he thought, almost slander like, but he liked that.

You were a change from all the younger, tanned, almost everywhere full woman he usually hooked up with, and it was a nice change.

You also were able to survey him better. He was even better built than you imagined, his tanned skin looked like caramel compared to your almost ghostish one, and the beautfiul samurai tattoo made you gasp when you noticed it in a mirror behind.

Also his ass cheeks... They were bigger than yours and you felt kind of jelous, in a funny way.

„Hermosa... perfecta... asombrosa... “ (beautiful, perfect, breathtaking)

He praised, his lips slowly making their way down your cold body.

“Y apuesto inteligente” (And I bet intelligent)

Fernando stopped just before your womanhood and said with a smirk painted on his face, his eyes piercing yours. His words were like spells, making your body shrink under his and warmth spread across it.

“Fernie...”

You breathed out, begging him to go lower which he obliged right away. It felt like bliss when he finally reached your rose, slowly licking it from the very bottom up to your sensitive bud, before starting to slowly devour it.

Saying he was skilled was an understatement, he was an expert. He was nothing like your ex-husband, who just used you for his own pleasure.

No. For Fernando your pleasure was a priority, making you enjoy your time with him was numero uno on his to do list for the rest of the night, and you didn’t complain.

When you were wet enough the man brought one of his fingers up to your entrance, touching it slightly while his eyes averted to yours, an asking expression on his face.

He didn’t have to say anything for you to nodd your head eagerly. After that he pushed his digit inside slowly, his eyes not leaving your face searching for any sign of discomfort. But there was none, so after a few thrusts that made you moan his name in such a beautiful way, he pushed another one and went a little bit faster.

The pace was neither painfully fast nor boringly slow, it was just perfect – his fingers hitting all the juicy spots and making lewd noises each time they pulled out and reentered you - enough for you to come undone in a short period of time.

Your hand gripped his brown locks while you came on his face. Nando tried his best to ride you through your high - his lips joining his fingers - then clean you the best he could.

Your heavy breaths were interrupted by his face suddenly appearing in front of yours. A huge grin graced it - you could tell he was proud with himself and his actions – and your juices were spread across his lips and beard.

You giggled a little at his puppy like behaviour, you could swear if he had a tail it would’ve been wagging like craz in that moment. You’ve managed to grab a tissue from your nightstand then clean his face.

“Es war wundervoll” (it was amazing)

You praised him with a smile while ruffling his hair.

“It wasn’t the end”

The man said before pressing his lips against yours. This time the kiss was more hungry and lustful than soft as the ones before, but you didn’t mind.

His palms toyed with your breasts, they fit in them perfectly making Nando groan satisfyingly. He kept teasing you until you couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out.

„Nando please... I need you... I need you inside of me liebling...” (darling)

You didn’t have to repeat yourself. The man grabbed your hand and run it gently through your sore core to gather your juices, then wrapped it around his member, giving it a few pumps before aligning with your hole.

He interwined your fingers together and slowly pushed inside, the stretch he gave you burned a little but soon was a delight.

After pushing almost all the way in Nando let you adjust, his free hand soothing your cheek as he observed your face shine in pleasure.

“Maravilloso” (wonderfull)

A whisper escaped his lips and just then did he start to move. His movement was slow but deep, his member burrying deep inside of you with every thrust.

“Tan bueno...” (So good)

Fernando moaned into your ear then hid his face in the crook of your neck, where he nibbled at your skin and left a few hickeys along with wet kisses.

His movements became more and more erratic with every push and pull as he lost himself in the feeling of you. He loved the way you clenched around him every time he hit the A spot, as much as he loved the challange to find your G spot to grant you ultimate pleasure.

You wrapped your free hand around the man, long, red nails scratching his skin gently and leaving soft red marks.

You couldn’t remember when was the last time you had such an amzing sex. Maybe because after your husband you opted for younger men, neither able to satisfy you.

But Fernando? He was your age and knew well how to satisfy a woman. You felt like a queen while in his embrace, his priority to make you feel good amazed you and sent a thrill down your spine.

Both your legs were wrapped around him too, trying to pull him even closer to yourself. A smirk appeared on his face at your actions and he pulled it away from your neck to look at you.

“Necesitada~”(needy)

The man teased, one of his hands finding it’s way to your breast to fiddle with your hard nipple. It earned a loud moan out of you, so loud he feared someone could hear you two, but soon the thought left his head when you started to breathe rapidly.

You were close to your orgasm, which meant he could finally let himself go and make his movements faster and sloppier.

Grunts, pants and moans filled the room as both of you reached your highs, the man pulled out before cumming which you really appreciated.

Fernando collapsed on top of you as you both breathed heavily, yours hampered by his weight.

“Fernie liebling... I can’t breath...”

You mumbled kissing the top of his head, a chuckle escaping your lips when he shot up, a worried expression on his face.

„I-I’m so sorry cariño. Are you okay?”

He asked and cleaned you from his seed. His hands soothing your rib cage gently, from time to time brushing against your breasts as he looked down at you, eyes full of worry and brows furrowed.

„Nein... I’m great” (No)

You smiled brightly and the man sighed in relief. He flopped down beside you and pulled you close then covered your bodies with your cashmere blanket.

Just as he predicted his hands immediately wandered to your hips, drawing your stretch mark patters, while you layed your head on top of his chest and listened to his heart beat.

If only you could you would have gone another round, this time you on top and in control as you usually would, but you were too tired to even think about this.

„Next time I'm in charge”

You murmured into his chest, earning a quiet, surprised gasp. He didn’t question your words though, he just enjoyed the fact you wanted there to be a next time.

The rest of the night you’ve spent in each others’ embraces, whispering sweet nothings and drawing patterns on each other’s bodies until you fell asleep.

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Sun peaked from between the black, floor length curtains into the dark room, reaching his skin and burning his eyes.

The man grumbled a little before finally waking up from the deep sleep. Fernando sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes then looked around the room.

„Where the hell am I?...”

He questioned confused. He didn’t bother to check his surroundings the night before and now he wondered if he didn’t get abducted.

The walls of your bedroom were burgundy red with black stripes, a black chandelier hanged from the ceiling as well as black canopy above the bed.

The bed was huge, in the same colors as the walls and everything else in the room. It felt like straight out of vampire novels.

Quickly putting on his clothes, he almost tripped and fell down the stairs, his bum actually hitting the last step at the very bottom - as his head was still heavy - made the people gathered in the kitchen check what was going on.

„Mama! Dieser Wichser ist endlich aufgewacht!“ (Mom! That motherfucker has finally woke up!)

„Klaus! Pass auf was du sagst!” (Klaus! Watch your mouth!)

Soon Nando felt the familiar cold hands grip his arm and help get up.

„Are you okay?

The woman asked, her hands soothing his cheeks worriedly. He leaned into her touch and noddded with lidded eyes.

„Oh mi amor, you scared me”

She continued while leading him to the kitchen and sat him down by the table.

„Here, this will wake you up”

A cup of dark liquid and a pill appeared in front of him, he figured it was coffe and hangover pills. A single sip helped him regain his mind.

The first face he met after fully opening his eyes was of a small kid’s, brightly smiling at him. The boy waved his hand enthusiastically when he noticed Fernando’s soft smile.

The man had to quickly take the pill before the boy could reach it then ruffled his hair gently, earning a giggle and a warm look from his mother.

„Good morning~”

You purred running your hand through the spaniard’s hair while his arm wrapped round your waist pulling you close.

„Buenos dias, cariño” (Good morning)

He kissed your hand then his head snapped to your older son who let out a sound of disgust.

The boy looked nothing like you aside the fact that he was a giant as well. He had blonde locks covering his forehead, green hooded eyes and tanned skin. He could not believe he was your son.

The younger one, on the other hand, was more similar to you – with dark hair and eyes, only with a tanned skin like Klaus.

„Those are my sons – Klaus and little Benny”

You explained while giving Fernando a plate full of food.

„They just came back from my brother”

You quickly added, to dispel his thoughts they could hear you two the previosu night. The man sighed relieved and started to eat, from time to time looking at your sons and earning death stares from Klaus.

He didn’t mind you had kids, but started to worry he was just a one night stand before your husband comes back.

Although if that was the case you wouldn’t let him sleep as long as he wanted, feed him and let him meet your children. Nando had no idea what to think anymore, he didn’t want your ‘realtionship’ to end after one night.

Soon a doorbell disturbed his thoughts. A doorbell that was about to start chaos. You left the boys alone to open it and you didn’t manage to say anything before Lando and Carlos burst in.

“Fernando! Where the hell are ya?!”

He could hear their scared voices from the kitchen and chuckled a little. They run into the kitchen after you instrcuted them and sighed.

“God you’re alright! Knew we shouldn’t have left you alone. No offense Y/N. Your manager is going to kill ALL THREE OF US if you won’t be at the track in an hour! He’s been calling you all day but you left your phone in the club!”

Lando blurted out on one breath while Carlos picked the spaniard up and proceeded to push him out of the building. You’ve managed to catch them before they got inside their car and gave Fernando your business card along with a chaste kiss.

“Call me!”

You waved your hand goodbye as you watched them drive away, standing in front of your black castle in nothing more than your long, pitch black robe with feathers and full of hope that he would call.

[abs-2020]

Dont really know if you do jake sully asks but.

Yandere! Dilf! jake sully x young Na'vi reader {not TOO young}

Where hake is already married to neytiri and has his four children but isn't satisfied with it, he didn't get to enjoy most of his time as a young Na'vi, then suddenly, a young Na'vi reader gets gis attention, following reader around like its a hobby.

Of course, the reader notices, how could they not with jake big form always around them? The reader took a liking to jake a few pandoran moons ago, but since they know Neytiri is HIS mate, reader can't stand a chance.

So when some time came jake slowly improved his relationship with the reader and they {you know 🤭}

And then one day the reader sees that he looked so happy with his family, so the reader distances themselves to him thinking he doesn't want reader anymore, and the reader thinking they were only and ONLY his plaything.

The reader follows the elders' commands and begins to find another mate.

Jake on the other hand is FURIOUS, let me tell you, volcano furious, he wants reader and reader only, he finds himself getting rid of possible mates as he is ofc, THE Toruk Macto. He gets amd at the reader and pour some angry smut there would you? And the rest us to you😫😫😫😫🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Girlie. 🤚🏻🤚🏻 lemme just tell you. This. Sounded. Fun. Buuuut uh, I’m scared I did your thoughts absolutely no justice and that I didn’t live up to any of your expectations. But I did my best and played around sooo I hope you enjoy. Aaassss always comments and complaints are always appreciated. <3.

Warnings: SMUT/18+/choking kink/CNC/forced breeding/oral(M) receiving/jakes an ass/ this is just pure filth/cheating on Netyiri/stalking/age gap/it’s nassstayyy.

Authors note: uuh NOBODY thank me. Because this wasn’t my idea. It was this lovely girls idea. 😌 but I feel like i did your idea no Justice.

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Jake. Jake sully. Jake fucking sully. The Avatar that’s been haunting your dreams and daydreams. His hulking blue frame and roguishly attractive aroma haunted your every god damned thought. I mean how could he not? His tenacious smirk, beautiful hair, and that gorgeous gorgeous voice of his had you fawning over him like a little puppy. But it wasn’t always that way, of course not. In fact, you hadn’t really noticed Jake sully, ‘the Toruk Makto’ not until the big blue alien had started following you around like some gaurd dog a few months ago. Like it was a hobby, like it was his duty. That, that is when you noticed the blue avatar. That’s when you noticed his burning hot gaze on your behind, the gaze that sent chills down your spine. That was when you first noticed Jake sully.

Soon after his stalkerish behaviors Jake had finally started to make interactions with you. Such as asking ‘how your day was’ or telling you that ‘your hair looked nice’ even as far as sneaking up behind you and capturing you in unexpected embraces. But that was after he had started to grow on you. But oh boy, The way his arms wrapped around your form intoxicated you to the very core, made you feel a warmth you hadn’t ever felt before. A warmth that you never wanted to go away, never.

But no matter what the hulking blue alien did to make you feel at ease you always had one thought on your mind. ‘Jake was a mated man’ Jake had a mate. And that thought was the only thought that had seemed to keep you at bay. You stood absolutely no chance. But his warmth, oh his warmth. You just wished it would never leave.

And that warmth never did go away, and neither did Jake sully, because that warmth had ended up filling your core. And oh it was so hot, sticky, and passionate when it had happened to. The way his hulking form towered over yours, or the soft little whimpers of praise that left his throat with each thrust had you hooked. Hooked in a way you never thought was possible. And the thought of being so hooked to someone, Especially a mated man scared you. But what scared you even more was the fact that Jake sully never left your mind, not ever.

You should have been disgusted with yourself after it had happened. After you had brought about the cheating on Netyiri, Such a kind and beautiful Na’vi. But not only should you have felt disgusted with yourself for that, you should have felt disgusted because of the age gap. Jake was 28 for heavens sake. And you? You were 19. You were 19 well over ‘mating’ age in the words of the Tsahìk. And that had reminded you of your conversion not only a couple days ago.

A hand being placed on your shoulder had your attention being drawn to its user your brows and ears both quirked up. You’d expected it to be a friend, maybe some random boy. But no, all you were met with was the harsh, stone cold gaze of the Tsahìk.

“(Y/N), you’re well over mating age. I think it’s time you find yourself a mate. A strong man, a warrior...”blah..blah..blah…

that was all you heard coming from her mouth during the encounter. But- the Tsahìk was right, and you knew that. Deep down you knew. But even deeper down a part of you wanted to have Jake all for your self, wanted to be his mate, a part that didn’t want to let him go. mean how could you? How could you let go of a man like that? Was a thought that played in your mind on repeat.

Your mindless and aimless wandering during your thoughts had ended up bringing you to the middle of base, a couple tents away from Jake’s. And you hadn’t quite noticed until the sound of laughing children had your head and ears swiftly jerkin in the direction of the noises. Your heart sunk when your eyes met the scene before you. It was all 6 of them, Spider, Netayum, Lo’ak, Tuk, Netyiri, and Jake. Now it wouldn’t have been such a problem if they all hadn’t been laughing, smiling, teasing, and playing all together like the happiest family you’d ever seen. But they were, and it made your heart sink. You couldn’t take that from Jake, you couldn’t take Jake from that he loved his family too much for that. And you finally saw that.

“Oh Ewya, how could I have been such an idiot..”

You were so stupid, you were an idiot. How could you be such and idiot? Jake had a mate, Jake had children, ‘Jake had children’ you brought a shaky hand to your face dragging the flesh of your palm against the palm of your cheek. An exaggerated sight would leave your throat once reality finally set it. You brought about the cheating Netyiri, you helped Jake cheat on his mate. Betray his family. Betray himself. You did that. You did that.

A uneasy queasiness set into the pit your stomach as a sour and tart taste began to fill your mouth coating your taste buds. Quickly you’d rush a hand to your stomach and the other to your mouth. Your feet scurried against the smooth rocky floor as you tried to find a corner to let your body do its thing. But before you knew it a gag would fill the air as the remains of your lunch hit the floor with a noisy spat.

‘Fuck’

A light sheen of sweat would coat your forehead from the toll puking had taken on your body. You’d shake your head in annoyance at the world and situation your tail whipping furiously and ears falling back in regret.

“Maybe the Tsahìk was right..’

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Laughter would fill the air your tail whipping as you sat next to Etäay a joke he had made a couple seconds ago causing laughter to rip through the both of you, a blush painting your features at the proximity of the Na’vi.

Etäay was a funny man, in his late 20s and an excellent hunter. Definitely a Na’vi you wouldn’t have expected to have a sense of humor, But he did. He was a taller Na’vi, skinner, more lean than anything else. His hair in one long thick braid, with two smaller ones hanging in the front of his angular and chiseled face. He wasn’t Jake, not in the slightest, no where near close. No not at all. But you had finally decided to take the advice of the Tsahìk and try finding yourself a mate.

‘Jake wouldn’t mind’ you told yourself ‘Jake won’t care’ he had a family for Christ sake. And a mate. What had happened between the two of you was a mistake. A huge and forgettable one at that. So forget about it you did. Or at least try…

And try you did, but sometimes things just can’t be helped. Because when Etäay decided to lay a bold hand right on the apex of your thigh the sound of a crack coming from the branches above the both of you rippled through the forest causing your ears to fall back in fear as your body stiffened.

A nervous laugh would escape Etäay’s throat. He was just as startled as you were. And you didn’t blame him. Oh no you didn’t blame him at all. How could you when the atmosphere had changed so quickly? Everything had gone dark, a suck a gloomy feeling filling the air making it thick and hard to inhale. A feeling of being watched. stalked by unwanted and familiar eyes. It had your palms going clamy and throat dry. You knew those eyes, and you knew this presence.

“Jake..” it was barley audible, barley about a whisper.

“What?” Etäay would question from the side of you his hand leaving your thigh as he shuffled up uncomfortably. He obviously didn’t catch what you said.

“N-nothing, I’m sorry Etäay but I’m off to bed.” You’d pause “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But deep down, a part of you knew you weren’t going to be seeing him tomorrow. Because a part of you knew Jake wasn’t going to let you.

As you shuffled up from your seat on the forest floor Etäay would give you his farewells before you scurried off like a little mouse. Your heart was thumping, beating just as fast as your mind was racing. ‘Was that really Jake? Or am I just paranoid?’ You asked yourself as you dodged, weaved, jumped, and maneuvered around the forest and it’s obstacles. But after shuffling around the forest for about 10 minutes your heart and mind had finally calmed down. A laugh would leave your throat, the sound echoing around the quiet forest.

You mumbled to yourself as you looked around the trunk of a girthy tree “I was definitely paranoid-“ a choke would fill the air as a giant and roughy blue hand met your throat with a harsh jab, long and thin fingers wrapping around the nape of your neck in a tight, vice like grip. Immediately your air was cut off and your body thrown against the bark of the girthy tree. An animalistic growl echoed through the forest, and rattled every bone in your body shaking you down to your very core your thighs rubbing together subconsciously.

‘Jake’

“Oh sweet girl I think you were paranoid just enough.”

