#x black!fem!reader

[mrsurahara]

𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗖𝘀┊𝗔. 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. Abby Anderson x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI— dom!Abby + sub!Reader, dirty talk, strap use (r!receiving), oral (abby + r!receiving), fingering (abby + r!receiving), thigh/forearm riding, strapwarming, hickeys, jealousy, spitting, choking, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spanking, bondage, vibrator use, bondage, teasing, overstimulation, face sitting, abby fucking reader’s face with her strap, clitwarming, masturbation, voyeurism, tribbing, pussy slapping, edging, safe word use, aftercareeee], use of feminine pet names, reader is described as having female anatomy— let me know if i missed any!

ఌ︎. wc. 1.1k

ఌ︎. summary: just some nasty headcanons abt my favorite girl

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

ఌ︎.  a/n: i tried to keep these as neutral as possible so you could imagine the canon universe or a modern!au. i hope y’all enjoy! <3

Soft Dom!Daddy!Abby

❀ daddy!abby who whispers the sweetest words in your ear while she fucks you with your favorite strap

“you take me so well, baby,”

“just keep making those pretty noises for me,”

“oh, i know bun, but you look so pretty like this,”

❀ daddy!abby who worships your titties while you’re in her lap bouncing on her strap

❀ daddy!abby who wakes you up with her face between your legs and her thick fingers in rubbing the spongy spot inside your needy cunt

❀ daddy!abby who lets you get off by riding her thick thighs or her veiny forearms 

❀ daddy!abby who gives her good girl any and everything she wants because you deserve the world 

❀ daddy!abby who knows just how to make a bad day better— your favorite meal and a relaxing bath followed by an oil massage that leads to her fucking you into a peaceful sleep, cuddled in her strong arms

❀ daddy!abby who stuffs you full of her strap while you’re asleep or watching something together because it brings you comfort

❀ daddy!abby who gets off on making you cum— your sweet noises pushing her closer and closer to the edge

❀ daddy!abby who fucks and talks you through your orgasm

“cum for me, pretty girl,”

“there you go baby,”

“you’re so good for me, always so good for me,”

❀ daddy!abby who wakes up to you eating her out with your fingers stuffed in her cunt

❀ daddy!abby who leaves hickeys on your neck so everyone knows you’re hers

❀ daddy!abby who gets so possessive she has to drag you to the nearest private area and “refamiliarize” herself with your body

❀ daddy!abby who gets jealous when other people flirt with you so when you get home she reminds you of who makes you cream and scream every night

❀ daddy!abby who spits in your mouth after making you cum on her face

❀ daddy!abby who squeezes the sides of your throat until you cum— the rush of blood to your head and the stimulation to your pussy has you seeing stars every time 

❀ daddy!abby who kisses away your tears when she’s just fucking you so good

❀ daddy!abby who lays you flat on your front as she fucks you from behind— her body draped over yours, her strap filling you up to the brim, the mattress beneath you pressing against the front of your abdomen adding an additional layer of pleasure

❀ daddy!abby who teases you all night— running her hands over your body, whispering her filthy desires into your ears. you just look so fucking pretty and she can’t get enough 

❀ daddy!abby who lets you use her fingers to cum

it’s the middle of the night and you’re horny. you don’t know what triggered it, you just know that you need cum. you tried using your own fingers but they couldn’t reach where you needed them to. abby was asleep next to you. one arm tucked under her pillow and the other draped over your waist. you slid your panties down your legs, kicking them off somewhere under the sheets. you took hold of her hand and moved it to your mound.

you adjusted her fingers to run over your slick slit and pushed them into your needy cunt. once they reached that spot, you bit your lip to silence your moans. you used your own fingers to rub your clit until you were gushing all over abby’s hands.

when you opened your eyes you were met with abby’s sleepy eyes looking right at you. she leaned in closer, right at your ear and whispered, “make sure you clean up your mess,”

❀ daddy!abby who will spank you mid fuck if you try to deprive her of your pretty voice

Mean Dom!Mommy!Abby

❀ mommy!abby who uses the strap you hate— it stretches you out but it doesn’t reach as far as you need

❀ mommy!abby who ties you to the bed spread eagle and shoves a bullet vibrator into your cunt on the highest setting

❀ mommy!abby who had a bad day and needs to take it out on your cunt

❀ mommy!abby who will bend you over her knee and spank your ass until her handprint is welted into both your cheeks

❀ mommy!abby who teases you for getting off from your spanking

❀ mommy!abby who overstimulates you until she feels like stopping 

❀ mommy!abby who sits on your face and grinds her pussy on you until she’s satisfied 

❀ mommy!abby who lays on her back and hold your face to her cunt, drowning you in her juices 

❀ mommy!abby who makes you get on your knees as she fucks your face with her strap

❀ mommy!abby who moans as if she can feel you gagging on her strap 

❀ mommy!abby who makes you clitwarm her while she reads

❀ mommy!abby who makes you finger yourself while she watches 

❀ mommy!abby who makes you get on top and rub your pussy on hers until she cums

❀ mommy!abby who loves to slap your pussy until you’re crying and squirting 

❀ mommy!abby who smears your tears all over your face when you start to cry 

❀ mommy!abby who makes you choke on her fingers while she pounds into your overstimulated pussy

❀ mommy!abby who punishes you for trying to get off without permission

❀ mommy!abby who pulls you away from the group to edge you

fucking you against the wall with her strap 

fucking you with her fingers 

making you bend over so she can eat you out from behind 

denying you and orgasm until you return to the safety of your own home 

even then… she still might draw it out until you’re crying and begging

❀ mommy!abby who drops the fantasy as soon as you say your safe word

abby’s quick to drop the act. restraints, toys, blindfolds, etc. are removed as quickly as possible

❀ mommy!abby who provides the best aftercare— holding you, kissing you, reassuring you

“i got you— breathe, baby,” abby cooed as she wiped at your sticky skin. she helped you sit up as you continued to catch your breath. grabbing the water bottle from the nightstand, she helped you drink from it. once you had your fill, you pushed the bottle away. abby pulled you close, planting kisses wherever she could reach. “you did so well for me, beautiful,” she kissed your lips sweetly, “do you need anything?”

“can you just hold me, please?”

abby gave you a gentle squeeze and one more kiss before tucking your head into her heck, “‘course i can, babe,”

ఌ︎.  a/n: if you guys want me to go in depth for any of these hcs, just send in an ask! :)

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Bad To The Bone

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Summary: Charles meets Lewis’ cousin who happens to be one of the drivers of Grave Digger for Monster Jam

A/N: let me know what you guys think. Reblog and like if you love this! Part two?

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ynisinthegrave: Arlingtonnnn!!! Thank you for another amazing weekend. El Paso you’re up next!

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user1: wish you could keep the pink for the whole season😭

y/bestie/n: trade trucks?

> ynisinthegrave: I’m no Dalmatian thank you

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f1teainthepaddock: multiple drivers spotted in El Paso today. Thoughts on what they might be there for?

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user6: the most random group

> user7: no literally

user8: I invited them to my place no worries guys😅

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> ynisinthegrave: of course not

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12 March 2024

[risingoftime]

“Hobie!” You moaned. The sound of your wet pussy and Hobie’s whimpers filled the room. His hips stuttered, but his movements didn’t subside while he continued to push you further. Hobie bit his lip at seeing you undone on his dick. He wouldn’t be able to get the image out of his head. His eyebrows drew together in deep focus. He was holding back. “Let it out. Come inside me.” Hobie’s eyes met yours before his lips came over yours again, fierce and thorough. Pushing forward towards his own pleasure, beyond his own control. The sound that escaped his mouth could only be described as lewd. Hobie buried himself inside you, filling your pussy with his cum. The warmth of him dripped inside as you rode out the final waves like an aftershock. It never mattered how many times you fucked. You always craved him even more than the last time. To hear him sigh your name like a dying prayer.

naviagation

[honeycomx]

Late Night Tip (3:15)

Stiles Stilinski x Black!reader

This story will contain… Cursing, Drugs, Drug Usage, and Smut. PROCEED WITH CAUTION 18+

a/n: Stiles is a bit of an asshole in this but kinda not, if you understand his reasoning. Idk, it’s up for you to decide. Plus this take place after season 3b and before season 4. And Listen to 3:15 by Russ.

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Stiles had a secret no one knew about, not even Scott. And that was you. Boy, did Stiles love him some you. Contrary to what many people believed, Stiles wasn’t virgin. Before he had first slept with Malia, he had his fun with you. You had that boy wrapped around your finger, and if it weren’t for you wanting to stay friends with benefits, he probably would’ve put a ring on your finger.

