#Amber Lacie

[maxthesillyy]

can’t believe olivia rodrigo based her song “Obsessed” over max caulfield and rachel amber,,

[dischordantcerebralballistics]

Twitter and Onlyfans sensation Amber. Sweden's favourite older woman and the sexiest, flirtiest and filthiest MILF on the Web.

[nadiamarieusa]

Could Scott Peterson be innocent ?

I think a lot of people know who Scott Peterson is. If you have not heard about him, Scott was convicted of the murder of his 8 months pregnant wife, Laci Peterson. Laci was a short, 5 feet tall woman, with short brown hair, brown eyes and a beautiful smile. She had a bubbly personality, very friendly, social, outgoing, loved to laugh, had a lot of friends, she was a pretty young woman. She was…

[safirefire]

“If you wanna share your opinions with me on this, please write down all your thoughts on a paper airplane and throw it out your window”

-Amber Ruffin and Lacey Lamar, You’ll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey: Crazy Stories About Racism

[marvelfilth]

Angel (18+)

Pairing: stripper!Tara Carpenter x f! lawyer!reader

Warnings: no ghostface AU, Tara is 21, R is 27, smut, lap dance, pole dance, alcohol consumption, tipsy driving (pls don't do that), fingering, a bit of degradation and praise

Summary: You need to unwind. Angel gives you more than you could have ever asked for.

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You've had a bad month. Scratch that, you've had the worst month of your career. You've lost one of your loyal clients to a rival and your boss chewed you out over it, and, to top it off, you've lost a case you've been working on for the past four months.

You blink back the exhaustion, leaning back on the railing of your office balcony. You've been nursing your whiskey for the past hour, hoping it'll chase away your gnawing thoughts, but to no avail, you're still deep in your head, rethinking every decision that led you to this.

You check your wrist watch, the platinum glistening in the city lights, and decide to finally head home. You finally relax once you're in your car, putting the key in the ignition and driving off, leaving the day behind. You take a familiar route, driving almost on autopilot and humming along to the song on the radio, fingers drumming on the wheel.

You're almost home when you change your mind and make a sharp turn on the next intersection, heading to a place you haven't been to in months.

Two men in the front greet you with identical nods, holding the door open for you, sensual music spilling into the bustling street. Your eyes zero in on the bar, not paying any attention to the stage and the dancers, happy to see a familiar face handling alcohol tonight.

"Tough day?" Amber asks with a sympathetic smile, placing a full glass in front of you.

"Tough month," you sigh, not in the mood for a conversation.

She offers one more smile before turning to another guest, sensing your desire to be left alone. Her eyes take on a new glint, lips slightly pursed in a cute pout as she talks to a clean shaved man. You scoff in your drink and shake your head, ignoring the glare she sends you.

Leaning back against the bar you settle to simply people watch for some time, maybe get a dance or two from a pretty woman.

"You should ask for Angel," Amber says, wiping the counter. You look at her in question, your glass stopping midway to your mouth. "She's new, but she's good. You could use some unwinding and she's the best at it, trust me."

You nod slowly and ask for a refill before leaving her a tip and walking off to a secluded booth in the back of the club, settling back on the couch and trying to find a new face in the sea of dancers you already know well. Out of the corner of your eye you see Felicity, a fiery redhead with no filter. She effortlessly glides on the dancefloor in her nine inch heels, red lingerie catching eyes of gaping men with pockets full of cash. She bends in a sensual move, her thong granting a perfect view of her round ass. You hum when money starts falling in waves, making the floor disappear. She deserves that and more.

She catches your eye, brow raising suggestively, to which you shake your head no.

"Waiting for someone?" A voice whispers right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your head turns to be met with the eyes of a stranger inches away from your own, lips painted blood red and pulled into a smirk.

You swallow, feeling the swell of her breasts against your arm that's resting on the back of the couch, and shake your head tersely, not trusting your voice just yet. She bites her lower lip and pulls away to slowly walk around the couch, making sure to show off her assets.

Almost all of her body is bare, her lacy push up bra making her breasts look good enough to throw handfuls of cash at her feet. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the full globes, then lowers to a dark red triangle of fabric between her legs held by a thin string. She takes her sweet time in caging you against the leather cushions, draping herself over your lap, hands settling on your shoulders.

You take this opportunity to study her features: the slope of her small nose; the freckles dusted all over her upper cheeks; her dark and inviting eyes, eagerly drinking you up with the same vigor; her full lips, painted red and waiting to be claimed.

She takes your whiskey and sips, expertly masking the distaste behind an alluring smile, but you still catch the way her eyes momentarily squeeze in a fleeting grimace, making you bite back a chuckle.

"I'm Angel. What's your name?" She purrs, hips moving to the beat as she plays with the hair at the nape of your neck. You see some men glare at you with jealousy, their jaws grinding. Angel must be fairly popular to grant a reaction like that.

"Does it matter?" You husk, struggling to keep your hands to yourself.

"Mysterious, huh?" She chuckles, arching against your chest, her barely covered breasts almost spilling out right in your face, hips moving in circles against your crotch. "I like that."

You hum, settling back to watch her flexible body roll against your slowly relaxing one, her lower lip pulled between pearly white teeth.

"There you go," she whispers, sliding her palm down your chest, her other hand tangling in your hair, nails scratching your scalp. It feels so good you almost purr. "Tell me what got you so wound up."

You sigh and take another sip of your drink before answering. "Lost my top client."

She hums, her torso moving in a slow hypnotic circle, before leaning back into you to whisper right in your ear. "Their loss."

She pulls back to look you in the eye, the space between you almost crackling with tension.

"Hey Angel," one of the men that's been glaring at you calls out, waving a couple of twenty dollar bills in the air. "Come give me a dance."

She doesn't even look in his direction, but you silently reach for your wallet, taking out three hundred dollar bills and pushing them under the string of her thong. "Stay."

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip before nodding. She throws her head back, hands leaving your shoulder to slide up her waist to cup her breasts, pushing them together inches away from your face. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you have to grip your thighs to keep yourself from touching her. She rises on her knees and changes the position, her back now to your front, ass snugly against your crotch.

You finish your whiskey in one gulp, your breath hitching. Her wavy hair gets in your face and you breathe in the enticing scent of her perfume mixed with the essence of her. She turns her head, looking at you with half lidded eyes. "You like that?"

"I do," you reply, noting the slight blush rising on her cheeks.

"Want to move somewhere private?" She asks, her eager tone cracking the unbothered facade she's been putting on.

You nod and follow her to the other side of the club, Amber sending you thumbs up from behind the bar before going back to flirting with another drunk man, crisp bills filling her pockets.

You're led to a dark hallway that leads to private rooms, anticipation buzzing under your skin. She nods at the security guard, the man looking you up and down before he lets you through. She locks the door and you wander deeper into the room, taking a seat on the velvety couch.

Sensual music starts spilling from the speakers before she turns sharply, a devilish smirk on her lips. She saunters to the pole, hips swaying in tune with the music, eyes never leaving yours as she hooks her leg over the metal and twirls. She closes her eyes, losing herself in the dance, and grips the pole before bending, back arched, the swell of her ass right in front of your face.

You exhale, nearly biting down on your knuckles from the need to turn her around and fuck her right on the floor. "Angel," you breathe out. She faces you and drops to her knees, legs spread as her hips move up and down, arms over her head as she grips the pole. "Yes?"

You pat your lap and without a moment of hesitation she climbs on top of your thighs, taking off her bra. You bite back a moan when her breasts spill out, pinkish nipples begging for your mouth. She takes hold of your neck, her forehead pressed against yours as she rocks her hips on your lap, her breathing labored. She weaves languidly against your tense torso, her lips brushing against your cheek before she pulls away to settle her hands on your chest, nails scratching your white shirt.

"Fuck," you close your eyes, enjoy the press of lithe body, arousal coursing through your veins. She hums, her center flush against your thigh and you feel her wetness smear on the fabric of your slacks. Your fingers clench uselessly at your sides. "You're enjoying this," you state, searching her face for an answer.

"More than you can imagine," she whispers, grinding down on your thigh with intent. Her nipples brush against your chest and she moans quietly, repeating the motion. You unconsciously thrust up, your pelvis connecting with her heat just as she is rolling down, sending pleasure through her body. She grabs your shoulders and your eyes lock. You thrust again, intentionally this time, your palms planted firmly on the couch to add force. Her hips rock, her needy moans filling your ears.

You can't take your eyes off her.

Fuck that, you think, before planting your hands on her hips, directing her movements, and pulling her into a feverish kiss. Her lips are impossibly soft, and her tongue tastes like whiskey and some fruity cocktail she's probably had earlier. Your hands move from her hips to her breasts, squeezing.

"Yes," she moans, greedily pushing against you. "More, please."

You hesitate only for a moment before lowering your mouth to her nipple, sucking it in with hunger you didn't know you possessed. She bites on her knuckles, hiding a loud moan from the guards behind the door. Your fingers itch with the need to tear off her thong and plunge deep into her soaking pussy, claiming the most vulnerable part of the petite brunette.

"How does that feel?" Your teeth graze against the underside of her breast before you take the other nipple in your mouth, tongue sliding on the hardened nub.

"Like I'm about to come," she whimpers, messily humping on your thigh. "Need you inside," she pleads, taking hold of your hand.

You follow her lead, your fingers easily pushing her thong aside and dipping between her slick folds, strands of wetness clinging to your digits. She buckles against your hand in search of friction, and you teasingly circle her clit, pulling a delicious moan out of her lips. "Like that?" You tease, even though you're as affected as she is.

"Yes- fuck, just like that," she whimpers.

"What about the rules, Angel? You gonna tell your boss about this?"

She shakes her head. "No, I promise. Fuck the rules." She desperately clings to your wrist, pressing your palm against her heat.

It's all you need to finally thrust your fingers inside her cunt. She cries out, biting your shoulder to hide the sound, and starts moving her hips up and down, meeting your fingers halfway.

"Such a bad girl you are, Angel. Riding a stranger like a slut," you grunt, fastening your pace. Filthy sounds fill the room as your fingers keep disappearing in her pussy, bringing her closer to the edge. Suddenly, a misplaced spark of jealousy ignites something deep inside your chest. "Do you do this with everyone, Angel? Do you spread your legs for strangers every night?"

"No," she gasps, tilting your face up and bringing you in for a kiss. "Just you," she moans against your lips, "only you."

The fire inside your chest burns. "Good."

Her walls clench around you, mouth wide open as she moans loudly. You force her mouth shut, pressing your palm against her lips, her eyes widening before they roll to the back of her head. Your thumb slides on her clit in tight circles, fingers curling to touch her sweet spot. She bites down on your knuckles, desperately chasing her orgasm, arousal dripping down her thighs. You add a third finger, stretching her tight pussy, and spread them inside.

"Come for me, Angel," you rasp, pushing deep inside. She cries out, squeezing around your fingers as she comes. She curls into you, hiding her face in the slope of your neck. "Good girl," you praise, kissing her temple, your fingers buried inside her wet heat.

There's a loud knock and a gruff voice sounds from behind the door. "Everything alright, Angel?"

She sits up, eyes wide and alert, and looks at the clock near the door. Your private session ended ten minutes ago.

"I- I have to go," she scurries away, putting on her bra on her way to the door.

"Wait," you call out, catching her wrist before she could touch the handle. "Stay, please."

Her eyes flicker to your lips before she throws herself at you, hands around your waist, kissing you with fervor. You press her against the door, trailing kisses all over her neck, wishing you could leave marks for her to remember you by.

There's another knock and a threat to break down the door. Angel pulls away with one last peck before disappearing behind the door.

The rest of the week goes better after that night. You feel like the burden that's been sitting on your shoulders got smaller, granting you more hours of sleep and allowing you to look your boss in the eye without feeling inferior. You can't help but think back on the girl that so easily brought this change on you. Sometimes when you're caught up in paperwork in the late hours of night you catch yourself wishing you were back in that private room, looking at her instead of some boring corporate nonsense. Your fingers squeeze around the pen with need to touch her again, to unravel her, to savor her taste.

On a Friday night you decide to leave the office early and head to the club, but a phone call stops you in your tracks.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting."

You smile, always happy to hear from your friend. "You're not, I'm… heading home early."

"Great. Perfect, actually. I know it's a bit last minute, but I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner tonight? I'm making your favorite." Sam asks, and you can hear the sound of pans hitting the stove in the background.

"What's the catch, Carpenter?"

She groans, and you can almost see her slouch against the counter. "I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but Tara is studying to be a lawyer, and I thought maybe you could give her some pointers over dinner?"

You blink, surprised by the question. In two years of your friendship with Sam you've never met her younger sister. Even though they're living together, she's never home when you're over, working double shifts to afford tuition, adamantly refusing Sam's offers to help. She likes to complain about it from time to time, but you can see she's proud of the younger girl.

