#sageispunk

[sageispunk]

anointed (18+)

pairing: Terry Richmond x black!reader

wordcount: 900+ (just a lil drabble)

warnings: this is just smut rlly, pre-established relationship, oral sex--kinda (f receiving), lots and lots of teasing, this pic because like.....

thinking about…

Terry using his big hands to pull you up onto his face, not even caring that your black lace panties were still on. He inhales, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in your scent. A mix of vanilla oil and your natural musky scent sends a shiver down his spine. A growl of approval. His eyes stare up into yours, watching you pant, growing needier by the second. Skilled thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh right above your hips, drawing circles to get you all riled up. 

He tugs you down until your clothed cunt kisses his soft, pink lips. You whimper, barely able to take the stimulation of his warm breath against your core, never mind his touch. As if he could read your mind, Terry puckers his lips and leaves a firm kiss, right above your clit. Your body jolts up, subconsciously wanting a break from the stimulation. Terry smirks, strong hands keeping you planted still above him. 

He leaves more kisses, slow, soft, passionate kisses. Like he was making love to another you down there. It had you hot. Especially with those sounds he was making, smacking and groaning against your panties, like a hungry animal getting its first meal in a week. He was savoring you. Savoring your taste. 

You whine and watch, stuck in a limbo of wanting more but needing a rest. Your hips didn’t know if they wanted to go up or down, instead settling for a lazy circle above his face. “Terry…p-please…” 

His precious eyes meet yours, a reflection of the most beautiful storm-filled skies. With a final kiss on the fabric, he sets you down to rest on his upper chest. Your right hand flies to his cheek, caressing the smooth skin there. Your eyes are full of awe, mixed in with a few handfuls of lust, matching his. “Please what?”

You know he’s serious when his eyebrows raise up at you, expecting a full, verbal response. You pout, wanting him to just give you what you need, because you know he knows. Terry knows that you just want his tongue buried in your sopping pussy, or his lips wrapped around your throbbing clit, pulling every drop of juice from your body– and because he knows, he’s not gonna give it to you until you’re begging for it.

You whine, not wanting to give into what he wants so easily, although your hips did not falter in their movements. Tracing a lascivious circle with your eyes low and bottom lip puckered out. He realizes that you don’t plan on speaking up, and opts instead for another route. 

In a second, you are back above his face, this time though he pulls you down into him. His nose and lips are buried in the soaked black lace protecting your pussy, nearly inhaling you through the material. You watch, mouth wide open as he eats you with your panties on.  

Terry’s big warm tongue flicks back and forth on the fabric,  mimicking the same exact patterns he would use on you any other time. The sensation is new to you, feeling like relief and torture at the same time. Your eyes squint down at him, eyebrows bunched up, wondering why the hell he was doing this to you, why he couldn’t just let you have what you wanted–what you needed. 

“Terryyy, fuck!! I’m– pleaseee..” 

He groans in response, eyes closed, a rough grumble vibrating through his chest and straight into your pussy. His calloused fingers tightly grasp your waist, keeping you firmly planted and allowing you absolutely no room to run from his teasing. 

Your cries and pleas went ignored, as Terry was much more focused on sucking every drop of moisture from your panties. You fall forward, hands and forehead resting against the cushioned headboard. “Terry, pleaseeee, I need you..” More kisses, wet and suctioned, you could hear them even through all your whining, and it doubled your neediness. 

“Just take them offff!!” 

Terry smiles against your warmth, more than happy to hear your needy voice finally cry out those words. He knew you would, sooner or later, and he didn’t mind waiting and putting his own relief on the back burner in order to get you there. 

With a firm slap to your ass, he lifts you off, quickly coming up and behind you. He pushes you down, hands on your waist while his thumbs press into that dimpled arch in your back. Terry spreads you apart, biting his lip as he sees how drenched and sticky your panties have become. He bends down, hands sliding back to your ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them, watching the way your pussy lips threaten to eat up the fabric. 

“This shit is so fuckin’ sexy, baby, what the fuck?” He groans out, dick twitching and surely creating a wet spot in his grey briefs. It strains against the cotton as hips grind up into the air.

You push your own hips back, far past tired of his teasing. “Daddy, pleaseee, stop playin–” Your whines are cut off, choked back into your throat as he rips the lace apart, exposing your molten core to the seemingly chilled air. Your essence drips down, slicking your inner thighs– the view reminded Terry of a fresh, warm, homemade honey bun, right out the oven. And there was nothing he was more hungry for at this very moment. 

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[sageisdark]

sweet dreams (pt. 1)

↳ when he finally gets his hands on you.... (18+)

pairing: Gus Fring x reader

wordcount: 500+

warnings: reader has a vagina; hints of drugging, intox, somno, bondage, blindfold, dubcon, nipple play, teasing, reader has a bush & a big clit, petnames "darling" and "sweetheart" used, Gus refers to himself as "Papa"

“Shhh darling, I’ve got you now…"

Whispers echoed above you, the darkness covering your eyes may have clouded your sight but you could still feel. Your nude body was exposed to the cold air, goosebumps traveling across every inch of your skin. Your nipples were painfully erect, sensitive and throbbing for more sensation. You were spread apart, with your limbs tied to each of the corners of the bed. Deft fingers crawled over you, exploring, wandering, while he murmured sweet praises under his breath. The voice was unfamiliar, but he moved around your body as if he’d been here before, touching you in spots that only you knew of, causing you to wriggle and squirm underneath his grasp. 

You were still half-asleep, a heavy drowsiness seeping into your bones. Everything was fuzzy. Memory didn’t serve you here, it didn’t allow you to recall the time, the day, the last thing you did, who this was touching you….

“What is…?” Your question became lost in a gasp, your back immediately arching off the bed as you felt a wet, warm mouth latch onto your breast. A tongue skillfully swirled around your nipple before exploring the patterns written into your areolas. You cried out at the feeling, flashes of lightning striking inside from your nipple straight down to your cunt. 

It was as though he wanted you to beg, to plead for more. He didn’t dare to move to your other nipple, no matter how hard you writhed in his hold, eager to use your own fingers to pinch and pull at the tender nub. The stirring deep within your belly grew increasingly intense as time passed, your toes curled and bottom lip sore from biting it so hard. 

The mouth on your nipple loudly released itself, leaving your tit wet and marked with gooseflesh. Suddenly, you felt a gust of cold air directly hitting your breast, the wetness making the fire burn so much hotter in you. Your cunt throbbed in your panties, already so wet that you could feel the lace sticking to your swollen lips. Desperate hips jerked up, blindly searching for the source of relief above you, your clit poking a slight tent as it grew. 