But now, Stiles was at point where he wanted to be in a relationship. He wanted someone he could claim as his other half and be by his side. It would’ve been you, but you made it clear you didn’t want that right now. But Malia did. In fact, things between the two were getting quite serious. Especially since a night ago while the two were having, protected sex, she blurted out that he was her boyfriend. Stiles wasn’t sure how to react, he told her he thought they needed to give it some time before they rushed into things considering they have only started hanging with each other two months ago. Despite what he said, He did want a relationship plus him and Malia had built a great rapport with each other.

That has led him to his current dilemma, Malia had decided to be home with her dad tonight, since he complained about her staying out too much and his father was currently sleeping after a hard day of work. It was 1:00 in the morning and Stiles was awake. He was seated in his gaming chair, headset halfway on, as his fingers constantly tapped against the keyboard. In the middle of his battle, his phone starting vibrating violently against his desktop. Pausing his game, he reached for his phone. His heart immediately started racing as he saw your name coming across the screen. He hadn’t heard from you in two weeks since your last encounter, that thought alone gave him shivers. He knew it was wrong, since he was considering him and Malia being together but his rationale was that he didn’t verbally agree to it yet. The angel on his shoulder told him to ignore it, it was better to leave it where it stayed. But the devil was tempting him like Eve and you were the apple. He sighed, shaking his head at his next move, he cleared his throat before pressing the green button.

“Hello?” He asked in the phone.

“Hi Mitchie! I missed you.” You answered gleefully, making his stomach flutter. In those two weeks of your absence, he definitely missed hearing your nickname for him.

“I missed you too baby girl.” He replied, making your stomach flutter now.

“Sorry, I kinda ditched you for a while. My cousins were staying with me and taking up all of my time.” You explained remorsefully, hoping he’d accept your reasoning.

“It’s fine. I was kinda caught up in some things too.” He responded coolly, making you sigh in relief.

“Are you busy right now?” You asked.

“For you, never.” He replied smoothly, making you giggle and kick your feet like a schoolgirl.

“Come over then. I’m home alone and could use some company.” You knew he would, every time you called he would answer and be there.

“I’ll be over in 15.”

“I’ll be waiting, Mitchie.” You stated seductively, before the line clicked.

Stiles sighed, feeling his groin twitch, he knew it was shameful for someone to get this kind of reaction out of him from just a few words, but with his clouded mind, he could care less. He was thinking with his other head. Stiles quietly ran to his bathroom to brush his teeth, he was grateful he took a shower not to long ago. He grabbed his cologne, spraying a few pumps before tucking his phone and keys into his pocket. He slowly creaked open his bedroom door, not wanting to disturb his father or alert him of his departure, before tip toeing down the hall then the stairs and out the front door, making sure to lock and close it softly behind him. He made his way to his prized baby blue Jeep, parked just across the street. He unlocked his door before getting in, cranking his loud car, hoping his father didn’t hear before peeling off in the direction of your home.

The trip to your house was quick, seeing as he could speed due to the empty road and it only being a 10 minute drive from his. He pulled into your empty driveway, signifying that no one was home. There were times where your father’s car would be parked there, but Stiles deduced that he might’ve been at work. Stiles cut his car off before shooting you a text letting you know he was outside. Stiles sat back in his seat, staring out in thought while waiting for your response.

His mind wondered between you and Malia. He didn’t like the thought of leaving you alone at all. He loved being around you, even if majority of the time it was during the night. It was the way he saw your eyes lit up every time you saw him, they way y’all naturally clicked, how y’all shared similar interests. It was like y’all were a perfect match, or that was what he felt like. But with Malia it was different, he knew they had different personalities and interests, it wasn’t bad though he was all for learning and teaching new things. He liked how possessive Malia was over him, something about that turned him on. He thought her nonchalant and some clueless words and actions were just adorable. He genuinely liked Malia as well. Plus, the Pack was familiar with Malia and knew they were messing around. He nervously thought about how they’d react if he randomly brought you around, especially Malia, despite you knowing him longer.

Suddenly a rapid knock came from the passenger window, making Stiles violently jump. He sighed in relief seeing your bubbly expression through the glass. He reached over to unlock the door.

“You scared the hello outta me.” He said, looking at you incredulously as you climbed inside his car. To which, you lightly laughed at, picturing his scared reaction once again. In the midst of you laughing, you failed to witness Stiles bite lip as his eyes roamed your thick curves and it’s attire. The baby blue satin pajama shorts you sported, were being consumed by full bottom. Your button up was opened at the top, giving Stiles a beautiful view of your inviting chest being secured by a black lace bra. You were going to be the death of him.

“Sorry Mitchie,” You state apologetically, oblivious to his intense staring. Your words snapped him out of his raunchy thoughts.

“I wanna try something with you.” You announced before digging in the pockets of your pajamas, fishing out a small baggy, fill with a green substance.

“What is that?” Stiles inquired, face scrunching as it’s pungent smell hit his nose.

“Weed, my cousin gave it to me.” You answered, holding up the baggy higher for him to see. He took the baggy from your hands, inspecting the crushed up substance closely,

“What do you wanna do with this?” He asked curiously. You gave Stiles a ‘really’ look.

“Obviously smoke it. I want you to do it with me.”

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He stated, shocked by the news.

“I don’t but I caught my cuz smoking and she let me hit it. She said it supposed to make you feel horny and it does. Afterwards, all I could think about was you,” You explained casually. Stiles couldn’t lie, his stomach did backflips when you said that, though he kept his composure.

“But I couldn’t do anything about it until they left but she gave me some to try with you and some papers to roll it in. She said it should be enough for one blunt.” You continued, now showing him the neatly folded, white rolling papers.

As much as Stiles’s curiosity was peaked, he was hesitant. The most he ever did was drink, he never did drugs before. Of course, as a high schooler, he had multiple chances to but ultimately never did, it just wasn’t his thing.

“You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to, I just thought I would ask.” You reassured, sensing his hesitation. You didn’t mind if he didn’t want to, the last thing you wanted him to feel was pressured. You, however, were still were going to though.

Stiles thought about his decision, weighting his options. He settled on dismissing his uncertainty, before declaring, “Fuck it, let’s roll up.”

You gave him a mischievous smile.

“Come on we’re going to my room.”

You both were sitting out on the small couch of your furnished bedroom patio with a throw blanket tossed over you both, while smoking the blunt. Your back laid comfortably on the pillow against the rail, with your feet resting on Stiles lap underneath the covers. Stiles scrolled the twitter, while absentmindedly rubbing your feet. It was your turn to hit, you slowly inhaled, holding it in before releasing with blow. Stiles had stopped halfway way through the blunt, which didn’t surprise you due it being his first time smoking. Surprisingly he didn’t cough on his first time, which was shocking. You were new to it too but he seemed to handle it better than you, though both of you were equally stoned. You placed the roach blunt in the empty cup, you and Stiles used to dump the ashes. You were out of your body, feeling everything yet nothing at the same time. Stiles felt similarly, the weed lived up to your standards, he was high and horny.

“I’m definitely buzzed. What bout you?” He asked putting his phone away, turning to face you, only to find you already staring at him intensely, your eyes low and red.

“Me too.” You retorted, pulling your perfectly pedicured feet from him.

“I feel it but I’m feeling other things as well.” You uttered, sitting up on your knees, pushing Stiles back into the couch before you straddled his lap. His sizable hands rested on your hips. You avoided kissing him, wanting to work him up first. You traced kisses lasciviously to his collarbone. Stiles lightly moaned and shivered, feeling your luscious lips against his neck. His hands made their way into your blue satin pajama bottoms, he groaned, feeling the absence of your underwear.