Angel will be there tomorrow, and you're actually excited to finally meet Tara. It doesn't take long for you to decide which way to go. You make a quick stop at a grocery store on your way there, buying Sam's favorite beer and a bottle of wine, thinking about offering her sister an internship. If she's even half as brilliant as Sam you want her on your team once she graduates.

When you finally knock on the door, expecting to see Sam on the other side, you feel wind get knocked out of you when the woman you've been thinking about since you left the club opens it.

"... Angel?"

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Thoughts?

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ got the kind of look to make me freak

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — stepbro!anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — you have been obsessed with your stepbrother anakin since you met him, luckily he feels the same

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 3k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, smut ( fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, dirty talk ) think that’s all let me know if i missed any !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 — i would say i'm sorry but i'm not x

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he caught your eye almost instantly from through the window where you stood, body clad in a pretty pink dress, all silk and ruffles, and a neckline that dipped slightly revealing the lacy material of your ivory bra beneath. a breathless sound fell from your lips. the sun was fading from the sky, staining him in amber light, you could see the glint of the piercing that clung to his plump lips, the blur of thick eyeliner around his heavy-set eyes, and your knees felt weak. 

it was disgusting the way you fantasised about him, thighs rubbing together as you watched him pull a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and slid one from the carton, practically drooling as he placed it between his lips and lit it up, tendrils of smoke curling from his parted mouth. you settled down upon the window sill, watching him, heart pounding. it had been a little over a month since anakin had been moved into your home along with his mother and you had instantly been hooked, but of course, your father had to propose to his mother. with a huff you stood up, stripping the pale pink fabric from your body and tossing it to the side, eyes falling onto your reflection, scoping across the planes of your body, the dip of your hips, the glimmer of a piercing on your belly button, the swell of your breasts.

how you wished he would look up at you right now, you wondered if his cock would harden beneath his tight jeans, if his jaw would tighten as he glared up at you. because he wanted you just as much as he wanted you. with a small frown you walked away from the window, tugging a more conservative summer dress over your body, it was about knee length and white with purple flowers scattered across the fabric. 

“honey,” you heard your dad call through the door, “you in there?” you almost laughed at that, always oblivious was your father.

“yea, you can come in,” you called back as you brushed a few stray hairs from your face, looking over to your father who opened the door with a bashful grin.

“anakin’s home,” he told you, “we are gonna have a family dinner so come downstairs please,” he said and you nodded in agreement, following your father down the stairs and into the living room where anakin was standing his arms folded across his chest, scowling at his mother who smiled pleasantly when she saw you.

“you look lovely, darling,” she told you before sending anakin a sharp look, so he tilted his head and flashed both you and your father a tight smile before storming into the dining room.

“thank you, shmi,” you replied with a grin, ignoring the butterflies swarming in your stomach at the sight of anakin up close. 

“let’s go eat shall we,” your father siad, walking over and taking shmi’s arm, pressing a kiss to her forehead before leading her into the dinning room after anakin and you had no choice but to follow them and take your seat, conveniently beside anakin who didn’t even spare you a glance from where he was sitting. 

dinner went by as an uneventful affair for the most part, your father and shmi chattered amongst themselves, occasionally asking for your input but other than that you were pretty bored, eyes wandering to anakin’s hand that rested on the table beside you, tracing the veins on his hands, trailing up his forearm. the way his tendons stood out starkly against his golden skin, the glow of his rings against his fingers. you were practically drooling as you stared down at his hand, only glancing away when anakin’s hand suddenly vanished beneath the table, you blinked at him and he met your stare with a firm gaze. he rose a brow at you but didn’t say anything and you quickly looked down at your plate, flustered. 

you didn’t know what he was thinking, did he know that you were staring at his hand, that you longed to know what it felt like pressed against your molten skin, how it would feel wrapped around your throat, tangled in your hair, what his fingers would feel like buried deep inside your weeping cunt. and then you felt it. a warm hand curling around your knee, uncovered by your dress, your entire body went rigid. you glanced over at anakin with wide eyes, it was hardly visible beneath the white lace of shmi’s tablecloth, but his arm was beneath the table, his hand resting on your knee. anakin looked back at you, blue eyes blazing as he sent you a small crooked grin that sent a rush of heat through your core. 

slowly he began to trace his hand higher, fingertips dancing across your thigh, inching up and up, your breath caught in your throat, a dizzying feeling somewhere between floating and falling clouding your mind. he was touching you right here at the dinner table with your respective parents only inches away. 

“what did you think, honey?” your fathers voice pulled you back down slightly, you looked over to him, heart pounding, your mouth felt dry as anakin continued to trail his hand upwards, now resting against the v of your hips, if he moved his hand a bit more his fingers would rest against your clothed cunt. 

“um,” you sputtered out and anakin’s fingers pinched you gently, a warning, act normal or he would stop, your stomach churned, clit throbbing as you cleared your throat. 

“sorry, daddy i wasn’t listening,” you say bashfully, “what were you talking about?” you asked, reaching out to grab your glass of water, but it did little to extinguish the fire that burned beneath your skin, especially when anakin began to drag his hand closer, fingers toying with the lacy material of your thong beneath the table. 

“i was just asking what you thought about making a cake to bring to the johnson’s this weekend,” he said to you and you nodded quickly. 

“yea, that sounds good,” you agreed as anakin’s fingers brushed across your clit sending shivers down your spine, the glass in your hand trembling slightly at the rush of pleasure consuming your entire being. your father nodded happily and continued to chat to shmi as anakin pressed down on your clit, rubbing it slowly through the fabric, a small breath fell from your lips. you didn’t know how this was happening, you had spent the past month fantasising about this boy and now he was playing with your pussy. you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. 

“don’t make a sound,” anakin whispered, leaning close so that his lips pressed against your ear for just a moment so that no one caught it before hooking a finger around your panties and tugging them to the side, exposing your wet cunt to the cool air of the dining room, you quickly pressed your hand to your lips to stifle the sound that almost escaped, but you hand to bite down on your forefinger when anakin dripped his finger into your opening and spread the sticky wetness there up across your lips and onto your clit and began to swirl his finger in a figure eight pattern. 

you wanted to scream, you could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unwind, hot and harsh pressure consuming you. you were burning, he was going to make you cum right here and you weren’t going to stop it, you were desperate for it, his movements began to speed up, and your thighs trembled and then… 

“we’re gonna go for a walk,” shmi announced and anakin’s hand withdrew, you could have sobbed, “do you two wanna join us?” she asked and anakin simply shook his head. 

“no thanks,” you say softly and the pair nodded before heading out of the dining room. 

“clean up before you disappear off to your rooms please,” your father called out as they walked out to the hall getting ready to leave, you sat in silence with anakin, waiting until your parents had left before you finally brought yourself to look at him. 

“ready to clean up?” he asked you and your jaw dropped. 

“what… i… you?” your words were jumbled, you couldn’t find the right way to say anything, everything was spinning, your thoughts churning and your body flushed. 

“what’s that?” anakin hummed, a shit-eating grin twisted on his lips. “something wrong, honey?” he asked mockingly, using your father’s nickname for you in a sick twisted play in whatever game he was conspiring. 

“don’t call me that,” you told him and his smile only widened. 

“oh, you don’t like that?” he asked, “hm, what should i call you then,” he pondered for a moment, “maybe i should just call you a little slut, letting her stepbrother play with her pussy when our parents are at the table,” he said and you gasped at his words, “don’t play innocent now, i saw you through the window today, stripping so that i would see you in that pretty little underwear set, bet that got you soaked knowing that i was watching you,”

“i didn’t know you could see me,” you answered pathetically, voice trembling. 

“oh yea?” he pressed, leaning in and grasping your chin, locking it in place so that he could take you all in. your glossy eyes, lips bitten red and raw, the way your chest heaved, tit’s pouring from the fabric of your dress. “just wished i was didn’t you, desperate little slut,” anakin taunted and a small moan fell from your lips, it was wrong so wrong to like him talking to you like this but it only seemed to make you wetter, slick dribbling down your thighs. 

“oh baby,” he crooned, pinching his grasp on your face tighter, “spread your legs for me, wanna see what a mess you’ve made for me,” he said and you complied, dress riding up your thighs giving him a perfect view of your pussy, pink, swollen and dripping. a groan fell from his lips and he released your face. “look at what a fucking mess you’ve made,” he said and you did, gaping at how wet you were. 

“all this from me playing with your clit? i can’t imagine what would happen if i gave you my cock, bet you would squirt all over it” you moaned again at his words, hips twitching on the chair, you needed something, some sort of friction or you were going to explode. 

“anakin, please” you begged him, eyes watering. 

“please what?” he asked, drawing himself closer to you, “what do you want, baby?”

“you, please, i need you to touch me! i need to cum!” you cried out and he laughed, laughed at you begging for him, shame flooded your system. he was ruining you. 

“fuck,” anakin hissed, “you know how long i’ve wanted to do this?” he asked you and you shook your head, “since that first day i saw you in those tiny shorts, god you were so obvious, rubbing your thighs together and batting your eyelashes. i wanted to bend you over this table and fuck that smile off of your lips,” he said, standing up and yanking you off of your chair before scooping you up and placing you on the table, you squealed at the action but that sound quickly became a scream when anakin plunged his fingers into your pussy. 

“oh my god,” you hissed. 

“you walk around this house like a perfect angel, ‘oh sorry, daddy’, ‘thank you so much, shmi’ and all that shit, if only they knew how much of a slut you really are” he said, pumping his fingers into you. 

“anakin, please,” you gasped, rocking your hips against his fingers but he shook his head, his free hand pushing your upper body down onto the table, hand curling around your throat better than you have ever imagined causing you to moan louder. 

“don’t fucking move,” anakin growled, “you wanna act like a slut i’ll fucking treat you like one, i’m gonna fuck this pussy until this entire table is soaked, and you are gonna take it,” he spat adding another finger into you and you wilted. “wonder what your daddy would think if he walked in and saw you like this?” he snarled. 

“anakin,” you whimpered, “just fuck me please,” your words were garbled by the hand on your throat, you couldnt think or feel anything but him. 

“such a needy slut, my fingers not good enough?” he asked, adding another finger, the pace he was moving at was almost unnatural, you had never been finger fucked like this before, if he even brushed your clit you were going to cum all over him. his hand withdrew from your throat, reaching down to tug your tits free from your dress and slapping your left one harshly right over your pert nipple and you screamed. “answer me,”

“i just want your cock, want to feel you inside me,” you pleaded, “wanna make you feel good, ani, want you to come” you probably sounded ridiculous, begging for the validation of making him feel good, of getting dick wet but anakin seemed to like it, a loud groan falling from his lips. 

“that’s cute, baby, so desperate for your stepbrother's approval, huh?” he asked before reaching down and unbuckling his jeans, tugging them down his thighs along with his boxers, letting his hard dick spring free and slap against his toned stomach. your lips parted at the sight of it, it was flushed pink, the tip leaking precum that you so desperately wanted to taste. 

“oh,” you murmured, reaching out but anakin slapped your hand away. 

“later,” he told you, “right now i need to be inside of you before i cum,” he hissed and you grinned, happy that you affected him as much as he affected you, but you didn’t have much time to dwell over the thought before he was slamming into you, hardly giving you a moment to adjust as his hand lined him up to your entrance before he was buried in your gummy walls. 

“anakin,” you screeched, hands coming up to cling to his shoulders as he dagged you forwards, hips encircling his hips as he thrust into you, each movement making you shudder. 

“sluts like you don’t need any prep, look at how you are sucking me in, baby,” he snickered, and you were almost sobbing, he was so big, you could feel him everywhere, it was all consuming, you didn’t know how you could ever be over this, over him when you knew how it felt to have his cock burried deep inside of you, the tip bruising your cervix. 

“oh fuck, anakin, don’t stop,” you begged as he pounded into you, once hand coming up to pinch your nipples, the mixture of pain and pleasure addictive. 

“don’t worry, angel im not stopping now i know how you feel, gonna fuck this pretty fucking pussy everyday, paint you with my cum, now i’ve had you you are mine,” he said, those words finally allowing the tears to spill from your eyes. in even your darkest fantasies you never knew how this could be. 

“yes, wanna be yours, please,” you sobbed, anakin leant down, kissing the tears away from your cheeks in a gesture so gentle your heart melted. 

“shh, baby,” he whispered, “you’ve been so good for me,” dragging his hands from your tits to your clit, circling it gently. “come on, angel, wanna show me how you cum?” he asked and you nodded frantically, your heart was pounding. the pressure in your stomach building to a peak as anakin rocked into you harshly, chasing his own high as well as yours. 

“so fucking good,” you told him, “god, ani,” 

“you look so fucking good like this, never imagined you would be this fucking tight, take me so well. this pussy was made for me. only me, okay?” he said as he pounded into you. “you are never letting anyone fuck you again now, only me,” he demanded, you could see sweat beading along his forehead, cheeks flushing rosy. 