A kiss on your clothed cunt had you nearly losing your mind, especially when he paused, taking a few moments to deeply take in your scent. A warm, musky smell emanated from your pussy and it seemed to be his favorite thing. With each inhale taken, you could feel the heat of his exhales against you, further warming and loosening you up. Fingers pulled your panties down your body, taking them off to reveal your bushy cunt, the thick, curly brown hair grown out as if you were one of those 70s dirty magazine vixens. Your big clit pulsed in the air, now unknowingly being ogled by the man kneeling in between your legs. Hands landed on your waist, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.

“Relax, sweetheart…Papa’s got you, I’ve got you.”

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[notapradagurl7]

Hi, boo! Can you write something along the lines of reader being a little insecure from gaining a little happy weight and Kelvin assures and shows her that he still loves her and very much still wants to fuck her through the mattress? 😩😭

More Than Words.

Black Fem! Reader x Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Summary: See Ask. You’ve been feeling insecure about gaining a little happy weight, you walk into the kitchen and your man Kelvin cooks breakfast and noticed your mood, he begins to assure you, show you that he loves you very much, probably more than you loved him, still wants to fuck you through the mattress.

A/N: Yes I can lovely anon! Here you hope you enjoy! ❤️ don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! Ask and you will receive 🫡

Warnings: dirty talk, praise, reader being insecure, nasty!Kelvin, words of affirmation, slight self-esteem issue, pet names, Kelvin literally fucking the reader through the mattress, cursing, filth, vivid imagery including words, unhinged Kelvin, nipple play, size kink, rough yet passionate sex, unprotected sex, kissing, Kelvin being so smitten for the reader, aftercare

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The warmth of the morning light kissed your dark brown skin while your deep brown eyes gazed at the full-length mirror where you stood in front of, it hung on the wall painted in a soothing leafy green hue, reminded you of quiet nature and the smell of breakfast food wafted through your nostrils. Your sanctuary became the bedroom for the past weeks, and your weight gain dawned on you recently.

It's been a lackluster loop of work and home, as you kept looking in the mirror before you left. The blankets became your safety from the world outside, and the reflection staring back at you was a stranger. Someone you didn't even recognize.

You tugged at your oversized shirt, wishing it could somehow hide the insecurities gnawing at you.

It was a beautiful yet lazy Sunday morning and you woke up early from another intrusive thought about your weight.

Your mind was both a pleasant and a troubling space; initially, it felt like a vibrant warm sunny day filled with red roses and the sound of chirping birds, but then it transformed into a dark rainstorm with a tornado swirling through your room.

But sometimes you forget that you were in control of what goes on in and goes out your mind, you were the empress of your own castle. What focused on, became a hot topic in your mind. You were still learning to not overthink, then it would be everything to you when it’s not.

A tumultuous grey thunderstorm was forming in the depths of your mind, with raindrops landing on your brain, each causing tears to spill from your eyes, flowing down your cheeks like salty cascades.

But all you could focus on was the way your curves had shifted, the way your body had changed. The slight curve of your hips, the fullness of your thighs softly jiggled with each step, and you inhaled sharply. Stench marks laced on your brown skin similar to tiger stripes, each one with a different pattern.

A part of you wished to retreat under the covers and escape from the world and its harsh criticisms of the unrealistic beauty ideals. You knew you were beautiful, but today, you didn't.

Escaping the confines of the room and distancing yourself from the mirror became increasingly necessary as your thoughts spiraled Into a messy whirlwind, It felt nearly unbearable, prompting you to leave swiftly with a determined resolve, giving you a sense of relief.

As you entered the kitchen, you found him standing at the stove, his back to you, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The muscles in his back flexed as he flipped the bacon, and your heart raced.

There was Kelvin, looking incredibly handsome as he prepared breakfast for both of you; even during your toughest times, he could lift your spirits and was a shining light in your darkest days.

Crispy bacon on the dishes, creamy scrambled eggs with a touch of cheese and pepper, accompanied by fluffy golden pancakes soaked in sugary syrup. Golden brown waffles on the side, as you favor them over pancakes, with orange and apple juices in transparent glass pitchers placed on a white polished porcelain counter.

Your stomach rumbled in anticipation, pouting your lip and you circled the counter. “Morning Kel,” you replied, your tone a bit sad and low.

“Good morning baby,” Kelvin’s voice broke through your thoughts, he grab a plate and set the breakfast food on it before passing it to you. Watching you walk over to the table and sit down, it was like a wave of emotion washed over the room. His eyes flickered back to you.

Kelvin hears the sadness in your voice and his face softened you in genuine concern, watching you eat your breakfast slowly.

You forced a smile, trying to shake off the cloud that hung over you. Kelvin turned, and his gaze met yours, those deep, soulful brown eyes sparkling with genuine affection. Watching you sit at the table alone, he walked over toward you and took a seat on the side.

He stepped a closer, washing his hands and wiping them on a towel before his eyes flickered back to you, “You okay? You seem a little off this morning.”

You pursed your lips a bit in sadness, trying not to let the clouds hang over your head. You knew he couldn't read your time, so you told him, “I’ve been insecure about gaining a little weight,”

“Y/N, you are absolutely gorgeous, I love you, adore every part of you. Those curves? They drive me wild, those stretch marks on your ass? I love those too,” He praised with assurance, kissing your forehead.

You felt the heat rush in your face from the words he spoke, sounding harmonic to your ears like music, deep down you knew he was right.

“You always know how to make me feel special hm?” You hummed softly, smiling while cupping his face.

“You’re everything I ever wanted, don't ever think that I will leave you. I’m still here and I’m not going anywhere, near you always,” Kelvin spoke up, his eyes reflecting his love for you.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, Kelvin,”

With that, he swept you off your feet, his strength evident as he carried you back to the bedroom, your laughter mingling with his.

His booming footsteps onto the brown hardwood floors almost made you flinch as if it was a warning, slamming the door shut with the pad of his foot, his sinful grin plastered on his attractive face. Written of genuine adoration and smitten for you.

The mattress creaked faintly as he laid you down on your back, and you slipped off your shorts, and grey panties dropped on the soft deep green rug. Your tank top is taken off by Kelvin after that, your breasts drop out. Your brown areolas made him lick his plump, soft lips.

“May I touch you?”

“Yes, please, touch me, honey,” You breathed hitched, feeling his hands caress the softness of your stomach.