“You ready to go back inside?” He asked, clearly captivated by your actions, he was becoming hard as a rock. You pulled away from his neck, pecking him on his lips before nodding. You climbed from Stiles lap, standing, holding out your hand, which he graciously accepted. You pulled Stiles with you inside, toward your bed. You sat down on the plush comforter, with an insatiable looking Stiles standing over you, awaiting your next move. You tugged Stiles closer by the pull strings of his pajama pants, as the other unbuttoned your top the rest of the way. Your amorous gaze never left Stiles the entire time. You shrugged your top from your shoulders, letting in pool behind you, showcasing your see through bra. Stiles’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as he watched you, feeling all his blood rush below. You were satisfying his carnal desires, in the most teasing way and he couldn’t take it anymore. You let Stiles push you against the bed for you to lay back. You giggled at his eagerness before you were silenced by his lips meeting yours. You opened your legs, allowing him to nestle himself between your thighs as he hovered you. You gasped feeling his hard girth rest against your pussy. Stiles took that opportunity to sneakily slip his tongue in, effectively deepening your kiss. Your hands slipped up his arms to wrap yours around his neck, carting your fingers through the back of his hair. Stiles groaned, pulling away from your kiss, giving you both a chance to breathe. You both stared at each other with this wanting look. Both of you seemed to silently communicate, it wasn’t long before your soft plump lips met his soft bowed ones. This time, Stiles lifted up, you felt his fingers ghost your sides, causing you to quiver at his light touch. His hands found the front of your shorts, he began tugging your snuggle short down. You pulled away from the kiss, lifting your bottom to helping him remove them. You mouth gaped as you watched him descend to your leaking mound, which was still covered by your lace undies. He eyes found yours, making your heart thud faster. You whined as his tongue glided gently over you clothed clit, as he tossed the pajama bottoms from around your ankles. You wanted Stiles badly, He had your heart feeling like it was imploding. But the way you felt was more than just sexually you loved Stiles, and you wanted to tell him. You weren’t sure if it was your intoxicated mind but you felt the need to tell him before y’all went any further. Just as he was to part your legs open,

“Wait.” You exclaimed, gently pushing Stiles away from you. You set up from the bed, anxiously watching as Stiles’s half naked stand over, he casted you a concerned look.

“What wrong?” He questioned, clearly confused by your shut off, he tell you were anxious, your leg started jumping. You eyed him, little did he know you fighting a battle in your mind. Your previous thoughts of Stiles being just a fling had blossomed into something more. You were infatuated with him, you were internally praying that he felt the same.

Going against everything screaming fiber and nerve in your body, you spouted out, “Stiles I like you.” Your eyes meeting his. He saw as your eyes glimmered with hope.

Those four words, made Stiles’s mental crack. As much as he wanted to hear those words before, they also made him panic now. He struggled deeply to collect these three words, but ultimately he felt like it was for your own good.

“Y/N I can’t.” He stated, his head hanging in defeat, his eyes avoiding yours. He was feeling were more conflicted than before, he hadn’t thought you actually like him back. It was like his wish came true but right now, considering his circumstances, he couldn’t accept it, not right now.

That spark you had, dwelled instantly and was replaced with sadness and embarrassment. A ache in heart begin to form, you, now, thought you read the situation wrong. You forced your tears back, masking the hurt like a pro.

“Stiles I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I just couldn’t take it anymore.” You confessed, swallowing the large lump in your throat.

“You told me you only wanted to be friends Y/N.”He reasoned, looking at you with a remorseful expression. Unknowingly to him, his reaction added fuel to fire, that is the ache in your heart.

“I know but I tried. I tried to convince myself and I tried to remind you that I wanted to stay friends but I couldn’t help it. The more we started to see each other, the less we started being ‘beneficial’ and more like friends, I started to feel things I shouldn’t have,” You expressed, ignoring the painful burn behind your eyes.

“The last time we were with each other and you spent the night with me was the last time I was supposed to see you Stiles because I fucked up. I fell for you, I went against my own words, I knew I wasn’t supposed to but I couldn’t help it. I tried to stay away from you Stiles but I like being with you. The way you are, the way you smile and laugh, they way you kiss me and hold me, it does something no one else can do.” You elaborated further, letting months of feelings off your chest. You words made the pit of Stiles stomach ache, he wanted to say so much but couldn’t. Stiles knew it was wrong to get with you in the first place, you pulled him so easily into your current, it swept him away. He would love to be with you but he couldn’t risk pulling you into something that’s hard to get out of.

“I can’t do this right now.” Stiles grumbled, going for his discarded shirt.

“Stiles wait,” You called out, standing to stopping him from gathering his belongings to leave. You knew it was stupid, but you wanted to feel Stiles one last time, even though it wasn’t the way you hoped.

“Now I know how you feel. I just want be with you one last time. Please?” You pleaded, looking to the floor, trying to suppress your shame.

Stiles’s mind was running a mile a minute. Part of him knew he shouldn’t have came here but ultimately he couldn’t have himself either. He knew he liked you way before you realized you liked him. He was in love from the start. But he liked Malia as well, plus Malia knew about the supernatural world, and could protect herself. Seeing what he caused with Allison messed him up, no matter what anyone told him, he felt guilty because sacrificing himself to the Nemeton was his choice and many innocent people had gotten killed for it even one of his friends. He wouldn’t be able to handle life well if he’d known he brought you into something that had gotten you hurt.

So he stood in these few moments staring at you with confused expression, debating whether he wanted to leave of not. This was his second chance before he made another mistake.

You stood there watching Stiles watch you with this unreadable expression, you could tell he was thinking. Part of you knew you were fucked up for asking him to be with you one last time, after spilling your heart out, but you couldn’t hold out any longer. Given the reaction for Stiles, you were certain he didn’t feel the same way. He loved you for your body, not you. Tears started to fall from your eyes as your head dropped further in shame, that seem to snap Stiles out of his train of thought.

“Y/N” He tried, walking towards you but you moved back. You watery eyes met his, and through your quivering lips, you stated,

“Just leave then Stiles. It’s better if we leave it off like this anyways.”

Before your mind could register anything, Stiles’s shirt was at your feet and his lips met yours. Your defensiveness instantly faded away, you melted like butter against Stiles, immediately accepting his passionate kiss. Your lips moved to together sensually, as Stiles backed you up against the door of your closet. Your hands latched to the lining of his jaw, as his hands clasped firmly onto your hips, pulling your bodies closer. You both wanted the same thing in this moment, and it was to feel each other, even if it was for the last time. You just wanted to pretend everything didn’t happen before this, you wanted to live in the moment, you wanted savor what you could from this situation.

You felt his tongue ease its way into your mouth, causing you moan. You willingly accept his actions, following his lead. Your hands trailed to his brunette strands, gently combing through them, as you both made out. Then Stiles pulled away, a single line saliva connecting your lips. You greedily followed his lips with a whine. You didn’t want it to end. Then you felt his palms on the sides on your face.

“Do you want this?” Stiles asked gruffly, his large hands cradled your cheeks as he wiped the stray tears from your face.

Not trusting your words, you nodded.

“I need words baby girl.” Stiles affirmed. Your teary eyes finally meeting his watery ones.

“Yes Mitchie.” You whimpered out, staring longingly at his bowed lips.

You and Stiles clothes were scattered across the bedroom floor. You laid on your back on the bed, with kneeling between your legs. You cried out in pleasure, as Stiles’s reddened lips, slurped hungrily against your clit. You couldn’t believe Stiles had you folded like this, your feet were at your ears, his hands was tucked firmly on the creases behind your thighs. You bottom poked out in the air, as Stiles devoured you like it was his last meal.

“Stiles.” You moaned, scratching at the messed up bedding beneath you.

Stiles groaned, sending shockwave through your body, he soaked up everything that leaked from you. Your juices covered in and around his mouth, he wasn’t sure if it was the weed making him this thirsty or you were but his flittering tongue never left your pulsating clit and his mouth didn’t stop drinking from your delicious fountain. The euphoric burn that settle in your lower stomach spread and intensified. You reach out, pushing against Stiles shoulders,

“Fuck Stiles, I c-can’t.” You whined, tears coming from your eyes. “‘S too much!” You slurred drunkenly.

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Stiles had released one of your thighs, letting your leg drop. You sharply gasped, eyes rolling, back arching high as Stiles ease his two digits into your sopping entrance. As he alternated between dragging his thick fingers against your walls to french kissing your clit.

“I-I’m cu-” You tried to warn him but it was too late. You started shaking, your vision whiting out, your moans and whimpers were caught in your throat. The intense feeling took over your body, causing you to lock up, your thighs squishing his head as your quenching essence flowed into his awaiting mouth. You were seeing stars as Stiles released you, watching as your bottom half flopped back to the bed. You were completely spent, your box braids had fell from it’s perfect bun, now flowing aimlessly from your scalp, your bronze skin had a glazed look from the layer of sweat that coated it. In your mind, Stiles had you looking an absolute mess but to him you looked stunning. It made him impossibly harder looking at how out of it you were.

Stiles hissed as he slowly jerked his painfully hard dick. Thick droplets of precum oozed from his angry red tip. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer, your fucked out expression, the way you moaned his name, the way you tasted had him stuck, like he had you.