“never, fuck, i could never want anyone else,” you told him with a breathy moan, “only ever wanted you since i saw you, all i think about,” 

“aw, angel been wanting me for so long,” anakin crooned but you knew he felt the same, “wanna prove it to be me?” he asked making you nod. “cum for me, darling,” he pleaded, sending another harsh thrust into you, thumb pressing down on your clit and you did just as he asked, everything went fuzzy, white blazing heat rushing through you and sending you soaring. you could still feel anakin chasing his orgasm, heavy breaths falling from his lips as he clutched your hips.

“anakin,” you whined, blinking lazily up at him, you were shaking, pleasure still dancing in your lower belly as anakin’s thrusts became sloppy, “cum in me, please,” and that was all it took to make him come. thick spurts of cum painting your walls, and the feeling was enough to bring you over the edge once again. walls clenching around his cock making the boy hiss as he was finally finished, collapsing down on top of you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“holy shit,” anakin muttered against your sweat-soaked skin. 

“you better have been telling the truth,” you said to him after a few moments and anakin pushed himself up to look at your face, confusion dancing in his pretty blue eyes. “that we are gonna do this everyday,” at this anakin laughed loudly leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on your lips, the first one you had shared. 

“don’t worry, angel, i’m never letting you go,” he told you before capturing your lips once again.

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[babyboydaniel]

Knock, Knock (M) | Part 5

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader | Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lando really needs to learn how to knock.

Smut, Fluff | Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Oral (Female & Male Receiving), PinV | Word Count: 4.4K

As the boys crossed the finish line, they ended the race in the positions they started, which was a win due to the chaos over the previous hour and a half. You cheered along with the others in the garage. The smile was unable to be wiped from your face. It was enthralling to be able to witness Daniel doing something he loved. 

With the good results, everyone decided that they were going out to celebrate before having to fly out the next day. 

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel room as you chose which earrings you would wear. 

“Danny,” you called as he opened the bathroom door, “which ones?”

As you held out the options, Daniel whistled, his amber eyes running up and down the length of your body. He immediately reached out and grabbed your hips, pressing you against his damp skin. His lips rested against your neck. 

“Damn, baby. You look so good. I can’t wait to show you off. Making everyone jealous,” Daniel murmured as he kissed up your neck until he pressed his lips to yours. 

You went with a short, black, practically see-through dress. The black lacy lingerie is evident beneath the sheer fabric, not leaving much to the imagination. 

“Daniel,” you laughed as you pushed him away, “I need your help making a serious decision.”

He pulled back from you, “Okay, serious. Go ahead.”

You held out the earrings once again, “Which ones?”

Daniel scanned the options, thinking hard about the decision. Before landing on the ones you held in your left hand, “These.”

“Good choice.” 

Daniel kissed you again before turning to his suitcase and picking out his outfit. After rifling through the few appropriate options he had, he landed on a short-sleeved button-down and a pair of ridiculously short shorts. His sinful tattooed thigh is on full display. 

You sat on the edge of the bed as you watched Daniel bounce around the room: getting dressed, doing his hair, brushing his teeth, and putting on his jewelry. You could watch him do the most mundane things without getting bored. 

“Are you ready to go?” Daniel asked, pulling you from your trance. 

You nodded, getting up to slip on your shoes. 

Daniel grabbed your hand, and both of you headed to the lobby and into the waiting car. 

The intimate club was bustling when you arrived. The lights were dim, and the music was vibrating the entire building. It was an assault to the senses but in the best way possible. Daniel held onto your hand while you weaved your way through the bodies, making your way to the bar. 

“Whatcha want, babe?” Daniel whispered against your ear. 

“Tequila soda with lime.” He nodded and turned back to the bartender to order. 

As you waited for your drinks, you stuck yourself to the back of Daniel, wrapping your arms around his waist. Daniel settled into you, resting his hands against yours. 

It was only a few minutes before you had your drinks, and you made your way over to the private table that a few from the team had reserved. Everyone cheered and greeted Daniel and you as you appeared through the crowd. 

As you got closer, you felt a heavy gaze burning into your heated skin. Once the faces of the group became less hazy, your eyes met with Lando’s. Lust colored his beautiful blue eyes. He looked good, dressed similarly to Daniel, though his shirt was just about as sheer as your dress. 

Your eyes did not leave his as Daniel guided you around the group, eventually standing next to Lando. 

Daniel hugged Lando after saying hello. The image of Lando’s hands splayed on the small of your boyfriend’s back had your heart racing. Gosh, his hands were so big. You wondered how they would feel around your throat or holding you down while he pumped his fingers into your wet heat. A tiny whimper squeezed from your throat at the thought. 

Before you realized Lando was pulling you into a hug, encircling you in his embrace. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he giggled. 

Once your body finally caught up with what was happening, you wrapped your arms around the boy who was pressed against you. 

“Hi,” you responded, your head tucked against his neck. Lando smelled delectable, and you wanted to envelope yourself in him. 

As you snuggled further into Lando’s arms, Daniel cleared his throat from where he stood next to you. 

The two of you sprung apart as you turned to look at Daniel. He did not look mad, which was shocking given how close Lando and you were, just amused. You smiled at your boyfriend as you pressed yourself to his side, sipping your drink while he wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you into him before turning towards Lando. 

Standing close, Lando and Daniel had a hushed conversation between them. Both of them leaned into the other to be heard over the music. Daniel rested his hand on Lando’s shoulder, you were practically smushed in the middle of their chests as they talked over your head. You watched as Lando’s lips were millimeters from Daniel’s ear. You were transfixed by their proximity. As their conversation went on, Lando’s hand made its way to rest on your hip, right below Daniel’s. 

It all became too much, “I am going to go dance,” you declared as you pushed away from the both of them. You put down your empty glass as you walked from the boys. 

You finally felt as though you could breathe properly as you made your way to the center of the dance floor. You let the music take over as you danced to the beat. Letting the people and the bass guide you. 

You were unsure how much time had passed before a pair of arms wrapped around your frame. Pulling you flush against them and moving with you. Before you could push the stranger off, they spoke. 

“Hi,” Lando whispered. 

You did not respond and only continued to grind against Lando. Your bodies moved in sync. You could feel Lando growing hard, it only spurred you on more. He moaned in your ear as you deliberately pressed against him. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” Lando warned, his hands tightening on your hips. You pushed back, rubbing his cock again, laughing as you did so. 

Lando groaned, “You are a tease.”

Lando ran his hand from your hip, up your stomach, and between the swell of your breasts before coming to rest on your jaw. He forcefully turned your face back to look at him. The lust that filled his eyes earlier was still present but tenfold at this point. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. The air was thick as he glanced down at your mouth. 

“Lando,” you whimpered. 

Then his mouth was pressed to yours. Hot and desperate. His pouty lips fitted between yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You gasped as you deepened the kiss. Meeting his tongue in an erotic dance. 

Alarm bells were ringing in your head but the need for Lando was greater. 

Lando was the first to pull back, you chased his lips not ready to be done kissing him. 

“Sweetheart, maybe we should take this somewhere else,” Lando whispered against your lips.

You nodded your head as you let Lando lead you to the edge of the dance floor where Daniel stood. You faltered as you got closer to him. You were fucked. Up until then, everything with Lando seemed harmless enough but kissing him brought this into a new realm. But, as you reached Daniel you noticed he did not appear upset. Instead, he looked turned on. That couldn’t be it. 

The moment you were close enough Daniel reached out to grab you. Forcing your body to his. His cock was hard in his shorts. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he demanded. You nodded your head. 

As you turned to leave, Daniel looked back to Lando who was suddenly very interested in the floor. “You coming, Lando?” Daniel called. 

Lando’s head snapped to meet Daniel’s before his eyes flickered to you. Your mouth hung open. Lando nodded before falling into step behind the two of you. 

The ride back to the hotel was torture. With Lando to your left and Daniel on your right, the car was suffocating with desire. Both men had a hand high on your thigh, Daniel’s a bit higher, his pinky running along your clothed slit. Your breathing was ragged and you were positive the driver could hear. 

Lando leaned over and pressed open-mouth kisses up your neck until he reached your ear. 

“Do you think Daniel will let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours?” he asked softly. 

You whined in response. Lando laughed breathlessly. Thankfully, you had pulled up to the hotel and were quickly ushered out of the car by Daniel. The three of you walked through the lobby and over to the elevators with a clear eagerness. With other people in the small space with you, you all kept your hands to yourselves. 

Once the hotel door clicked closed behind you Daniel’s mouth and hands were on you.

“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much you turn me on,” Daniel growled as he pressed his hard-on against you. You moaned. 

“Should we show Lando how perfect you are?” Daniel asked. 

“Please,” you begged. 

With a final kiss pressed to your lips, Daniel turned you around in his arms. Your eyes immediately met Lando’s, who was standing a few feet in front of you. His hands hanging down at his sides as if he were waiting for his next instructions from Daniel. 

Daniel grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head. So, you were standing there in your black underwear. But, he did not stop there. He quickly took off your bra and panties, so you were completely naked in front of both of them. 

“Lando, why don’t you come over and kiss her,” Daniel suggested. 

Lando looked frozen but quickly moved to smash his lips to yours. You were still wrapped in Daniel’s arms but neither boy seemed to mind. You moaned into Lando’s mouth as he picked up right where you guys left off in the club. His tongue tangled with yours. 

Lando kissed down your neck, biting and sucking marks as he made his way to your chest. Where he kissed and licked your breasts, moving closer to your nipples. Taking one of the hardened buds between his pink lips. You moaned and ground your wet pussy against his thigh that he snuck between your legs. 

As he harshly sucked your nipples, Daniel took over kissing your neck. 

Lando moved from your breast and slowly kissed down your stomach until he was kneeling, his face right in front of where you wanted it most. As he leaned in to press his mouth to your dripping folds, Daniel’s hand reached out and grabbed his curly locks. He tugged Lando’s mouth away from you, forcing him to meet his eyes. 

“I did not say you could taste her,” Daniel taunted. 

Lando's eyes fell in between your legs and then back to Daniel as if he was debating whether he could disobey him. But, he thought better of it and sat back on his heels. 

“Good boy,” said Daniel, “Now why don’t you go sit on the chair?”

Lando scrambled to his feet and tripped over his feet to plant himself in the chair that faced the bed. 

“Why don’t we show Lando how well you take my cock,” Daniel said as he moved you to the bed. 

As you fell onto the mattress, Daniel quickly took his clothes off. Standing over you with his beautiful cock hard and leaking. 

“I want your dick in my mouth,” you demanded breathlessly. 

“On your knees then,” Daniel instructed. 

You maneuvered off the bed, kneeling at his feet. You looked up at him, his eyes hazy with desire. As Daniel laced his fingers in your hair, you took his length in your hand, gently stroking him. Coaxing precum from the tip. You watched as it dribbled down the length of his shaft, completely transfixed. Your tongue ran along the underside, licking up the trail of precum. You moaned as you tasted him. Then you wrapped your lips around his swollen tip, gently sucking that sensitive spot before completely swallowing to the hilt. Whining as he filled you up. 

Daniel gasped and involuntarily fucked into your mouth, swearing under his breath as his hands tightened in your hair. You chuckled around his cock, glancing up to see his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hung open. Gosh, he was so beautiful like that. You could never get over it. 

The wet sounds of your spit coating his cock and gagging as he continue to fuck your face filled the room. You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth. 

Daniel pulled you from his cock, “Baby, I am not going to last. On the bed.”

You made your way back to the bed, glancing over at Lando who had removed all his clothes at some point. He was lazily stroking his cock. His dick looked just as beautiful as you remembered. 

You laid back on the mountain of pillows, spreading your legs giving both Daniel and Lando a nice view of your dripping folds. Lando’s warm eyes met yours, and desire pooled in your stomach. Then Daniel was filling your field of vision, slowly crawling his way up the bed until he was lying in between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, he looked up to you with his heated amber eyes before directly placing his mouth on your clit. 

Your back arched off the bed as your fingers weaved through his curls. You moaned as Daniel was unrelenting. Licking and sucking like a man starved. He was always so good with his mouth. 

“Danny, I need you to fuck me,” you demanded breathlessly. 

He smirked from between your legs, “Your wish is my command.”

Daniel kissed his way up your body. Biting and sucking marks as he went until your legs were wrapped around his waist. Daniel’s fingers pressed into your thighs as he spread you open for him. Before grabbing his cock at the base and thrusting into you. You moaned as he filled you up completely. 

His gaze never left your face. Your face twisted in pleasure. Your eyes closed shut and your mouth parted, as you stretched around him. Feeling completely full. Daniel pulled out, leaving the tip in before he drove back into you.

“Open your eyes,” Daniel commanded tenderly mid-thrust. 

When you opened your eyes, your sight fell to Daniel’s warm eyes. Gone was that hungry look and it was replaced with this tender, love-consuming look. Daniel looked at you with so much passion your breath got caught in your throat. Your boyfriend had the power to leave you breathless and that was something that you do not believe you could ever get used to. 

“I love you,” You stated, your voice small. 

A wide smile took over Daniel’s face, “I love you.”