Your eyes widened in confirmation at the sound of Jake, oh god jakes voice had your ears falling back and your tail wrapping around your own thigh. Jakes voice was almost hypnotizing a hint of anger and a promise of threat laced in his words, A cherry on top just for you.

Jakes grip on your neck only tightened, the danger of the lack of oxygen causing a sweet and sticky slick to form between your folds as your thighs rubbed together in unison. Black spots starting to cloud your vision, jakes yellow honey dew eyes never leaving yours, not even for a split second. Another aggressive growl would leave his throat as he held your body against the bark of the tree. Your hands would shoot to jakes forearms your nails digging into his blue flesh, breaking skin, drawing blood as you fought the brink of consciousness and unconsciousness. Your eyes would flutter closed as you tried to suck in a breath that wasn’t granted. Your vision getting blacker, blacker by the second. Your body and limbs weakening your hands slipping from jakes forearm as you slipped into unconsciousness. That was until a weight was finally lifted from your throat your knees hitting the forest floor with a loud thud.

Your gasps of air would fill the quiet forest as Jakes giant form loomed over your tiny one, him even taller as you sat on your knees your hand shooting to your throat in an attempt to ease the pain. There was definitely going to be a bruise you thought. A dark and very noticeable Bruise. A mark he was going to leave you with to remember him. The sounds of steps, jakes steps would have you shooting your head up to look at the man.

“You think you can just go around fucking, flirting or even looking in the direct on other guys sweet heart? …?” Jakes tone was dark, each word he spoke with a possessive snarl his canines glistening in the dark of the forest. “You think that’s okay?” Jake would quirk a brow at you.

A scoff would leave your throat as your hand continued to rub and sooth the bruising flesh.

“You don’t own me Jake. You’re a mated man.” Your words were thick, full of truth and venom. “So yes, I can go around. I can go around and find myself a mate. And he’ll be the only one allowed to touch me and make love to me.” Your ears would perk up with pride as you looked up to the man before you, still resting on your knees.

Jakes ears would twitch at your words, his whole body moving in a quick blur as his hand reached for your face his hand gripping your cheeks forcing them into an ‘o’ shape straining your neck to look up at him as he pulled you from your knees to your feet.

Jake was radiating heat and anger, his eyes boring holes into your very soul. He was fuming and oh my did it make slick run down your thigh. You liked him like this, liked him manhandling you. Like him choking you. Got you loved him choking you. He’d never done that before but now, now you were hooked. A dark look would cross jakes features as he stared at your ‘o’ shaped mouth and sinister smirk coating his beautiful face as an idea crossed his mind. Quickly Jake would shove you back down to your knees with a snarl his hands knotting into your hair the skin on the back of your scalp burning from his grip tears threatening to spill from the pain.

In a blur Jake would remove his groin cloth, an unholy groan leaving his lips as his member spring free from its confinement. Your eyes would widen when his long, blue, shaft collided with the skin of your cheek. The sight had your mouth weathering as you counted the bumps and ridges of his member saliva threatening to spill at any moment. Jakes grip on your hair would tighten, a slap to your cheek brining you back to reality causing you to look back up at the dominating Na’vi with doe eyes.

Another slap to your cheek, “open your fucking mouth.” Jakes honey dew eyes were staring right back into yours not an ounce of forgiveness in his orbs.

you wanted to resist you really wanted to, bout how could you? This man was your poison and you would do anything to get a taste even if it meant death. So, you obliged with a more than happy heart. Sticking your tongue out in the most sultry way as a pool of saliva ran from your tongue down the the forest floor. Im that moment you swear you heard jake suck in a breath and stutter. His demeanor faltering for only a second. But only for a second because before you knew it jakes member was getting shoved in and out of your throat in a ruthless and unforgiving pace, each thrust leaving you on the verge of gagging as his ridges caught onto parts of your throat only making the abuse on your throat worse. Ruthlessly Jake would fuck into your throat, small curses and growls leaving his throat as tears trickled down your blue cheeks your ears back and tail stiff.

“O-oh I’m not gonna make love to you b-baby girl, I’m gonna fuck you.” Jake would spit his words through his teeth with venom trying his best not to moan or let his demeanor fall.

A moan would fill your throat at jakes words, the vibrations from your throat brining Jake closer the the edge his thrusts getting faster and faster, quicker and sloppier. Sticky and sweet Slick was running down your thighs, the feeling of jakes member ramming into the back of your throat causing you an embarrassing amount of pleasure and ecstasy.

“Oh yeah you like that? Like the thought of me fucking you and taking you from behind huh sweet girl..?” A slap to your cheek and the tightening grip on your hair would cause another moan to leave your throat as you rubbed your thighs together in an attempt to ease some of your desire. “Yeah you do, fuck yeah you do you…” jakes thrusts we’re accentuated with his last few words as he reached his orgasm. “cause. You’re. Fucking. Mine.”

Jakes mouth would fall open when he finally reached his climax his head and ears falling back in pleasure and bliss as his hot and sticky seed coated the back of your abused throat.

Panting would fill the air as jake slowly removed his hand from your hair along with his member from your throat in a quick motion. Tears would stain your blue cheeks your skin damp and wet as you brought a shaky hand to the flesh in an attempt to dry your skin. Subconsciously you were still rubbing your thighs together as you bit your lip. Jake still standing tall in front of you.

“Oh we’re not done baby girl.” Jakes words were filled with a threat.

Roughly and forcefully jakes hands would find their way to your waist the blue Na’vi making easy work of flipping you onto your stomach, so that you were face down and ass up. Jakes hand would rub soothing Circles onto the flesh of your behind as he lined himself up with your entrance. You waited in anticipation. You knew it was going to hurt, be painful. Especially with a Na’vi of his size and girth. But you’d never expected him to do what he was just about to do, suddenly jakes hand was lifted from your arse, your hips would rut in the air in retaliation, you wanted him to touch you. To stretch you around his fingers to warm you up for him, but when the sudden sound of a slap filling the air and a quick shot of pain from between your legs came out of nowhere a mewl of pain and surprise escaped your throat.

“Y-you..” you couldn’t speak, you were in too much pain from jakes actions. From him thrusting his whole length into you in one go, without stretching you out or warming you up.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh baby girl. It’s okay. You’re okay.. fuck- fuck you’re squeezing me so good…” Jake would sit bottomed out inside of you for a few seconds before he finally decided to take his length almost all the way out just to slam right back into you. “…you deserve this, this is what you get sweet thing. D-daddy’s gotta teach you a lesson.”

A moan of pleasure and pain would leave your lips when jakes hand found it’s way to your throat for the second time of the night, the man’s large, long, and slender fingers wrapping all the way around your delicate throat as he pulled your back to his chest to he could cradle you one hand snaking to pleasure your little bundle of pleasure and nerves. Your body was on fire, jakes hand on your throat, his harsh thrusts, harsh words and harsh tone, his warmth was enough to set off every single nerve in your body.

“J-jake.. please.”

A laugh would rumble from jakes chest as he mumbled a ‘Nuh uh’ his fingers making quick and great work of your clit the action brining you closer and closer to the edge.

“Daddy’s gotta remind you who this pussy belongs to baby girl, he’s gotta remind you that you’re mine. He’s gotta show you what happens when you talk to other guys.” Jakes voice was sultry and demanding as his thrusts got faster and faster, deeper and deeper, roughy and rougher by the second.

You’d chant jakes name as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, climax, your orgasm. His grip on your neck only tightening as he pulled your back tighter against his chest, his eyes landing on the bulge that formed in your belly with each thrust. A guttural groan would leave jakes throat at the sight, his hips now pistoling into you at an unforgiving pace the sight making him chase his and your high.

A sharp moan would leave your throat as your nails dug into jakes forearm as he fucked you flush against his chest the angle causing him to hit deeper and deeper your velvety and gummy walls spasming around him, gripping onto him like a vice, suctioning, pulling him back into you with each of his thrusts.

The finally a knot would snap sending you into cloud nine, oblivion, All you saw was white as you scream jakes name and closed your eyes in pure ecstasy and pleasure your orgasm crashing into you like an ocean wave your ears falling back in triumph.

Jake would continue to piston into your weeping and swollen cunt your juices dripping down the both of your thighs as the sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the forest air. Jakes tail would wrap itself around your thigh as his ears fell back.

“Daddy’s gonna make you a mommy.”

Your eyes would shoot open at his words, but it was far too late jakes hips already sputtering as he stilled inside of you spilling his hot and sticky seed inside of you an ever so present bulge poking out from your tummy as both of your juices mixed onto the forest floor.

“That’s Daddy’s lesson.”

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Authors note: ahahah, was this too much? Maybe. do I care? Maybe. But hoooopefully you enjoyed it. I tried my best to fufilll your wishes. And I’m sorry it took so long. I suck ballz. <3 ;)

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Your bio says I can request a fantasy if my own so here goes one…

“CAN EYE SUQ YAUR BO00OB?”

Ummm…I think I know what u want 😏 (this is a little different from my usual, but why not lol)

"𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈" ~ 𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+

🎵pairing: SKZ Hyunjin!bf x Reader!gf | 🎵wc: 1.1k | 🎵summary: Your boyfriend Hyunjin is obsessed with playing with your tits. |🎵cw: 🔞MDNI!! Pure smut…but mostly just tit fondling and hardcore making out...♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

You joined Hyunjin at the dance studio to watch him practice. A lot of times Hyunjin just wanted to dance for fun, but he also really liked when you joined him. To be honest, you weren't as good of a dancer as he was, but you knew how to at least keep up with him.

"Damn..." Hyunjin swore under his breath as you entered the studio.

"What?" you asked as you watched Hyunjin run his fingers through his fluffy hair.

"I kinda wish we would've stopped for coffee," he said sucking his teeth.

"I can go get some for you if you want it that badly," his eyes shot up at your comment.

"Really?!"

"Sure," you giggled.

"Here's my card," he said before pulling out his wallet. "Just go to the coffee shop in the lobby. You can get yourself something too," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back," you waved before leaving your boyfriend behind in the studio.

You ordered Hyunjin an iced americano and got yourself an iced peach tea. You heard music playing as you made your way back to the studio. You walked in and sat against the mirror, next to the Bluetooth speakers connected to Hyunjin's phone.

"Oooh," Hyunjin smiled bouncing over to grab his drink. "Thank you~" he said cutely before kissing you on the cheek, making you giggle.

“What’d you get,” he said plopping down next to you.

“I couldn’t decide between a matcha latte and a strawberry frappe so I just got peach tea,” you said before sipping your drink.

“How do you come from a frappe and a latte to peach tea,” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You already know I’m indecisive,” you smiled nudging his shoulder.

“Hmm yeah. Well, I think I’m ready to dance again,” Hyunjin said before jumping to his feet and extending a hand towards you.

“Umm…what do you think you’re doing,” you raised a brow.

“Indirectly asking my lovely girlfriend to dance with me,” he smiled harshly showing nearly every tooth in his mouth.

You sighed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

☆Now Playing: Company - Justin Bieber ☆

01:13 ━━━━●───── 03:28 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

link to the dance you did>>obviously the first duo

Hyunjin played Company from his phone, a choreography that you two had practiced a few times, but never done it completely right.

You watched yourself in the mirror as you copied Hyunjin’s moves. You danced closer to the mirror for the first few movements before stepping back to dance right next to him. There was a part where you stood in front of Hyunjin while he was down on one knee. The next move was for him to grab your hand and ease his way up your body, but he took a moment to pause at your boobs. He shook his face between your tits before rising to his feet.

You gave him a dirty look as you followed through to the next step of wrapping your leg around him for a spin. Instead of just grabbing the back of your leg, you could feel his hands caress your ass before sliding down to the normal position.

You could feel the sexual tension rising as you saw the smirk on his face. You smiled and shook your head as you continued the dance. The next few step were separate from each other, but when it was time for him to dance behind you, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your boobs in his hands.

“Ahhh! Hyunjin! Focus,” you laughed.

You could hear his little snickers from behind as he followed you to the floor for the next step. Hyunjin decided to “improvise” by grinding himself against you before pushing himself off of you. You smirked as you did the next move, pushing yourself back on the floor as he walked closer to you, before rising to your feet.

He placed his fingers on your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. It was quick as he went into the next move, dancing with you in his arms.

At this point you could tell that Hyunjin had given up on the dance and was now just concerned with getting his lips on your body.

He held your face in his hands as he met your lips. “Touch me like this,” you said as you gently pulled away moving his hands from your face to your ass. You watched the lustful smirk appear on Hyunjin’s face as he grabbed your ass in one hand and wrapped your waist in the other. He fell into your neck, kissing everything from your lips to your jaw to your neck.

The song played continuously in the background as Hyunjin turned your body around, putting your ass against him. Now, you were facing the mirror. You watched as he wrapped one hand around your throat and the other traveled from between your legs to his favorite spot, your tits.

He massaged your boob in his hands as he fell into your lips, inserting his tongue as you grinded your ass against him. You felt as he started to slowly move his hips forward with your movements.

You were enjoying this so much you accidentally moaned in his mouth. He stopped to look at you before walking you over to the bench where you straddled him, feeling his hard-on against your folds. He pulled up your shirt, revealing your tits that he eagerly bit into while gripping your ass.

You knew it was about to get dirty quick so you pulled your shirt completely off, exposing your bra. Hyunjin smiled and reached his hands around your back to unhook your bra. The straps hung lazily around your shoulders as Hyunjin enjoyed your nude breasts.

*Click*

The sound of the door opening nearly made you turn around in shock, but Hyunjin stopped you, by pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Woah! What’s going on in here?” Felix said as he entered the room. “I thought you said you were practicing the dance today,” he continued.

“Hehe…I was…but umm…could you give us a second,” Hyunjin nervously stumbled over his words.

“Sure, mate. Just so you know the others are coming up here too,” Felix chuckled before opening the door. “Don’t worry I’ll let you know when the get close,” he whispered before stepping out.

Both of you let out a relieved sigh.

“That was really close,” you said as you fastened your bra.

“Yeah, and we were just getting started,” Hyunjin added as he reached down to pick up your shirt.

He helped by pulling it over your head as you wiggled your arms through. Hyunjin reached around to pull your hair out.

“Oh hey guys! What took you so long?” You heard Felix shout coupled with other chatter.

“We’ll finish this when we get back home,” Hyunjin said as he kissed your cheek before running to open the door.

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Day Three: Homelander + Hate Sex

On screen you and Homelander have the most romantic loving relationship, in person on the carpets and at meetings it doesn't change. But behind closed doors, and when theres no cameras to be found Homelander hates your fucking guts, and you hate his.

Homelander is arrogant, self absorbed, egotistical, pompous, and worse of all beccause of all of this he thinks everyone owes him. That he owns everyone. There's no part of you that enjoys having to pretend to love him on screen and in front of the cameras. It makes you sick to your stomach, and normally you can push down the anger, and disgust after a carpet, or time on the screen.

But today Homelander just pushes you a little to far.

Snatching your hand away from his tight grip as the camera are turned off, you run off. Needing, desperalty needing to take a shower and get Homelander scent and hand prints off your body. He doesn't care much for the dramtic

s, or for the way you strut off like you're better then him, so he follows close on your heels.

"Y/n? where the hell are going?" He asks as you conitue to get far from him. The hallways are cleared as soon as people see the two of you making your way. "Leave me alone Homelander, I've done what I was suppoised to do for you and your little show, now let me have a few second to myself." You say not even turning around.

You aren't sure how you mamanged to become apart of the Seven but Homelander had 'seen something in you'. You walk faster trying desperalty to get towards your office. Get Homealnder out of your hair. "Y/N! Stop fucking running away from me!" Homelander screamed in the hallway, so close you open your office door and try to make sure Homelander can't get in, but failing Homelander gets his way.

You aren't sure how you manage to be stuck between him and the wall "I don't understand why you have to be suck a cunt all of the time." Homelander taunts you, you roll your eyes and try to unhook your wrists from his grip, but fail moaning out in frustration. "You're a fucking asshole." You mutter grinding your teeth. "I've heard that before. All you have to do is play along with our little story, you play so good on tv why can't you just be like that all the time baby." He taunts you more, you squirm in his arms.

He's so strong, and the longer he stands so tall in front of you the more you start to loose control over your thoughts. You try to not look at him, but even that's a bad idea. Looking over at your desk naughty, disgusting thoughts run through your mind.

"Oh!" Homelander exclaims as he follows your eyes, they're so dark lost in your own world of disgusting pleasure. "I see what you're thinking, such a dirty fucking slut." Homelander mutters as he somehow manages to get you from the wall to the desk with your chest pressed hard into the wood.

You're ripped out of your superhero clothes and be naked in front of Homelander. Wet and waiting for him, it feels wrong and disgusting, but as Homelander glides two fingers over your wet cunt and plays with your clit your thoughts melt and your obsense moans bounce on the walls.

"Fuck you!" You manage to get out, hating what he's doing to your mind, and body. "Oh I'm sorry." it's all fake, you hear the sounds of fabric and zippers, then the tip of his cock nudging at your cunt. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Homelander gives your cunt no prep.

Cock so much bigger then you've ever taken. Walls sucking him in, nails breaking as your clench hard around the desks edge. "You're so tight… fuck… should have fucked you so long ago" Homelander mutters out, you spasms around him as one of his hand grip around your neck and pull your up. Back to his chest. He fuckes you into harder, nuding at the perfect spot. "Fuck… your cock… pleasee don't stop" You feel Homelander chuckle agasint your back

"Yeah, just be a good cock clut for me baby… Just needed a cock ole fuckin' to make all that bratty attitude to fade away huh?" He slams into you, hand to come playing with your clit. White is all your see, and his breath is all your feel as he cums on your back.

Silence takes the room over, he cleans up your back. Throwing your superhero suit back at you. "I still fucking hate you." You mutter as your slip your clothes back on, "Good because I still hate you sweetheart, but I love that cunt of yours."

Completed on: 06/04/23

Posted on: 10/03/23

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The Boys Master List // The Saviors Master List // Kinktober '23

[angelic-dew]

You've bren writing for kny lately, can I get some giyu smut w/ a fem! Reader by chance? I barely see smut on your page.. so...