He watched your dazed eyes meet his dark and lustful ones. Stiles placed a single kiss to your overly sensitive clit, making you twitch and whimper, before placing a gentle one to your full lips.

“You okay?” He asked, trailing sensual kisses along your rounded cheeks to your neck, all while layering his slender form overtop of your thick one, his arms cradling your head.

“Yes Mitchie.” You mewled breathlessly, arms wrapping around his neck. You were wondering how every little touch this man gives you nearly sent you over the edge.

“Good.” He placed one last kiss to your neck before sitting up. He placed your legs on his shoulder before pulling you to edge of the bed. You groaned, feeling his harden dick onto of your throbbing mound. You braced yourself, Stiles had this dark glint in his eyes, you had strong feeling he was going fuck up your feeling more than they already were. You held on tightly to the edge of the bed, knuckles turning white from the grip.

You shuddered, feeling Stiles drag his thickness between your slippery folds. It was seconds later that you felt his thick mushroom tip push into your hole, making you practically boneless as a shaky gasp left your lips. A strangled groan left Stiles lips as he tossed his head back in pure bliss, savoring the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moaned. He pushed yours legs back further, hooking his arms underneath, pinning you down with his weight, sinking his thick harden inches fully into your saturated cunt.

“Stiles!” You wailed, clinging to his biceps, slightly clawing at them. The slow yet sudden intrusion, left you with a full feeling you couldn’t shake. He groaned loudly as your body graciously welcomed him.

His lips found yours in a fiery passion as his he set his pace, his restraint vanished. You felt his teeth gently tug at your lower lip, he way of telling you to open up to him, which you obliged. The sounds coming from the searing tongue filled kissed, as well as the small grunts and moans that escaped you both, were masked by the creaminess of your purring kitty. Stiles was feeding off of every sound you produced, the way you clung to him as he were going to disappear, all while he stuffed you full of every inch he had to offer.

Stiles broke the kiss, his redden half lidded eyes watched as you tried hang on as his hips speed up. You squeaked, eye squeezing shut from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Oh shit.” You weakly cried, parting your kiss swollen lips. You couldn’t breathe, the way Stiles’s heavy phallus consistently pummeled into you quivering soaked snatch left you unable to breathe. You whined, feeling Stiles at your neck, softly suckling and nibbling on your sensitive skin. You hands moved to grasp the back of his head, pushing him further into your neck. Stiles took the initiative to move his kisses down further to your bouncing breast, Stiles looked memorized by movement. Stiles arms moved from behind your legs, he guided them around his waist, his nimble pace never stalled. His hands gripped your bobbing tits harshly causing you to yelp. Your darkened areolas resembled the richest of chocolates to Stiles in that moment. He couldn’t resist greedily sucking them both in his mouth. Your back arched high from the bed, moaning, as you continued to cradle his head while he practically ‘fed’ himself from your ample breasts. His skillful tongue alternated between sensually fondling each of your hardened peaks, adding on to the immense pleasure he was already providing by deliciously pounding into you. He released the one in his mouth with a soft pop.

“You look so beautiful,” he rasped, trailing his kisses back to your exposed neck. You moaned weakly at his praise, it made the fervent feeling in your stomach spread.

“Taking me so well like a good girl.” He growled, grinding his narrowing into you. You mewled loudly, eyes shutting, at the feeling of his pelvis stimulating your clit, while he dug deeper into your velvety canal. The feeling that emerged strongly in your stomach had grew more fierce, the more he plunged himself deeply inside you.

“You’re a good girl. Right?” He voiced huskily, watching the aesthetic beginning of your debauched undoing. You were too out of it to give a full response, you could only muster a frail nod despite the grip of your arms and legs around his waist and shoulders tightening.

Stiles tsked, placing teasing kiss to your lips, wanting your attention back on him. You whined slightly, falling for his trap, your teary low eyes found his deep brown ones. “You know I don’t like that. I need words babygirl.” His pace slowed slightly, you knew it was his way telling you to speak or he’d stop.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered out quickly, not wanting him to let up. Stiles groaned feeling you squeeze him tightly.

“You’re my good girl. Aren’t you?” Stiles pressed further, watching you start to squirm. Stiles felt you clutch around him once again like a vice. You head shook from side to side, at the almost unbearable feeling of Stiles’s fucking into like his life depended on it. His words didn’t help either, you ignored the ‘my’ for own sake, not wanting to ruin this earth shattering moment. Instead you focused on reaching your impending high.

“Stiles please! I-I” You croaked before words had gotten caught in your throat. Tightening in your stomach finally snapped. You let a broken moan, tucking your head in the side of Stiles neck, as you drug your acrylic nails down the side of his bicep, clinging tightly as you trembled violent over the edge, body locking up.

“Shit!” You heard Stiles cursed through your muddled hearing. You felt an ungodly amount of slick gush from you, coating Stiles completely. He groaned continuing to fuck you through your release. You whined weakly, pushing against Stiles moving hips, causing him to stop. He watched you lay motionless beneath him, eyes shut and breathing heavily, completely spent from cumming.

You felt Stiles lips on forehead before he eased his hard on from you. You hissed at the feeling of him dragging himself against your overly sensitive walls. As weak and out of it as you were, you complied when Stiles asked you to turn over, he helped you do so.

“Ass up, baby girl.” Stiles commanded, tapping your behind. You feebly moaned, despite your exhaustion from your second mind blowing orgasm, you listened to his command. You grasped the sheets underneath, wearily resting your head on your arms, arching the middle of your back, poking your butt out.

Stiles groaned upon seeing how exposed and drenched you were. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he positioned himself at your heated entrance, and without a warning he pushed himself in.

You shuddered and groaned feeling Stiles ease himself into once again, stretching you to the brim. Stiles sighed seeing you greedily swallow him whole. Gripping your hips in place, Stiles started moving his slowly, giving you time to adjust.

You whined feeling Stiles, once gentle and slowed pace, start to gradually increase, his hips started battering against your pillowed bottom. Stiles grunted, his grip on your hips tightening, surely going to some bruising, as he fucked harder into you. The sounds of thunderous wet clapping, a mixture of pleasured sound coming from both you and Stiles, and the concerning rattling of your bed frame, echoed through your room.

Stiles peels one hand from your hip, to wipe his sweaty strands from his forehead. He moaned feeling you constrict tightly around his length. The tightness in his stomach grew with thrust of his hips, and from the way you start clenching around him and the heightened frequency of your melodic moans and loud pants, told him you were feeling the same.

He pressed his free hand in the middle of your back, deepening your arch. Stiles’s thrust became deep and erratic. He put his weight behind his thrusts as he leaned over you, groaning and breathing heavily in your ear. You squealed loudly, trying to push yourself from the intense feeling.

Stiles huskily chuckled in your ear, he leaned back up while gripping your hips, “Where you going?” Stiles asked, holding you tightly in place. You babbled aimlessly in response. He chuckled at your state. Your mind was clouded, you heard what he said but couldn’t respond.

Stiles hips didn’t falter as he gathered your braids into one hand, holding it in a ponytail. “Stiles!” You pleaded as he tugged you to your hands and knees by you long braids, pulling you back towards his thrusts.

“Come on sweetheart, you know what to do.” He stated, halting his movements. Immediately you started thrusting yourself back onto his length. “Fuckkk.” Stiles dragged out in ecstasy, as you fucked yourself onto him. The way your ass rippled like waves against his pelvic as you moved, building up a creamy froth around the base of his dick, as you cried out, head tilted back, in complete euphoria. To him, it was picture worth painting.

“Mitchie, I’m ‘bout to cum!” You keened, feeling the familiar burn twist in your lower stomach. Little did you know, he was too.

“Me too.” He rasped, gripping your cheeks tightly. He started meet your thrusts again, only this time his thumb started massaging your other hole. You gasped feeling his thumb caress your asshole, it sent a exhilarating tingle up your spine.

You both worked with each other, chasing your awaiting release. Stiles rutted faster into you, feeling his high coming on strong. He moaned loudly, as the knot in his stomach started to peak. You chased your orgasm like a bitch in heat, the volume of your moans grew, like the pending explosion in your stomach.

Stiles was close, too close. He wanted you cum first. His fingers found their way to your pulsing clit, gently stroking the sensitive nub, pushing you closer to the edge. You hummed in delight, feeling him stroke you closer to your peak in every way. Then, unexpectedly, the thumb he used to massage your virgin hole, eased inside of you, effectively opening your flood gate.