Daniel leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Your lips met in a heated passion, clumsy and heavy against one another. The thrusting made it almost impossible to properly kiss one another. But, it was perfect. You moaned into Daniel’s mouth as he continued to thrust into your tight heat. 

You were so close. You could feel the warmth burning in your lower belly, your orgasm attempting to claim your body. 

“Danny, I am close,” you whined. 

Your back arched from the mattress below you, and you released all over Daniel, as he continued to chase his orgasm. A breathless scream forced itself from your throat. Everything was overwhelming and too much, but still not enough. You clawed at Daniel’s back, leaving angry red marks, as your orgasm lingered.

“Fuck, baby. I am going to come in the perfect pussy of yours,” Daniel moaned as he increased his speed before releasing into you. Being sure that his cum was deep in your before pulling out. 

As his cum began leaking out of you, Daniel pressed it back in, “Don’t want to lose any of that.”

You moaned as Daniel chuckled at your reaction. 

“Lando, I know you have been craving to taste her, so why don’t you come over here,” Daniel said, moving to lay next to you. 

You had almost forgotten that Lando was in the room when Daniel brought your attention back to him. You watched as Lando hopped from the chair and made his way over to the bed. He slowly crawled up to you until his mouth hovered over your pussy. He winked before trailing his tongue up your pussy. Lapping up Daniel’s cum mixed with your release. Lando moaned, burying his face deeper between your legs. His tongue fucking into you. 

“Lando,” you moaned. Rocking your hips against his face. Your fingers tangled in his curls. 

Lando’s nose nudged against your clit and he continued to eat you out. 

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” Lando mumbled between your thighs. He was relentless as he sucked your clit. Moaning as he did so, the vibrations caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

You could not keep your hips still as you rode his face. The pleasure was the only thing consuming your mind. 

“I am going to come, Lando,” you cried. 

Lando doubled his efforts with the clear objective of bringing you over the edge. It did not take long before you were coming again. Crying out Lando’s name as you pulled on his hair. 

Lando rested his head on your thigh, as he looked up at you. His hand delicately traced random designs on your hip. 

“You are so beautiful when you come,” he whispered against your skin. 

“Isn’t she, though you already knew that,” Daniel joked but there was no heat behind his words. 

Lando chuckled. 

“Do you want to fuck her?” Daniel asked Lando. 

Lando gasped, “Please.”

Without the energy to speak you began to grab at Lando, forcing him up from between your legs. Once face to face, Lando leaned down to press his lips to yours, a sweet and gentle kiss. He reached up to brush the hair from your face. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered.  

“Lando, fuck me please,” you quietly begged. 

With a glance over to Daniel, Lando slowly guided his member into you, filling you up in ways that were different from Daniel. You began panting as soon as he was fully inside of you. You were desperate for more. You began to swivel your hips against his, hoping to persuade him to give you more. You needed more, and Lando was more than willing to give it to you. 

Landon gave in to your wishes and began pumping in and out of you. Lando leaned down so your chests were pressed together; driving his cock deeper into you. Being completely spent, your hands found purchase on his shoulders. Your nails dug into the skin there, which was sure to leave red marks. The thought of your imprints on his skin was extremely appealing to you. You wanted him to be marked up by you. You craved it. It meant even when this night was over he would still have you on his skin. With a turn of your head, you were tucked into the crook of his neck. You had a wide expanse of skin to play with. Biting and sucking any place your mouth could reach. You wanted everyone to know that he was with someone even if nobody would know it was you. The thought of him getting all embarrassed that his neck was covered in bruises spurred you on. 

“Fuck,” Lando muttered, as you continued to mark him up. His hips snapping against yours at an unforgiving pace. 

“Do you like that? Me leaving hickeys all over you. Claiming you as mine,” you taunted breathlessly. 

Lando fucked deeper into you as he moaned. The sound of your bodies coming together traveled around the room. You attempted to meet him with every thrust, chasing another orgasm. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and his curls damp from his efforts. His tan skin was flush. You tried to drink all of him in, attempting to commit this moment to memory. 

The pleasure was building and you were back on the cusp, “I am going to come,” you moaned 

“Are you going to come for me again, sweetheart?” Lando whispered as he leaned back to look at you. 

You nodded your head, too exhausted to form words. 

Lando gave you one of his signature smiles before picking up his pace even more. He dropped one of your legs to rub your clit. Lando made sure to match his thrusts with his hand. You writhed against his slick body. Your legs began to quiver and your toes buckled. 

“Let go, sweetheart,” Lando prompted. 

Your body convulsed with pleasure. Your mouth was ripped open with silent screams as your orgasm took over your body. Your pussy clenched around Lando as you released around him. 

As your body became lax, Lando pulled out from your heat. A groan falls from your lips. Already miss Lando being inside of you. 

With a couple of strokes and his face screwed up in pleasure, Lando released on your stomach with a moan. Before either of you could react, Daniel collected some of Lando’s cum on his fingers bringing them up to your mouth.  Forcing you to clean his fingers, licking all of Lando’s cum from them. It was filthy in every way you love. 

“Fuck,” Lando whispered as he watched Daniel feed you his release. 

You lay back on the bed, absolutely spent. Lando collapsed beside you, his arm slung over your torso. He leaned over to press a delicate kiss to your lips. 

“Gosh, you are perfect,” he whispered. You chuckled breathlessly in response. 

With a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead, Daniel got up and made his way to the bathroom. You snuggled further into Lando’s arms. 

“Let me clean you up,” Daniel said gently. You groaned but moved so Daniel could clean the drying cum from your stomach and the mess between your thighs. 

Daniel tossed the wet towel on the floor before crawling into bed on the side not occupied by Lando. Planting a sweet, loving kiss on your lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered before letting sleep consume you. 

When morning came around you were still wrapped in Daniel’s and Lando’s arms. Surprisingly, Daniel was already awake. 

“Good morning,” he whispered, his features soft from sleep.

“Mmmm,” you responded.

Daniel laughed as he kissed you. Gently biting your bottom lip. His hands running up your side. You moaned against his lips. Pressing your chest to his. His fingers trailed down your body until he reached your core. Slowly trailing over your clit. Brushing it but not giving you enough of what you wanted. 

“More, Danny,” you begged. Thrusting up in the hopes of getting more. 

“Started without me,” Lando whispered against your neck. 

You gasped, turning to look at Lando before pressing your lips to his. Delicately biting at your bottom lip. Before he began leaving a trail of gentle kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts. Licking and sucking at the soft mounds, adding to the marks that were left over from the night before. You weaved your fingers into his disheveled curly hair as he took your nipple in his mouth and his hand making sure the other got the same attention. 

Shallow moans tumbled from your mouth as Daniel finally inserted his fingers into you. Gently pumping in and out of you. The sounds of your wet heat broke through the hazy morning air. Daniel leaned down so his mouth was hovering over the nipple Lando was playing with, he flicked out his tongue to take Lando’s pointer finger in his mouth. Releasing it with a pop and a wink before taking your abandoned bud in his mouth. 

The sight alone was enough to have you writhing against the two of them as your orgasm racked over your body. 

Once the shocks of your orgasm stopped, Daniel and Lando kneeled beside you and took their cocks into their own hands. Slick with precum, they began stroking themselves with the desperate need to get off. And you got the pleasure of laying back and watching the two most gorgeous men you had the privilege of being with get off to you. 

Their muscles flexed with each stroke, their bottom lip tucked under their teeth, and their curls stuck to their forehead. With a groan, both men reached their peak and painted your chest with their cum. Daniel and Lando smiled down at you as their post-orgasm bliss hit. 

“A perfect way to wake up,” you giggled. 

Daniel and you hopped in the shower before Lando took his turn. Daniel lent Lando some clothes so he would not be seen walking the halls in last night's outfit. If you were being honest, seeing Lando in your boyfriend’s clothes was kind of hot. 

As you were finishing up your morning routine Lando stuck his head in the bathroom. 

“I am taking off,” he said, looking delicious in Daniel’s clothes. 

You dropped the moisturizer onto the counter and turned to fully face Lando. You walked over to where he stood and pulled him into a hug, kissing him as you did so. The moment was tender and full of unspoken words. You wanted to convey every emotion and feeling into the kiss. You were going to miss him. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, “have a safe flight.”

Lando smiled down at you. He kissed you one last time before he pulled away. 

“Until next time.”

“Until next time,” you repeated. 

As you returned to what you were doing. You heard Daniel and Lando say goodbye to one another though they will be flying to Mexico together. 

After the door closed Daniel made his way into the bathroom. He sat on the counter to finish watching you. 

“I cannot believe I have to go home,” you sighed. 

“I know, but we will see each other soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

Daniel gathered you into his arms. The love you felt for him was overwhelming and though it was going to be tough being away from him you knew he would return to you the moment he could. You will have this perfect weekend to keep you company until you can see him again.

Part 4

[mykneeshurt]

Hello! Can I please request a hc or little scenario of 141 reaction to y/n flashing 🍒 in middle of a argument?

Sfw/nsfw you choose, also I'm over 18 (just to guarantee 😅)

Thank you 🫶🏻

I’d flash 141 anytime, anywhere. Bra, no bra. This is NSFW ofc cause I’m a whore. With this scenario I have our drunk a rugby team before lmfao I’d try and out drink these gorgeous bastards too.

Walking down the hall in the barracks you heard raised voices coming from the rec room. They boys had invited you to join them for a few drinks after a successful mission. Soap and Prices voices were the loudest, with Gaz trying his best to settle the commotion. You rolled your eyes and laughed to yourself as you entered the room.

They were huddled round a table, you craned your neck to see what they were doing. You approached Ghost and placed a hand on his shoulder, ‘what’s wrong this time?’ You chuckled. Ghost led back in the chair and crossed his arms. ‘Soap is pissed Price beat him downing his pint. So naturally he’s kickin off.’ You laughed, the others still not having noticed your presence.

‘With all due respect sir, you fuckin cheated!’ Soap yelled, his face twisted with frustration. He was such a sore loser. ‘Soap I won fair and square and you know it!’ Price slurred, how long had they been drinking? You tried a few times to grab their attention with zero success. Gaz poured new pints and placed them back in the middle of the table.

Price and Soap hadn’t noticed, now throwing childish insults at each other. Ghost sat back enjoying the show, Gaz looked exasperated, when these two got going it was like herding cats. Again you tried to intervene, it was no use. Feeling pissed off at them eating into your drinking time you decided to go for shock value instead.

You placed yourself to the side of both of them, throwing a wink and Gaz and Ghost you lifted your top. Your plump breasts fully on show in your dark green lacy bra. You threw a loud whistle in for good measure as the two men finally stopped and whipped their heads round. Your breasts pushed against each other, your skin flawless and smooth. The dark green lace delicately decorated you, bringing their attention straight to you.

Soaps eyes almost fell out of his head, his mouth suddenly dry. Not often you could make the Scot speechless but you succeeded. He desperately licked at his lips trying to regain some moisture. He couldn’t even think of a witty remark, he went completely blank. They were just as perfect as he always thought they were.

Price quickly looked away but not before making a mental snapshot of your perfect plump tits. ‘Oh fuckin ell kid!’ He’d make great use of the image later when he was alone in the shower. The thought of his cock in between them, milking every last drop from him.

Gaz looked shy, bashful. But he couldn’t help but look mouth open. Drinking you in, he always thought you were attractive and may have had a tiny crush on you. But this? Christ he felt like a horny teenager seeing boobs for the first time.

Ghost, remained stoic, as per usual. His hand twitched against his knee, the only reaction he’d give you. But from where you were stood you couldn’t see his pupils blown out with complete lust. Little did you know he thought about you most nights, about how you’d feel beneath him. Fuck he wanted to mark your beautiful breasts and make them his own. He had to subtly relieve some of the pressure he felt building in his jeans.

Lowering your top you grabbed one of the pints on the table, downing it. Splashes of amber liquid fell onto your top, making the material cling to you. Outlining your breasts once more. You slammed the pint glass back on the table before flashing Soap a shit eating grin. Turning on your heel you blew a kiss to Ghost and Gaz, Gaz looked away instantly, Ghost held your gaze before muttering ‘fuckin hell.’

As you got to the door you flashed your eyes at Soap before biting your lip. Reaching down he necked the other pint, breathless he patted Price on the shoulder ‘don’t know about sir, but I think I’ve won here.’ He wiped the remaining lager from his lips before following you like a love sick puppy.

No one got much sleep that night, but they’d be liars if they said they didn’t get off to your sultry moans whilst picturing your tits bouncing on top of them.

[lavendermin]

PLEASE MORE TIPSY JING YUAN THOUGHTS IM STARTING

please please consider Jing Yuan not being one to get tipsy at all. But it’s more of a rare occasion indulgence he’s steadily leaned into. Just one of the benefits of a large estate to share with you.

A bottle of wine or two to share as you talk about everything and nothing at all. One glass in and he’s feeling lighter, shoulders relaxing from the stresses of the week as you shower him in affections surely missed due to his busy schedule.