He easily slipped off his grey sweatpants and Calvin Kein boxers, while your pussy throbbed at the sight of his dark brown dick swaying against his thigh. His heavy ballsack dropped from the soft fabric.

“Come here,”

His hand cupped your breast and suckled on your nipple, your hands gripped the sheets tight and his fingers slid between your wet folds causing you to moan wildly, finger fucking you at a steady pace while his eyes flicked up at you. Watching your face contorted in pleasure.

“You have no idea how much I adore you, how every curve of your body pulls me in deeper, you’re so fucking, sexy,” He added, his mouth roughly sucking around your right nipple again, his tongue twirling around.

Taking your left nipple in his warm mouth, then letting it go. His face softened in pleasure, watching your titty bounce in his hand and groaning from it. He repeated the same way. his mouth sucking fervently, then letting your nipple go, bounced again. “Beautiful,” he moaned against your breast, his thumb flattened on your clit.

“Kelvin, you’re making me feel so good,” You gasped softly, your back arching for more. Hips rolling to his pace, becoming wetter as your essence splattered onto the sheets.

His hands cupped your breasts softly and pressed them together, you moaned again, Kelvin pulled back, his breath hot against your skin, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Good? Baby, I want you to feel amazing." His fingers danced lower, teasingly brushing against your inner thighs before diving back into your slick heat.

You could feel the tension building, a knot ready to untighten. His fingers pumping in and out of you, matching the rhythm of his mouth, your legs shaking. “Can I get a taste?”

“Yessss..” You moaned from his fingers curling up inside, his thumb circling your clit once he watched the wetness gathered around. Your body shaking with fervor, the thrones of pleasure flowed through you like a wave, washing over you. Kelvin gazed up at you with love in his eyes.

“You’re cumming already baby? That’s how you feel about me?” he teased with a grin, resuming to finger fuck you crazily.

He then dove his head between your legs, lifting your legs and holding them tightly under his arms, prying them wide open, his tongue gliding across your clit, and his finger kept moving. Your wetness spills onto his mouth, and screams leave you.

"Kelvin!" you cried out, the pressure overwhelming as you reached your peak.

"That’s it, baby, cum for me," he coaxed, his eyes locked onto yours as your body shook with pleasure. His voice deepened, making you wetter, and sending you over the edge. You were so close to getting there.

You felt the waves crash over you, your body arching off the mattress. Your essence spilled out immediately and he swallowed every drop, Breathless, you fell back against the sheets, panting, your heart racing.

He crawled back up your body, his lips brushing against yours. “I'm not done with your fine ass,” he replied with a grin.

You nodded weakly with a light chuckle, panting again. “I-i know that, Kel. I-i need to catch my breath.”

After a few more minutes, you said that you were ready to go before kissing him again.

“Bet, I’m about to fuck through this mattress, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you,” he grinned, leaning down to lick a path from your collarbone to the curves of your breasts, his mouth warm and possessive.

The veins in his dick protrude from your tongue gliding across your lips and a thick mushroom tip. Aching to be filled up and take every inch of him. Fuck, you needed him physically inside you. Thick beads of precum spilling out of his tip, he groaned with gruff, his voice a bit raspy, and beckoned for your call.

Kelvin pushed your legs back to the soft mattress of the king-sized bed, the white sheets freshly smelled of lemon and citrus, his eyes focused on your swollen wet pussy throbbing to be filled by his dick, itching to be one with your man who made you feel like an empress.

“Is there anything you want me to do gorgeous?” Kelvin asked with a grin, kissing your lips softly.

“Fuck me passionately yet roughly please,” You requested to him, stroking his dick in your hand.

He groaned from the touch of your thumb swirling onto his swollen tip, pushing every inch of him gradually to feel more of your walls clenched tightly, wetting his dick up. You moaned at the friction but you needed more, squelching sounds filling the room and echoing off the walls.

“That’s it, take every inch of what’s yours..damn..” Kelvin spoke up, biting his lips. Thrusting with relentless abandon, your wetness spilling down his abdomen, he wanted to dig out of it.

“Lay down on your back,” he said, his voice raised an octave, tone smooth like honey, rich and inviting.

You whimpered from the commanding tone, you rested back against the soft mattress, feeling the cool fabric on your heated skin. Kelvin hovered over you, positioning himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Kel…please…”

The heat flowed through you making you shake. You ached for him, he began rubbing his swollen tip against your wet slit just to tease you. That smirk of his return, “Please what? You gotta talk to me Y/N,”

“I need your dick, give it to me,”

With that, Kelvin slammed his dick into you as if he was wielding a weapon, the wet slapping noises filling the room of him diving into your deepest of creamy oceans, “Don't you see what you do to me?” he teased again, his head thrown back.

Your back arched instinctively, welcoming him deeper as he filled you up completely, his back muscles flexed once he drilled into you causing your hands to ball up in the sheets, with every thrust he fucked you deeper. “There’s right, wet this dick up, make a mess,” he encouraged, while you lost your mind. Your tears burned through your eyes, all you could was take every inch and scream in pleasure.

“Kelvin! Fuck! More!” you cried out, your nails scratch deep into his back causing the man to groan and hiss, you pushed your hips deeper, wanting more. The way he was fucking you, so roughly yet filled with undeniable tenderness, made you feel everything all at once.

“You’re so perfect, so sexy, so beautiful, everything about is perfect baby girl,” he whispered with a low groan. His eyes locked onto yours as he thrusts harder, the head of his dick brushing against your G-spot.

Your body shook underneath, your legs curling up near his waist, the pressure reached its peak, and you could see the colors of the room blurring from your tears. Ready to spill over and over again.

“Cum on this dick, I know you can do it, you got this baby,” Kelvin praisedz

After that, you feel that familiar knot tightened in your stomach, you felt your walls clenching around his dick, your essence gushed all over him completely. A wave of happiness washed over you, “Cum inside me,” you said weakly.

His own release following closely behind as he spilled his thick jets of warm cum inside you, you screamed loudly and felt everything. Now that was amazing, but thank goodness you were on birth control.

You both collapsed onto the mattress, breaths mingling in the bedroom. Kelvin rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he traced your features with his fingers, “You good baby?” he asked in concern.

“Y-yeah, I am, thank you Kelvin,” you said to him, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“Good, let’s go take a bath, yeah?” he hummed to you, kissing your forehead once more.