You wailed, feeling the burn in your stomach burst, your climax hit you like a freight train as your vision blurred out. Stiles cursed feeling you grip him tightly. Your gushing slick coated Stiles’s shaft, as you trembled from the magnitude of your orgasm. Your top half collapsed, not being able to hold yourself up any longer. Stiles panted loudly, erratically pounded into you, pursuing his brewing end, fucking you through your intense orgasm. You whine in overstimulation, the feeling of him dragging against your walls was starting to become too much, you needed him to cum, or you would surely pass out. You mustered up enough strength to move.

“Cum for me, baby,” You muttered softly, moving you hips against his to help him finish.

Stiles whimpered loudly, the flame in the pit of his stomach intensified. He was teetering over the edge.

“I want you to fill me up.” You whined, feeling him throb heavily inside your aching walls. That statement was enough to send him over the edge.

“Fuck Y/N I-I” Stiles stuttered, unable to finish his sentence, before groaning loudly, his cum shooting in your canal in thick loads. You moaned tiredly, stop the movement of your hip, the feeling of Stiles seed permeating your walls made you quiver. Stiles shuddered before collapsing on your back, completely spent. Your body fell flat to the bed underneath his weight.

You both stayed like that for a while, trying to level your breathing. Stiles had softened inside you by the time, y’all breathing regulated. He lifted his sticky body from yours, his body feeling extremely weak and heavy, from either the weed or the mind-blowing sex you just had. Stiles could you body rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

“Y/N?” He called out, look at your face to see if you were awake. You weren’t, your eyes were glued shut as your mouth hung open slightly. Stiles smiled softly at your peaceful expression. He smile soon faded as he realized he fucked up with you, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Everything that conspired this past year, has left Stiles’s damaged. He had trouble eating and sleeping, his mental health was deteriorating. Had he known going out in the woods that night would’ve lead him to these deadly consequences, he wouldn’t have went. All this started because of him, and he couldn’t regret it more. But you, you were his escape from it all, you were his peace. Whenever he needed to be away from all things supernatural, you were there to put him at ease. And as he stared at you, he felt guilty, tears started brewing in his eyes as he now realized, once again, that his actions have consequences. He felt like a fuck up. And those revelations made him realize he had to go. He couldn’t bare watching you be heartbroken over him.

You whimpered in sleep, feeling him ease his flaccid appendage from you. You didn’t feel the mixture of his spend and your slick, leak out of you. Stiles pushed away his egregious thoughts, he went to your attached bathroom, grabbing a fresh linen cloth and towel from the closet, making sure to wet cloth with warm water. He knew from the light snores that sounded from you, that you were out for the night. The least he could do was get you cleaned up. You didn’t even budge as he opened you legs and wiped you clean and patted you dry. Stiles was depleted on all levels, he just wanted to go to bed and try to forget all the bad. He fished his clothes from the ground, tossing on his Star Wars graphic tee, boxers, and pajama pants.

As he went to gather the rest of his belongings, the sound of his phone vibrating from pants made him reach for it. He finally looked at the time, it had been a little after 2 since he last looked at the time, It was 3:15 in the morning. She then looked at the message, it was Malia asking if he was up. He looked back at your sleeping form, guilt was starting to eat at him bad.

He sighed stuffing his phone back into his pocket, choosing to ignore her text. He started straightening up, making sure to lock your patio door, and clean up any evidence of y’all smoking. He slid your silk bonnet over your freshly braided scalp, he knew you’d be upset if you woke up to you hair being messed up. He also turn on the fan, knowing you get hot at night. He glanced at your sleeping form, longingly before placing one last kiss to your forehead while covering your nude body with your blanket.

He gathered his keys and slipped on his shoes before making his way out of your home, securing it, then getting in his car, driving away like a thief in the night…

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Please be nice, this is my first time writing smut so I hope I did well and excuse any mistakes I didn’t see👍🏾. Anyways, this post will a receive an update, which I already started writing. So part 2 coming soon…

[anamenooneowns]

Urges

Summary: Jennifer is always greedy for you.

AN: i rewatched jennifer's body last night so i wanted to make a spicy fic. its just our cannibal, succubus girlfriend loving up on her chubby girl. enjoy!

Pairing: Jennifer Check x Chubby black reader

Warnings: Dub-con (not previously consented demonic hypnotizing), no use of y/n (Angel isn't your name, it's a nickname), fucked grammar, degradation, biting, smacking (like once), cursing, almost caught, possible voyeurism (not really just tryna cover all the bases, these also sound like porn tags)

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

This wasn't good. No- it wasn't good at all. This was terrible, in fact. What the fuck were you thinking? Anyone could see you here.

But as Jennifer's tongue slid up through your folds, parting them like Moses did the goddamn Red Sea- it was the best decision you've made in your life. Her plump lips pursed around your swollen clit, gathering spit to the front of her mouth to rub over the throbbing nub over, and over, and again. Your leg was thrown over her shoulder, and for a girl so skinny, it was surprising that she didn't falter at your weight pressing down on her at all.

It was your fault that you looked so precious wearing the crop top that you had taken from her closet. The spandex pressed your tits together while creating a delicious spillage she was quickly developing a taste for in Biology. And now she was having her fill in the gym locker rooms when you were both supposed to be practicing a new routine.

"Jen- Jen, fuck," you mewled. It was hard to focus on the door where anyone could come in when she was doing that thing with her tongue. "Any... anyone c'n come in."

Jennifer pulled away to laugh at your slurred words, rubbing your clit with her thumb to keep you just at the edge. "Oh, they can come in, can't they, Angel?" she mocked your moaning voice. "Then I guess the smart thing to do would be to shut your whore mouth, right?" the drop of her voice was cold and sudden.

Your sucked your trembling bottom lip into your mouth, stifling your tears at her nasty words even though your nipples were twisting into thick, hardened peaks against your cheer shirt. Her eyes locked onto your chest and she pushed your shirt up with her free hand, a dulcet noise coming from her throat as your heavy tits fell out of them. 

"Fuck." she huffed out a laugh, rising from her haunches slowly as she pressed kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts. "For someone so scared they're gonna be seen, it feels like you're just getting wetter and wetter," she hissed in your ear like a dirty secret.

Jennifer punctuated her sentence with a sharp smack against your pussy, eliciting a squelch that sounded so nasty- so lewd that your knees buckled. 

It took a moment to realize that you never hit the ground. Then another to register that Jennifer Check was holding you, above the ground, against the lockers, as if you were weightless. She dropped to her knees now, settling your legs over her shoulders to return to licking the honeyed sweetness you were dripping. All for her. The feeling of her mouth and fingers pleasuring you made your concern slip from your mind, head nodding off as the rise of your orgasm coiled and got hot in your belly.

"Ohgodohgod- wanna cum. Jen.. Jen, lemme cum, baby- please."

Collective laughter in the hallway almost distracted you. Almost. Jennifer's teeth sharpened and she moved her face away from your cunt to bite your thigh, smiling when you cried out in pain. "If you wanna cum, then you keep those eyes on me, Angel. Or maybe you want them to see us, see how good of a little slut you are for me, letting me eat your pussy out?"

It was adorable how you shook your head even though she could hear you chanting 'yes' in your mind. All the times she wondered where your head went off to before she was cursed had been answered. The scenarios of the salacious, perverted things you wanted her to do to you and vice versa made her write a checklist in her diary at home. This was just number five that you and her would both be crossing off soon.

It was when you started hearing the words of your fellow friends and cheerleaders that your diverted your attention again. Jennifer growled and pulled away, slick dripping down her chin, lipgloss smudged. "Angel. Look. At. Me."

Your pretty brown eyes locked onto hers and the sparkle in them started to fade as you fell into her hypnosis. Her demonesque eyes dilated at the sight of you, jaw half-open and eyes lidded as you looked down at her. 

 There we go, now you gotta work for it yourself, sweet girl.

You carded your fingers through Jennifer's hair before stopping at the back of her head, rolling your hips forward. Jennifer moaned as your eyes rolled back, riding her face at an angle where your clit bumped against her nose with every hump. She sucked your inner folds into her mouth, teasing their lineation with her tongue to scoop your cream into her mouth before letting them go. 

The doorknob twisted and turned from across the room but it didn't open. A muffled collection of groans echoing in the hallway from sweaty and tired cheerleaders at the jammed door. It made her want to laugh at how you were getting a much different workout in here.