By the third glass there’s a fuzzy feeling and you both already started getting handsy halfway through the second glass.

cw | nsfw, suggestive, alcohol, biting, pain kink if you squint

Jing Yuan is still mostly clothed albeit a little disheveled where your roaming hands have tugged at his shirt and wandered underneath to feel his bare skin. You’re in a less proper state with an oversized shirt of his thrown on and lacy lingerie underneath—just how he wants you on a lazy evening indoors.

You’re both all giggles as his wine-stained lips can hardly keep away from any patch of your bare skin for more than ten seconds. He’s pressing wet kisses to the heated skin, tongue licking a stripe before his teeth are sinking into a soft spot. It pulls a small yelp from you, a breathy moan, but he won’t stop. If anything it fuels him to continue—in a wine-induced trance.

And you can feel him grin against your skin with each squirm as he leaves a trail of hickeys and marks along your delicate skin. It’s as if his battle-scarred hands, rough and calloused, are enamored by the softness your body retains. Lovely and soft—with ample curves for him to poke and prod.

And bite.

And it’s that third glass that has him letting loose—biting down particularly hard on the soft flesh of your thigh. In your own daze you bite back a moan, mind dizzy at the tantalizing touches contrasting the discomfort of the bite. Your eyes trail down to see the little crescent shapes of his teeth marking your thigh. No blood, only promises that he’s on a path to tear you down later.

His teeth sink into more unmarred flesh. And again. And again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the discomfort confusing itself for pleasure. Perhaps he’s conditioning you to develop a pain kink. And, perhaps, you’d let him.

Lightly, you push his face away as he’s at your neck leaving new marks to bloom.

“How about I go get us more wine?”

And something… shifts as soon as your suggestion reaches him and your body moves away from him. His arms are tighter around your middle, golden eyes darker—almost a deep amber.

And his carefree smile is gone.

“You aren’t leaving. Stay.” His voice is low, steady. Commanding. It sends a shiver down your spine and electricity up every nerve ending.

It’s a feeling akin to a deer’s neck in the mouth of the lion. And for some reason (the alcohol and the very obvious sexual tension between you both right now), you love it.

Tipsy Jing Yuan is dangerously clingy in this state. Needs your skin on his as much as possible, wants to devour you whole. Longs to see you in discomfort in an achingly slow build-up, tears brimming your eyes from frustration only to be followed up with the most heart-wrenching affections. Lips on yours with the taste of wine and a quickening heartbeat beating harsh in your throat.

[b0ng05]

Pretty In Red - Amber Freeman

Smut MDNI 18+

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Word Count: 1630

Prompt: Amber Freeman comes home from her recent kill to find her girlfriend waiting for her with a pretty surprise.

Warnings: strap-on usage, fingering, oral, degradation, mentions of murder, lingerie.

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A quiet almost inaudible dripping sound echoed through the large bathroom. The main light buzzing as it sheds luminosity on the horrors below. The once white tiles of the floor stained and puddled with crimson. Walls and mirrors splattered with fresh blood that sprayed along it. The metal clunk of a knife hitting the tiles brought Amber from her haze where she stood admiring her art in depth. Each slash and stab articulately placed along the man’s body, almost perfect. A sense of pride filled her chest knowing she took out the guy who had the audacity to flirt with her girlfriend. A smirk pricked the corner of her lips as she pulled the mask back over her face and picked her favorite knife up from the tiles. The knife had been a gift from Y/n, who was waiting for her back home. Amber rushed out of the house and into an alleyway nearby where she had hid her backpack. Hiding behind a dumpster, she stuffs the costume into her bag, successfully concealing both the costume, knife, and effectively, her identity. Once she got home, she didn’t bother sneaking her way upstairs like she normally would. Knowing her parents were both out on business trips, she had no one to question her whereabouts except her girlfriend, who was already aware of her homicidal tendencies. As she opens her bedroom door, she’s met with the sight of Y/n laying on her bed, half-asleep as she watches an episode of Criminal Minds. Amber can’t help the smile that crawls up her lips, seeing her girl cozy in her bed was one of the best feelings in the world. A privilege that she was proud and honored to have.

“I missed you,” Y/n mumbled tiredly, outstretching her arms for Amber to come cuddle. Amber lets out a quiet chuckle, walking over to her closet to switch into sweatpants and a different shirt before crawling to bed next to her girlfriend. Amber lays on her back and pulls Y/n into her arms, laying the woman’s head on her chest, softly stroking her hair. “I missed you too,” Amber whispers, kissing her girlfriend’s forehead. “What took you so long?” Y/n asks, nuzzling her head into Amber’s neck. “Things didn’t exactly go to plan. But I took care of it.” Amber vaguely answers, softly rubbing small circles on the woman’s back as a means of distraction. Y/n placed a soft kiss on Amber’s neck, leaning into her embrace. Her hand subtly trailing under the hem of Amber’s shirt to caress her stomach. Craning her neck up, she presses her lips against Amber’s in a slow but passionate kiss. Amber’s hand trails down from the slope of her back under the blanket to grope at her girlfriend’s ass. Thinking she would be wearing the pajama shorts that she normally would to bed, but in place was a lacy feeling that had Amber smirking into the kiss as she gently flipped their positions, pinning the woman beneath her. As their lips separate, Amber tugs the blanket off the woman’s lower half, revealing a dark red set of lacy panties. Ones that Amber had picked out for her on a trip to the mall weeks ago. “What’s all this for~?” Amber teases, a hum of amusement in her tone as her finger slips beneath the waistband to snap it back against Y/n’s skin. The sensation of Amber’s fingers trailing her exposed skin as well as the nip of the cold air had her feeling more awake, and more aroused. “Well it was supposed to be a surprise for when you got home~” Y/n muses, a playful mood arising. Amber lets out a soft chuckle, leaning over the woman to kiss her neck, her tongue trailing up to her earlobe that she took between her teeth in a playful and gentle bite. “How about you take off your shirt and let me get a refresher on how pretty you look in that matching set?” She whispers before kissing her jaw and leaning back, looking at Y/n with expecting eyes and an hungry amused smirk. Y/n bites her lip as she sits up, pulling the shirt over her head, revealing the matching lacy red bra. Small lacy embroidery just barely hiding her nipples beneath, making Amber go feral at the sight. Her girl lying beneath her, in lingerie that she picked out, looking so desperate yet still so shy to the feeling of eyes feasting on her.

Amber reaches her hand beneath the woman’s back, “You look so fucking sexy baby, but I think we need this gone.” She whispers, kissing Y/n’s chest as she unclasps her bra with ease. Amber’s lips greedily kiss at the woman’s chest before wrapping around one of her nipples, sucking and swirling her tongue around the nub as her other hand toys at the other. Smirking at the whines and moans emitted from the woman beneath her. She kisses down the woman’s stomach right to the waistband of her panties. Her hands teasingly and slowing trailing Y/n’s thighs. Her tongue playfully jolts out, licking a slow swipe down to the edge of her panties. “You look so pretty in red, Y/n/n,” Amber smirks, letting her hand trail higher to the wet patch that grew in the lace panties. Her fingers run along the soaked fabric. Y/n lets out a whine at the teasing feeling. “T-thank you, Ambs,” She breathes through a soft moan. Amber lets out a breathy laugh as her eyes dilate, she leans down to kiss her hip before tugging her panties down her legs. Amber licks her lips she leans down, and licks a broad strip up Y/n’s wet cunt.

Y/n lets out a soft moan, her hand reaching down to push Amber’s hair out of her face. “Taste so fucking sweet, baby.” She hums out against Y/n’s clit, the vibrations making a shiver run up the woman’s spine. Her hand tightens around Amber’s dark locks as the woman wraps her lips around her clit, sucking and licking with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she stares up at Y/n. Amber’s other hand trails up Y/n’s thigh, slowly teasing her entrance with a finger. Y/n let’s out a whimper, “Please, Ambs,” She whines. Amber smirks, suddenly thrusting two fingers into the woman beneath her, smug as she writhes at her actions.``So pretty, baby~” Amber whispers, speeding up her fingers to match the pace her tongue had set. Y/n’s hips bucked up in pleasure, which Amber ends by holding her waist with her free hand. “F-feels so good, Ambs~” Y/n whines, her thighs twitching as she grows closer to her release. “Feels so good Ambs~” Amber mocks, her tone high as she mimics the woman’s moans before letting out a cruel laugh. Her fingers leave the woman’s pulsing walls. “You think I’m gonna let you come that easy?” Amber chuckles, flipping Y/n onto her hands and knees. Amber pushes Y/n’s face into a pillow, giving her a better view of the woman’s soaked cunt.

Amber bites her lip and spanks her ass, Y/n letting out a surprised whimper. “You’re getting my strap for being such a good fucking slut for me.” Amber leans over to the bedside table, grabbing out a large strap, one that Y/n hadn’t taken before. Amber secures the strap to herself, letting out a soft moan at the smaller dildo on the inside of the harness that slipped inside her. “I need you so bad, baby~” Y/n whines, arching her back to try and gain the woman’s attention back. “Oh you’re gonna have me baby.” Amber smirks, rubbing the tip of the cock along the woman’s slit. She slips into the other woman with ease, but slowing down as she gets close to the base. Y/n’s legs begin to shake as Amber goes impossibly deeper inside her. A heat in her stomach that desperately needed to be satiated. “Please baby~ Fuck me~” Y/n whines, pushing her hips back against Amber’s. “Good fucking slut.” Amber chuckles before speeding up her thrusts, angling her hips to hit spots that made the other woman's vision go fuzzy. The sound of the skin colliding, moans and grunts filled the room as the bed hit the wall. Amber’s hand showed no mercy on the woman’s ass as she spanked her, the sight of her red skin driving her into a frenzy. She goes faster as she feels a heat begin to build up in her own core. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Amber groans as she feels it get harder to thrust, but doesn’t let it deter her as she goes even faster. Y/n’s legs tremble as she feels herself on the edge of release. “Please~! Please let me cum~! I’ll be such a good girl for you~” Y/n blabbers, unaware of her words, only thinking about the pleasure that Amber was giving her.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, princess,” Amber grunts, feeling herself about to reach her own release. Amber speeds up her thrusts impossibly faster, Y/n cums around Amber’s strap with a loud cry of her name. Amber doesn’t stop, continuing to chase her own release, and with two more deep thrusts, she comes with a groan. She lays on top of Y/n, strap still buried in her cunt as she breathlessly kisses at the woman’s spine. Her hands softly soothing over the red handprint on the woman’s behind. “Round 2?” Amber whispers with a shameless smirk, reaching up to push the woman’s hair out of her face.

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Javi’s Playground✨

A/N: Ahhh I’ve been wanting to write a Javi one shot for a while, and I finally got the inspiration after listening to “Sex & Candy” by Marcy Playground. Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for helping me come up with a name and beta read so I didn’t chicken out and not post 😘 This is my first time writing Javi, so I’d like as much feedback as I can get 🥰 I tried my best with the Spanish translations.

Summary: Javi decides to blow off some steam at the strip club, but he doesn’t intend to attempt to take one of the dancers home with him.

Pairing: Javier Pena x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Tags: smut, flirting, Javi goes to a strip club, alcohol, smoking, unprotected p in v, oral, Narcos era, reader is a stripper, reader has long hair, switching POVs, some Spanish (translations at bottom of doc)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The glow of the amber lights swirl above his head as a crystal disco ball spins slowly, throwing its sparkly essence into the crowded strip club. This isn’t his normal place, Paradise Cove. It’s only a distraction, a secret alcove to let go of any thoughts of drug lords, innocent bloodshed, Pablo Escobar, or any traces of misery he’s been holding on to over the past treacherous year. This was a place for forgetting, relaxing the mind, indulging in mere fantasies he could only wish to grasp his torn hands around. So he’d drink, smoke, and indulge in beautiful women in peace on this lonely Friday evening. 

   The red walls are smeared with flecks of sparkles, and the atmosphere is bursting with energy and dim lighting. The cool glass of amber whiskey sits in his hand as he gulps down another swig, letting the burn coat his insides as he flicks the small lighter and lights up another Marlboro cigarette. He lets the smoke surround him, fogging his vision as he inhales the nicotine and lets it sit there dwindling around him in a blur. Just for a couple of seconds, just enough to take the edge off of his growing migraine. 

   He throws his head back and exhales, blowing the smoke out as the music changes over to a tune he knows. “Sex & Candy” by Marcy Playground starts to play from the blaring speakers, the song slowly slipping through his ears as he sits up just a little straighter in the black leather chair. 

   The crowd hollers when the next girl takes the stage, low whistles reverberating off the side mahogany tables as the volume of the music picks up. He doesn’t realize what they’re all making a fuss about until he looks up and sees you. The most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Esplendida. 

   You’re so radiant, the way you strut across the stage in your crystal clear stiletto high heels as you spin in slow motion, running your fingers through your thick, long curls as you look over your shoulder and flirt with the crowd. Your legs are so long, the curve of your thighs begging to be touched as you sway your hips side to side and get lost in the song.