Pretty please? 🥹🥲

˚₊‧꒰ soft touches.☆ ꒱ ‧₊˚ . !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🌊 ୧・author's note; Honestly, I don't post smut unless requested because well- I'm shy about it; I was originally busy doing the 200+ special but I can squeeze this in. ask and you shall receive basically.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🪐 ୧・pairing; Giyu Tomioka x AFAB Reader! (she/her pronouns)

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🫧 ୧・word count + summary; 2121 words. + after a long mission, you help your beloved relax for he is tensed, however, he decides to put you first, as usual, because your needs come before his.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings; smut, suggestive words, first time sex, teasing, and grammatical errors. if you are sensitive towards these topics, please dni. Btw this is 18+ content, please don't interact minors. proofread

It was by common knowledge that you and Tomioka have been together for some time already. Things weren't moving too slow nor too fast which was a steady and suitable pace for the both of you. Truly, you didn't want to rush Giyu for you knew he was a very distant and busy person in general; not to mention the fact that he wasn't even used to this type of treatment from the early stages of his life. But it is true, you loved him with all of your being.

He was sent on a mission for a few days. As much as it hurt you deeply to watch the love of your life leave you and possibly not return was heart-wrenching, however, Tomioka was a fighter, he was stronger than most, you knew he would return safe and sound. You didn't cry, you were the polar opposite. Instead of having the icy hands of fear consuming your every move, you chose to look at it in a positive aspect of it. (Name) knew her partner more than she knew herself, after all, he was hers and she was his, she loved him and she swore it to be true. 

Days upon days she awaited his arrival, waiting ever so patiently and rather enthusiastically for her partner's return. Waves of pure excitement flooded her innocent mind as she waited and pined for him to come back to her once more. His breath-taking face was solely engrained in her mind for it was him all she thought about during this time. Elation was practically flowing through her veins as she waited like a good little puppy dog for it's owner; how sweet was she? 

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Then the day came, he returned back to his beloved (Name).

"Giyu! Giyu!" exclaimed a teary-eyed (Name) as she darted across their shared estate to hug her beloved who looked like he hadn't attained at least one single scratch. Capturing him within her warm, tight and of course comforting embrace, Tomioka relaxed his once tense shoulders and a soft sigh of relief escaped from underneath his pale lips. With little to no expression plastered along his face, he hugged his beautiful beloved (Name) back tightly, almost too tight.

Nuzzling his face into (Name's) shoulder a bit, he kept it there and snuggled up to her a tad bit further than before, cherishing this short moment sincerely. "I missed you, dear," Tomioka uttered as he wished he could stay in your loving embrace for all eternity. It made him develop a sense of comfort.

Peace. Love. For him to finally be at ease.

You watched how Giyu was clearly stressed from his duties, it was evident just by his expressions alone and by his touch; he was stiff and tense. A sudden idea popped into your mind which was straying away from all innocence at this point in time.

Soft glistens of mischief were seen captured within your eyes as you brought one of your hands closer to his face, cupping his soft cheek gently before leaning in to whisper, "Mmm- Darling, you know, I could help you relax, I can tell you're pretty tense. Would having some 'fun' change that?" you coaxed teasingly into his ear, playfulness lacing your voice as you nibbled on his earlobe slightly. You were taking a risk, you surely didn't know if he wasn't ready or not, but you took a shot at it.

His azure-blue eyes widened just at how bold your words were and was taken aback by it all. After all, you two haven't done anything since getting together, but there's a first time for everything. An uneasy silence loomed through the air aimlessly before he spoke up quietly, "I could use a snack about now," as if he completely ignored your words.

Confused and a bit embarrassed, you questioned him, "What do you mean? Like some Mochi?" in an attempt to cover up all trace of your shame. Amused, he replied back to your comment, "No, how about I show you what I mean, darling." He removed his face from the crook of your neck and got himself out of your embrace. You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he is implying but before you even think, he has picked you up bridal style, being very careful with you. As if you were a piece of fragile glass or porcelain.

He carried you to your shared bedroom in the estate, plopping your body carefully onto the once-lonely bed after closing the door behind you two, with a simple swift nudge of it. He licks his lips a bit; leaning down close to your ear, he speaks softly almost like a whisper, "You said let's have some 'fun', I'll show you my definition of 'fun'." At this point in time, a cherry-red blush has now crept itself onto your cheeks, tinting them with the rosy colour just from his words meeting your ears. Causing you to melt inside almost instantly.

Gradually, he leaned down and placed his soft, tender touch on to your waistline, running his fingertips playfully around the delicate fabric of the bow of your yukata ever so gently, before untying the fabric. Allowing him to peel away the other parts of fabric hiding your wonderful figure. Now, Tomioka was certainly not expecting this, his eyes widened and his own red blush tinted his face deeply, the colour was very much visible. As he trailed his eyes along your dazzling physique.

Soaking up every inch of your body with just a few looks. However, he did wish for those pesky undergarments of yours to not be in the way of this. They simply had no use for what he had planned.

"Now, let me get my snack," he spoke up coldly, hints of playfulness still looming through his words. He took his hands and slowly stripped away your underwear, letting it rest neatly on the floor beneath you both. Now, your bare cunt was exposed for him to see, and it was his sight alone. How exciting was that for him? Carefully, he leaned down and took off his haori, letting it fall to the floor to accompany your items of clothing.

Giyu placed a firm hand on your inner thighs, stroking them ever so slowly, light yet lingering touches remaining there as he leaned in. Glancing up towards your angelic face; his gaze softens as he looks at you for confirmation. You nod, you wanted this, after all, you needed to feel him. Know what it's like to be one with him. To please him. To know how it feels to have your first time with the love of your life.

He nods his head back in response to you, his baby blues skimming long your red cheeks, a slight grin cracking on his face as he does so. Shifting his attention back down, he takes in the sight of your raw pussy wholly. Knowing that it is for sure his. He couldn't be happier. As his face eventually met your entrance, oh boy, he was on cloud nine.

Taking his middle and index finger, and slowly rubbed your clit teasingly, watching as your slimy, runny pre-cum gathered and clustered on his fingers as he does so, practically making you wet and tremble from under his very touch. Licking his fingers proudly of every singular ounce of your rich, sweet, gooey pre-cum, he looked down at your lewd face and exposed body. "Now that's a tasty snack, I would like more though," he said, how greedy to say the least.

Without uttering another word, he placed his hands gently on your plush thighs and held your legs up slowly yet tenderly, taking his time to gaze upon your beautiful figure sprawled out messily beneath him, he leaned down. Tomioka licked his lips once more, saliva thinly covering his lips. In doing that, he brought you to heaven on earth. His moist, hungry tongue worked magic and created miracles as it worked every individual spot in your tight, narrow entrance. Even managing to force itself within the slimy walls of your cunt at times. You being a completely drenched, gooey mess made it easier for him to slip in and toy with.

Sucking a bit and trailing his tongue along your sensitive area repeatedly. Rapidly. Eagerly. There was just too much overwhelmingly sweet goodness stored within you; how could he resist? His tongue was ecstatic with your flavor, it was nearly sickening that you could taste so delightful - better than any fruit, beverage, or candy. A one-of-a-kind taste he had all to himself.

He cherished this flavor and this wasn't even the best part, his mind was absolutely racing with the thought of you releasing your warm juices in his mouth. He only imagined how that by itself could taste. It was as if he could imagine it dancing happily on his tastebuds; with a refreshing flavor that he could never grow weary of. 

Giyu's mind was completely far from innocence now but he couldn't help it. His tongue began growing more impatient by the passing moment; his slimy friend briskly moved along your flaps and overlapped them. Sweet, soft cries of pleasure and pleased, quiet hums emanated from underneath your filthy lips, heavy, sharp breaths soon to follow after.

That's what he wanted, those adorable sounds to come from you. He craved hearing those sounds like an utter animal, however, he wasn't yet done with you. As he knows, self-control and patience are key, and why not have some fun while doing it? 

Tomioka gradually removed his face from your gooey hole, even if it hurt him to get away from that flavor for only a moment. He looked at your naked body in awe while a small smile unnoticeably crept along his face. "This is such a sweet treat, never knew it was cherry-flavored," he said under his breath.

You were confused, 'Cherry?' you thought yet you remained quiet. That same blush never dying on your face, that explained it.

He gripped your thighs further, only earning a whine from you as he nudged his face back in, this time going for your thighs. Starting with which was once small kitten licks turned into ravenous sucking and nibbling of your plush flesh. You weren't complaining, it felt absolutely amazing, as he nibbled and took in the inviting taste of you. He nearly got more occupied with his current task.

At least, he decorated your legs nicely with various dark hickeys and love bites. Several small bruises make their appearance on your figure as well.

He grinned broadly, satisfied with his work before getting back to work with your gooey hole. His greedy little tongue had its way with your folds, lapping and rubbing itself within every crevice it could muster. Wanting for your taste so, so badly. You just had to give it to him. So why not help? You took your left hand and applied pressure to the top of his raven black locks, allowing for his tongue to go deeper within your pussy from this bold action.

He liked this.

He continued with what he was doing, his slimy tongue buried deep within your warm insides was like heaven. As you gripped the delicate sheets beneath both of you, you bucked your hips upwards. The fabric you were holding onto helped you do so as you repeated this process - your hand still firmly gripping his hair. Letting him truly have a good taste of what you really are.

The lewd yet melodic, pleasureful moans and cries flowed into Giyu's ears. Sounds of satisfaction and contentment. And he caused all of this. He alone made you this moaning mess that couldn've barely contained yourself. Truly, he was proud.

For what felt like very few minutes, it was an utter pleasure. Time truly goes by when you're caught up in such fun. You finally came within him, and the substance was even better than he imagined. It flowed along his tongue ever so nicely as he had himself a field day drinking away every single drop until there was nothing left but his saliva thinly coating your entire clit.

As he was busy with that you were attempting to catch your breath. Getting even the slightest bit of air within you was crucial. You can't help but not recall what just happened. You took away your hand from his head and loosened your grip on the sheets as he licked away the last drop and looked proudly at his work.

That was the end, right? But did you know he was suppressing his needs all this time? Maybe you two should switch roles.

© angelic-dew, please don't translate or reclaim without permission. <3

[bontenslut3]

HOBIE X FEM READER

( cursing , overstimulated, pussy eating )

Let me know if y’all want a part two☺️

MIGHT HAVE SOME SPELLING MISTAKES IM SORRY

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Hobie puts his fingers inside of your wet pussy curling them over and over again with painful speed, pinning you down, softly choking you he starts kissing your neck all the way down to your breast and than your nipples to lick and play with them. While biting and kissing your harden nipples.He starts Running his veiny fingers on your waist. “you’re such a good fucking girl for me. Who’s my good girl huh? Say it I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours say it” He says while running his tongue up and down your stomach “ please babe it’s to much please” you begged as he lifts one of your legs up over his shoulder that has all your juices running down your thigh. Moving your other leg to the side” hmm but isn’t this what you wanted ? You bugged me All day . You teased me while at hq during the meeting thinking I wouldn’t do anything back. That’s cute.” He says as he sticks his tongue out revealing a silver tongue piercing. He slides his fingers inside of your already wet pussy while placing soft kisses on your clit “ fuck you’re so wet baby , you’ve been waiting for me to fuck you haven’t you baby?” As he says that you feel his tongue circling your clit the feeling of his cold piercing makes your head spin. You start to go wild for him getting more and more desperate for him to fuck you but can’t say anything the pain and pleasure of his tongue and piercing is to much for your body to handle you shake and grip the sheets around you “ h-hobie baby fuck please slow down this is to much for me to handle I won’t last long as this rate “

[atxxokirina]

'Make You Mine Again' (18+)

Lo'ak x fem Omatikayan reader

contains: SMUTTY SMUT, mention of cheating, lo'ak (somewhat) gaslighting reader, dom lo'ak, p in v, wall fuck, creampie, squirt. lmk if i missed anything!

plot: you dump lo'ak after discovering he cheated on you. he feels terrible about his fuck up, so he comes over to make it up to you.. to make you his again.

Your boyfriend, Lo'ak was one of the best hunters you knew. He'd exelled at just about everything. Aiming arrows, throwing his bola, spears, axes— and his accuracy when it came to the variety of knives he owned was truly incredible. The only thing Lo'ak continuously failed at was timing.

"Ready, aim, shoot!" Jake shouts at his warrior crew. The bunch shoot in unison, arrows flying at their targets. "Tsu'mong, Áyena, Neteyam, great forms! Chest relaxed with confident shoulders. I love to see it." He claps. Jake makes his way to Lo'ak's distressed arrow, eyeing how it landed just below everyone else's. He bends down, plucking the arrow out of the tree.

Jake stands up to look at his son. Holding intense eye contact with him. "Everyone.. dismissed." Lo'ak knew he was to stay, just by the way his father was glaring at him. You watched from above the trees, feeling a sad ache forming in your heart as you watched Lo'ak bow down his head in shame. As the group of hunters walk away from the site, you wave to Lo'ak. He holds back a grin, vaugely nodding up at you.

"You already know what I'm gonna say, boy." Jake growls as he points at Lo'ak. "Hunting retreat is in 2 days. Get your timing straight or you're not goin' with us! That understood?"

"Yes, sir.." Lo'ak replies, voice low. "Good. Now go, dismissed." Jake grunts as Lo'ak picks up his arrow and walks away. Your eyes follow him. You drop down from the tree you sat in, landing right behind him. "Hey! You okay?" He turns around. “I’m alright." He sighs.

It just feels like I’m never good enough for him..” His tone is strained, eyes casted down on the ground. “I try my absolute hardest- I think I’m doing everything right, but then he gets upset anyway. I just don’t know what to say. This stupid retreat is dumb anyway.” He shrugs, shaking his head. "And did you see the way everyone looked at me when he called me out?"

You frown, tilting your head and rubbing his shoulder. "Yeah baby, I saw.." you sighed. "Look, it's okay. You've been doing great. I watch you everyday, and you know practice makes perfect." You speak as you cling to his arm, walking alongside him. "Remember how hard it was for you to throw your bola at first? And now look at you, you're great at it."

His expression softens at the mention, earning a genuine smile. “Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point. Just gotta keep at it.” He walks with you, holding your hand. “Thanks, y/n." You smile, resting your head on his shoulder. "Mhm, of course. You know I got you, what kind of a girlfriend would I be if-"

"Lo'ak!" An somewhat familiar voice calls after your boyfriend, you shoot your head around to see- his.. ex? She was around the same height as you, shorter hair, braids tied back. "Áyena? Hey, what's up, what are you doing here?" Lo'ak instantly unclasped your hand as if he didn't want her to see. He walks up to the girl and gives her a handshake that soon turned into a hug. Your arms fold, tilting your head as a disgusted expression forms on your face. You scoff, watching as his manerisims completely changed.

"Hm, I hear Jake has been giving you a hard time during training," She starts. "I could give you some, pointers later on.." She flashes a shit eating grin at you, snaking her hand up to his neck. Lo'ak pushes her hand away, he mumbles "Not here" under his breath, hoping you wouldn't hear, but you still caught it.

You folded your arms in disbelief, shaking your head. "Wow.." You're at a loss for words, Lo'ak snaps out of whatever trance he was in and turns around to you. "Later, Lo.." Áyena speaks in a shallow tone, winking as she left.

“She’s just a friend..” He says after a moment, his voice quiet. He doesn’t even look at you while he speaks. "Didn't even have to ask you, huh?" He now looks at you, face screwed in guilt. "A friend, my ass. That shit she pulled speaks for itself." You huff in annoyance, walking away from him. He follows behind you “What, you don’t trust me?” Lo'ak asks, coming off overly defensive. He knows he's been found out, but of course, he won't go down without a fight. Even if he is in wrong.

You ignore him and continue strutting away, knowing that this will only agitate you more. "It was just a hug. Just listen to me, fuck!" He says from behind you, irritation growing as you give him the cold shoulder. Nothing he's saying is adding up.

Just a hug? Fuck that. You saw the way he looked at her. You knew that lust filled look, and just the thought of him going behind your back entrances your body with rage. "You know what? Fuck you, I'm leaving." He speaks huskily. It made no sense how he was getting so upset over this. He was the one who cheated on you, not the other way around.

"No, you're not!" You pull his arm and turn him around. "Tell me the fucking truth, Lo'ak! Did you fuck her? Huh?" You raise your voice at him, anger building by the minute. His face twitches, eyes stuttering to look at you. "I know that look, so just tell me. Don't fucking lie." You demand.

He yanks his arm back to escape your hold. “Áyena is my friend.” He growls, scowling. “Nothing happened.” He adds quickly. He’s so clearly lying to you, and doing a very poor job of it.

"Lo'ak. If you lie to me one more time.. you'll regret it. You, and her. I swear." You step closer, whispering a threat in his ear.

Lo’ak took you seriously this time. His expression softens in fear. He takes a breath, looking straight into your eyes, but can’t maintain the look for long, your expression is too intimidating. He looks to side, a heavy sigh falling out of his mouth as he slumps. “Fine..” You look at him, expecting the unvarnished truth this time. "Okay.. It's complicated, but-"

"It's not complicated. Did you fuck her, or not?" Your voice is stern. "Yes.. I did- fuck her." He finally admits. You sharply inhale, closing your eyes for a moment and collecting your thoughts. He looks at you with saddened eyes, worrying about what your next reaction might be.

"We're done." Just saying those words made your heart crumble. You loved Lo'ak so much, a part of you wished to forgive him. To let it all go, pretend that nothing ever happened, but you couldn't live like this, you couldn't do that to yourself.

"Y/n, I-I'm so sorry!" He sniffles, tears rolling down his face. “Tell me what you want from me,” Lo’ak please. “I’ll do whatever you want” He’s desperate to show he’s sorry. So much so that he kneels before you. “I love you, I want to be with you forever, how can I make this right?” He cries, his words broken with desperation. "Please, don’t leave. Please.."

You have to admit, he looks pathetic like this, but your heart still aches for him.

'I can't do this to myself.' you remind your consciousness.