When your hips started stuttering and frustrated whines spilled from your swollen lips at missing her nose from rutting so desperately, she grabbed the undersides of your thighs. God, you were so warm and soft. The feeling made her hungry. And the second she felt her teeth shift and sharpen, cheeks thinning to accommodate an unhinged jaw–she slammed the door on the feeling. Looking back to your soulless, brown eyes she couldn't- wouldn't succumb to her newly cannibalistic urges.

Instead, she focused on how she could have cum alone from how sopping wet and sticky your pussy was as she pushed her ring and middle finger inside your walls. It felt like hot silk as she curled them inside of you, slowly letting go of her reigns on your mind. The light in your eyes flickered on and your brows drew together, a sob leaving your lips as you looked down at her glacier blue eyes. Did you black out? 

When she put her mouth back on your cunt, you quickly agreed that you did because who wouldn't go unconscious from such good pussy eating? 

"S'right there- stop, Jenny, wai-wait!" you babbled, trying to tuck your hips back, away from her dangerous mouth.

Whatever the noise she made though, something guttural and warning, stilled you as chills ran up your spine. Your body shuddered, head tilting against the lockers and eyes rolling back as you squirted into her waiting mouth. 

She drank as if she had been deprived of water, refusing to waste a drop before crooning, "My pretty Angel," between breaths of air. She made out with your pussy as soon as she caught her breath, swirling her tongue through your swollen vulva until you were wet with her spit and whining.

"Alright, I'm done. C'mon, Angel-baby," her voice was softer as she lowered your legs to the floor, wrapping a thin arm behind your waist because she didn't trust you not to fall. 

Your eyes fluttered open when she started peppering kisses over your neck, and the kisses stopped once your eyes latched onto hers. "C'mon, I'll walk you back home, s'not safe to be alone."

You didn't argue that she would then be alone, knowing that she'd brush your concerns off with a mind-numbing kiss. And you also didn't say a word when you watched her tuck your panties into her bag unabashedly. 

When you walked into the hallway it was clear, and confusion clouded your face. Jennifer didn't have to look at you to know you were confused about what happened to your cheer squad coming toward the locker room.

"The door was jammed silly, duh." Jennifer said. "You know we always get lucky when we're in public like this," her hand crept up your skirt and you squealed as she squeezed the fatty flesh.

"Jenny, anyone could have seen my ass!" you whispered angrily, lips scrunching into a pout.

She stopped walking and grabbed your jaw, kissing you in the middle of the empty basement. Her tongue pushed into your mouth, impatient- everything was always impatient with Jennifer. Your gasp is swallowed as she presses her tongue against yours, the potent taste of you being dressed over your tongue. Pulling away, she swipes your bottom lip and collects the string of saliva connecting your mouths to pop it into her own. "They wouldn't live another day to even talk about my girlfriend's pretty ass."

You rub your lips together, moisturizing them with what was left of Jennifer's strawberry flavored gloss. Finally, you sweetly say. "Well then.. I guess it's okay."

God, you really were an Angel. Always willing and okay to let Jennifer do whatever she wanted.

As you both kept walking, Jennifer's hand rubbing your ass, she decided you didn't need to know that she literally would tear someone limb from limb for you. Or that the door to the locker room wasn't actually jammed and she had locked it from the start, the key shoved in her bra.

It was late when you and Jennifer finally got off of facetime, you insisting that she at least do this for you the moment she dropped you off so you could see her get home safely. You grabbed your pajamas which was really only panties and a tank-top you stole from your girlfriend before going into the bathroom.

You peeled off your cheer uniform, and that's when you felt it. Hissing, you turn to the mirror in your bathroom and raise your leg.

It felt like an icy hand clutched your heart as you looked at the ellipsis of small holes decorating your inner thigh. The oxidized reddish-brown blood was smeared all over it and there was only a one-word question that flitted through your mind.

Jennifer?

[infernalodie]

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 (𝐏𝐭.𝟐) || 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

“𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺, 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴“

Inspo: Tory Lanez - Best Of You

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: In the apex, you had no worries...

Warnings: Smut, fingering, praise kink, oral (Sam receiving), Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader, just a feral Sam Carpenter.

Part One

Words: 1291

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Just like that, sweetheart~ Yeah. Yeah, yeah, right there.” Sam’s head lulled back, lips parted with faintly whispered praises slipping from her lips. Hips gently rocked on your fingers that trembled inside of her. Ever so often daringly curling and prodding at the spongy spot that left the girl quivering above you.

“Am I doing it right?” You murmured, eyes flickering between her blissed features and your fingers swallowed by her needy entrance that squeezed with each noise you made.

Sam couldn’t help but find your seeking approval adorable. For someone so confident in the first half, you looked about ready to start panicking because you had no idea of what you were doing. And maybe that was because even with you holding control of her pleasure, she still held control.

Not that you had a problem with it either. The feeling of being used in this context had your cunt soaked. Because at the end of the day, this wasn’t for you. This was for her. She’d been craving the idea of using your fingers to bring her that sweet release and you were fine with that.

Sitting up, she placed her hands on either side of your head, caging your vision to fixate on her face–Letting you see every flicker of her eyes rolling back and lips parting to accompany a moan that slipped out. It truly was something to behold. So much so that your free hand had snaked between your legs and took the initiative to rub tight circles to your clit.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by Sam, who grinned widely. “You like watching me fuck myself on your fingers, baby?” She muttered, slightly breathless.

“Y-Yeah.” You didn’t know how to answer such a question and it showed. Too perplexed by the beauty hovering above you.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips curled in a drunken smile and her brown skin had a thin layer of sweat. Her lips gyrated, rotating back onto your fingers that curled and scissored–just like she told you. Still, in a position of giving being your first time, you would do it however many times she asked if you got to see her like this.

“So nervous,” she teased, hips seeming to speed up. Catching each flick of your thumb against her clit perfectly and your fingers hitting a particular angle that pressed against the velvety walls that caused her to quiver. “Let loose, baby. I know something inside of you wants to fuck me till I pass out.”

Her outright nature was still something you hadn’t been able to get used to. But her encouragement seemed like it would be enough for you. Or at least, that’s what you were forcing yourself to believe.

Sitting up, you removed your hand from her clit, which forced a whine of disagreement. But you ignored it, pushing down the submissive thoughts and focusing on getting what you wanted. Because such a large part of you wanted to please her, but you weren’t sure how you could. So, you were kinda throwing yourself into the deep end, hoping that you could surprise her and get the upper hand in this situation.

Placing a hand on her chest, you forced her onto her back. She watched with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, excitement flashing in her eyes as you lowered yourself between her legs. Kissing the inside of her thighs with your teeth nipping at the delicate skin. Pulling soft gasps from the girl.

But the moment your tongue flicked her clit, Sam was in heaven. Her head fell to her pillow, eyes fluttering shut as she soaked in the feeling of your fingers fucking her to oblivion.

And her taste was almost a potion to raise the purest element of a human. Lust. The primal and true ingredient was found in the liquid dripping from her cunt and soaking your fingers. It was nothing less than heavenly.

Which is why you were quick to pull your fingers from her cunt and replace them with your tongue. Making Sam’s back arch off the bed, hands reaching above her to grab at the headboard. “Like that, baby! Just like that!” She moaned. “You’re doing so good.”

Her legs curled around your head, forcing your closer than you thought possible. But you didn’t complain. Hands grabbing at her breasts, you kneaded the flesh and continued to drink the potion leaking.

“So fucking good,” you muttered to yourself. “I never want to leave.”

Sam lifted her head and it was the greatest decision she could’ve ever made. You ate away at her greedily, eyes rolling back with shameless moans falling from your lips and flowing through her. And when your eyes refocused, you squinted at her. Sam didn’t need to see to know you were grinning in bliss.

She knew there was a side of you that was foreign to even you. And it was a gift that she could be the one to pull it out of you.

Pressing your thumb to her clit, you rose to your knees. Giving a new sightline for Sam that had her reeling. The moonlight peeked perfectly through the window in beams that broke in long bands. But she could see the glint of your soaked jaw and sable body gently quivering in excitement. With a shadow casting over one side of your face.

The smile on your face was so evident as you ran a hand over her stomach. “I fucking love you, Sam.”

At that point, Sam wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not. What she did know was that if it was a dream, she won’t ever want to wake up. But feeling the warmth of your hands and your fingers continuing to rub at her clit made her aware of reality.

And despite you being new to this, you were rapidly tugging Sam toward the high she’d been dreaming of for months. Everything about you being lost in her cunt was enough to turn her on. But you eating her like this would be the last meal you would ever have was the final push needed.