   And then there she was, in platform double suede. Yeah, there she was. Like disco lemonade.

   He can’t help but grip the damp glass in his hands a little too tight as he spreads his legs wide and relaxes into the plush leather, his eyes glued to you as you slide down the pole gracefully. He wets his lips as his tongue glides across his bottom lip, his cigarette burning his flared nostrils as he oogles the way you please the crowd with every single move you make across the reflective stage. 

   He watches the way you push the swell of your breasts up with your delicate hands, eyes the tiny black lingerie set that barely covers your porcelain skin, assesses the way the lacy thong skims across the curve of your hips, and nearly drowns on his sip of bubbling whiskey as you bend down and show off the thick globes of your ass. 

   Javi sets the half empty glass of alcohol down beside him on the little sturdy table and grabs his denim clad knee as he sinks his nails into the fabric, trying to hold himself together as he listens to the track play through the massive club, watching the way you keep turning and finding his searing gaze. 

   I smell sex and candy here. Who’s that lounging in my chair? Who’s that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream. 

   His brown eyes blow wide every time you turn and wink his way, casually flirting as you flip your hair and bite your lower lip, sending him spiraling as he feels the blood rush to his cock in his tight jeans, feeling just how hard he is now as his thick cock presses into the metal of the zipper. It’s like you know what you’re doing, sparkling eyes penetrating his gaze as you flirtatiously bat your long mascara coated eyelashes and eye fuck him from the glowing stage, making sure he’s getting exactly what he came her for. To feel good, to indulge in his fantasies, to make him think you want him. But customers don’t get to take strippers home. That’s not how this business works, not how it’s supposed to run, unless… 

   You slide slowly down the metal pole, ending up on the floor of the lit up stage as you spread your legs wide and tease him just a little as you play with the straps of your panties and press your heels into the floor, giving him a view that just about takes him out. He leans his elbows against his knees, rakes a hand through his thick mustache as he groans into the palm of his hand while sweat sticks to his tanned forehead. 

   He loves the view that’s on display, loves the outline of your pussy as he swears he can see wetness pooling there in between your legs while you sit there and tease him with the biggest smirk on your face he’s ever seen in his life. Those red, plump lips, those glistening thighs that deserve to be kissed, that pulsing core that begs to be lapped up. He can see it now, you splayed out on his bed while he fucks you deep, bottoming out as you scream his name, claw at his tanned skin as you beg for more. He’d take care of you. God he would. And fuck does he want to. Desesperadamente. 

   He can feel the precum sliding against his thick length, can feel just how badly he wants to palm himself through his tight denim as he watches you fall apart on the stage before him. At this point he has no restraint, can barely sit here and watch as you start to crawl on your hands and knees toward him, hypnotizing eyes that lock on his as he leans forward and unfastens the black tie that clings to his button-up white collared shirt. 

   His eyebrows furrow, lips parting unbelievably as you curl your finger and beckon him to come to the side of the stage, your gaze flicking over his figure as he prays you don’t see the erection that’s begging for some kind of release that’d involve hands, or maybe a mouth, a warm tongue…

   He takes another drag of the sweet nicotine and pushes himself out of the leather chair, slowly trudging up to you as he lets his eyes trail generously over your perfect body. When he finally makes it over to the end of the glossy stage, he sees just how beautiful your eyes really are, eyes that were just eye fucking him seconds ago, eyes he’d love to gaze into while he cants his hips against yours roughly. Eyes he could lost in, swim in.

   You smirk his way, letting your hands run through your tousled curls as you flutter thick eyelashes up at him. He digs into the pit of his denim pocket and pulls out a crisp twenty dollar bill as he cautiously slides it inside the lace of your push-up bra, his fingertips grazing the edge of one of your perky breasts as he groans in response. Your skin is so soft, he thinks what you have underneath the lace will be even softer, divine, delicious. 

   You bite your bottom lip flirtatiously and play with the end of his loose tie, letting the silk slip through your fingertips as he watches in a blissed out daze. You could’ve chosen anyone to target, could’ve had attention from any of the sleazy men in this nightclub, but you chose him. The one with the flecks of honey eyes, the one that couldn’t keep his eyes off you for one second, the handsome stranger who must’ve been new to this place. 

   “You new here?” you ask curiously as you eye his stance, watching the way his eyes seem to light with burning fire every time he even dares to look your way. 

   “Been here once or twice before, but this is the first time I’m seeing you, hermosa.” He lets his dark eyes slide down your body, a smirk curling across his plush lips as he leans in closer, until you can smell the tinge of nicotine lacing through his taste buds. “You sure look good up on that stage, amar. Prettiest thing I’ve seen in a city like San Francisco.”

   “Oh? You like what you see?” you blush as you hang your legs off the end of the stage, just enough to brush his thighs as you feel how strong they are. 

   “Oh, I like what I see alright. Jodidamente perfecta.”

   You feel your cheeks burn bright red, feel your thighs clench up as you see how thick his fingers are, how dark and ravenous his eyes look, how hard he is underneath the fabric of his tight jeans. You don’t ever get this wound up about customers, but something about well dressed, smoldering men makes you want to lose all dignity and throw yourself at him. He must be so good in bed. With the way he’s staring at you, all hot and bothered, he may as well just carry you out of this club. Even if it’s technically against the rules. 

   “What’s your name, handsome?” you ask as you brush your heels against the side of his ankles and watch him tense up under your touch. 

   “Javier. Just call me Javi for short, though. And yours, hermosa?” You tell him your name, your real name, not your stripper name, even if that’s against the rules, too. You clearly don’t care about any fucking rules at this point. 

   “Ahh, that’s a gorgeous name. Telling me your real name, yeah? Aren’t you a little rule breaker,” he teases as he cocks up a thick eyebrow and slides his thumb over his lips as he brushes against his thick mustache. You wonder what it’d feel like with his mouth covering your core, his mustache brushing over your swollen clit as he licks and licks until you come apart on his large tongue. 

   You pull yourself out of ridiculous wet fantasies and watch the smoke fall off his tongue. “I live to break rules,” you tease as you pull him closer, catching the end of his black tie as he’s so close now that you can see the embers of brown flecks scatter across his dark eyes. He’s so handsome, you think you want to go home with him. 

   “That right, hermosa?” he asks as he takes another long drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke away from your face as that smug smirk still encases his playful teasing. 

   “That’s right,” you giggle as you gently curl your fingers over the wrist that holds the burning cigarette. 

   He watches you carefully, eyes full of trouble as he puffs out a breath and fills your nostrils with the stench of whiskey and nicotine. “What do you say, hermosa? Wanna take a tour of my bedroom tonight?”

   You carefully snag his lit cigarette from his outstretched hand and slide it in between your crimson lips, taking a slow drag of the cigarette as he watches you with dark, wide eyes and parted lips that shine with the gleam of amber colored whiskey. You gently blow out the smoke in his face and lean forward as you wrap your manicured fingers around his loosened tie. “You can give me money, yes, but what else? I have plenty of money. What is it that you want, handsome?”

   He grabs the cigarette from your open hand and takes a whiff of the nicotine, letting it blow right back into your face as you smell whiskey, smoke, and trouble fill your lungs.

   “Te deseo…” He says it slowly, meticulously like it’s the most sensual thing he’s ever said to a woman before. You don’t know what it means, but it damn sure sounds like you need to say yes. 

   Your eyebrows raise as you smile wide his way. “I don’t speak Spanish, handsome. But I think I want to say yes. Wanna indulge me in what exactly it is you want?”

   He takes another slow drag of his cigarette as he smirks your way. “I want you, hermosa. In my bed, underneath my body, so I can fuck you fast and hard. Wanna rip off that lace and devour your sweet pussy until I have you coming apart on my tongue. Wanna make love to the beauty that stole my heart away tonight.”

   Your breath hitches as you gasp out of breath, not realizing you clutched onto his leather belt and clenched your sticky thighs together as slick pools warmly in your lace. You should’ve known he was a handsome menace the first moment you saw him sitting there with his glass of cold whiskey and lit up cigarette. You should’ve fucking guessed. 

   His body is now too close to yours, chest pressed against yours as you stand shakily off the stage and feel just how bad he wants you through the fabric of his tight jeans. You can see that way his dark eyes flick over yours, feel the heavy breaths coming from his broad chest, smell the stench of trouble and nicotine lacing around your wrists as he slowly grabs a strand of hair and whispers your name into the shell of your ear. 

   It’s almost too much, almost enough to get you fired right on the spot until the music suddenly changes to a Rhianna song, signaling it was time for the next dancer to come out. You abruptly pull away from him as you feel the tension sit thick in the air, almost like a fog takes over and you can’t see anything clearly anymore. 

   It’s your time to go, to mingle with other clients, and he knows that, you can see it in the understanding of those big chocolate eyes that stare adamantly at you. You give him a flirtatious wave and brush up against his large arm as you whisper up to him, “I get off in an hour. Meet me in the back.”

   He watches you saunter off, half smiling as he realizes he got the girl. He never misses, almost never gets turned down, but this one he might want to see again. He can already tell he’ll want you to stick around, maybe even make you his. Maybe he won’t have to walk this lonely, overbearing life alone anymore. Maybe…. just maybe you’ll stay. Maybe he’ll let you stay. Maybe for a night, a month, a year, forever. 

   The smell of sweat covered bodies, vanilla scents of sensual movements and whiskey clad tongues fill the room as you move at a slow, passionate pace. His meaty hands and smooth tongue are everywhere, sliding down your neck, pulling your pebbled nipples into his warm mouth, and lapping thoroughly at the slick between your sticky thighs. 

   Your moans come in sync. Elated, deafening, ravenous every time he licks a thick stripe over your dripping core. He groans each time you rake your fingers through his mess of dark locks, your pleasurable moans filling the room every time he pulls your puffy clit into his mouth as his thick fingers curl up into the spongy walls that make you see blinding stars in your vision. He doesn’t stop even after the first time you come for him, spilling all your pent up slick as he laps up every single drop between your thighs. 

   He pulls out another mind blowing orgasm with his experienced tongue alone, and he doesn’t even give you a minute to breathe before he’s splitting you in two with the slick cock that fills you to the brim, bottoming out in you time and time again until you feel him everywhere in your system, like the nicotine and whiskey that fill his lungs night after lonely night. He licks into your mouth, his smooth tongue dancing along with yours until you can’t taste anything but the tang of neat whiskey and toxic nicotine that bleed into your bloodstream, tasting like sweet addiction and danger, a lover in disguise. 

   You’re already close again, almost spilling yourself around his thick cock as he bends your knees back and folds you like an acrobatic so you can feel him deep, rough every single time he snaps his hips against yours and buries his face into your neck with furrowed eyebrows as he sucks and bites against the base of your neck. 

   “Come for me again, hermosa. There you go, such a good fucking girl. Let me feel you again. Squeezing so tight around my fucking cock,” he growls as he guides his thumb down to your clit and starts to circle nice and slow, the pressure building in your spine as you start to let go. 

   “Javi,” you moan as you scratch your long nails down his bare back, clawing at his tanned skin every time he guides his slick cocks inside you, reaching that spongy spot that makes you plead and moan with every thrust of his hips. 

   “Attagirl, hermosa. Tan encantadora,” he pants as sweat covers his glistening forehead. Once, twice, three more tight circles on your bundle of nerves and you’re squeezing his cock, spilling yourself all over him as you moan loudly into his ear as he comes seconds after, throwing his head back as he groans with pleasure as thick ropes of white come paint your insides. 

   He topples over next to you in the damp, twisted sheets and pulls you against his broad chest while his free hand lights a cigarette up while he gets lost in the thick cloud of nicotine and musty sex. While he sucks on the addictive stick of nicotine, his dark eyes wade over you as his lips graze warmly over your sweat covered forehead. 

   “Did so good for me, hermosa. You wanna stay the night? I can get you all cleaned up in the morning, and we can go for breakfast. Maybe eat you out on the kitchen counter while I make you coffee. What do you say, hermosa?”

   You shift closer against his side, sliding your fingers over his glistening chest as his deep breaths fill the void in the spacious room. You flick your eyes up to him and study him, watching the way he inhales smoke and stares warmly down your way, like he’s in a lucid dream just watching the girl of his dreams. “You mean like… you want to keep seeing me? This wasn’t a one time thing?”

   His jaw goes slack as his lips parts open, putting the burning cigarette out on the pale blue ash tray on the edge of his mahogany nightstand. “That’s right, hermosa. A sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girl like you deserves more, and I want to give you that. If you’ll let me.”

   You take in his offer, your fingers threading through his as you crawl over him and graze your swollen red lips against his. “Okay then, Javi. Show me your world.”

   He cups the back of your neck and brings you down to his lips as he slots his tongue between your lipstick smeared lips, pulling you deep into him as you taste every shade of red he can paint you, coating you in desire you’ve only ever dreamed of. 

   He tasted like sex and candy, and you were just getting started. 