"I'm sorry.. I can't. I'm sorry." You fight back an ocean of tears, shifting your view away from his as you back away. Ignoring the calls of your name. Your heart feels as if it's been shattered.

The walk back to your hut was silent and lonely. You tried to distract yourself from the terrible experience you've had tonight. Focusing on the rustling leaves, Fkio chirping, and bioluminescent flowers moving with the wind.

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It's been 3 days since the breakup. You've been cooped up in your hut since then, only leaving during the dead of the night, to collect food for the next day, or bathing in the nearest cave.

You wake up in the middle of the night. Feeling groggy and exhausted. You prayed to Eywa that you'd feel even a sliver of relief, but alas, your heart is still heavy. Sitting up and throwing your blanket off your body, you sigh. After a few moments, you notice the silhouette standing in your doorway. You gasp. "What the fuck.." You whisper, standing up while your tail stays alert, flicking as the figure stays still.

The moonlight shines on the person's back, their shadow now coming into full sight. You face drops once you realize who it is, body becoming weak at the sight. "Lo'ak..?" You speak in a hushed tone. His tall form steps closer to you, pulling you close by your waist."Y/n, baby.. I'm so sorry." He's now peering down at you. Your eyes are filled with such sadness, but you avoid looking at him. No, you won't give him that satisfaction. "You need to leave.."

"Give me one more chance.." he leans his head down, giving your neck a soft kiss. You stand still, silently refusing to give in. "C'mon.." He abruptly wraps his hand around your neck, catching you off guard.

You rumble a tiny whine. But he doesn't stop his lips, infact, they only grow more intimate against your neck. Lo'ak snakes his hand to your breasts, squeezing them as he inhales a moan. "Let me make you feel good.. just.." His breath fans against your neck, you shudder. "One more chance.. I know you miss me, don't you mama?"

You felt a puddle of heat growing in your loincloth, you hated how easily wet this got you. But you couldn't lie. You did miss him. His touch, his strong arms, and the way he fucked you. "N-no.." You breathe out, fighting his eyes again. Lo'ak notices and catches your chin, forcing you to look at him.

He maintains eye contact. Undressing you with his eyes. He pulls you into a kiss. Tounge immediately slipping in your mouth, as if it's making up for lost time. Your hands wrap around his neck as you fall into the kiss, jumping onto him, legs tight around his waist.

Lo'ak grips your ass, squeezing it. He pushes you into the wall, a surprised wince comes from you. You look at him, silently pleading with your eyes.

Please, take me.

That look was all he needed. He scrambles to untie his loincloth, hard cock springing out. Veins are protruding, aching like your heart. Lo'ak moves your loincloth to the side, met with your glistening slick. "So fucking wet for me.." He huffs. Aligning his cock up to your pussy, teasing your clit while he's at it. You whimper at the friction. Without warning, he pushes himself into you.

A strained moan comes from you, he smirks with a breath. He pumps into your tight cunt, pace quick and determined. "Shit.. so tight for me," He grunts under his breath, rutting into you like no tomorrow. You squint your eyes shut, suppressing your moans. They come out as chopped breaths.

"Nah, don't hide from me baby, just- fuck.. let go for me." He tells you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You refuse, eyebrows narrow as you fight your body. "Really?" He laughs at you, now snapping his hips into you relentlessly. "Ah!" You finally moan, feeling him deeper than before. Lo'ak looks down at your pussy, watching your liquids mix with his, he notices the buldge in your stomach.

"Mnphh.. Lo'aaak!" You moan out, throwing your head back in pleasure. "Fuck, Lo'ak!" Your chest rises and falls, feeling your climax build. His head lifts at the moan of his name, hips stuttering. He's close too. You feel it. Feel his cock twitching inside.

"That's right, say my name baby.." As your back arches, your boobs bounce in his face. He rips your top off, swiftly bringing his lips to your hard nipples. Licking circles around the bud, his hand meets with your clit, rubbing up and down, angling his hips up, cock kissing your cervix.

"Haah- oh, Eywa! Right thereee, please don't stop! I'm s-so close!!" You pant and whimper. "Gonna cum!"

"M-Me too! Fuck, hold on baby. Not yet." He groans. Grinding his hips into yours, you both moan in ecstasy. Lo'ak feels your walls clench around him. "Cum at the same time. You're gonna wait for me, aren't you? Gonna be a good girl?"

"Uh huh, y-yesss!" You babble, eyes rolling back as you pant. "Tight pussy's choking me.. oh, fuck." Lo'ak tries to focus on your movements, closing him eyes.

Squeeze and release.

Squeeze and release.

Squeeze and release.

He feels the blood rushing to his cock, pupils wide as that familiar feeling builds inside of him. You feel it too, how his cock is begging for a release. You look at him. "Please, I need to cum. Please, please please pleaseee.." Your weak moans just turn him on more.

"Almost baby, almost.." He says, remaining eyes shut. You whine, not sure if you can hold back much longer. "Mmm.. ngghh, I can't, I can't-"

"Shit, now! Cum now baby, cum all over my cock!" His abrupt demand cuts you off. You obey in an instant, finally relaxing your body as your clear liquid spurts out onto him. "Fuuuck!" You cry.

His thick and warms load floods your womb, getting his last thrusts in as he moans above you. One last grunt comes from him before he pulls out.

You're completely winded. "Hey, you okay?" He asks with concern, setting you down. Your body is limp, mind empty but you respond with a low sound. "Mhmm.."

He lifts you up, placing you back on your cot, seeing how he fucked you right back to sleep made him laugh to himself.

"So glad I could make you mine again.." Lo'ak lowly whispers, softly kissing your plump lips and exiting your tent before the sun begins to rise.

[qhoaaaa]

"Bit, uh, hung... isn't it, Sweetheart?"

Milo/Sweetheart - "One Size Fits All" Poll Winner!

18+ - MINORS DNI

CW: unprotected sex

Milo huffed as he sunk into the couch, body practically going limp against the cushions. The fire crackled in front of him, his mate nowhere to be found. Despite how tired he should be, having gotten back from a long job, he's feeling pretty energized. No wonder gigs always rack in during the winter, being Moonbound and all that. All that energy from the Solstice is still lingering, Milo closes his eyes and tries to lean into the couch, seeking any bit of relaxation. He grumbles when he hears the footsteps of his beloved. Their soft socks sliding against the wood floor, they stop in front of the fireplace and Milo peeks his eyes open. A devious smile creeps on his face as he watches them bend down, eyeing a certain ass, as they open the chain curtains to each side.

His eyes glaze over their body, outlining their thin sweats that catch at their knee, interrupted by the long cloth of their sweater. Though, his senses long to see some of their skin, his eyes don't catch any, much to his chagrin. His smile remains, softening, when they kneel and grab wood with their bare hand. There's another crackle and thud as the log is chucked into the fireplace. A rattle echos as they close the chains again, they check over their hand for splinters and finally stand up. His eyes shut as they turn to look at him.

They try not to notice his moving eyes under his eyelids, chuckling as they say, "Not your best work, Milo."

He groans, "Not my fault you've got such good eyes, Sweetheart."

He straightens himself on the couch, now looking at his mate. They smile at him, then walk to the couch. His hands are immediately on their waist as they sit, thick, warm hands felt through the fabric. He's practically laying on their chest, his hands sliding into a loose hug around them. He presses his cheek against their collarbone, a quick kiss at their skin. He feels their hands rub up and down on his back, resulting in a relaxed hum.

"Welcome home," they say, kissing his forehead as he shuffles even more, getting increasingly comfortable with them around now.

He mumbles from their neck, "Ya smell good," another lazy kiss at their jugular, "M'tired..."

He makes a loud grumble, eyes closed against their skin, breathing slow. He's not asleep, just enjoying their comfort. They hear the intake of air as he tries to defend himself not being tired, but quickly shuts his mouth, pressing his face closer into them. Now that he's relaxed, they finally acknowledge the scene. They observe the melted spots on the floor: snow. His sodden work boots clumsily stacked over each other at the foot of the couch, a wet puddle formed around them, and his embroidered jacket thrown carelessly on the ground, a seemingly makeshift attempt to throw it on the coffee table. Their hands press down on his shirt, of which he squirms at. Its a regular black long-sleeved shirt, with the gold stitches noticeable at the collar, shoulders and wrists. They smell his signature cologne, citrus and pine, now washed off with a hint of petrichor.

Their hands continue to press his sides, he stirs, "What'cha doing, Sweetheart?" They relish in the fact that he doesn't pull away from them, how safe he must feel in their arms. They can't help a smile grow on their face.

"Were you in the snow?"

"As astute as ever, baby."

They snort, fingers moving to tickle him. He grunts, rather dog-like, noises sputtering into a laugh as his Sweetheart mercilessly tickles his sides. His hands blindly reach for their wrists, he stammers quips of surrender. Seconds later, they stop and Milo removes his face from their neck, looking up at them with glossy eyes and a smile that could light up this damn living room if the fire wasn't on. It's a look that speaks a thousand words, of love, admiration, security, any kind of sappiness Milo would usually make fun of. But with Milo, every word is sincere. Every action solidifies that, especially when it comes to his mate.

He chuckles into their kisses as they lean down, lips pressing, teeth biting and eventually the two get lost in each other's kisses. Both of them feel heated, ears burning, touches getting more sensitive with Milo's cold body and his mate's warm embrace - their gasps give away all of that. They didn't expect him to be so reactive tonight, but that would have to be saved for later. Milo draws out a hot sigh from them as his hands reach under their shirt, the cold of his palms making them shiver, either from arousal or temperature, they can't tell. Their body arches into him, Milo feels the curve of their skin bump into his chest, he can't help but let out a delicious groan. Milo reaches up to plant his lips right at the middle of their neck, he feels them swallow as his canines poke into them. Their head is leaned back, eyes dark with need and affection, looking at the ceiling. The room is scarcely aglow with fire, darkness and heat is all they need to drive each other to their limits. And how those limits have been tested before, well, they will be tested again tonight. Their hands grip his waist upon feeling him bite a little harder. They pat his side, he registers this and pulls away, soothing the bite with kisses. They pant as they pull away from each other, regulating their breathing as Sweetheart still pats his shirt.

Milo scoffs, voice high in amusement, "What else are you looking for? I mean if you want me to take off my shirt, just ask me, baby."

Then, they find it. Wet spots all over the front of his shirt and on the hem of his pants. They don't know how they didn't catch it sooner, though his lips are a very good distraction.

They sigh, "What did you do today?" Theres a hint of laughter in their tone, mixed with their confusion of how wet their werewolf is.

"Eh, we had some kinda wedding gig out in the snow. Whatever maniacs decided to get hitched in the cold is beyond me. Hell, I swear I saw a kid ready to hurl a snowball at the groom! And not to mention, Asher was his detail, so I don't know if he would've let the thing fly like Bard with the Black Arrow or what!? Luckily, the little menace saw David and freaked out. But at the afterparty, I was expecting them all to finally get inside the damn venue but no! That same kid got a snowball and threw it at Asher! So, lo and behold, your man is here all wet and freezing because Ash decided to have a wedding-wide snowball fight. Even got the officiant in it too, geez!"

Sweetheart laughs along with Milo, following his story about how someone objected to the wedding because the groom was "too short". Milo snaps back with that his height could be compensating for something else. The two of them swap stories for their day, Sweetheart got home after work and took care of things around the house while waiting for Milo to come home. Upon mention, Aggro is sleeping soundly somewhere around the house. There's the scent of melted candles scattered around as well, Sweetheart figured it would be a long day for Milo with how early he left this morning, so they lit candles to help the ambiance. Milo has always appreciated their care for things, be it a candle or something even more minuscule, they'll do their most to make Milo feel at ease at home, with them. And he's always given his best to return those favors, it's acts of service that make this pair of mates match together so well. It seems like they've been talking for hours when its time to head to bed. Their bed, together. The fire has dimmed to embers at this point, so they leave it to die down. Sweetheart kisses his cheek and moves to get up, mentioning that they're going to clean up before heading to bed.

Milo tries to argue, saying that the pools of melted snow are his mess, but they're already up before he can grab them and pull them into his lap. He has no choice but to watch them walk around the house with a smile on their face, as they grab his boots and jacket, putting them away and getting other objects to clean. Milo looks out the screen door, watching the snow fall. He hears the shuffle of their socks against the floor as they move around. He observes the small mountain of snow outside in their backyard, smirking at it. Maybe he thought of having his own snowball fight with his mate. Him poorly hiding behind one of the heaters as his mate lands a snowball at his shoulder. Him running to them, shoving them into the mountain of snow. And maybe a few kisses after that, who knows? His thoughts grow as the shuffling behind him stops. A crackle of the wood brings him back and he turns around. There they are, his Sweetheart, his mate, standing there with a smile. Its just as warming as a fire, the glow of the fickle flames dancing in their eyes. Milo could melt on the spot, his Core swelling with pride and love. His life changed that day he caught them sneaking into his apartment. It changed for the better once he asked them to be his mate. All these years later and he wouldn't change a thing.

They reach a hand out for him, "Lets go to bed, yeah?"

Sweetheart is waiting for Milo in bed, laying on top of the sheets, reading a book. There's a lamp on their side of the bed, illuminating just enough for them to read. Milo is finishing up brushing his teeth, baring his teeth to eye his canines. He slides his tongue over them, closing his jaw with a satisfied noise. He washes his face and walks into the bedroom, the both of them have already changed for sleep. He eyes Sweetheart, watching their eyes flicker across the page, their eyebrows raise slightly from something from the book. Milo flicks the bathroom light off, approaching the bed. Sweetheart's smile grows as they see him approach from the corner of their eye.

"Hi, handsome."

"What are ya doing?"

"Reading."

"I see that. Thought you were tired?"

They look up at him. The book closes with a small thud and they place it somewhere on the bed, away from them.

With a sly smile, they say, "Moonbound, won't be tired for a while."

"Is that so?" Milo looks down at them, interest in his eyes.

They laugh, "You should know. What do you think happened last Solstice? We made quite a mess of that loft, if I remember correctly."

He rolls his head, "Mmm, yeah, I remember. You, uh, alluding to something, Sweetheart?"

They don't answer, giving a silent laugh as Milo inspects them closely. They're wearing the same sweater as they were earlier. Its loose and knitted, and he can see small openings of the fabric, welcoming his eyes to small windows of their skin. They aren't wearing anything under, just a pair of sleep shorts, his ears flush with heat just at their clothes alone, intention very much noticed. His eyes go up, eyeing their neck and the small pokes he left earlier.

"You gonna look, or are you gonna do something?"

Don't have to tell him twice. Milo slowly walks around the bed and gets on, landing on the space between their legs, pushed up right against their ass. He pushes the book off of the bed, hands creeping up to his mate's loose sweater. His hands go under, feeling their soft skin. They roll their shoulders, smiling at his touch. He feels them roll their hips, and he slides his hands down to their sides. They bark a laugh as he tickles them, rolling their hips even more, rubbing against a certain spot on his crotch. He knows what he's doing. He stops, moving to remove his shirt and tossing it on the floor. He's left in sweats, while his mate has too many clothes on. While taking off his shirt, Milo's chain catches on the cloth and he takes that off. He debates for a quick second, if he should put it on the nightstand or on them. His train of thought is broken when Sweetheart calls his name. He looks at them and reaches over, pressing a kiss to their ear and jaw as he slides the chain onto them. He whispers an "I love you" right in their ear, making them shiver almost instantaneously. Milo plants a hand on the bed, near their shoulder as his mate kisses him softly. They pull back with a smile, of which he replies with knocking his forehead against theirs. He chuckles as he covers their cheek in kisses, then sits back up. He keeps eyeing their sweater, and then gets an idea.

Milo grabs the sweater again, and then drags it over him. It takes him a bit but soon he and his mate are fitted in the same sweater. Sweetheart laughs at the commotion of Milo mumbling to himself at the size of the thing. His shuffling stops and they jump a little when they hear him whisper, "Think you can flip over, baby?" They nod and, although awkward, they flip over onto their back. Seeing their face, Milo kisses them properly, a groan releasing from his throat. Sweetheart grazes their fingers against his cheek as he deepens the kiss. Eyes closing, Milo and Sweetheart adjust their bodies to each other. Milo has his thighs encompassing theirs, perfect for him to grind his growing hard on into them. Their legs are up, hand holding Milo's cheek while the other is held down by one of his hands. His grip isn't hard, but just enough for him to assert how this is going to play out... or so he thought.

When Milo pulls away, he bites their lip quickly, pulling the skin gently. A teasing nip as they pant, eyes glossy as they look all over him. They move their head up, exposing their neck to Milo. He presses a wet kiss right under their ear, trailing down the vein. He can hear their heartbeat with every kiss, and it quickens when he starts to grind into them. He's earned a light gasp, but that's not enough for him. He wants more, to hear more, to make them sweat and moan under him. He sighs in their ear, wanting them to hear how fucked up they get him. How they ruin him, spoil him with their love. The grinding gets intense, deeper and rougher thrusts. He can feel their thighs tense inside his crotch, squeezing right near the thick bulge beneath his briefs and sweats. They're much closer now, skin to skin, arms around each other as Milo's thrusts stutter in pace for a bit. Sighs and gasps now turned into words of affection and moans of desire.

He groans, "Fuck... haah, look what you're doing to me, Sweetheart... Ohh, shit, I gotta stop, I don't wanna-!"

He yelps as Sweetheart somehow manages to flip their position, rolling on the bed until he's under them now. Milo pants as he sees them on top, his cock missing the friction but also enjoying the rush. He closes his thighs, he swears that if there's any more foreplay, he's gonna bust without having actually done anything. That's the affect they have on him, and he savors it like no other. He sees his chain dangle around their neck, licking his lips.

He cracks a smile at them, "What are... what are you gonna do, Detective?" He looks up at them with expectation, their mate bond flourishing in heat as they say, "Inspect every inch of you, with my hands, my tongue, my teeth," they lean into his ear, "I'll see what I can do until you're spent. Are you gonna be good for me, Milo?" He nods vigorously as they pull away, staring down at him with piercing eyes, the same eyes that he's fallen for, the same eyes that make him weak in the knees.