The man picks you up effortlessly and kisses your lips twice sweetly, giving you the love you know that you deserve. He carried you into the bathroom, running both of you a hot bath as he washed you clean and massaged your feet like the empress you are.

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[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

— one shot.

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: when he’s got the grills on, the world goes feral however only you get to experience them

warnings: buckle up. cussing(the n word), smut (18+ MDNI): lewis is a munch!

saint’s team radio 🎀: y’all, do not judge me for making this 🤣. that short ass video made do this 🫦 (this is very short but i love it!)

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You could barely control yourself.

It was a hot day in Los Angeles with temperatures reaching really high, so much so that you two had to get out of the house for a little drive. Lewis has remembered that he was supposed to pick up something from his jeweller, something that would surprise you.

And surprised you were.

The cool glass underneath your arm wasn’t enough to cool down your entire body as you leaned on the display case in the store. You crossed your legs, tightening your fists and playing with your nails. Anything, anything in the world to distract you from the sight before you.

There stood your man, trying on his different sets of grillz that he ordered a while back. He would flash that million dollar smile at you every time he tried on a new set, knowing very well what the pieces of jewellery do to you. Lewis checked himself in the mirror, evaluating the sets and how they look on him.

“What about this one, love?” He turned to you, smiling to show them off. This design was intricate and beautiful. Both the top fangs were plain gold with the number ‘44’ etched into them with the bottom grill running a straight line between his sharp canines, the middle encrusted with diamonds.

“Yeahhh,” You dragged out, sounding rather exasperated. “This one has to be my favourite.” Clearly your throat afterwards, your voice became slightly higher. The heat between your legs was throbbing at this point.

Lewis gave you a slick once over and turned back to the mirror with a smug smile. “You said that about all of them but thank you, baby.” He winked. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, reading you like an open book.

You, on the other hand, were petrified that your arousal could escape onto your pants anytime now that Lewis was deliberately moving slowly just to annoy you.

Just to see your reaction, just to hear you.

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“I wanna hear you, okay? Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me, baby.” Lewis spoke, his knees already on the ground next to your shared bed.

You nod at his words, relieved that you were finally going to be relieved by him, by his mouth. He had no problem in teasing you about it on the car ride home, his large hand ghosting over your most intimate parts from time to time.

Lewis was very careful when taking off your shorts, wanting to savour this moment. Your slight panting made this all the more better. The glint of gold appeared as he smirked at you, watching you all desperate for his touch.

He settled in between your legs, his favourite spot to be at, moving your thighs to sit on his shoulders. Moving his mouth in a gentle but agonisingly slow manner, he placed kisses on your thighs and he knew you were ready for the main event.

“Lewis, please….” You breathed out a moan, feeling the slight sharpness of his grillz biting down on your inner thigh before continuing his kisses. When he got to the place where you wanted him, Lewis paused.

With a throaty chuckle, he bumped his nose just above your clit, making you squirm. “Look at how wet you are for me, princess. Could eat you all day…” Lewis trailed off, moving your lace panties to the side. You were puffy and swollen, your cunt glistening with your juices and he loved this.

By flattening his tongue, he swiped one lick with the taste of his wife already sitting on his lips. “Fuck, baby…” the man groaned before diving in.

He ate you out as if he was a starved man. Lewis made sure to pay special attention to your clit, sucking on it while using his tongue simultaneously. His large hands had trailed down to your hips to pull you closer before bringing his right hand to begin playing within your folds,

“You like that, princess? You like what Daddy’s doing to you, yeah?” He groaned against your pussy. In the slowest speed, he entered two digits inside of you, preparing you for what’s next.

Your excessive moaning had prevented you from engaging in dirty talk, your back arching in ways you never thought with his tattooed fingers buried deep inside you. Feeling the all too familiar drop in your stomach, you grabbed onto his head and pulled on his braids as you ground on his face a bit more.

With soft panting, you managed to find your voice. “Baby…I’m close, I’m so…oh my fuck.” You moaned at the feeling of his tongue spelling out his name as you neared your orgasm. “Fuck, Lewis! F-Fuck!” The groans were much louder than before.

“Let it all out, baby. I got you.” He spoke, sucking on your clit one last time with the diamonds grazing over it. That sensation snapped in your belly and you came hard. Lewis made sure to slurp up every last drop of your essence before he slowly stood up, licking his lips and flashing his grillz at you.

“You had fun?” He taunted, knowing you were breathless from the cunnilingus he just did on you. “Nigga, did you..spell your name on it?” You panted, the after effects of such an intense orgasm still washing over you.

He nodded proudly. “And I can do it again, I’ll add the ‘Sir’ this time.”

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saint’s notes: AHHHHHHHHHH

[miyuhpapayuh]

quickie.

Everybody said "happy birthday, daniel!" 🥳😈

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With the couple already running behind schedule, they figured an extra fifteen minutes wouldn’t hurt!

Pulled over in the back of a parking lot, they sweat it out with their clothes half off, while the warm sun shines through the windows.

Knowing he didn't have time to tease her like he enjoyed, he still found a way to keep her at the brink of release, making her lose her mind.

“Babyyy,” she whines, her breath hitching with every heavy, measured thrust her way. She was so close.

“What is it?” He tilts his head.

“It's… I'm so– so c-close!”

“Mmm, I feel you squeezin’... hold it for me,”

She pouts and whimpers as he continues to break her down on his dick, a towel underneath them to catch the sticky mess they're making.

“Mmmm, sweet sweet pussy,” he moans, making her eyes cross as she continues holding off her orgasm.

“You're gonna make me cum, talking like that,”

“Oh yeah? I'm making it hard for you?” His thrusts pick up pace, turning the squelching up a notch.

“Ooohh fuck!”

“Mmhm, give it to me,” he commanded, leaning up to watch her flood his lap.

Now on her knees, she's throwing it back on him with all her might, looking back while he bites his lip.

“Feels good, daddy?”

A smack to her ass, followed by a deep growl serves as his response.

“Mmm, say it,” she uses the edge of the seat for leverage as she bounces harder, “tell me how it feels,”

“So fucking good,” he groans, leaning down for a kiss.

He digs a hand into her hair as he leans, head tossed back as she sucks him up.

She should've never given him the green light for hair pulling. It always boosted her to go harder, like flipping a switch inside of her.

“You want me to nut, don't you?”

“Yesss, I'm gonna cum too!”

They're rutting against each other til they explode simultaneously, his fingers bearing down on her hips, trying to slow her relentless grind.

“Fuck… we're gonna be so late,” he shakes his head.