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Spanish Translations:

Hermosa - beautiful

Esplendida - gorgeous

desesperadamente - desperately

jodidamente perfecta - fucking perfect

Tan Encantadora - so lovely

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From DumeDoresArmy: For smutty Tuesday can I request high lord eris and his mate please ( either when he becomes high lord or just a peaceful afternoon your choice )

anything for my high lord eris bb, ANYTHING also this was SO CUTE AND FUN AND I LOVE IT

High Lord and Lady (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk

You were the very image of beauty. Eris made sure you were wearing the finest dresses, cloaked in the prettiest jewels, you wanted for nothing. After becoming High Lord, he was quick to name you High Lady, daring anyone to disagree as he personally put the crown on your head.

No one did, of course. Eris was terrifying enough without the title of High Lord, but now?

He was unstoppable.

The throne room erupted into applause when the two of you stood, your heads high as you smiled at your mate. It was finally over; the battle was won, and his father was six feet under. Well, he was actually charred to a crisp, but that was neither here nor there.

"It's time for the feast, my Lord." One of the advisors whispered to Eris, avoiding eye contact.

"Go ahead. I need to speak to my High Lady alone." He waved his hand dismissively, taking your hand and leading you to a side door by the thrones.

"But my Lord, your-" The advisor tries to call him but he quickly shuts up with a glare from Eris, gulping whatever words he still had to say. You looked behind you, watching as the music and party started without you, before a light tug brought you back to your mate.

"What's the matter?" You ask, watching him shut the door behind you. "I thought everything went well. Did you see something? Or someone?"

"Shhhh," Eris whispers, pushing you against the cool, mossy stone of the hallway. His hand cups over your mouth and your eyebrows furrow as you give him a quizzical look. "Everything is fine, my love."

"Then why are we back here and not out there?" You mumble through his hand, frowning.

"I had to pull you away...to admire you more closely," He smirks, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it down until you could feel his straining erection through his leathers. "Seeing you up there with this crown, dressed so refined, it took all of my strength not to take you right there in front of everyone."

Your eyes widen, and your breath catches as he grinds his hips against the front of your dress, his forehead dropping to touch yours as he groans quietly. It grew several degrees warmer as you try to shimmy out of your dress, wanting to feel his lips and the cool air against your skin.

However, a loud knock on the door makes the both of you jump as the advisor speaks through the door. He asks if everything is alright, to which Eris sends him away with a snappy response before those amber eyes turn back to you.

"We don't have much time..." You murmur, raising your hand to cup his jaw and trace his bottom lip. He regards you for a moment, fighting some battle inside his head, before he crashes his lips against yours.

"We have enough." He moans, biting down on your lip until you taste copper. "Take off your underwear. Now."

You don't hesitate, hiking up the skirt of your dress and sliding it down your legs. He watches as he undoes the laces of his pants, not bothering to take off his embroidered jacket or shirt. A giggle escapes your lips as you hold out the lacy fabric on one finger, dangling it in front of him teasingly.

Eris all but growls and pushes you back against the wall, your crown tilting slightly as he grabs your legs and wraps them around his hips. You moan when you feel the tip of his length rub against your folds, coating them in your slick that was getting more and more wet.

"I wonder what the other lords and ladies of the court would think if they saw you like this," He chuckles darkly, grabbing your face and squishing it between his fingers. "To see their High Lady taking her mate's cock, watching her beg for it."

"Please, Eris!" You moan, opening your mouth when his thumb presses against your still-bleeding lip. He groans when you start to suck on it and swirl your tongue around.

"Just like that, little fox," He praises, stilling his ruts so that he can line himself up to your hole. "Beg for it."

"Fuck, I need it. I need your cock so bad, High Lord." You mewl, watching as his demeanor changes over the title use. "Fuck me, use me, just please-"

You don't have time to finish the sentence as he thrusts into you in one go, stretching out painfully. It doesn't phase you, though; your body craves the pain with the pleasure as he starts fucking you carnally.

"Cry for me, my love. Let them hear you," Eris demands, his own crown falling forward as wisps of auburn hair fall out of their intricate braids. "Mother above, you're fucking perfect."

Moans and whines are all that you can vocalize as you wrap your arms around his neck for leverage, your pussy aching at the power of his thrusts. He was no better, his head forehead resting against yours once more as you watch each other come closer and closer to the edge.

Your hips go down just right and allow him to rub against your spot, your nails threatening to rip through his jacket as you scream. Eris grins, baring his teeth, as he focuses on hitting it over and over again. He plays your body like his favorite instrument, making you sing a song only he can compose.

The music and laughter come under the door, reminding the two of you where you were supposed to be, but this only spurs your mate on further.

"One day, I will fuck you on your throne," He growls, kissing you fiercely. "Have everyone watch how good you take my cock, how greedy your little pussy is for their High Lord. Would you like that, my love? To show everyone how you are mine and I am yours?"

"Y-yes!" You whimper, mouth hanging open as the coil in your lower abdomen starts to tighten.

"You may be their High Lady but deep down, deep down, you're just my little whore, aren't you?" Eris whispers into your ear, his hands falling to grab your hips bruisingly as he increases the speed.

"Fuck, yes!" You nod, your walls starting to flutter around his length. "Always yours, only yours, fuck Eris please I'm so close!"

"Good girl," He snarls, forcing you to look at him. "Good fucking girl. Cum all over my cock, my love. Make sure everyone hears you come undone."

It takes no further encouragement as you shout his name, your moans turning to cries as he fucks you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Your entire body shakes, your vision zeroing in on his face as you watch him follow you in bliss.

The pulsing of his cock as he paints your inner walls makes you groan, your name falling off of his lips like a prayer as he slams inside you two more times before stilling.

Both of you are struggling to catch your breath as you come down from your highs, your legs shaky as he slowly lowers you back to the ground. Eris watches as you try to get back to presentable, fixing your crown before turning to fix his as well.

You stop when he grasps your wrists, stopping you from stepping away and instead pulling you into his chest.

"I love you, my High Lady." Eris smiles, a genuine one that makes your heart stop.

"I love you too, my High Lord," You raise up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, straightening out his jacket. "But feel free to treat me like your whore anytime."

Eris laughs boisterously, grabbing you and kissing you once more before the advisor starts feverishly knocking again.

"In a minute!" You both call out, giggling at the frustrated huff on the other side.

[violetpixiedust]

thinking about innocent angelic!reader being a risqué burlesque dancer, and catching the attention of billy. (mdni) (pt. 2) ౨ৎ

the bar is stifling, as cowboys, coal miners, and married men alike fill the wooden walls with cigar smoke and pungent whisky breath, thick and heavy amidst the humid air. jesse’s already pulling billy closer to the front of the stage with his bruised hand clasped along the younger man’s shoulder, knocking past gorging men too drunk to spit out a threat or chance them a second glance.

the tinny music starts up just as the pair find a good view point. billy glances around stoically from beneath the dark brim of his hat as the men around him practically hop out of their wooden seats, cheering and yelling at the empty stage as if the beheading of a rebel were about to occur. it isn’t until you come out that he realizes the validity of their reactions.

your soft hair reflects against the warm amber oil lamps above you. it’s done up in an intricate hairdo, littered with silk bows and pearls, royal. billy let’s his cobalt eyes drag down your angelic figure, eyeing the lacy little corset dress that hugged your waist. complete with spaghetti straps and a minuscule hem that left the petal soft skin of your arms and legs bare, save for your knee length stockings. he felt a white hot light burn within his core, releasing a hushed, but pitiful breath at the sight of your near naked frame prancing around the stage.

your glossy smile was bright, framed with a darker shade along your cupid’s bow, emphasizing to the lone cowboy just how plump your lips were. you seemed excited, happy even, but there was a light behind your eyes that grew dimmer with each foul remark spit your way, each taunt, each coin tossed at your heeled mary janes. you longed to be on the big stage. you wanted to preform for artists, you wanted to be in the pictures-

your set is nearly finished. you twirl, just like a ballerina figurine trapped within the confines of a music box. with every spot of your turns you see a handsome man dressed in deep indigo, holster on his hip, hat tilted, hypnotic eyes watching your every move from behind his glass of whisky. he’s oddly quiet, however his chapped lips are parted, revealing that not even he is immune to your siren song. you can’t take your eyes off of him once you regain your footing, neglecting your big sign off to unravel the baby pink ribbon that previously sat in a bow around your neck. the crowd grows cruder at your actions, but you, unknowing to the bigger picture, only point to the outlaw in two counties that the townsfolk call “billy”. his lips form into a subtle smirk, only widening when his blonde friend pushes him forward teasingly, half finished drink handed off to one of the many drunks in the now jealous crowd.

he trots over to you easily, following the manicured call of your curled pointer finger. you’re stood at the edge of the stage, bent over to meet his eye-line. he’s even prettier up close, you think, with your ever softening doe eyes. sun kissed skin stained with dirt and sweat, complimented by a strong bone structure. brunette locks that curl out from beneath his hat, matching eyelashes that frame his darkening eyes as they gaze at you. you giggle softly, a shy, tinkling sound that has billy fighting back his grin. as quickly as you can, you tie your ribbon around his large wrist. a wave of heat rushes through every avenue of your body as you note the size difference of your hands, leaving you tingly and warm. despite being a burlesque dancer, you weren’t the most experienced- besides one or two men who found themselves in the boarding house a bit ago, but you knew lots of tricks from your burlesque sisters, and you were eager to put them to good use with the handsome stranger in front of you- if he would let you.

billy’s heady gaze drops towards your lips as you place a sticky kiss along the corner of his mouth, just catching the prickle of his stubble. you can feel billy’s breath hitch ever so slightly, as the salty taste of his skin causes your long eyelashes to flutter. “meet me backstage after the show. please?” he all but nods at your pleading, letting his usually rough hand brush a loose lock behind your ear as gently as he could. with a good southern-natured tilt of his hat and rosy cheeks, billy gives you a crooked smile that you couldn’t help but flush at.

“yes, m’am.”

[safirefire]

You’ll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey

When it comes to books written by comedians I guess I’m only doing audiobooks from now on between this and Leslie Fucking Jones there is something extra great about listening. There are a lot of photos I missed out on according to the narration but I got to hear Amber Ruffin sing a parody of Mulan’s Reflection which was incredible. I know she’s a writer on Seth Meyer’s show and he has been insufferable about Israel but she does not delve into details about that show it’s mostly stories from her and her sister, Lacey Lamar’s, lives and it’s always worth hearing the stories of Black women in America. Here are two of my favorite quotes from the book:

After explaining the rationale behind capitalizing the “B” when referencing Black people- “Does that make sense? Just kidding I don’t care.”

“If you wanna share your opinions with me on this, please write down all your thoughts on a paper airplane and throw it out your window”

link to book and summary from images above

[ladybirdswritings]

Silken Webs & Pirouettes - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary - Miguel has plotted the entirety of his adult life to perfection, always in control and always respected. He owns a successful business that he buries himself in to forget what he left behind. People fear him, women throw themselves at him. Yet one thing remains strong for Miguel, order. When a clumsy little ballerina twirls into his life with no skills other than looking pretty and standing on her tip toes, Miguel is in for more than just pink ribbons and flushed cheeks. Alternate Universe with most of the characters included as seen in "Across the Spiderverse." Many cameos ahead. Miguel is a successful business owner but personality is canon. This is a steamy reader insert, Miguel x You! Enjoy and pls leave me lots of love and comments as it keeps me motivated <333

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“Good, now turn.”

The strawberry blonde with bevelled locks complies, adorned in curled tresses and lilac cloth. It inches just below her bum. A twirling starlet for his hungry eyes. She catches them in a quick glance as she rounds her turn. Oh... Never mind then, they're unimpressed. She halts.

"Did I tell you to stop?" His voice is firm, cold, devoid of any sweetness like the warm and awfully bitter joe her father drinks this time of year when the ground is colored cream and the snowfall kisses flushed cheeks. The southern drawl peeks through her sweet, mousy little voice to greet the man before her. The suit he wears today is far too tiny for the muscles laced into is carmel skin, just like the rest of the ones stuffing his closet full.

"Well no but... I only did cause I can tell you don't like it."

He raises a sharp brow, fingertip scratching at the fresh stubble greeting his skin.

"You're right. I don't... but that doesn't mean I gave you permission to stop."

Lacy turns red, and yet the doll gives him another turn immediately. His eyes fall upon her bum. It's small and shaped prettily. Petite like the rest of her. But this lilac, ribbon clad number isn't pretty like her. Not to his eyes.

"You look like a slut."

Miguel is bold with his words, never once allowing his brain a second to gloss them over with second thought. Pretty, poor little Lacy gulps. She is flushed again.

"Well ain't that how you like me to look?"

He stares for a moment, tapping his index against his chin. He blinks slow, and assess her words for a moment. Then he stands, no- he towers rather over her small frame. She would cower if it wouldn't make her look so pathetic in front of the man she loves. He walks closer, words lacing each step he takes.

"Men like to imagine what's underneath. Like a Christmas present, Lacy. No one gets excited when it’s already been torn open... unwrapped.”