They press an innocent kiss to his nose, they both laugh, his heart beating faster as he watches them move down, kissing all over his chest. He hisses at the feel of the cold chain against his skin, beaming with heat. He lets out a loud gasp when their lips close against a nipple. He tries to look down at them but he can't, the damn sweater blocking that gorgeous view of his mate going down on him. He pants as their tongue swirls around his nipple, whispering their name when they suck on it. A pop sound is heard as they pull away, kissing his pec and then moving on to the other nipple. He squirms under them, getting louder at the feel of their hand trailing fingernails down his torso, abdomen and then over his bulge. He whispers their name over and over, feeling their hand squeeze and start to rub his bulge through his sweats. They remove their mouth from his nipple, both sopping wet with their saliva. Their eyes meet as they rub him, his hands laid back near his head, not even moving as he's overcome with pleasure. Dark eyes, deep with lust reflect onto each other. Without looking, Sweetheart moves their hand under his sweats, pressing their thumb at a wet spot, circling it. He groans louder, eyes not leaving theirs.

He's giving it all to them, leaving his pleasure on display for his mate, like how they've done for him so many times, and he fucking loves it.

He nearly whimpers when they remove their hand, crawling back up to kiss him sloppily. He groans into their mouth, rewarding them with noise. Because they've earned it, they've so fucking earned it. He requests for them to take off his sweats, whispering in need for more than touch, he needs to be inside them. But if they want to be on top, then who is he to deny them. They acknowledge his request, before going down once more. Milo sees their body flicker, then turn fully invisible. He chuckles, delightfully overwhelmed with how they are tonight. He feels the hem of his sweats get pulled and then snap against his thigh, he jolts at the impact and raises his hips. He watches his sweats and briefs get pulled off, so slowly that it makes him ache. He hears echos of their chuckles, as if their voice had been thrown across the room. He sucks through his teeth as his cock, full and erect, is exposed to the chill air. There's a brief pause, he can't see them so he doesn't know what they're doing.

"Are ya teasing me, Sweetheart? Come on, hah, or uh, am I too big for you? Bit, uh, hung... isn't it, Sweetheart?" He stares off at the space where he hopes they're at, but any thoughts of his are dissipated as he feels a warmth swallow his cock.

He groans loudly, feeling himself pulse and throb inside. Fucking finally. He growls as he scarcely sees his cock get wet deeper and deeper, pitch heightening as he feels something wet along the underside. Its their mouth, and their tongue. He feels a vibration coming from their mouth, it just riles him up even more. He feels like he's on fire, but also electric. He manages to slide the sweater off of him, dropping it off the bed and sees his mate in their fully glory. He sees their body come back into view when they deep throat his cock, then fade away again when they bob up. Its like a ripple, he can't help but get lost in his senses. During these flickers, his eyes try to explore any part of skin he can see from them and his need for them heightens when he sees them playing with themself. He feels like he's on the edge now after seeing that.

He muffles a groan as he says, "Swe- wait, Sweetheart, I'm gonna..."

They remove themself from his cock, lapping at the tip before rippling back into view once more. He gapes at their face, saliva around their mouth, pupils blown wide and legs twitching as they continue to play with themself.

"You look so fucking beautiful, baby..." He stammers, taking in everything. Their scent, the messy way they look, the hunger in their eyes.

They huff, catching their breath, "You ready, Milo?" He chuckles, "Fuck yes..."

They come back down for more kisses, they don't even bother to wipe off their saliva. His hungry lips nip at their neck once they're in range, touching their body like its the last thing he'll ever do. Once they're both ready, Sweetheart coos, "I love you." He breaks into a wide smile, "Mmm, I love you too." Milo lays back down and Sweetheart sits up, hovering above his cock, legs around his for support. Milo looks down at his cock, wet and pristine and throbbing for release.

"You... you gonna ride me, Sweetheart? Mmm? Claim me? Claim this wolf as yours?" He huffs, looking expectantly at them.

They place a hand on his chest, above his heart and his fingers grip their wrist, "Yes."

Milo fights to not cum immediately as they lower themself onto him. They keep their hand at his heart, he whispers words of affirmation that they can take him, all of him. Soon, they're all the way at the base. He whispers, "Sweetheart?" They look at him, nodding that they're okay. Milo remarks at their own wetness, which prompts them to use their fingers to play with their own tip. As they bounce on his cock, he notices their legs shaking, they've been denying themself to cum as well. Then, Sweetheart leans forward, using their hips to roughly fuck down on him. Their voice shakes in and out of sound itself, face hovering over Milo's as he witnesses them unravel on top of him, for him. They both aren't going to last much longer.

Milo uses his hips to fuck into his mate, both rewarding the other with noises that could shatter the damn windows. Milo groans louder when a wet smacking sound comes into play, he looks down to see that their on the edge, wetness splayed all over each other's thighs and cores. They move faster, Milo starts huffing and groaning when they both approach their climax. Sweetheart kisses him deeply for the final thrusts, tongue swirling in his mouth, his hands holding them close as their bodies shiver and shake, their throats only echo their noises in each other's heads.

"Thank you for that, Sweetheart. Fucking amazing, every time."

After a few minutes of cooling down, Sweetheart pulls away and removes themself off of his cock. They shudder as his cum spills a little from inside of them. They roll down onto the bed, spent and panting. Milo is the same, he catches his breath and smiles when he hears them start to giggle. He rolls over and cuddles them, holding their waist loosely. His fingers slide over their abdomen, their body twitches at the contact. He spends a few minutes rubbing and touching their body, easing them down from such a performance. They look back at him, happy but also tired, eyes blinking with a smile on their cute face. They shuffle closer to him, protected in his arms. They turn their head to nuzzle into his hair, "Can't even move my legs." Milo chuckles, "Mmm, good thing we don't have anything to do tomorrow then. I'll spend all day pampering you this time, Sweetheart." He presses a kiss to their jaw, hand on their torso, watching it rise and fall as their breathing steadies. He smirks, "What a way to warm up, eh?" They loosely try to hit him, resulting in light laughter and him grabbing their hand to kiss their palm and wrist.

Milo and Sweetheart clean up, with Milo getting up to grab a towel and for any other necessities. When they come back to bed, Milo has his head leaned on their shoulder. They stand right at the bed frame, he cups their face and softly kisses them. They smile at him and tap his chest, telling him to get in bed. They cuddle once more, now cleaned up but still naked in each other's arms. Right before Sweetheart falls asleep, Milo says:

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Happy Leap Day (released right at 11:59 💀)yall lmaoo 💜😊 hope you enjoy n whatnot

[rmoonstoner]

Me picking up an old Moon Knight WIP and reading the notes that I left my self.

'The reader rides Marc. He comes too fast. She rides him, until he's a mess.'

[bl4kstar]

locker room sex with oliver wood smut

warnings: smut aged up oliver

author note: the things i would let this man do to me is crazy.

Let's first start off with how u got in this position you sitting on the locker room bench legs spread and Oliver eating out your pussy.

To keep it quick cuz I know yall got no attention span and I don't either fr, you were wearing one of Oliver's sweaters to the game and some biker shorts. From some angles, Oliver can really get a look at all that ass. So when you walk into the locker room with Oliver you praise him about his win you started getting touchy and yeah that's how you are in that position currently.

Oliver was really good with his tongue slowly tracing circles over your clit and then sucking. Occasionally he'd raise his eyes up to meet at yours saying, "Feels good hm?" "It does..." "I can tell." Oliver would then let his lips curl into a smirk.

Oliver was the master of edging he knows exactly when to stop and exactly when to let you cum. Whenever you start squirming and your hips buck forward for more attention he stops completely then after like a minute, he goes back. e

ill finish latere

[hobiebrownbrowser]

🔞Hobie Brown x F!Reader🔞

Y/N didn't come to the HQ today,

Of course Hobie was gonna worry.

Hobie knew something was wrong when you didn't show up for a mission they were assigned on together, nor for your favorite time on your break, Spending time with him. At first he thought nothing of it, Going against his gut and saying that you got the day off.

He'd turn to Miguel despite not wanting too, The guy being pissed off more than anything. He'd been trying to contact you for ages. Hobie found out you'd skipped more than just a few days. Taking it upon himself to try to contact his lover only for the call too go dead.

Hobie finally gave in to his senses, making a portal and walking through it. His eyes immediately scanning around for his girlfriend. Your place was quiet, too quiet for his own liking. Hobie felt shivers crawl down his spine as he was hit with a strong alluring scent, The smell tickling his senses as he makes his way towards your room.

The scent got stronger every breath he'd inhaled, Only inches away from the door. He'd softly knock, but didn't get much of a reply.

"Y/N, it's me' luv." He'd knock again, His ears catching signs of slight shuffling before the door had slowly cracked open. Hobie exhaled, The sweet smell lingering in the air right below his nostrils.

His nose felt like it had caught on fire. The aroma almost choking him, His eyes pinned on the women in front of him.

"Obie...what are you doing here?" Your words were slurred, trying to hide behind the door, Your eyes meeting one another.

"What I'm I doin' ere luv?" It felt more like a question then a answer, Your eyes narrowing, clearly confused. Hobie raised a brow as he leaned against the door frame, The fragrance roaming around your entire body.

You couldn't stop him from lazily brushing past you, The door sliding open more to reveal your naked trembling body, Sweat tickling down your neck as the room was scorching hot from the inside.

"Why didn' you contact me?" It was an embarrassing situation, Yet Hobie acted like this was normal. Setting his guitar down and beckoning for you to come closer. You comply with his request, A nervous look upon your face.

You climbed onto Hobie's lap, Your legs hardly functioning as they continue to subdue your ability to move. He started off slow, Calming you down by caressing your quivering thighs.

Your breathing became slow once he'd placed his hands on your hips, Rubbing circles along your burning skin. Your shaking body looking for any kind of friction to stop the growing heat that rised.

Your whimpers had Hobie falling apart, holding your hips firmly so you couldn't fall, Watching as you unravel above him.

He could feel your cunt aching for him, his ripped up jeans becoming drenched with your arousal. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your delightful scent one more time before pulling away.

He felt bad once you'd let out a pleading cry, not wanting the pleasure to end, Hushing you by placing soft kisses along your neck. You pulled on his vest, wanting him to take it off. He obliged, His clothes behind tossed aside somewhere.

Your alarming gaze setting a smirk upon Hobie's face. He loved making you flustered, his eyes made contact with your beautiful body, Your hip dips lining your figure like a hourglass.

"Such'n beauty." He caught your arms, fearing you'd cover the beauty from him, He tied your hands behind your back with his belt. A lousy whine emitting from your throat.

He chuckled, His lips grazing over your skin. You were sensitive to even a small touch, Flinching before relaxing as your senses were a complete mess.

He kissed your cleavage before cupping his hands around your soft breasts, nipping at your sensitive buds. You breath staggered as you tug on the restraints, eventually giving up.

It was already too much for you, letting out pleads for Hobie to touch you.

"Please! Stop teasing me..." He hushed you up with another small kiss. His hand wondering lower until his fingers made contact with your clit, Your body jolting forward almost headbutting the poor guy.

"Tryin' to knock me out princess?" The joke had gotten a tired giggle out of you, apologizing before politely asking if he could continue. You tensed as his finger slid between your wet folds, spreading them apart, pushing two fingers inside of you.

Making sure your stretched out enough before taking his cock. Your cries were so sweet, legs trembling the more Hobie pushed his fingers inside of you. Hips bucking to try to push them deeper.

Needing, wanting more than just his fingers. Incompatible words falling from your lips as you desperately begged for his cock.

He'd never heard you say something so lewd. Your patience growing thin. He could tell just by how you'd start bouncing on his lap, legs spreading wider just for him.

He didn't wanna tease you but couldn't resist, wanting to hear you whine his name, Making this night painfully slow. Just how Hobie liked it.

"Fuck stop teasing me please!" He was torturing you at this point. A small bit of him feeling guilty, the other bit eager to make you scream out his name.

He only hummed against your ear, Nipping your earlobe until it was left burning, Whispering filthy things into your ear. Your pussy squelching every time he thrusts his fingers in and out.

He didn't stop until you were practically repeating his name. Desperately trying to convince him to bottom his cock inside of you, Bucking your hips once he'd found your sweet spot, Your toes curling as your orgasm was getting closer.

You didn't want to cum on his fingers, Trying to pull away but failing miserably. Hobie could feel how eager you were for him, Your insides tightening around his fingers before he pulled them out.

You gasped as Hobie stood up from the bed, his grip on your thighs tightening as he placed you down on the soft comforter, Crawling on top of you with an annoying grin.

"You're an asshole..." You pout, earning nothing but a chuckle, along with a small peck on your lips. A shaky sigh escaping you as Hobie pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, A longing moan erupting from your lips as he slowly pushes inside of you.

Your cries catching in your throat once the tip of his cock hits directly onto your sweet spot, your legs wrapping around his waist once he bottomed himself inside of you.

His palms gripping onto your hips, whispering how tight you were around him. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of him in you before begging him to move.

Pleasure rushed though the both of you, the room being filled with heavy panting and moans, Hobie's eyes not leaving your figure as he fucks you into oblivion. Taking your breasts into his hands and pinching your nipples between his cold fingers.

You were a moaning mess under him, Your pussy clenching every thrust he gave, Your legs being hosted over his shoulders as he breeds you, voice cracking as he'd found a way to go even deeper.

Your mouth agape as he rubs your clit with his thumb, Feeling your orgasm rising once more as he overstimulates you.

"Hobie! I can't- I can't!" He didn't want you to hold your orgasm, his movements focusing on finding your sweet spot just for you. You whined, Tears swelling in your eyes as all movement came to a halt.

The inside of your pussy being coated with his cum as he continues to abuse your clit. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as Hobie assaulted your sweet spot repeatedly, your vision becoming blurry until all you could see was pure white.

It took some time before Hobie had pulled out of you, Still out of breath, Undoing the restraints on your arms before going limp beside you. Hobie cuddling you in his arms as he pulls you in for kisses. Your head resting on his chest as you both slowly drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

"Tell me nex' time, yeah luv?" You only nodded, sleep taking over your body as your eyes had gotten heavy.

Making corrections. If u see sum change no you didn't-

[rhey-007]

Velvet Bond

Mafia boss!Pierre Gasly x mafia!reader || 18+

Summary: Being the only child of one of France's most dangerous mafia bosses you were expected to take over the throne your whole life. But your father had other plans, arranging your marriage with a handsome but annoying Pierre Gasly.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT, 18+, female reader, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, bratty reader, dominant/powerful/possessive Pierre, violence, slurs, cliff hanger cause I hate y'all >:( (just joking hi hi 🤭 love you! 💞)

A/N: I'VE MADE IT!!! I finally finished it. Was hoping to post it just after the Vegas GP but haven't managed to finish it until now but it's better than nothing. What to say more... It's long. Just so y'know. Enjoy! 💞

Wordcount: 7201

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Arriving to your father's office early in the morning, because he wanted to talk with you about something really important, you've expected everything but not that.

Entering the office, there was a huge smile plastered on your face, a grey bag of fresh cinnamon rolls – your father's favourite – in your right hand and two cups of coffee in the left one – a sugar bomb of a cappuccino containing more milk than coffee for yourself and a  simple black one with just a little spoon of sugar for your father.

You greeted the older man happily, coming around his desk and placing a good morning  kiss to his cheek before settling the food down carefully on the wooden surface and taking a place in front of him. He thanked you for the goods, immediately taking a sip of the coffee, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.  

„So what did you want to talk about with me” 

You asked while nibbling on one of the buns. Observing your father, you noticed his presence change from a dominant and prideful father to a scared little girl. That's when a deep frown appeared on your face.  

„First of all, please stay calm. Bursting out in rage won't help” 

He warned and you already knew the talk wasn’t going to be pleasant. You nodded your head but knowing your temper the atmosphere in the office would be on fire the moment he finished talking.  

„You know well that I'm not young anymore and my end can come everyday-„ 

„Don't say that. We both know it won't. Unless there's something you haven’t told me... „ 

You cut him off. It was rude and you were taught otherwise but in that situation you just couldn’t keep quiet, not when he said shit like that. Your father was a really healthy man, he wasn’t young anymore that's a fact, but neither was he old.

With that said, the only way he could die was a murder which meant he was in danger. But why wouldn’t he tell you? You were his 2nd right hand, helping taking care of the mafia and it's business. You two never had secrets between yourself unless it was about your private life – that is you not telling him you've slept around with one of his men one time, or him not telling you about his new partner for a long time because he thought you wouldn’t accept her, but he was wrong, you were more than happy to meet the 3rd woman that made him happy. 

„You know I tell you everything honey” 

„I hope so... „ 

„Continuing. I need to be sure that after my death someone would take a good care of our empire. That is why I found you a husband „ 

You felt your heart drop down to your stomach. Hearing those words slip out of your father’s mouth so easily made you want to vomit.

How could he? How could he arrange your marriage when he always told you that you could marry whoever you wanted? He himself believed in real love and now  said something like this?

And it wasn’t even the worst. He wanted some STRANGE man to take over what's supposed to be YOURS?! You worked your ass off for the mafia, you were trained to become the boss since you were 5! And he wanted to give it away just like that?

Because what? Because you were a WOMAN? Because he thought you were too weak? Not smart enough? Blood boiled in your vains, hands curled in tight fists and face going red.

A faint sigh left your father’s lips knowing what's to come next. You shot up, full of rage and started to shout your lungs out, everyone in the mansion hearing you even though the room was soundproof.  

„WHAT?! You gotta be kidding me! That’s a fucking joke. How could you! I was supposed to be the next boss not some random dude you want to give me away to! Do you even know him or do you owe him something huh? IF YOU GOT IN TROUBLE WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? „ 

„You promised me you will be calm... „ 

„AND YOU PROMISED ME I CAN MARRY WHOEVER I WANT! „ 

A single tear fell down your cheek. You usually kept your emotions, other than rage, at bay but this time you couldn’t help it. You felt betrayed, betrayed by your own creator, your only parent.

If only your mother was still alive, she woouldn’t even let him think of something like this. The man got up with a grunt, his arms slumped down in defeat, sad expression on his face.  