“We'll make it up to them,” she pants, “cause I'm not done with you.”

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[jessnotwiththemess]

Y’all are getting way too comfortable with disrespecting people who provide entertainment for the free. Y’all should also learn to engage with these authors, because I can only imagine that to them, it feels like speaking to a brick wall. We have talented writers who have repeatedly asked for some engagement on fics.

Engagement is motivation because writing isn’t easy it sometimes takes a mental toll, which could lead to writers block. Engagement also helps them to think of new ideas, especially if the writers themselves encourage asks. Simply leaving likes isn’t engagement, it’s just like an attendance sheet if we’re being fr; it also causes talented writers to leave the app.

So if you really appreciate the 7-10K words that they provide you with, I’m sure one sentence of appreciation and encouragement wouldn’t kill any of you. It’s so easy to type up the 10K word requirement for a school essay that requires 100% of your brain power, but a simple “I really liked this!” is difficult for y’all? ���🙄 (Nigerian eye-roll)

Anywho, here are writers that I would like to personally appreciate:

@pickingupmymercedes (bestie fr)

@saintslewis

@mauvecherie-writes

@emjayewrites (will mourn their departure)

@httpsserene

@henneseyhoe

@serpenttines

@sageispunk (new fav, definitely check them out)

@peyiswriting

@kairawrites

@hopefulromantic1 ,@biggameplayertrentaa, @trenterprise & @derora (90% of the time, I’m on their page just to see them yap, I love it!)

@saturnville

@royallyprincesslilly

@laneywrld

@ham1lton

@lettersofgold

@starlitmelanin

@bbreezyxoxo (check out her Lewis fic 🔥)

[harmshake]

Hey, ya'll so I've been under the weather this week and while I've been typing away here and there at TBND, it won't be finished until next week. I just wanna sleep and watch wrestling until I heal up. 🥲

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uceyjucey: @kiyanafatu_ I promise to be the man you deserve. I promise that this time around, things will be different. I will learn from our past and use it to build an even stronger future filled with love, understanding, and joy. I vow to never take you for granted, to always appreciate you, and to show up for you—through the laughter, the tears, and every moment in between. Its just me and you baby (and our kids) K+J 4Ever ❤️

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[sageispunk]

red lipstick (18+)

↳ "Don't let your husband stop you from finding the love of your life"

pairing: Maintenance Man! Terry Richmond x blackOC! Alisha Bryce

wordcount: 2.2k

warnings: infidelity, oral sex (m receiving), use of handcuffs, switch! Terry & OC, Daddy kink, lipstick kink, messy bjs, pouty desperate!Terry bc I wanted to

A/N: this is like basically a random part for this AU I've been fixated on for a minute, still not sure if I want to do chronological series or just a bunch of loosely connected oneshots but I'll figure that out l8rrrrr!!! lmk in the comments if you enjoyed this, also pls like + reblog, feel free to follow my notif blog @sageispunklibrary for updates!!!

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” 

Alisha kept her gaze on the man, down on her knees in the fancy, red, low-cut dinner dress he’d bought for tonight. The lights were low and her mouth was full, throat nearly stuffed with her lover’s manhood. He sat on her sofa, leaned back with his bare thighs spread apart on the orange velvet, one arm thrown across the back as if he owned the place. 

Terry was big–thick and long, unforgiving. She held her hands together down in front of her, wrists bound together by the fuzzy black cuffs he found while peeking through her nightstand drawer earlier in the day, as new as the day she bought them.��

She hummed as she took most of him down her throat, leaving only about an inch of his warm brown skin exposed to the chilled air. She could tell that wasn’t enough for Terry, not right now at least. He was desperate, aching for a release and she would be just that. 

She felt his hand on the back of her head loosely tangle itself in her long brown locs, fingertips lightly massaging into her scalp. With a sigh from her nose, she closed her eyes and relaxed herself, allowing him to stroke his hips up into her throat, bringing her precious cherry-tinted lips just a little closer to his base each time. Saliva dribbled out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down off her chin and onto his heavy balls. She could feel her thighs sticking together, the heat between them building with each passing second. 

“You can do it, mama…take Daddy’s dick down that throat…”

His sweet, daunting voice echoed in her mind, keeping her grounded in the moment. She loved it when he talked to her like this, so rough and dominating–manly. Not to mention using the handcuffs that had been sitting in her drawer for months, brand new and awaiting the perfect opportunity. Now, her dreams were being fulfilled. It was everything she was missing with Isaiah, and that fact only made her more eager to please him, pushing herself to her limits every time they fucked, and then some. 

“Look at me, Lisha.” 

Terry watched as she obeyed his command, breathless as he took in the scene before him. This perfect, nasty, brown-eyed beauty kneeling for him, worshiping his dick like it was all she’d ever needed. All that consumed her mind, day and night. He knew that it was, the same feelings growing within her and dictating her every move, he felt in himself. They were on the same level again, and he’d be damned if another motherfucker got in between them after this. 

He couldn’t help the moans that evaded him as she finally throated his entire length, not breaking eye contact as she nuzzled her nose into his trimmed pubes. For over twelve years, the man’s life had been structured around maintaining self-control and mental strength, but there was nothing or no one on this planet that made him feel as weak as Alisha did in this very moment. 

His bottom lip found itself clenched tightly between his pearly whites, a crease growing between his eyebrows while he took everything she gave him. She pulled up off his dick, slowly sliding back up with red lips, glossy with spit and precum.

“I missed you.” 

Alisha didn’t plan to say those words, but her nerves were soothed when he reciprocated the statement, his gruff voice hitting her ears and vibrating through her chest. She loved the strain in his voice, in his eyes, knowing that she had his tough exterior breaking down made her feel…powerful. On top of the world. 

Terry’s other hand came to her cheek, caressing her gently as he stared into her eyes, slightly pouting at the sight of his rock hard dick standing up right next to her face. 

He subconsciously made it jump, stealing her attention away. She watched it twitch in front of her, a hungry look growing in her dark eyes as her mouth watered. She needed to feel him stretch her again, her lips, her jaw, her throat. She just needed him inside again. 

Alisha leaned forward and her pink tongue darted out, licking a slow trail up the vein on the underside of his dick. She circled the tip of her tongue around the throbbing head, specifically avoiding his needy, leaking hole. Terry groaned from above, losing his restraint the more she avoided his most sensitive spot. His head was filled with nothing but echoes of pleas, anguished cries for her to relieve him. All he needed was her tongue. 