Your tongue curled skillfully, gently encouraging her to flutter around it. “O-Oh, fuck!” Sam dug her nails into your scalp, lips parted with the corners curled in a grin. It only faltered slightly when her body began to twitch. The shocks of euphoria came in waves, their effect prolonging the high.

But you gently pinching her tits threw her into hysterics. An almost twisted laugh fell from Sam’s lips as came on your tongue. Legs tensing around your head could very much crack your skull from the pressure. Her back arched off the bed with her moans raising a few octaves before she collapsed. And like she did, you helped her gently descend from the high. Fingers gently caressing her sensitive bud until she was breathing heavily, forearm resting over her eyes.

She laughed, running a hand through your hair. Able to see you doing kitten licks to her clit, sending jolts of euphoria through her. It was adorable. And when she tried to move away, you grunted, hands grabbing at her thighs and keeping her in place. Eyes narrowing, showing your disapproval.

It was hot. Sam exhaled shakily, smiling as she said, “Round 2, huh?”

[pluto-00]

DRUNK OFF YOU.

nsfw(16+), black fem reader, eating out, afab reader, praising, degrading(not directed to reader), whining/begging, mentions of spit, dom reader(ish), sub/switch male, and after-care.

pet names; my love, pretty girl, and baby.

pussy drunk men! who are kind of pathetic when it comes to you. You always have him needy when your away, poor baby can’t even get off properly when you aren’t there.

pussy drunk men! who’d want nothing more than to please you when you finally come home.

“please my love, let me have a taste, i’ll promise to take good care of you t’nite.”

pussy drunk men! who’d at the drop of a hat would get on they’re knees if you’re stressed and needed some relief.

pussy drunk men! who’d take one lap of it, and start moaning and rutting into the the mattress like a little bitch. Causing you in response to laugh, and push his head away from your heat.

“I let you get a taste, and you start acting like a complete whore.”

“M’sorry baby, i’m g’nna calm down..I promise.”

pussy drunk men! who’d groan as your lower half started to get wetter. His muffled sounds collidin against your sopping cunt.

“Fuckk, you’re getting everywhere.”

pussy drunk men! who enjoys when your thighs cramp around his face, priding himself on your physical reactions alone. The way you tug on his hair, as your back arches are some of his favorite things he likes to see.

pussy drunk men! who are very skilled with their mouth alone, can have you seeing stars for hours if you wanted.

pussy drunk men! who likes maintaining eye contact the entire time when he’s going down on you, he just loves watching you come undone.

“I wish you could see how you gorgeous you look right now, mhm.”

pussy drunk men! who can go on for hours, he could have an aching dick in his boxers and yet still drink you up like a man in the desert who found a water well.

pussy drunk men! who’s absolutely a mess when its comes to you, your slick all over his lips, and his spit dripping down your inner thighs

pussy drunk men! who’s probably has you in tears or close to it. A soft smile plays on his lips, as you buck your hips up into his mouth, a clear sign you need more.

pussy drunk men! who’s made you cum probably twice already just by his tongue alone, and is now pushing for another. This is by pure enjoyment alone, you're over-stimulated, and not once has he stopped.

pussy drunk men! who praises you relentlessly, he’s just so thankful that you let him go on for this long. His thumb runs over your puffy clit, trying to get another climax out of you with a slight grin on his face.

“You’re being so good for me, my love. thank you.”

pussy drunk men! who when they are done, kiss you on the lips, and go put on a warm bath as another thank you.

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thinking of..! leon s kennedy, geto suguru, satoru gojo, trafalgar law, and spencer reid.

[yenso]

listen! liu kang adores whenever you let your fingers trace over his tattoos. feeling the power of the deity underneath them as the two of you lay on the bed with blankets, keeping the two of you warm. sure, getting intimate with you is something he likes as well. (clearly). it's just that the little things that scream love are what makes his heart throb. a hopeless romantic is what he surely likes to be <33

[apocalypse-shuffle]

MICHAEL MYERS | THE SHAPE (Carpenter/Akkad Continuity)

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Dating (or just coexisting with) Myers (Michael Myers x Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

NSFW-ish, 18+, minors dni, black!fem!reader, brief mentions of sex, canon typical violence

mainly going off the continuity of the first two films because I don’t want to talk about magic.

Pic Source: John Carpenter’s Halloween (1978) & Halloween H20

The man is using up all your resources. Does he let you feed him, not yourself, but he does eat your food (and then demand seconds so you have to make a big pot).

What’s yours is his (but what’s his is not yours) whether you like it or not.

Michael doesn’t speak, nor does he communicate through any surefire nonverbal means, so being with him is like constantly playing the most deadliest game of charades.

You’d been prepared for non verbal, what you hadn’t been prepared for was a heavy dose of malicious stonewalling. Michael almost wants you to fuck up and give him a reason, wants to see how far he can push you before you inevitably screw up and piss him off.

Every once in a while (after he’s significantly warmed up to you) you’ll get a grunt that you have to listen really hard for as he tries to get your attention. Any other time he’ll just be there, won’t announce his presence or anything, all of a sudden someone’s just breathing down your neck or something’s shifting in your peripheral vision and making your instincts go haywire.

Half the time Michael won’t even ask you to do something he’ll just carry you off to what he wants and set you down in front of it.

Michael communicates with his eyes the most though, it’s imperative that you learn how to interpret the different purposeful shifts of his eyes, the furrowing of his eyebrows behind the mask, and the stilted movements of his body.

Now, since you’re black you’ve gotta be extra careful. You being the person the real estate people were able to con into moving into the Myers house was definitely not why all eyes were on you.

Sure some people shake their heads at you for disturbing a house with that history, though none of them bother to actually tell you about it, but most people were just wary of you “on principle”.

You were black, this was a prominent residential street filled predominantly with white families who: “don’t want any trouble”. If you’re with Michael you’ve got to be careful because people are watching you hard already and will jump at anything just to justify their unreasonable wariness about you and get your ass out of town.

Soon as Michael starts killing again certain people immediately start pointing fingers at you. They claim it’s the house (maybe you were possessed or something) but you’re all more than aware that even if you’d moved into a different house with a less violent history you’d still somehow be suspect number one.

They were unfamiliar with you, and didn’t like the look of you, and you didn’t smile enough, and gave off a bad vibe (ie: was minding your business), and “These killings didn’t start back up until after she got here.” Nevermind the fact that you’d been living in Haddonfield for months before Michael showed back up.

There is no ignoring the extra problems Michael brings at your door. If anyone spots him coming into the house, and you don’t end up dead by his hand, you’re both going down by the cops.

The second he shows up and won’t leave, you accept the inevitable, you’ll be labeled an accomplice no matter how the actual situation plays out.

Personally I’m writing you taking the path of least resistance. You’ve accepted your faith, now it’s time to have fun.

I firmly believe that the only way you can stay alive with Michael is if you’re actively keeping him interested. The second he gets bored of you it’s over so you need to become a new obsession of his.

Keeping him interested can happen in a lot of different ways but sexually satisfying him is a pretty good bet. (This will only work if he’s feeling lenient enough to allow a relationship to form between you two though.)

Initially reacting a little abnormally to his appearance will allow a level of intrigue to form in Michael that will ultimately end up giving you a shot at continued life.

You’re not scared, or at least reacting how people usually do when they’re scared? Why? Everyone’s scared of him. *Interest piques*.

When in the mood he’ll want to figure you out, to test your limits after your first meeting, so use that to your advantage.

Sex with Michael is very one sided until/unless you push for otherwise, but will always be intense (it’s not always rough, but no matter what you’ll be trembling at the end). At the beginning Michael will also be incredibly clumsy, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing so if you’re gonna initiate then you better use your voice and instruct his ass on what to do if you want to have a good time.

Mild Detour: You wear waistbeads? Cool, I do too. Michael doesn’t give a shit. They’re pretty and instantly catch his attention once he’s actually able to see them, but that just marks the beginning of the end for you.

If you have waistbeads let me tell you something, he’s using those bitches like they’re a pair of handlebars. You’ll either need to have a backlog of beads, a girl on call, or the strongest waistbeads known to man, okay? He will be manhandling your ass wherever he needs you to be. It’s snap central with Michael; you’re being snatched one second and in the next the sound of little glass or wooden beads hitting the floor is reaching your ears.

Just in general if Michael wants anything sexual he’ll quicker physically maneuver you where he wants you to be until you get the hint than utilize any true acceptable form of communication. He could communicate properly mind you, he just finds it more fulfilling not to.