„I know sweetheart, I know... But I can’t risk getting you hurt, or worse - loosing you. You know information spreads like crazy in our world and the moment someone finds out you'll be the one in charge after I leave they might want to hurt you... I know you're a strong and independent woman and I really would love to give it to you, because you're the only one I fully trust but I really can't. For your own good. You need to understand... And Pierre. He’s... He's a really nice guy. His late father was my best friend, he was the one who met me with your mother, and watching Pierre take great care of the business I knew he was the most suitable one for you. And he's handsome, has great genes. He’s just perfect for my little princess” 

The man walked around from behind his desk and wanted to touch your cheek but you moved away.  

„Don't touch me” 

You hissed and was just about to start shouting again, when the man in question appeared. Your father was right, he was handsome, but not handsome enough to make you change your mind. No matter who it would be, the ugliest guy alive or a literal god you would never change your mind.

His green eyes shined in golden chandelier’s light, the dark blue suit he wore perfectly matched them and the aura surrounding him was quite intimidating. Standing in the door he looked between your disheveled and shaking self and your defeated father.  

„Excuse me. I was told I may come in. I'll come back later” 

He said in a gentleman manner but you shook your head in protest.  

„You can come, I was leaving anyway” 

Giving the two of them a death glare you gathered your things and left in a rush, bumping Pierre's shoulder on your way.  

„I see your daughter didn’t take the news well „ 

„Of course she didn’t... „ 

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You stormed out of the building and straight to the garages where you found your deathly black Impala 1967 and hopped inside. After turning on the engine you left the garage and drove to the town to meet with your best friends – Aisha and Chloe.

The girls lived together so you didn’t have to pick either of them up on your way to the other's apartment. You parked your vehicle in front of the building and quickly walked inside. After a calming elevator drive you stormed inside the apartment without even knocking as you usually would.  

„Someone’s maaad” 

Aisha chirped from the kitchen while Chloe run into the living room hearing your displeased groan and couch creeking as you literally threw yourself on top of it. You told them everything while they jumped around you trying to make you as comfortable as they could, eventually landing you in bed of their quest room, wrapped in a cozy blanket with a huge bowl of ice cream in your hands.

You stayed there the whole day and by the time evening came the girls have managed to persuade you to go out partying. The three of you spent the next couple of days on shopping in the day and partying at night.

Until one day you went to a club you've never ever been to before. It was really fancy, great music, handsome men. You even managed to pull one of them.

The two of you were making out in the quiet corridor leading to the bathrooms. You started to unbuntton his shirt while he hiked your dress up when someone yanked him away, throwing him to the ground. You looked up at the man, it was no one else than Pierre.  

„Fuck off” 

He growled at the guy and motioned to his men to get him out of the club. He grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you towards his office.  

„What the fuck?! Who do you think you are?! „ 

You hissed, pushing away after you entered the room. Looking him up and down you noticed the vains about to pop on his forehead and neck, the way his teeth was clenched in anger, and the suit he was wearing... It suited him a little too well.  

„I'm your fucking fiance! „ 

„Kiss my ass! „ 

You turned around on your heel and reached for the door but Pierre pulled you back, tugging you harshly towards himself and forcing an engagement ring onto your finger.

You tried to pull it off after he let you go but not only did it got stuck but also something painfully stuck into your skin with each attempt. You looked confused between the ring and the man who had a wicked grin on his face.  

„You'll never take it off unless I do it. You're mine and only mine... So stop acting like a whore. Now... I need to punish you... „ 

He unbuckled his belt and was just about to take it off when you flipped his wooden desk over. Years of going to the gym have finally paid off. It landed on him with a loud thump, making him fall down and groan in pain.

You took the opportunity and quickly run away, pulling your friends after yourself and out of the club. The three of you quickly got into Chloe’s limousine and drove away.

The girls gasped seeing your ring. It was beautiful, two golden bands connected to each other, one had a rich, red ruby in a shape of a tear attached to it and the other just as beautiful tear shaped emerald, and last but not least little golden thorns.

At least now you knew why it hurt to take it off. You liked to think that the ring symbolized the pain connected with your marriage, as well as ties and loyalty to both mafias.  

„So he's your fiance! No way! „ 

„Way! „ 

You grumbled unsatisfied and slumped into the car's couch. Both Aisha and Chloe knew who Pierre was, both of them having a big crush on him, as well as any other women that knew him.

They also knew he owned the club they just left but had no idea that he might be your soon to be husband. They explained it to you and apologised the whole night, even though it wasn’t their fault and you weren’t mad at them at all.

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On the next day you couldn’t stop thinking about that situation. Who did he thought he was? Just because your father gave your hand to him didn’t mean he could hurt you, unless he wanted to have his way with you that's why he took off the belt, but you prefered to think the 1st option was true.

Your father texted you as you layed on the couch in your apartment, watching some stupid reality TV shows just to kill time.  

„Pierre is organizing your engagement party. It will happen this Saturday at 5:30 pm. You can take your girlfriends if you'd like. Please don't be late and appear in something suitable. I love you with with my whole heart and I'm really sorry ❤” 

Tossing your phone to the other end of the furniture with a deep sigh, you started to ponder on what to wear. You weren’t going to listen to your pop's instead opting for something more revealing and bold that would piss both men.

Nor were you going to spare yourself alcohol, planning on getting drunk and ridicule them, maybe then the french man would give up and call off the engagement. You told your best friends about your mysterious plan and ordered them to dress like sluts too.  

When the day came you arrived late, on purpose just to make a huge entrance. Dressed in skimpy mini dresses you stumbled into the restaurant, giggles  and chuckles filled the room  as you took your places, Aisha almost tripping over her own legs. It could be seen you were a little tipsy already but you couldn't care less.  

„Sorry. We're late” 

You whispered to your father with a wide smile before sitting down next to your fiance. You could see he was pissed. His palm landed on your bare thigh, gripping the flesh and bone painfully hard that you were sure he’d leave an unwanted mark.

He got up and made a quick toast to both of you, finally letting the gathered there people eat then grabbed your hand and excused yourselves. After you’ve found a quiet place Pierre threw you to the wall and gripped your neck tightly.  

“I told you to stop acting like a slut, yet you not only arrive here late but also break my order putting on the shortest dress you own” 

His other hand slapped your ass harshly. 

“At least you wore panties... Can’t believe I’m going to marry you-” 

“You’re not so saint yourself” 

You spit straight onto his face hoping he would let you go, but he only tightened the hold on your neck. 

“You better behave or I won’t be so delicate tonight mon cheri. Now get your shit together and come back” (my dear) 

Soon Gasly let go of you and left you alone. Trying to even out your breath you started to fear of what he meant. Did he want you to stay with him for the night to pre-consume the marriage? If that was the case – he could only wish.

Throughout the whole dinner you kept shamelessly flirting with Pierre’s best friend Charles, seated just next to him. The monasque reciprocated your behaviour but more in a soft and playful manner out of respect to Pierre and not to angry you.

He heard a bout you before. A beautiful killer apple of the eye of one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in France, ready to gut out whoever tries to harm their business herself. Leclerc knew better than to angry you, especially since you weren't fully sober anymore.

Aside that the dinner went rather smoothly, much to your dissatisfaction, although you overheard a few of Gasly’s relatives and friends say that he should be ashamed of not having any control over you and letting you come drunk to the event.

Just as you expected you were suddenly left alone with Pierre, your best friends escorted out of the restaurant by your father’s men leaving with him.

You sat at the end of the long table, slowly sipping on your champagne and watching the staff start to clean everything up, when an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you up and throwing over a shoulder.

You yelped and squirmed in Gasly’s touch, the glass you earlier held falling to the ground and shattering to many pieces.  

“Put me down!” 

You ordered sternly as he carried you upstairs to a room, heels kicking his chest and fists banging on his back, both of which didn’t seem to affect him.  

“If you thought...” 

A groan escaped his lips as he threw you onto the bed then locked the door. He looked down at you in a predatory manner, eyes dark, filled with both rage and lust. He towered over you as you sat up and pushed away just to the very end of the bed. 

“You’ll get away with flirting with my best friend AND making an irresponsible person out of me... You were wrong...” 

The man continued with a hiss and reached for your ankles, pulling you back towards himself. In meanwhile,  you’ve managed to straighten your leg and soon your heel dug into his croch.

He released you with a loud grumble letting you quickly got up from the bed and run to the door. Just as you heard the lock click, the man’s rough hand found your neck drawing your back to his chest. You could feel his heart beat like crazy and his errection poking your bottom. He must have enjoyed it... 

“Listen mon amour... “ (my love) 

Pierre’s sharp teeth grazed your earlobe, hot breath fanning your skin. 

“You either behave and be a good girl or I won’t hesitate killing your father... Your brattines won’t lead you anywhere, everything is already written down and signed so we don’t need him anymore...” 

His threat made a knot form in your throat. People like him – like you – were never joking about death so you knew he would be capable of doing that. But you couldn’t let your father die so early so you nodded your head huffing angrily.  

“Bonne fille~” (good girl) 

Finally letting go of your neck, the man slowly hiked your dress up, his lips leaving soft kisses on your skin. 

“ Now... What should I do with you... Such an inobedient slut...”  

“Please...” 

You let out a quiet whimper, eyes shut awaiting the man’s next move. 

“Please what?” 

Pierre’s hand trailed down your hip, stopping at the hem of your underwear and starting to toy with it. 

“J-Just let me go...” 

A loud chuckle rumbled out of his chest. 

“And where’s the fun in that?” 

The man bit the shell of your ear gently while his hand traveled inside your panties, stopping at your wet folds.  

„If you want me to let you go... Then why is your body screaming for my touch? „ 

There was something intoxicating in Pierre, you couldn’t quite say what it was but it was there... And you didn’t like it.

One part of you  prayed for a release and quick escape but the other... Oh the other... The other one wanted Pierre to ravish you. You knew well, by just one look, what kind of guy in bed Pierre was. Rough. Ruthless. Passionate.

All things you haven’t received from any man in a long time and the second part of you longed for. Unintentionally bucking your hips to his front, feeling his erection even more prominent against your butt you let out a whimper that only signalled Pierre to continue.

One of his fingers dipped inside of you and started to curl devilish slow while his thumb started to rub soft circles on your clit. The man enjoyed teasing you, you could practically feel his wicked smile on your skin as he stopped leaving dark marks down your neck for a moment.

The French man loved how your walls clenched around his only finger wanting... No... Needing, more.  

„And you said you didn’t want it~” 

Pierre smirked picking you up and throwing onto the bed one again. You watched as he quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants along with boxers down revealing his member.

You felt your mouth water at the only sight before the man flipped you over and put on all fours. Running his girth along your wet folds he groaned in satisfaction then pushed inside with ease.  

„Fuck... You feel so good... At least you’ll make a good wife in bed... I’ll fuck that bratty attitude out of you” 

You couldn’t help a moan as Pierre started to thrust into you in an agonizing pace, not letting you adjust to himself. The man gripped your hips so tight you were sure he'd leave marks.

Moans, grunts and pants filled the room, as you indulged in the pleasure and pain. Wet sounds of skin slapping skin were like honey to Gasly's ear,s he couldn’t help but to spank you a few times.  

„You enjoy it don't you? You dirty little slut...” 

The constant reminder that he considered you a woman of easy virtue drew you crazy. You enjoyed nightly escapeds with strangers but it didn’t mean you did it everyday.

Blood started to boil in your veins when you finally looked up, seeing Pierre take you from behind as if he was a filthy animal, in the floor length mirror of the wardrobe.

You looked like a mess, even worse than before, disheveled hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, skin was painted with hickeys, your dress barely hanging on your body while your boobs have spilled out of it a long time ago.

Pierre smiled at you as if you were just a mere thing to him, his own possession.  

„Your pussy is so tight for such a whore you are-„ 

In that moment you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Kicking him away you turned over and threw him down then straddled his lap.  

„You call me a whore once again... And I won't hesitate killing you” 

You growled before quickly lowering yourself onto him and starting to fuck him, rough and fast, just as you liked. You couldn’t care less that your legs burned like crazy, you had to show him who was the boss there. 

„Nu-uh” 

 When the man tried to grip your ass  and move you the way he wanted, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.  

„If I can be a good girl...You can be a good boy... "

You hissed and pressed your chest to his face, muffling his sounds of dissatisfaction. Pierre captured one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and biting it giving you even more pleasure.  

„Mmm... I'm close... „ 

The man warned with a tug of your nippple making you yank away and grip his neck tightly.  

„You're not gonna cum until I let you... „ 

A wide grin appeared on his face, he was enjoying it... He was even more sick than you thought. You wanted to vomit at the only though of letting him fuck you, yet there you were, right on top of him, riding as if there was no tomorrow.

You chased your release like crazy, not caring about the man at all until it hit you... It hit both of you. Warm liquid spilling inside of you as Pierre couldn’t hold it in anymore. After regaining your senses you planted a juicy slap to the man’s cheek. 

“Ouch... What was that for?” 

“I didn’t let you cum” 

Growling out, another slap landed on his cheek before you spat on his face and got up. The man watched you dress with a content smile painted on his face.  

“You’re hot when you’re angry” 

“Shut up” 

You sushed him before leaving the room.

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Throughout next few days you tried to ignore the french man as best as you could and focus on the wedding preparations. Pierre was so gracious he let you organise everything however you wanted but your father wasn’t happy with that information.

One day he threatened that if you didn’t include your fiancé in at least half of the preparations he wouldn’t pay for your dress. As much as you were displeased with it, you decided to listen to him at least once in your life.

You’ve tried to call Pierre for the past two hours but the man didn’t pick up. You didn’t care at all that he might have been busy. When you’ve finally reached his secretary and argued with her for 15 minutes she connected you with Pierre’s office. 

“Mr Gasly... Your fiance is on the line... S-She insisted I-I'm sorry...” 

The poor girl announced before letting you speak. 

“Listen here you little shit. Your priorities are obviously fucked up, because if you like it or not, I WILL be your wife and I should always be the most important thing for you. UNDERSTOOD? I’ve been trying to reach you for the past TWO HOURS and I don’t care what the hell are you doing YOU HAVE TO ANSWER. NOW!” 

Pierre pinched the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed. He was in the middle of an interrogation while you called... Of course you had to call in such a moment. He quickly dismissed his men and the prey before picking up. 

“What” 

The man gritted out, his hand gripping the phone so tight he could break it any minute.  

“Dad said I have to include you in the wedding activities. I’ve e-mailed you the schedule already. Today we have a cake testing at 4, don’t be late or I’ll chop your balls off... Tomorrow we’re going to pick out the dercorations at 12” 

After rambling about the plans for another half an hour Pierre has finally stopped you. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll check the schedule and won’t be late I promise just... Next time please be patient... I can’t constantly be available, I have work to do” 

“What is more important than your future wife, huh?” 

“Everything...” 

You’ve ended the call angrily not letting him finish, but the man was very relieved when you hung up.  

A few months passed since you got engaged. You already got used to the painful ring sitting on your finger and accepted your fate, although deep inside your heart burned every time you though about it.

You've spent the last weekend at your father's, discussing some wedding plans and just enjoying each other's company. One morning he called you for an important conversation.  

„Pierre wasn’t really happy with it, but we eventually came to an agreement” 

The older man started just a second after you made it to the dining room.  

„Which is?” 

You quietly took a place beside him and started to eat your breakfast. You stuffed your mouth with a pancake awaiting his response.  

„After your marriage the two gangs will morph into a big one. He will be the boss but you'll be his right hand and have a say in all the matters that once were of our gang’s. As well as all our people will have to come to you for consent if Pierre orders them something” 

“And you?” 

“I’ll stick around and help if any of you would need me. Pierre also would have to consult bigger matters with me until I’m gone” 

Your father explained. It wasn’t really what you wanted but was even more than you expected the french man to agree to. You knew better than to argue with both of them and accepted it reluctantly, which didn’t mean you wouldn’t fight for what's yours later into your marriage.

A smile appeared on your father’s face before he stood up and pulled you into a tight hug. You reciprocated, burrying your face in the crook of his neck.

Soon a door bell interrupted your little moment of affection.  

„Oh! He’s here! „ 

A groan escaped your lips as you threw your head back seeing Pierre walk in. You were hoping you won't see him until the wedding but there you were, pushed out of the manor by your father to talk with Gasly.  

“I think the preparations are going great... Aside the fact that you were late for all the appointments...” 

 

The fresh spring air hit your faces as you headed to your mother’s gardens. Even though you were a few months into your engagement, nothing changed in neither’s behaviour. You still were a bratty bitch while Pierre kept being a despotic dick.

The only times you two tried to cooperate were when you worked or were in company of your father. The older man had to know that his little girl was and will be well treated by his best friend’s son as well as you won’t bite off Pierre’s head the moment he leaves you alone for 5 minutes.

Gracing the fingers along blossoming and still closed flowers, you stopped and picked one up. Turning around to face Gasly you noticed his expression was different than always, soft and admiring, before it quickly changed to his usual cold one when you looked up at him and placed the picked up flower in his chest pocket.

The small gesture almost melted his heart before he regained his senses.

The man noticed he started to behave weird in your company but he tried not to show it. His heart skip a beat every time you touched him out of your own will, which wasn’t often, leaving him starved for your touch. He couldn’t fuck a chick without thinking of that night he spent with you. He had no idea what you did with him but your only glance, especially the mad or angry ones, made his heart – and pants - tight.  

“It’s gonna go great. You worry too much” 

He admitted as you kept walking further into the garden. 

“Well... One of us has to worry while the other constantly parties, taking different strange woman back home everynight” 

“Are you jelous?” 

You stopped in your tracks at the question, head snaping in the man’s direction with deep frown. Were you jelous he slept with other women? No. Were you jelous he was so laid back and couldn’t care less about the preparations, dumping them all on you? Yes. You didn’t have to say a word, your expression literally shouting your naswer at  him. 

“I’m not sleeping with the first woman that comes along. I own the club so I have to go there from time to time and check if everything’s alright” 

Pierre explained with a huff and an annoyed roll of his eyes.  