She gulps, icy blue eyes raising to meet his as he finally reaches her. A warm hand, even in December's icy clutches, meets her face. So gentle for a man so rough with her in silken sheets. It's why, of course. Why she loves him, a thing he can never know. He would kick her to the curb, and that's even scarier than keeping it a treasured little secret for her and her alone. She knows this because of Amber, the auburn haired girl and Rowan... the other blonde. Only three of the dozens that whispered those dreadful three words and got kicked to the concrete curb. It's just sex, that's all it is and ever allowed to be. That's what he told them all from the beginning, so they should know better.

Yet even through following these cruel rules, smart, sexy lacy adorned in lilac knows much better. She pouts, pink lip fighting not to quiver at the thought clutching her frozen and cold. His thumb gently strokes her alabaster cheek, and she whispers.

"You're growin' tired of me, ain't you?" She whispers it like it's the most heinous thing a human could say. His silence, the gentle exhale of breath that she hears just above the mandatory office Christmas playlist humming very quietly behind his oak door, to his dismay of course, all of it confirms her deep rooted fear. But maybe? He parts his lips to speak, her hope sprouts like springtime flowers in snow. But then?

"Sir, excuse me but this is urgent."

He stares at his pathetic little Lacy for a moment longer, eyes still pouring into hers as he responds to the pencil skirt peeking through the oak.

"What is it, Cindy?"

She pauses, "Sir, Javi had to leave due to an unfortunate family emergency."

Lacy's eyes drop, another moment longer of this torture and she's certain to start watering up. The dormant space between his eyebrows is pinched, almost pitiful looking. Yet his thumb still grazes her soft skin. So capable of focusing on his torn open present and the pencil skirt all at once.

"Okay?" He sounds annoyed, and he is.

"Sir, he was set to interview the new hire today. She's been waiting downstairs for about an hour."

He lets out another breath, sharper and more poisoned with undeniable annoyance. His hand drops from Lacy now.

"Then have one of my many other capable employees get the job done, Miss Moon. It can't be that difficult."

She winces, staring at her cautious reflection in his shiny tiles.

"Sir, tonight is the company's annual white elephant, remember? Morale? Miss Drew is hosting?"

He hates this time of year, truly and utterly despises it. And stupid little Cindy Moon? He hates her too, right now. His index and thumb lift to pinch at the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Then tell the hire to go find another place to work. We don't need any more useless hands around here."

Cindy frowns at that.

"Sir, with all due respect, we really could use extra hands around here... s-she's been waiting for an hour and it's the holiday season, she left twenty voicemails in the past week alone. Besides, after Daily Bugle's smear campaign about the lack of morale here, we would be stupid to make more enemies for them to put under the spotlight."

He hates her more now, because she's right. Lacy's head is still bowed but her peripheral is engullphed by emptiness once Miguel leaves her, collapsing onto the Italian leather throne tucked away in is desk.

"The stupid music and blue elephant wasn't enough, huh?"

Cindy Moon, she is payed enough for this of course, yet she is still frowning nonetheless.

"S' white elephant..." she cautiously corrects in a near silent whisper. His chocolate eyes narrow as he looks upon the girl. Her rapunzel-like, jet black hair tied up in a neat bun atop her head.

A moment passes, then another. Her horribly true words echo in his mind on repeat until he finally gives in.

"Send her up in five, I'll handle it. Get Lacy's coat, have someone escort her to her car."

If strawberry Lacy's frown could be any more prominent, it would. Yet that doesn't seem possible. He ignores her well, stacking his scattered papers into a neat pile and shaking his head as Cindy leads Lacy out.

Then? He waits for the mystery girl waiting anxiously downstairs... you.

chap 1 song 🎧 :

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your alpha gangster claims you

General Plot: You are a humble omega working in a bar and are kidnapped by an alpha!

I just wanted to do some alpha and omega smut and it's my birthday...so here ya go

Alpha (Jude) x omega female reader

Word Count: 2k

W: noncon/dubcon, alpha/omega dynamic, size difference, nsfw monster smut, some vague violence and choking, knotting and biting

You huddled behind the bar whimpering as you covered your head. Around you guns popped and bottles burst into splashes of the fluid inside. Maybe you were screaming, maybe not, but at some point it became silent. Only your breathing seemed to echo in the room.

You gasped, panting into your knees. This wasn’t something you were used to. You were just a waitress at your uncle’s bar, an omega who no one paid any attention to most of the time. He’d gone out for some supplies, leaving you alone to watch the place. Clutching your chest you heard the heavy crunch of footsteps approach you. 

“Poor little omega is terrified, I can smell you from here,” a deep voice said, deeper than a beta’s voice…an alpha. 

You gulped and tried to make yourself small, shivering. There was nothing you could do. The horror and shock from the shooting were forcing your body to produce omega pheromones, calling an alpha to come claim and protect you. Your scent was strong and sweet, filling the destroyed bar. 

You’d been polishing glasses, keeping an eye on your one table a handful of guys who were talking quietly just a few minutes ago. Suddenly, someone, you hadn’t had time to see who, burst through the doors and started shooting. You’d ducked behind the counter and that’s where you were when the alpha’s form loomed over you, his eyes glowing, backlit by the bar lights. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took him in. He was huge, as all alphas were, eight feet tall and wide, with big teeth that barely fit in his mouth, sharper than a betas. He was dressed in a suit that must have been custom made to fit his enormous body. Dark hair fell into gold eyes. 

He holstered the smoking gun he was carrying and crouched down to look at you. His thick fingers roamed over your sweaty cheek and he drew them back tasting you. He smirked. 

You’d been sheltered from alphas coming from a poor but genuine family of betas, who loved you. They hadn’t sold you to one of them as most parents did when their child’s undesirable omega traits emerged and they kindly kept you hidden away when you were most vulnerable to kidnapping. 

This alpha was the first one you’d seen up close. You whimpered, overwhelmed by the musk he was putting off. It smelled strangely pleasant, but the familiarity scared you. He was a stranger. He shouldn’t be touching you. Your cheeks flooded with color as slick poured from your pussy, responding to his pheromones. He drew in a heavy breath and smiled. 

“You smell good little omega,” he purred, hoisting you up like you were luggage under his arm. 

“W-wait! W-what are you doing?” you howled.

He frowned. 

“This will be easier if you are quiet,” he hissed, his forearm locking around your neck. 

You gasped for a breath that would never come until spots formed in front of your eyes, bleeding together to black.

—

You woke up rubbing your cheek on something warm and soft. Looking around you found you were in a nest. Not your nest at home, full of your childhood blankets, but a nice one, to say the least. You were surrounded by soft blankets with designer logos on them, fluffy pillows, and stuffed animals. 

You hopped up to your knees to find two things. One you were chained to the wall by a collar that looped around your neck. Two, you were wearing lacy white lingerie that was more expensive than anything you could ever afford. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” the deep voice of the alpha said. 

In a streak of sunlight he sat in a chair in front of the window, smoking a cigar and spinning some amber liquid in a stout glass. Shadows from the still early morning cast his face in stark relief making him look even more monstrous. 

“W-where a-am I?” you stammered, “W-what’s going on?” 

He smiled at you and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs. 

“I’m making you mine, angel,” you said, smirking, “I’ve never seen such a pretty little omega in my life…as for where…you don’t really need to know that. You’re somewhere safe.” 

You squealed. 

“B-but you- y-you’re…” you sputtered, not really sure what you were trying to say. 

“But I’m a gangster?” he laughed, standing up and crossing the room to you. 

You tried to squirm away from him, his scent invading the safety of your new nest. He crouched down and pulled your chin between his fingers, gathering the drink and the cigar in the other hand. The smell of cigar smoke mingled with his smell.

“That only means I can protect my little pet like no one else can, the name’s Jude” he said, smirking at you, “what’s yours or should I just call you angel?” 

“(Y/N),” you stammered.

He got up, putting his burden down on a side table and started to slowly undress, his fingers surprisingly nimbly removing his gun holster and unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. You watched in awe as he revealed his rippling muscled body, your cheeks pinkening and slick dampening the little panties you were in. He sniffed the air and bared his big, sharp teeth while he shucked off his pants. You felt your skin heat, starting to burn as his pheromones sunk into it, the extended exposure triggering your heat. 

“Are you getting ready for me, angel?” he cooed, stalking across the room towards you, his massive erect cock bobbing in front of him, “are you gonna take my knot and my bite like a good little girl?” 

You tried to scurry away, but he was on you like a panther, pushing you down into the soft floor of your nest. You whimpered and trembled underneath him as he sniffed you, aroused by your omega scent, but not just any omega scent. His omega was shaking underneath him and that made his cock painfully hard. 

“Sh, sh, sh,” he soothed you, petting your hair, “you were made for this, angel.” 

Kissing you, he forced his tongue past your lips, possessing your mouth. You tasted him, bourbon and tobacco, a bit sweet on your palette. His kiss was wet and possessive, making you take him, forcing your tongue to respond to his. 

He jerked away from you and pushed your head into the pillows, propping your ass in the air, so he could bury his face in it, drawing a squall out of you. 

“Mmmm,” he grunted, inhaling you and dragging a long lick over your pussy at the same time. You felt his thick fingers prod your puffy lips, shoving the flimsy fabric of your panties to the side as he explored you with the tip of his tongue. You moaned and whimpered into the pillows, shuddering under his touch. 

“That’s it. Cry for me,” he said into your pussy, his deep voice carrying. 

That’s just what you did as his fiendish tongue flicked over your clit until you were sobbing in an orgasm. Pleased your pussy was sopping, he shoved two large fingers in, pumping you mercilessly to stretch you open. 

“You’re tight, angel,” he purred, “but you’ll take it.” 

You screamed at the rough invasion, whimpering as his big hand found your breast and he kneaded it. He was hovering over you, his massive form making a cave over your body. He was so much, his scent in your space and your nose, all over you. His pheromones made you dizzy and sensitive, producing more and more slick as you prepared to be bred. 

He pulled the cup of your bra away from your nipple tugging at it, while he fingered you open. You sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body and mind were grinding against each other. Your biology wanted it.You needed to be marked, knotted, and bred by a strong alpha, but your mind was aware you were chained to a nest, who knows where and you were scared. 

Your biology won as you felt his cock nudge your entrance. Slick streamed out of your pussy, leaking down your thighs. He didn’t give your virgin cunt any mercy, roughly thrusting inside and rutting you with a fierce pace. All you could do was scream and drool as your body was savagely jerked down on his cock over and over again. Holding you by your tits, he used you, making your tender core his playtoy. Your fingers scrabbled hopelessly on the blankets, trying to ground yourself, but there was nothing you could do. He was strong and large, throwing you around like a doll.  

“You’re gonna take my knot, angel,” he grunted as you felt it swelling at the base of his cock. 

You tried to wriggle away, but it was no use and your body was made for this. You wailed as he forced it inside, fucking you with it, in and out, before it got too big to be used to torture your little entrance. 

“I-I- can’t!” you gasped, sure it wouldn’t fit inside of you. 

“Yes, you can, my love,” he purred, kissing your wet cheeks gently, “you can take it.” 

Finally, he jammed it in, painting your womb with cum and roaring his dominance. 

The swollen knot was thrust deep inside of you making you moan and cry, your eyes crossing from being so full. You were barely aware of him dragging your neck bare by the collar around it and clamping his teeth down on the spot where it joined with your shoulder. You screamed at the wild orgasm that overtook you, clouding your vision. Your omega body knew this was right and was rewarding you. You were supposed to be bitten, knotted, and claimed. He rocked his knot inside of you, his cock still hard, unlatching his teeth from you. Your brain was so close to shattering you didn’t even feel the pain of the bite. 

His thick fingers found their way to your clit and one pulled the hood back and circled the tender nub. 

“N-no, n-no,” you whimpered, not sure you could take anymore, but his other fingers found your nipple and he played with you like an instrument he was tuning all the while rocking his knot inside of you. 

You exploded in a squirt of slick and a scream, your cunt clenching down around it and forcing more of his cum deep past your cervix. He gasped into your ear at the pleasure of being milked. 

“Good girl, I told you, you could do it,” he cooed and you couldn’t help but preen at his praise. This was right. You’d been claimed and knotted. At that moment his cum was sealed inside you where it should be. You went slack against him, purring, his scent finally blending with yours in an appealing musk that perfumed your new nest. 

“I’m going to take good care of you, angel,” he whispered as he got comfortable with you spooned beneath him, his knot linking you together. 

He pulled your sleepy head up to him to look at you. 

“You have two choices,” he told you, his voice a commanding baritone, “you can stay chained in this nest like a fuck doll if you want to be a bad little omega or you can stand by my side as my woman and be treated like a princess, which will it be?” 

You hummed with exhaustion and surrender. 

“I’ll be a good girl,” you agreed quietly and he smirked, leaning down and covering your lips with his. 

“I figured as much,” he said smugly, petting you as he finally let you rest and drift off to sleep.