She smiled, watching his thighs flex and feeling the grip of his fingers tighten in her roots. She pressed her lips against the tip,  firm enough to leave a smudge of red lipstick against the brown flesh. A mark of her love. Craning her neck down, she aimed for a new spot: his balls, heavy and full of cum that he’d reserved for her and her only. Over three weeks apart and he found that nothing matched his freak quite like she did…not even his own hand would suffice.

Terry bucked his hips up when he felt her soft, sticky lips on his sack, leaving yet another beautiful stain. “Lishaaa, fuck!” 

He was supposed to be the one in charge at this moment, yet he felt like he had the least power, even with Alisha in handcuffs. He threw his head back, a loud groan escaping his lips as he found himself writhing, unable to take the teasing. This girl had his goddamn toes curling just from kissing on his balls. 

“Look at me, Terry.” 

Her sweet voice met his ears, gentle and delicate, with a hint of deception laced into her words. He returned his gaze to the woman, seeking some sort of solace in her deep brown orbs. As big and tough as he was, he was not prepared at all for how Alisha wanted to play with him tonight. For the last couple weeks, all he’d fantasized about was breaking her down all across her place…leaving his mark on her, in her, all around her. 

But here she was, beating him right to it. 

Alisha sat up on her knees a bit, not bothering to fix the cleavage spilling from her dress before leaning forward to plant her lips on the skin near his hip. They both stared at her nearly perfect lip print, eyes low and full of want. “Baby–”

“Take these cuffs off me, Terry. Let me take care of you like you take care of me, please.” 

Terry paused, searching her eyes for any hints of mischief but he came up short. Sitting forward on the sofa, he brought his hands down in between them, pulling hers up into his lap. He clasped both her wrists with his left hand, using his right to take his chain off, a shiny silver key dangling in front of her greedy eyes like the world’s last golden ticket. 

It was as if time slowed down, the air seemed thick and heavy, a cloud of desire extinguishing any sense of hesitation in the pair. They both watched as the key slid inside, twisting and releasing the lock with a soft click. The cuffs fell to the floor but Alisha’s hands remained, suspended in his hold. Terry’s eyes came back up to meet hers, intense and unrelenting as he pulled her closer. 

He swallowed down her gasp when their lips met, his eyes fluttering shut as he relished in both the softness and the slight taste of himself. Terry’s tongue wriggled into her mouth, passionately dancing with hers in a battle for dominance. They moaned into one another, lips melding together seamlessly, a reminder of how perfect they are together. 

Alisha pulled her hands from his grasp, slowly so as not to be noticed. Her slender fingers found his length, stiff and weeping for her. A thumb lightly tapped the stickiness on the head, and she grinned into the kiss at his sudden twitching. She rubbed light circles on it, attentive to the way his mouth began to fall open as she pulled back from the kiss, not bothering to slow her movements on his delicate tip. Her left hand fell back to his balls, holding them and only slightly squeezing the warm sack in her palm, just as she’d wanted to earlier.

“Does that feel good?”

His nod was barely noticeable, but she caught it. Just as well as she caught the quiver in his bottom lip when she squeezed just a bit tighter. 

She kneeled down between his thighs again, bringing her face back closer to what she’d needed most. Not wanting to waste anymore time keeping him on the edge, she dived in, removing her thumb and replacing it with her hot tongue. She reached her right hand up to one of his small brown nipples, rubbing his own stickiness from her thumb into the hardened bud. Terry’s body jerked up, attempting to crumble in on itself while her hungry tongue swirled around his tip. “Ohh shiiiiitttt, Lish, please, fuck!”

Her head dropped into his lap, her other hand coming up to rest on his thigh while his dick slid into her throat with much more ease than before. She bobbed up and down, savoring his taste on her tongue and his cries in her ears. She felt so in control, taking him down to the hilt each time, moaning and drooling around his thickness like a slut. 

“Baby, that shit feels–mmmm–so motherfuckin’ good, I swear to god…” Terry groaned out, his brain growing fuzzier while she went down on him like she’d been starving for his dick. She gagged and slurped and hummed around him, all the while looking up at him with those perfect, teary eyes– like a wet dream come to life. His big hands gripped the edges of the sofa while he tried to hold on to the little bit of self-control he had left.

Alisha came up once more, letting him fall out of her mouth before she refocused her attention on his balls. Both hands wrapped around his dick, steadily jerking him as she sucked and licked on his sack, not caring to wipe away the spit across her cheeks and chin. She was being messy and nasty and she didn’t give a fuck about embarrassing herself because she knew that Terry was loving this side of her as much as she did. 

He palmed his face, cursing under his breath as he felt himself at the edge once again. His legs trembled as he tried to hold on, to savor the feeling of her hands and her mouth on him again after so long. There was nothing he needed more but to be surrounded in her warmth, physically and emotionally. He longed to be this close to her, this vulnerable with her, always. 

She released his balls with a gentle pop!, continuing to jerk him off with both hands from the base to the tip. “Cum for me, daddy…” She stared i​nto his eyes, finding herself lost in them, in him. “I need to taste you, please.”

Terry relaxed as her soft whispers hit his ears, the combination of her dirty words and the yearning that was revealed in her eyes helping him over that peak. “Lisha, I’m–” 

She quickly put her mouth on the head as he tensed up underneath her, both his cries and her moans filling the room. The taste of his nut on her tongue had her nearly cumming herself, her thighs subconsciously grinding together as she listened to his whining above. 

“Oh my god, ohmyfucking–fuckkkk…” Terry’s usual rough, baritone voice was higher now, sweet and shaky as he panted out and emptied himself in her. His vision was teary but he tried to stay focused on Alisha between his thighs. She took everything that he gave her, slowing her hands down on his dick while swallowing down nearly every drop of his seed. The filthiest image of tonight seared itself into his mind when she smiled up at him, licking the spare cum off her fingers with more smeared on her plump pink lips. 

She giggled softly, watching the big man come back down to Earth, his dick softening back to its usual form. His gaze was soft now, the love he felt for her shining right through his long eyelashes. As the intensity of the moment calmed down, she became more aware of her sore knees on the carpet, but especially her bare, aching pussy underneath her dress. Terry noticed her shifting and immediately straightened up, leaning forward to pull her up into his lap. “C’mere, love..” She sat on his left thigh with her legs stretched out across his right, burying her face into his neck. “You did a good job, baby…made me feel so good, thank you.” 