“Anyway... Here” 

The man took out one of his many credit cards and handed it to you. 

“Treat yourself to something nice. And you can keep it. Consider it aaa... Wedding gift” 

“Let me guess...” 

You took the card and started to examine it. 

“There’s only 100€ so I wouldn’t get spoiled?” 

The genuine smile you gave him along your answer made a shiver run down his spine. You chuckled along before Gasly responded with that huge and beautiful smile of his. 

“No, No... There’s not enough to buy crown jewels but should be equal to the cheapest ferrari. But don’t buy it. We don’t need another car” 

“Right! I just remembered! You promised to show me our car collection” 

Soon your conversation trailed away from the wedding, instead focusing on cars and racing. The man found out you loved to race and promised to take you to an f1 race one day to watch Charles.

Pierre admired your fascination with vehicles and loved that you’ve finally found a mutual topic. He also found out you always wanted to own a pistachio coloured ford thunderbird but was never able to find it. At least now he knew what to buy you for a wedding gift and appease you a little into the marriage.

He admired the passion in your voice when you described your favorite vehicles, aside the thunderbird mentioning impalas, mystery Machine, miatas and more. Pierre noticed your different tastes, he prefered fast sporty cars while you opted for the beautiful classics... And Miatas.  

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Standing in front of a mirror, looking at yourself in your wedding gown, tears started to fill your eyes. You really didn’t want this and it could be seen. Your friends tried their best to lighten up your mood at least a little bit but it was hard considering that every, even the smallest, part of their bodies shared your pain.  

„You look so beautiful... Just like your mom... „ 

A male voice sounded in the room making the three of you turn around and face your father. He motioned for Aisha and Chloe to leave and take their places at the altar. The man walked up to you and brushed away a tear falling down your cheek.  

„Don’t cry princess... It's gonna be alright... „ 

He brought you to a tight hug and whispered to your ear.  

„Now, go get him tiger and kick his ass. He starts to get on my nerves too... „ 

You chuckled amused then pushed away with a smile. The ceremony went by surprisingly smoothly. Even both you and Pierre shed a tear. Yours was of sadness, of course, while his of pure happiness. You looked so beautiful he couldn’t help it nor could he believe he was about to marry such a god like creature. He just had to work on your behavior and you were going to be the best ever wife he could wish for.

You had a really great time at the reception, dancing with your father, friends, Pierre and his friends, eating the delicious food and deserts and playing stupid games.  

„I've gotta admit you're a great dancer... Not as good as Charles but still” 

Pierre chuckled as he spoon you around on the empty dance floor. Everyone has already left, leaving the two of you finally alone, able to indulge in each other's company. You'd rather sit at the table and eat another sweet while talking with the man but he insisted on one last, slow dance.  

„You took a good care of the preparations... I'm sorry I wasn’t there most of the time... „ 

Pierre sighed, head dropping down. You frowned a little. Sure you were mad he dumped all of that on you but you couldn’t blame him. He was a busy mafia boss so you understood it. Brushing your thumb along his jaw you made him look at you.  

„It's okay don't worry. Let bygones be bygones...” 

You softly pressed you lips against his cheek then let a quiet yawn escape them.  

„I think it's time to go to bed” 

Pierre chuckled picking you up. He carried you to your room and gently dropped down onto the bed. You let him take off your sneakers and kiss your ankles. The man pulled you back up then you untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. After taking it off he ordered for you to spin around, to soon unzip your dress and slid it down your body.  

„No bra? „ 

He chuckled kissing your neck then down your back. You stepped out from the dress and put it on a chair nearby before helping Pierre get rid of his pants, his eyes not leaving your breasts. When you reached for the waistband of his boxers, the man gripped your wrists and looked deep into your eyes.  

„We don’t have to do this... „ 

He whispered, bringing your hands up to his face and planting soft kisses.  

„What if I want to?... „ 

Pierre stopped his ministrations on your palms, eyes snapping to yours.  

„Are you sure? If we start there’s no going back... And I'm not gonna go easy on you...” 

He growled yanking you closer.  

„I don’t want you to... „ 

Teasing with a flirtatious smirk, you didn’t have to wait long for the french man to smash his lips against yours and throw you to the bed.  

„I'm on top first” 

You've managed to breath out between kisses, earning a displeased groan.  

„But then you can do whatever you want with me... „ 

You continued soon after and felt Pierre grip your hips tightly signaling his approval of the idea. The man shimmied out of his underwear then teared your off and flipped you over, huge palms kneeding your ass cheeks. You grinded on the man, sliding your walls against his length. 

“Didn’t thought the day you’ll fuck me out of your own will would come so quickly. Yet there you are... Ma princesse so needy for me-”  

“Can you for once shut up...” 

You whined starting to get annoyed and stopped your movement. 

“How can I shut up when I’ve just married such a goddess?...” 

“What a medieval lover you are...” 

You sighed with a roll of your eyes and continued your ministrations, trying to ignore every compliment that slip from his lips. Soon your womanhood started to coat Pierre’s twitching member in your juices as your hips rocked back and forth quickly, soft moans escaping your mouth while the man just stared at you with a cheeky grin and admiration shining in eyes.

When you finally decided to slowly lower yourself into his length he let out a moan too. You chuckled a little before lifting your thighs and slamming back down right after.

Repeating the motion you found a steady pace, going faster with every sound of slapping skin, Pierre eventually helping you by thrusting deep inside. His hands gripped your butt, nails digging into the flesh while yours firlmy rested on his chest, helping you with your balance.

The frenchman sat up, bringing your body closer to his and positioning in a way his every thrust hit your G spot. Crying out in pleasure you were sure the whole hotel and staff heard you but you could not care less too occupied by the hedonism.

The man burried his face in between your chest, kissing and nibbling them, not getting enough of the taste and softenss of your skin. He held you with one hand while the other played with your sensitive bud, circling and pinching it earning more moans from you.  

“Pierre... Fuck...” 

Your hand tangled in his hair, pulling his face to meet your lips in a tender kiss while you came undone in his grasp. Heavy breaths filled the room after you pulled away, staring into each other’s souls. 

“Why do you have to be so good at this...” 

Breaking the silence, you earned a warm laugh from your fiance. You never thought you’d hear his genuine laugh. The man gently layed you down on the soft covers and after asking if you were good to continue, to which you eagerly nodded, he once again started to move inside of you, this time slow but deep.

You’ve spent the night fucking like rabbits, not having enough even when you were out of breath, eventually finishing when you almost fell asleep mid round.  

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The start of your marriage was difficult, but it wasn’t nothing you haven’t expected. Starting from jealous Pierre stalking you in Hawaii when you haven’t taken him to your honeymoon, instead taking Aisha and Chloe.

Through the man ignoring and braking the rules he established with your father. Ending at treating you like nothing more than a maid and his own possession.

But there were also nice moment like when you had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. Everytime you sneaked into his room, Pierre welcomed you in with open arms and no questions. Or when he took a whole day off for your birthday and the two of you did whatever you wanted. Or when he finally took you to the f1 race, where you had a really great time, later on partying with Charles.

Until one night when you thought it was the end.

After complaining to your father that Pierre has been pushing you away from the gang's matters and the older man almost shreading your husband into pieces, the French man has finally let you work with him. You stormed into your mansion after a successful but very risky mission, all bruised up and hurt.  

„What the fuck is wrong with you?! „ 

Gasly shouted, slamming the door after himself and quickly following your bloody footsteps all the way to the kitchen where you tried to wash the blood off your hands.  

„I had it-„ 

„You didn’t got shit! „ 

You shouted back finally opening your mouth to him after he almost killed both of you.  

„You could have gotten us fucking killed! „ 

„ME?! I wasn’t the one driving like crazy almost crashing the car in the river! „ 

You turned around and faced him, pure anger painted on your face, as well as his. It was just supposed to be a quick check out around your territory on your way to a dinner Pierre promised to take you to, when you accidentally encountered a person responsible for an unsuccessful weapons smuggling.

You wanted to kill him right there and then, but Pierre insisted on stalking him. What was just supposed to be a slow stalk turned into a chase in a matter of minutes.

Pierre was a great driver, you had to admit, but this time he didn’t make it on so many turns, leaving the car and both of you all beat up at the end of the night.

When you've managed to puncture the guy's tires with your gun and make him stop, he started to run making you do the same. It was hard to do it in your heels, Pierre eventually overtaking you even though you were the faster one.

Heels long forgotten, you chased the guys bare foot when you heard a gunshot and saw your husband's bloodied arm. Fortunately it was just a scratch. When you tried to neutralize the man, he almost shot a bullet right through your head, one of your man who has just pulled up pushing you away last minute.

In that moment Pierre felt like his heart stopped beating. He already imagined your limp body laying in his arms, those beautiful but dead blue eyes of yours staring into his soul, while yours left your body along the liters of blood.

Just then did he understood the weird feeling he has been feeling towards you for past few months was love. The man regained his senses when he heard you laugh maniacally at your prey. A smile creeping up to his face when the sound filled his ears.  

“But you were the one throwing yourself at the guy! He almost shot you in the head!” 

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a PUSSY laying on the ground with JUST A FUCKING SCRATCH I wouldn’t have to do that!” 

You shouted on top of your lungs throwing a vase at the man in rage. Pierre made a quick dodge before looking behind himself at the broken vase, which was one of the wedding gifts from Charles, your favorite actually. The man slowly turned around to face you, fury in his eyes, hands curled in tight fists. 

“What did you just call me?...” 

He asked quietly to which you responded boldly. 

“A pussy. A fucking pussy. A cunt. A motherfucker. A himbo. A-” 

The man cut you off with a harsh hit to your face. You fell to the ground with a cry and looked up at Pierre, a glimpse of fear in your eyes but the bold attitude still beamed out of you. 

“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT” 

Pierre lost control of himself, completely forgetting that you were his wife, a much more weak person, and kicked your stomach a few times before picking up and throwing across the room.

Your head hit the corner of a coffee table, body falling limb to the ground, a dark red stain forming on the light grey carpet.

The french man watched the terrifying sight in front of him, which he caused, in terror. Falling down to his knees he called for help while capturing your body in his hold, thumbs brushing your cheeks while tears fell down his. 

“Y/N...” 

[villainsimpqueen]

Echos In Paradise Lost.

Chapter 3.

(My fics are 18+.)

summary: Gold itself is inert and does not tarnish or corrode, but it can be alloyed with other metals that may affect its appearance or properties. However, the purity of gold can be compromised if it is mixed with impurities during the refining process, resulting in a lower quality or different color of gold. Additionally, gold can accumulate dirt or oils over time, which may affect their appearance but can usually be cleaned to restore their original shine.

Chapter 3.

Branches, thorns and vines slapped against your body as you ran through the forest of the Gardens. Your heart pounding in your chest as you ran searching.

You were moving too fast, you needed to slow down and so you leaned against a tree heaving allowing you burning lungs to ease from their over working.

You needed to breathe and you needed to focus, You needed to find Adam, but if you rushed you may have missed him.

He had taught you to track.

You let out a shaky breath and took in the surroundings that were barely being lit up by the moon. The messy path proved that your dear husband had come this way and you kneeled down to rub your fingers into his tracks feeling how soft the disturbed soil was, it was still fresh, meaning you couldn't be far behind him.

You steeled your breath as you pushed up, your world spinning lightly as your head throbbed causing you to hold the wound.

“Adam!” You shouted in hopes your husband was still very near to hear you, that he would come back to you, to Eve.

Only the soft sounds of chirping crickets and the occasional chirping of night birds called back to you.

You moved slowly following your frantic husband's tracks as you shouted for him, hoping, praying that he would answer.

“ADAM!” you shouted with your hands over your lips to make your voice stretch longer.

"I stand close by thee, my dearest.”

Adams voice called, causing you to turn, your eyes straining in the darkness as you searched for your husband.

"Adam, I beseech thee to return unto me, my husband, I implore.” You called back into the nightly shadows.

"Pray, come hither, my dearest, and prove thou dost not harbor disdain towards me.”

You Husband sounded frantically worried and it pulled at your heart as you neared the shadows. You just wanted to comfort your husband, You needed him well in mind so that He could help free your dearest wife from the snake's hold.

"Never could I harbor hate towards thee, thou art my most cherished husband. I do perceive thy troubled mind, yet I have pardoned thee. Pray, emerge, come unto me, Adam.” You pleaded with him, nearing the shadows you saw a glow, perhaps a flash of your husband's golden eyes, and your chest ached as you saw they moved away from you. How could he not see that you could never hate him? That you fully believed in your husband and that you knew that he was good, pure and loving. That you had not seen the out wordly source that occurred during such an argument, Your husband was not cruel.

"Hither, I beseech thee.”

Adams' voice wailed, it sounded ugly, broken and torn and it was working like a lure to lead you into the shadows, into the darkest parts of the forest. Playing against your nature to comfort your loved ones, an act that it had learned to use against you.

You went to take a step off the path you were one, almost blinded by the need to reach your husband, that you didn't focus on how his tracks did not meet the path of the voice calling out to you. Begging you to come to it, Surely he must've turned somewhere up ahead? Perhaps he heard your calls and turned back another way?

"My beloved, I implore thee.”

You nearly entered the darkness, your lips opening to call out for Adam once again, to beg for him to come near you, to take your hand.

“My Husba- '' Your voice cut off and your shriek was muffled by a large hand covering your lower jaw as your backside was pulling into warmth.

“My Echo, that is not me..” Adams' hushed and panicked voice was low and gravelly in your ear. You felt your feet being lifted from the forest floor as You felt your husbands movements through his chest, the soft snapping of twigs and vines under his feet.

"Come to me, dearest"

The voice of your not so husband called from the shadows making you move your head back against Adams chest, Seeing how his scorching eyes glared stone blades out into forests Shadows. His chest rose and fell against your back quickly, a look of torment in your husband's eyes.

What was he hearing?

What were the snakes tormenting your husband with?

And for the first time, you prayed, You prayed to the heavens to the Angels above for you to understand what the snakes were doing to your husband.

And your prayers had been answered.

You heard screams of agony that came from.the voices of your beloved wife, screams from your own voice that was not in fact your own.

"Thou art naught, a mere vessel of ineptitude.”

such cruel words aimed towards your Husband, as the screams pierced through.

Taunting him and jabbing at your Husband, things you had not known that would cause him such pain. Adam had always seemed so confident, was your husband suffering in silence?

"Thou couldst not even retain thy first consort, wherefore should I deign to cast mine eyes upon thee?” Not Your dearest Wife speaks harshly to him, her words cold and sharp like striking him with a spear.

"The celestial beings should never have birthed thee. Thou art naught but an erratum of existence.” Your not voice cut into your husband deeply.

You felt how his breathing quickened against your back, how his arms trembled around you. His ragged breath quickening against your ear as his eyes stared into the shadows making you look back seeing a set of golden eyes scorn back at you both.

"Thou shalt ne'er be a good husband, doomed to solitude for eternity.” A voice speaks one you have heard failing to be of morning doves when it was singing birds.

You felt how Adam flinched and you looked back at him, feeling him shake around you as he held you. You could still hear a voice trying to lure you away from your husband, coaxing you to leave him, to join them in the shadows.

"Doth thou not crave the taste of being a virtuous husband?”

You jolted from the voice as it did not sound far away from you like before, you felt a shiver run up and down your spine as your skin blossomed with bumps and your hair rose as the voice whispered into your other ear that was away from Adam's hyperventilating lips.

"Doth thou seeketh a partner who would ne'er seek to wield dominion over thee?”

You felt a sick feeling overtake your chest as you could hear the whisper in your other ear, felt the faint lips that ushered them against your lower lobe.

“ To conceal no secrets? Dost thou ponder upon the veracity of Adam's words to thee and Eve?”

You felt as if something was wrapping around you in a tightening grasp, more so tightly than your husband's shaking arms. The feeling of leaving an unbelievable cold chill even with your husband's warm and burning chest against your back, and the fur cloak that kept you hidden did not shield you from this creeping chill.

“Why was Eve fashioned? And why were thou?”

You shook your head away trying to get the feeling of the lips away from your ear with a small cry.

"Thou art a pitiful creature, consumed by the lust for dominion over thy wife, so fervent that thou hast smote thy hapless spouse.” the feminine voice spoke hauntingly.

"Nay, nay, I ne'er wished for it... I did never yearn to cause them harm... I have learned... I am altering my ways…” Your Husband voice shook as he sputtered. His grasp on you weakened and you clawed at his trembling arms.

"I could reveal unto thee the essence of a noble husband. I shalt ne'er dictate unto thee as Adam doth, but rather set thee free unto realms yet unexplored.”

You yelped again squirming in Adams' hold trying so desperately to get whatever was whispering in your ear away from you, the feeling of something slithering around you and squeezing you only grew more causing you to cry out in distress.

"Hast thou indeed? Behold thee now, holding thy spouse captive against their volition. They yearneth naught for thee, for thou art but naught!”

You heard your husband let out a breath and it rasped away from his lips and a low weeping whimper left him. His arms started to unwrap from you, causing your feet to fall to the forest. You felt so utterly sick, as if you were being torn apart from your skin and flesh. This was pure Agony, this was..Was something you had not learned such words to describe but you felt your Wife and Husbands losing themselves, Losing faith.

These ugly creatures preying on them, preying on you, you did not understand why.

Why were such creatures ever in these gardens, in your home?

Why did they get to torment your loved ones and you so?

What right did they have?

To surround you and your husband with tormenting words, all around with screams and sounds that brought inducement to one soul.

What were their goals? Their ambition to cause so much distress?

Your love for each other was true, their love for you was true.

Pure.

YOU believed it with every single speck of dust and flesh of your being.

As you were sculpted and stitched together to be so for them.

Without their love, you surely could not exist in such a world.

How could these Snakes speak of such things?

“LAIRS!” You screamed and it was piercing, causing silence to overcome the forest, aside from your husband's ragged breathing.

"Liars hath no voice in this realm!" Your voice seemed almost booming, as it echoed through the shadows of the trees and it was

if on your command the heavens moonlight shone down brightly illuminating against the trees and brush, drowing away the shadows with its gentle relieving light.