He spoke his praises into her hair in between kisses, rubbing a large hand up and down her exposed back. She sunk into the feeling, head still hazy but paying more attention now to what her body craved from him. Terry gently laced his fingers in her locs, pulling back to find her eyes again. 

“You gon’ let me take care of you now?”

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[notapradagurl7]

thinking about megan domming her short gf

Your Fantasy….

A/N: ouuu, I like this one. Thank you for this lovely anon. I hope you like it!🫡❤️

Black Fem! Reader x Megan Thee Stallion.

Summary: See Ask, being Megan’s short girlfriend, she asked for your consent if you wanted her to dominant you.

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Warnings: a dominant Megan, slight teasing, head (fem reviving) sex toy(strap) dirty talk, praise, short fic.

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You lay on your stomach against the soft bed with the light pink blankets, swinging your feet at the tall woman who stood prettily in front of the full-length mirror. Smiling

She spends the night at your house for the start of summer simply because she misses you so much. Your smile, your laugh and your sense of humor.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful,”

Megan giggled and stepped toward you, kissed your lips sweetly. You hopped off the bed and stood in front of you, looking up at her with a smirk.

You were only 5’2 which you’ve grown to love when you once wished to be tall as a kid. Your locs pulled up in a bun and melanated skin.

While Megan was a lot taller than you which was an experience all on its own. Standing at 5'10, she had a commanding presence that made your heart race every time you were near her.

"What are you smirking at, little one?" Megan teased, her voice low and playful.

You bit your lip, feigning innocence. "Just admiring my tall, gorgeous girlfriend."

She laughed, a sound that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "You think you can sweet talk me into getting what you want?"

"Maybe," you replied, your voice dripping with sass. "But I know you love it."

Megan stepped closer, her body radiating heat as she leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You know I can be dominant if you let me, right?"

Your breath hitched at the implication. You had talked about this before, the idea of her taking control. But hearing her say it made you feel a rush of excitement. "I...I wouldn’t mind," you admitted, your cheeks warming up.

"Good, because I want to be little bad for me" she smirked, pulling back to look into your eyes.

You swallowed hard, feeling a thrill run through you. "What do you have in mind?"

Megan's gaze darkened with desire as she walked you back toward the bed, gently pushing you down onto the soft blankets. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she said, her voice smooth and sultry.

You nodded, the anticipation building in your chest as she climbed on top of you, her weight comforting yet thrilling. "Megan..."

"Shh," she interrupted, placing a finger over your lips. "I want you to be quiet and just enjoy."

With that, she began to shower you with kisses, trailing her lips down your neck and across your collarbone. Her short hair swung over her ear.

"You're so beautiful, baby," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. "I want to hear you say it."

"I’m beautiful," you breathed, already lost in the moment.

"Good girl," she praised, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Now let's have some fun."

She pulled down your shorts and panties, lifting your grey tank top. Your titties bounced out and gently she palmed them, As she took off her clothes, leaving the both of you bare underneath the dim lighting.

Megan’s thumb rolled over your clit and you gasped softly, her tongue gliding up and down on your wet folds, slurping and swallowing your essence, dripping down her chin.

“Your pussy tastes so good, so beautiful..” Megan moaned.

She continued her delicious assault, causing your back to arch off the bed with pleasure.

"Megan," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in her hair. "Please, I can't take much more."

She looked up at you with those sultry eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, but we're just getting started, baby. I want to make you feel incredible."

With that, she dove back in, her tongue working magic as she focused on your sensitive spots. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building as she expertly brought you closer to the edge.

"That's it," she murmured against you, sending vibrations through your body. "Let go for me."

You could hardly think, the sensation overwhelming as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy. "Megan... I’m going to—"

"Not yet," she interrupted, pulling back just enough to catch her breath. "I want you to hold it for me."

Your heart raced as she reached for the strap she had brought along, securing it around her waist. "You trust me, right?" she asked, her voice low and commanding.

"Of course," you replied breathlessly, your body aching for her.

"Good," she said, positioning herself between your legs. "I want you to feel every inch of me."

As she pressed inside, a moan escaped your lips, the fullness taking your breath away. "Oh fuck, Megan."

"Look at you," she praised, her voice dripping with affection. "So perfect for me. Just relax and let me take care of you."

She began pushing his hips, perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside you. “S-shit, yes! You fuck me so gooddd!” you cried out, hands balling up in the blankets.

If only she could your walls clenched around her, she could only see your pussy clench around it. Your wetness gushed on the sheets below, gripped your thighs and looked down at her.

“Is my girl feelin' good huh?” Megan teased, biting her plump lips. Feeling your nails scratch at her back and thighs, she groaned at the pain.

“So good, baby, so good!” You hollered, throwing your head back in pleasure. Pulling her down by her neck for a kiss.

“P-please, I want to ride you!”

She immediately gripped your hips, lifting you up and watched your body shake against hers, your arms around her neck, pulling you close to her, Moving her hips upwards at a new pace, “Fuck! Fuck! Megan!”

Tears rolled down and burned your cheeks, your breasts pressed against hers, nipples touched. “Damn baby?" she asked, her breath hot against your ear.

Her juices pooled around her thighs, mixing with yours. Making a mess on the strap everywhere, “That pussy is so tight,” Moaning loudly with you,

The rhythm steady and intoxicating. Your body responded eagerly, the tension building once more.

"So good... I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," she encouraged, her pace quickening. "I want you to come for me. Show me how much you love it."

The pressure in your core grew more intense, a delicious burn that only she could ignite. "I’m going to—"

"Now, baby! Let it go," she commanded, and with that, you shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out her name. Your essence poured into everywhere, with her still inside. The two of you collapsed in the same position.

Megan pulled out of you, and you moaned in a shaky breath, heavily breathing with you. She took up the strap and cleaned it with a disinfectant wipe, placing it back in the bag.

Her gaze fixed on your blissed-out expression. "Look at you, so beautiful when you come apart like that," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You lay there, panting, feeling completely spent yet utterly fulfilled. "You’re incredible," you managed to say, your body still buzzing from the intensity.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, her thumb brushing against your cheek. "And you’re mine," she whispered, holding you close.

“You’re mine too Meg,” You shot back with a smirk.

“Of course I am,”

As you both settled into the afterglow, you smiled. You stood up and ran into the bathroom, taking a bath while Megan took a shower.

Changing into fresh clothes and changing the sheets, cleaning up immediately before snuggling up in the bed.

Tonight had been everything you had dreamed of and more.