You and Adam stood basked in the soft gentle light both breathing harshly, you turned to look at your panting husband watching how his eyes did not leave where the other scornful golden eyes had stood, now vanished away by the heavens light.

The feeling of whatever foul trick the snakes played to enrapt your body had left you, once again freeing yourself to move and breathe.

You hadn't even hesitated, moving towards your Husband hiding your face into his chest, your arms wrapping around him as much as you could clinging to him as tears stung your eyes.

“No….Y/n…I…I shall only bestow upon thee anguish.” Your husband's voice sounded broken as it trembled as much as his own body did within your grasp, and it itself had brought you more pain than the throbbing wound on your head.

"My husband, my dearest, my Adam, Thy heart harbors no malice, I perceive and trust that thy deeds were not wholly thy own, just as Eve's are not solely hers. We are beset by adversaries, endeavoring to erode our trust in each other and our love.” You spoke wholeheartedly believing your words were true as you squeezed your arms even tighter around your husband looking up at him with love and empathy understanding in your own eyes looking into his fear filled golden ones.

"They have ensnared our wife, weaving deceitful words around her, I implore thee, my husband, expel them from her midst, Shield her from their influence as thou hast shielded me." You pleaded with him, begged your husband.

"That serpent...Lucifer, he is much grander than I... y/n I am but a mere man... in comparison to him, I am naught…” Your husband so dejectedly murmured, You could only stare up at him in disbelief.

Your husband was nothing?

The husband you had taught you how to hunt? Your husband that had provided you and Eve such splendid meals each night after spending hours hunting? Your husband who had fought a large snarling beast that towered even above him? A Bear that was somehow bigger than your husband, as big and tall Adam was? Your husband who had turned that bear into the softest of beds for your wife and you to lay on next to him?

Your husband who had held you so tightly and safe in his arms as you cried into your wife's chest that dreadful night? Your husband who had left spear in hand so confident and determined to keep you and your wife safe when they had preyed upon you?

Adam, Your Adam was nothing?

Blasphemy. Lies.

You moved cupping your husbands cheek making those normally intense scorching eyes which now looked so dull as if those snakes words had sullied their shine.

But gold can not tarnish. Gold was pure, just like his soul.

Nay, my love, thou art far greater than thou dost perceive. Thou art more than a mere man in my eyes. Thy worth surpasses his, for thou art my husband, my protector, and my beloved.” You spoke so softly, so lovingly to your husband, showing your affections and devotion to your husband, listening to how his breath hitched as he listened to your words.

"Thou art stronger than aught I e'er did know, swifter than aught mine eyes e'er beheld, and brighter than the sun at its highest peak. And I doth believe it so, for I believe in thee with all the love in my heart.” You whispered to him, only allowing him and him alone to listen to your confession, watching how those intense sourcing golden eyes sharpen with each word, arising with each one of your breaths. It was as if you were breathing the fire that forged him into the sharpest of blades, as each word you spoke was utterly the truth of your beliefs, repairing the bends and dents the snake's blows had delivered against him.

Feeling his sturdy arms wrap around you securely, protectively.

His eyes burning directly through your soul as he looked at you so intensely it would bring the bright scorching sun envy.

Then you watched how they melted, softening on you as he pulled you closer to him, bending his head down, and your eyes fluttered shut feeling your husband's lips pressed against your own for the first time.

It was short but it sent a million tingles through your spine as he pulled away, his lips placing on top of your head as he held.

His eyes stung as he held them close tightly, his inhales sharpening as he steadied himself, breathing in the sweet and yet smokiness that came from you always reminding him of the meadows Eve loved and the Fire he liked to play with.

How foolish of him to ever doubt.

He was made in the Angels perfection, He was made to protect his wife and spouse and any children he fathered.

This was his very purpose.

How could he believe the words of the banished?

The ones that had to sneak into the gardens to weakly lure his innocent wife, his one and only true bright sun.

The ones that torment his precious spouse, His paradises perfect Echo.

He was more than just a Man.

Adam was the First Man ever made.

He was made with perfection and he was never to be tarnished to flawed.

How could he ever allow some lowly cast away from heaven and heavens first failure ever sway him from his true path? Allow them to tear apart the ones he loved more than anything?

Adam could never thank the heavens Angels more for them blessing him with such a perfect spouse like you. For if it wasn't for your words of pure incorruptible truth, he would have forgotten himself by their wretched words.

"Let us hence and chase them away from our wife.” Adam spoke to you in a low voice, pulling away allowing you to see him. See his unwavering unafraid gaze as he stood up tall, taller than you have ever seen him stand before, his shoulders Broad as he moved a gentle hand to your back as to guide you back.

And you could not help the overbearing feeling of pride as you took in your husband, now ready to defend against evil attacks.

As your belief was ever true

Gold can not tarnish.

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@seriouslyaverage

@jinisblad1

@dovespancakes

chp 4

[natty-daddy]

Hey, Miss Romanoff.

Genre: Smut

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader warnings: fingering (Nat receiving) 18+ only

Natasha Romanoff was walking towards your cubicle again. As a newer shield agent, you had been briefed of both the protocols and the gossip, the latter briefing given by the other agents. It was quite unprofessional, but you ate the gossip up. Anything you could get about Natasha made you find her even more fascinating. “Hey, Miss Romanoff!” You called out as she walked past you.

Glaring slightly, she muttered, “hey y/n.” And picked up her pace, practically sprinting to the elevator.

Well, maybe she has a mission to get to, you thought.

On your lunch break, you asked your best friend, Ben, if the Avengers were busy today.

“Your girlfriend has the day off,” he deadpanned. “Girlfriend? You and that girl you fancied- Natasha? You got together?” Zoey, who you were also eating with, asked.

“Of course not.” Ben told her, “We both know that our little y/n is too shy to make a move.”

“Hey!” You screeched, “That is not true! In fact, I’ll go and ask her out right now!” Ben side-eyed you and Zoey laughed.

“I will! I’ll march up to the avengers tower and tell her how I feel.” you snapped finally. “Ookay!” Zoey said.

“You do you, girl,” Ben shrugged his shoulders, turning back to his lunch.

Squaring your shoulders and fixing your shirt a bit, you jogged to the bus stop, not stepping off of the bus until the stop right outside of the tower.

The inside of the tower was beautiful, but you could only think of Natasha as you walked up to her office on the eighth floor. knock-knock-knock-knock. You rapped your knuckles against her door.

Opening it, she flushed a bit when she saw you. You felt yourself heating up a bit too, especially when you realized that she was just wearing a robe.

“Uh- y/n, what are you doing here?” She asked, stumbling over her words.

With a rush of boldness, you felt invincible. You had that effect on her. So you ventured forward, stepping into her room, and bravely said, “I think we both know why I’m here.”

Your body begged to be touching hers. Walking over and pressing yourself against her, you pulled the sash of her robe.

Natasha’s eyes darkened with lust. Finally understanding your intentions, she locked her lips with yours. She grabbed your shirt and started tugging it off of you. Pulling her robe clean off, you were stunned when you realized that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Slowly running your hand from her tits to her hip, you gently guided her over to the bed. She was kissing you more hungrily now, her lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone and back up again. You gasped as her soft lips sucked at the base of your neck, leaving a mark in their wake. pushing her onto the bed, you looked her in the eyes.

Pushing a finger into her, you relished seeing her moan as you slowly moved it.

Adding a second finger, you asked, “is that alright darling?” She gasped as you pushed your fingers deeper. “More,” she moaned quietly.

“What’s that, darling? I’m not sure that I heard you.”

“Please,” she whimpered, “more.”

Smiling, you watched her arch her back as you added a third finger. Her moans got louder, turning into screams as you pumped your fingers in faster. With a final curl of your fingers, she let out a last loud moan as she reached her orgasm. fingering her softly to get her down from her high, you eventually pulled your fingers out alltogether, licking her juices off of them.

Leaning down to kiss her again, she stopped you with her no longer shaking hand and pushed you down into the bed.

“Oh, no.” She grinned, climbing on top of you, “now it’s my turn.”

[cafeacademia]

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you become lost while seeking help against an arranged marriage, you stumble across the Temple of The Devil in the middle of a storm. Matt agrees to help you, but help comes with a cost...

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: PWP DARK FIC NSFW 18+ ONLY, multiple orgasms, oversensitivity, kind of dubcon? But Reader is very much a consenting adult, religious setting and themes but no use of actual religion, oral fem!rec (you should not be surprised), fingering, a bit of edging implied, innocence kink (reader is innocent and a good girl thank you very much), mild corruption kink, a little bit of coercion, deal making, mentions of abusive mother and a plan for arranged marriage (but not really explored, just mentioned).

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi! This is my first released fic with dark themes. Honestly, I've been wanting to write something like this for a long time, but I just didn't have the guts to post it, so here it is, in all of it's pwp glory. Tbh, this entire fic is just Matt eating pussy and them both being addicted to it. This was requested by @mattmurdocksscars but, my lovely Amanda, if you don't like it, let me know and I'll write you something else 💕

The storm overhead had come on quickly, the rain lashed down harshly against your hood and soaked through your coat. You were soaked to the bone as you ran towards the only building around, feet splashing through puddles as thunder rolled through the clouds. The trees swayed in a chorus of rustling, the dead leaves falling, heavy with rain as you passed through the wrought iron gateway into an old churchyard.

The church itself looked gothic, but you did not stop long enough to stare up at the impressive architecture and historic carvings of gargoyles and figures that represented something more sinister than what a regular place of worship held.

You almost slipped on the steps up to the old wooden doors, but you made it and with a tug and a whimper of effort, you managed to pull the door open and hurry inside.

It was quiet indoors, save from the drumming of rain against the roof. The church was dark and was only lit with candles, wax dripping onto the stone floors and yet, it did not seem that anyone had been here in a very long time.

“Hello?” You called out timidly, hands reaching up to pull your hood back as you stood in the entryway. Your voice echoed through the rafters and you waited for a response, only there was none. Taking a few steps into the church, you began to look around, realising quickly that this was not an ordinary church. This was home to not a god, nor any typical beliefs, this was home to something that you had only heard of in tales.

The Devil, clad in red, brings justice without death. He was an angel, though morally grey and you swallowed harshly as you made your way further into the church.

“What a surprise.” A voice echoed through the room and you quickly looked around for the source of it, only to see nobody but the reflection of the flickering candles in your trail of rain water across the floor. “Who’s there?” You asked, voice nervous as you froze on the spot. “Relax, sweetheart.” His tone was smooth and soft and somehow comforting as it reverberated throughout the church. And then you saw him, emerging from seemingly nothing, from the dark at the back of the room, almost as if he had risen from mist entirely.

“Oh, hello. I- is it okay that I’m here?” You asked shyly, suddenly feeling very exposed in front of this handsome man. His smile widened and you almost felt a little bit scared of him, but he seemed to have a rather calming effect on you. “Of course, there is always a place for the lost in my church.” He nodded. “Lost? I’m not- well maybe I am a bit lost.” You admitted with a sigh, cheeks heating with embarrassment as you almost squirmed on the spot. “You can stay here for the night, little one.” The man said as he began to walk towards you. “My name is Matthew, this is my church.” “Matthew,” You paused, brows knitting together in confusion. “This is your church?” You asked rather innocently and Matt wondered what he had done to deserve such a sweet, innocent little wanderer to happen upon his church.

“You were in a moment of need, my church provided.” He explained. “When someone needs help, this church will be the one to provide my services.” Matt told you. “Tell me, little one, what do you need?” “Um,” You sniffled, feeling a cold draft waft over you and a shiver crept across your skin. “I need help to get home.” You told him. “Is that all, sweet girl?” He asked. You knew he knew why you were really here. It was not just because of the storm, nor was it because you had been well and truly lost. “I don’t know what to do anymore, she won’t stop.” You whispered. “Your mother?” How did he know? “Mmhmm.” You nodded, eyes wide and scared as you hummed in response. “I can help and give you shelter, little one, but I cannot do my work unpaid.” “How much? I have some money but not much.” You said, immediately digging about in your pockets for your wallet. “No, no, you misunderstand me, little one. It’s not money I need. It’s an offering.”

Oh. How stupid you had been. But perhaps it was the best thing you had done because you simply could not imagine anything better as his fingertips trailed across your skin. Perhaps it was foolish, allowing him payment, seeking his help, but Matthew, The Devil, he was alluring in all of the right ways and you could not resist.

“Take off your wet clothes, sweet girl.” He told you. “But,” You protested, all of your clothes were wet. “I cannot help if you don’t do as I ask.” He was right. You shed your soaked coat, the jumper and shirt beneath. You stepped out of your shoes and pulled off your jeans until you were in nothing but your underwear. “What an offering.” He smiled, devilish, but somehow kind and you could not shake the hazy feeling that overcame you as he passed his thumb over your pebbled nipple, hardening with the cold chill that breezed through the church and you gasped in a soft breath.

“Is this what you want, little one? If it is not, you have free will to dress and leave my church.” Matt told you. “Once I begin, I cannot stop.” He warned. You thought about it for a moment. Would you be a fool for staying? For seeking his help? Or simply a lost girl in need of help. Or perhaps this was something more to you, because desire and a tingling you had never felt before tickled between your legs and you almost whined at the new feeling. “What do you mean, you won’t be able to stop?” You asked. “What I require, little one, is your pleasure.” His words made you feel shaky and warm and you nodded softly. “I want this, please Matthew.” The words left your lips and Matt smiled. “Good choice, sweet girl.”

His fingers were rough against your sensitive skin when he pulled your bra away from your skin and rolled your nipple between his thumb and finger. You had never done this with anyone before. You had always been such a good girl and always waited like your mother had told you to. But now she was out of control and she was forcing something you didn’t want. An arranged marriage to a crime lord and you were not meant for this, you were sure.

Good girls deserved better. Good girls deserved much more than that.

“Come to my altar.” And with his words you were led to the table, where he laid you upon a bed of hard stone, dressed in red silk sheets. “Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” He instructed, and you rather timidly did as you were told. You were so shy under his gaze, but there was something about him that made you feel at ease. “No one has ever pleasured you before, have they?” Matt asked softly.” “No, Matthew.” You shook your head. “Mm, this is my best offering yet.” He grinned, leaning down and you squeaked out at the sensation that overtook your entire body. His tongue was long, almost snake-like as it glided over your most sensitive area, curling around your pretty little clit and lapping waves of desire over the sensitive bud.

“Oh god,” You whispered. “Use only my name in my temple, little one.” His words were soft but were spoken with a bite and you flinched when you felt his hot breath on you, trapping your little clit between his teeth and licking at your core. The whine you let out filled the temple and raised the intensity of the candles, they roared with flame as you were filled with pleasure mixed with soft pain. Matt parted your lips with his thumbs, exposing your bud to him fully and he captured it between his lips. “Matthew, oh goodness.” You were rambling, pleasuring overtaking you as he began to circle his tongue across your clit over and over again until you were a mess. Matthew loved how innocent you were. You were not like the others he’d helped with their swearing and demands and rudeness. You, on the other hand, were all his. He would feed off your pleasure again and again, he was sure it was the sweetest he’d ever tasted. He would have a hard time letting you go, perhaps he could find a way to keep you for himself, but only if he had your permission.

“Please, Matthew.” You whimpered as his fingers found your entrance, slipping between your folds as he lapped at your clit still. He worked you up as he pumped into you, curling inside until he found the exact spot that made you gasp and whine and squirm beneath him. “Oh, is that too much, sweet girl?” He asked, watching as you shook your head, eyes squeezed shut as you embraced the pleasure. “I need words, baby.” “No, Matthew, it’s perfect, please don’t stop.” The words tumbled from your lips, mumbling almost incoherently as you begged him to continue.

He fucked you with his fingers, lapping at your pretty clit until you reached your high, climax rolling through you like nothing you had ever felt before. But he couldn’t stop, not when you whined so beautifully for him and begged him to continue. “Please, oh please can I have another?” You asked so softly, so politely and he could not deny.

How was Matthew supposed to refuse such a sweet question? Especially if it fed him more.

He didn’t let up, tongue pressing against your oversensitive clit, jolts of pleasure overwhelming you as he circled your centre, stroking his fingers inside of you slower now, but enough to make you moan and whimper in pure want. “Mm, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He asked, words hot against your pussy. “Come on, sweetheart, you can let go, give it to me baby.” Matt encouraged, tongue curling around your clit and lapping at you until you were shaking with pleasure, barely able to handle the intensity as he teased you closer and closer.

“Matthew, it’s too much.” You whined. “You want me to stop?” He asked, seriously, voice laced with concern. “No, please, it feels too good.” You almost cried it out and Matt smirked against your skin, focusing all of his efforts on your clit, capturing the little bud between his fingers, swollen and sensitive and so, so exposed, his long, forked tongue lapping over it, edging you closer and closer, tugging you deeper into his hold. You let out a throaty moan as you came, trembling against him as he pleasured you through it until you came down from your high.

You were almost delirious with pleasure, oversensitive and tingly, but it felt so good, especially when he stood over you with that smirk. “Please.” You whined, shuffling uncomfortably, like the only thing that would relieve you was another orgasm and Matt pressed his thumb gently against your clit, massaging it painfully slowly, watching as you squirmed in pleasure. “Are you sure you want more? You have already paid your due, sweetheart.” Matt reminded you. “Please, please I don’t want you to stop.” You whimpered.

“I’ll make you a deal, sweetheart.” Matt said, helping you to sit up, placing his blazer around your shoulders to keep you warm. “I’ll take care of that problem of yours and once I’m done, you stay here with me.” “With you, like forever?” You asked innocently. “Forever, and I’ll give you as many of those orgasms as you want.” You looked at him, eyes wide with excitement and pleasure, a desire so deep inside of you that you weren’t sure you could ever let go of what had just happened. “You’ll never have to be afraid again. I’ll keep you safe and warm and as dazed with orgasms as you want.” He whispered.

“I want that, I want to stay with you.” You nodded. “Good girl.” And he sealed your promise to him with a kiss, deep and passionate, the warm tang of yourself on his tongue. You really were lost now, but you couldn’t deny, it excited you beyond what you had ever felt.