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[buckrecs]

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[slippinninque]

✨ Pillow Time ✨

a/n: I've been inspired by the likes of @mcondance @megamindsecretlair @sageispunk and so many more of the lovely writers who has been feeding meeee wit the Fontaine thoughts! I hope you all like it!

warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, Cursing, oral sex, cockwarming, needy!reader, softdomvibes!fontaine, long-fic

You had a very special pillow.

It was peach pink and white, made from the plushiest yarn that you found on a whim. It stayed fluffy and you could sit on it and still see the corners peek out when you're cross legged.

You often referred to it as one of your best creations. It reminded him of those cartoon pillows that would swallow anyone up if they sat in it. Ya'll had some good times with that pillow.

Fontaine called it your 'Princess Pillow'.

You were standing near him now, that pillow hugged to your body with your bright eyes peeking over the top at him. Fontaine was on the couch, rolling up and watching Coming to America.

"Feel like being good fo' me?" He asked, teasing as if he didn't know the answer. Fontaine watched you shift from one foot to the other, your smile fighting it's way onto your face as you nodded.

Nothing else for him to say. Fontaine widened his thighs and kept on rolling.

You'd toss the pillow onto the floor and shift close enough to be between his feet. He'd wait until you got comfortable, resting your cheek onto his thigh. While you rested there, Fontaine's attention returned to the TV.

Wasn't long before he felt the drawstrings being undone and sighed when your soft hands found him. He wasn't all the way hard yet, Fontaine knew that wouldn't be a problem.

Your lips suckled the head of his dick and Fontaine groaned softly at the drag of your tongue. A satisfied noise came from you and you sank down to the root of his dick. After a moment of shifting, you resettled and closed your eyes.

You swallowed around him, head bobbing as you fell into your own little world. Above you, Fontaine finished rolling his blunt and fired up. Taking a long pull while one of his hands went into your locs, scratching your scalp and rubbing the silky new growth between his fingers.

He blew the smoke up into the ceiling and murmured a few filthy praises. Pleasure was hooked to the tip of your tongue, in the patterns that grew more and more languid the more you relaxed into serving him.

You weren't in any hurry to make him cum, this part was all for you and Fontaine was just happy to be give you what you want.

When you went still, eyes glassy and slow blinking, Fontaine reached down and stroked the back of your neck.

"Gettin' what you need, baby?" He asked. Your answering mhmm vibrated right to his spine, "Mmn. That's good, pretty. Take your time, then."

You purred again and he had to take a breath to re-center. He could still remember how hesitant you were the first time you suggested this.

"I-I don't know if you think it's weird, we don't have too, I-I just really like having, um, you in my mouth?"

Fontaine would have bust on the spot had it not been for the gravity of the situation. You've been keeping this tucked to you for a long time, despite the laughing as you told him as if to soften the blow of his denial.

He kept his cool and reassured you that you could do anything with his dick that you wanted. In the meantime, Fontaine got ready so he could stay ready for you.

Fontaine absolutely made sure to keep his shit neat and trimmed for you and he switched to a soap that didn't have a strong fragrance. He looked up a few tips online to make sure he was taking good care of you and you weren't pushing yourself.

You rarely touched yourself. You prefer to rock against your pillow and often kneaded one of Fontaine's ankles as you savored him. It was the service, the act itself that brought you gratification. Knowing that you were being good to him, for him.

If left to your own devices, you would be down there for more than an hour. The record being two hours and some change as you both were immersed in the new Batman movie that finally started streaming.

He wanted to beat that record.

Presently, Fontaine's head was filled with a pleasant buzz as he smoked his blunt down to nearly half before it was put aside. On the TV, Hakeem finally touched down in New York in all of it's grimy splendor and to Semmi's dismay.

He was brought back by the quiet, kittenish noises coming from you as you nuzzled your nose into his coarse curls. It never ceased to amaze him how easily you could swallow him down. His hand went from your hair to the front of your neck this time, feeling as much as he could of how full of him you were.

"Look at you feelin' so good f'me, pretty. Can I play witchu? Hm?"

You nodded, putting your hands flat onto your thighs and relaxing into him. Fontaine rocked, ebbing and flowing his dick deeper down your throat with his eyes focused on yours. Your lashes fluttered shut with a sweet whine when he groaned, thrusting deep and flexing his dick in the velvet of your throat.

"Precious girl, right where you need to be. Doin' what you do best, look at that..."

Fontaine pulled his dick from your slick lips, pressing his first two fingers down onto your tongue. You were getting messy, spit twinkling along your face and down your throat.

He took off his tank and wiped your face with it.

You leaned into his touch and looked up at him, all floaty and tender, settled in that headspace that you were still too shy to talk about. Once your face was dry again, he leaned down to press a brief kiss to your soft lips after tossing his tank to the side.

Fontaine spent a moment rubbing and petting your face still, relishing in the pleasure of having such a vision willing to kneel for him and accept his care.

It was special, how you liked to please him. Different from anything he's ever encountered and much more than what he deserved--but Fontaine will be sure to be what you needed.

He spotted your wriggling and grinned in gold, "Still messy, baby?"

"Mmhm."

"Show me where."

Leaning back, you showed him the good-sized damp spot that darkened your pillow. All Fontaine had to do was lean in and you obediently leaned back onto your elbows, legs parting for him to look his full.

Fontaine whistled low, stroking himself at the sight of your ruined panties. He hadn't even known you bothered to wear any, but seeing your sweetie covered in the soaked cotton heated him.

In due time.

Fontaine crooked his fingers and you straightened at once, attention on where he held his dick for you. You got close enough or him to rub his dick across your face. When you opened up, your alluring tongue pink and perfect, he finally gave in. How could he not?

"Here you go, baby, take what you want 'cause once you're done--Imma do the same."

He didn't miss your shiver as you answered his words with a hard suck, making him moan and reach for the rest of his blunt.

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END!

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[harmshake]

A Roman Reigns thriller romance series by harmshake and @msbigredmachine.

Summary: Ivy, a busy but established assistant head nurse and mom living in the suburbs of Connecticut isn’t living exactly comfortably. While she doesn’t live with the father of her young daughter, Zaia, Angelo always seems to be around to argue with her until her last breath. Yet Ivy gets a breath of fresh air when she meets her handsome new neighbor, Roman, who seems to believe that chivalry isn’t dead…unlike the people that suddenly turn up dead in their quiet neighborhood.

This will be a chapter series co-written by me and the queen herself, msbigredmachine, inspired by the horror movie The Boy Next Door and thanks to this kind anon.

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