Non sexual ways to keep him interested enough in not killing you for encroaching on his space are if you meet his necessities and he’s in a mindset to care. There are times where in some movies Michael just has no problem living in a sewer when he could otherwise just kill someone and utilize their house and resources or secretly live in someone's house. He has options is what I’m saying and he seemingly doesn’t take advantage of them by choice so it’s hit or miss depending on iteration and mood whether Michael will deem basic care a priority enough to keep you alive as long as you provide him with it.

A delicate balance must be found between the two of you if you value your life. You’ve got to be assertive enough with him for him to be interested enough in you not to immediately kill you, but you cannot insult him or order him around. Ordering him around just reminds him of Loomis and you don’t want to remind him of when he was in the psychiatric facility.

The mask is off limits. Touch it without permission or attempt to take it off of him and it’s an immediate death sentence.

On the plus side though as a single black female he’s a great burglary deterrent and - once he likes you enough to regularly stalk you during his off time (ie: not October; that whole month is just one big trigger for him alongside any sight or mention of Loomis, Laurie, or Jamie) - Michael is also excellent assault and harassment deterrent as well!

The first night he sees you being harassed or assaulted, Michael splits the person’s skull open in front of you and you almost pass out from the strain of keeping in the highest, most terrified scream of your life. It’s horrifying and you're splattered with blood by the end. Michael is completely unphased in comparison, letting the body thump to the ground before casually walking off.

The obsession does pose an issue with your dating exploits however. A lapse in judgment you only allowed once after Michael’s bitch ass left the severed hand of the person you’d gone out on a date with in your bed (and that person subsequently turned up ‘missing’ afterwards of course).

You didn’t leave him out anything but some fucking oats for the rest of the month in revenge, but the fucker hadn’t even blinked at the bland splatter of food you’d laid out for him. Next time you’d go for something spicy (if you were feeling bold that is).

“You Time” is also impossible with Michael breathing down your neck for the majority of each month. Especially if you don’t want to engage sexually or “romantically” with him this is going to get wholly on your nerves. You want to read, play a game, masturbate, take a peaceful nap, or even take a bath without knowing he's waiting right outside of the door? Ha. Too bad, because you’ve got a six foot something obsessive asshole of a man insistent on breathing in the air that you breath out, and vise fucking versa at this point.

Michael and you are locked in for life if you’re still alive after that first encounter, and whether that means until one of you gets taken down or until Mikey Boy gets pissed enough at you to murder you himself is anybody’s guess.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This one was fun, I enjoyed writing this🧡.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[s-sugustar]

Mean!Sasuke w/thigh reading.

"C'mon, you can do better y/n." Sasuke muttered, his eyes pinned on you as you grinded against his thigh. Tears dripping from your chin, as your gripped onto his leg, steadying yourself.

Such an odd way how you ended up on his leg and in Naruto's office at that. For almost the entire day, you had been teasing Sasuke by flirting with Naruto; not only had the yellow haired man oblivious to your advances but he groveled in all of them sent his way and poor Sasuke was there to witness all of it. His jaw clenched as he heard the back and forth between you and Naruto. The sickening laughter and friendly banter between the two of you or the way your finger glided against Naruto's arm.

Sasuke had enough and was so close to bending you over the table right in front of Naruto to show him who you belonged to. "Some of the villagers are in need of your assistance Hokage." Sasuke murmured, quickly catching Naruto's attention before he hurried out of the office. Once he left the room, Sasuke walked behind the Hokage desk and sat in the chair, legs spread. The room was silent, nothing but the wind blowing through the room as your eyes focused on Sasuke. His face void of any emotions and his eyes not showing you anything. "Lock the door then come to me." Sasuke rasped, no hint of play within his voice.

Maybe you had gone too far with your flirting. When Sasuke was jealous it wasn't any easier on you during sex. Times before you woke up with bruises all over your body and an ache between your legs when you pushed the raven-haired man to close to the edge.

You shuddered once you remembered what had happened the last time you tried to piss him off. With quick strides, you walked over to where he sat, you stood tall between his legs as you looked down at him for his next move. "Sit." Okay maybe he was going to go easy this time. As you hooked your legs around his waist, he pressed a hand on your stomach, stopping you from sitting down fully. You paused in confusion, not understanding what he meant until. "You don't get that privilege to sit on my dick. Get on my thigh." You looked back in shock, expecting him to change his answer but with a pointed look and the raise of an eyebrow, you huffed quietly, moving back until you were on his thigh.

"Ride my thigh y/n. Since you want to like a whore, get off on my thigh like one." he spat, not sparing you another glance as he pulled a paper from the desk to read through. You took initiative and rolled your hips against his thigh, catching a rhythm before speeding up.

After a few minutes, you were close to cumming and Sasuke could see that. The whimper in your voice and the subtle shake in your legs; "Sasuke, he-help mee." you whined, trying to gain his attention so that you could get some sort of release. Placing the paper, he had forsaken long ago on the table, Sasuke looked at you, a wicked smirk and his face. You knew that meant he was up to no good. "Help you? You didn't need my help when you were all over Naruto, now did you?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanted to hear it from you. You whimpered, trying to get an answer out but the words fell from your mouth in babbles. "I don't understand baby talk. C'mon, you can do better y/n."

[mrsurahara]

𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘┊𝗟. 𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗭

ఌ︎. p. Luke Alvez x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering (f receiving), squirting, mating press], take a shot every time you see “princesa”, cocky Luke Alvez, reader talking shit on the game— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 1.6k

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

You and Luke were laying in your bed. You were in between his legs resting against his warm, shirtless chest in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You always told him that wearing his clothes helped you feel close to him even when he was miles away on a case.

You had your headset on and a PS5 controller in your hands yelling at the TV. You’d been playing Call of Duty: Warzone for the last three hours nonstop and Luke was having trouble keeping up. All he knew was that your team won every game and you talked a lot of trash. He’s contemplating pouring body wash into your mouth.

Unbeknownst to you, Luke was growing painfully hard. You constantly grinding on his dick, even though it wasn’t on purpose, was making it very challenging to not just flip you over and fuck you right there.

Then he got an idea.

Moving your bent legs to the outside of his, he began running his large hands up and down your thighs. Knowing he loves touching you, you decided against questioning it and continued to play the game. When you didn’t respond to him, he ran the backs of his knuckles over your pussy causing you to buck your hips. A knowing smirk graced his beautiful face because he knew he had you.

He lifted one side of the headset and whispered in your ear, “Cariño, I wanna play,” his breath fanned over your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

You lifted the mic from your mouth before speaking, “After this game baby, I promise,” you said, your voice breathy.

He decided to torture you a little bit. He put the mic back in its place and began to suck on the sweet spot just above your collarbone. You almost moaned, but pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth to suppress it. You took a deep breath to calm your arousal but ultimately failed when he began to nip and suck at the skin on both sides of your neck leaving purplish-red love bites in his wake.

“Good game ya’, gotta go! Bye!” you rushed, turning off the game and throwing both the controller and headset onto the black beanbag in the corner of your room. Luke held your hips down when you tried to turn and face him. “Let me go, I want a kiss,” you whined, eliciting a deep chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Not yet princesa,” he ran his thumbs under the band of the boxers you wore. You were so thick you could actually fit them and it never failed to make all the blood rush to his dick. “Take these off,” he instructed. You lifted your hips and slid the underwear off. “I bet if I touched your pussy my fingers would be soaked, hm?” he said into your ear.

“Well you wouldn’t be wrong,” you shrugged, receiving a smack to your bare cunt making you buck your hips again.

“You’re in no position to be a smartass,” he growled. His hands made their way to your smooth inner thighs and touched everywhere but your needy cunt.

“Luke, please,” you breathed out and you could practically hear the grin on his face.

“Please what, princesa? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” you whined from the lack of contact where you needed it the most.

“Touch you where? Show me,” he said. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your needy pussy. The subtle contact made your eyes flutter shut. His thick fingers ran through your soaked slit. “You’re so wet, Cariño,” he praised as he kissed your neck. “You gonna be good and take my fingers?” he asked.

“Y-yes, sir,” you stumbled over your words. Soon enough one of Luke’s thick digits plunged into your weeping hole, drawing out a wanton moan from you.

“Mhm, let me hear you, baby,” he said against your neck. Luke added another finger then another and curled them inside of you, hitting your G-spot with every movement. You tried to close your legs, but Luke used his own to keep them spread. He brought his other hand around and began to circle your throbbing clit, increasing your pleasure.

Sweet moans and whimpers escaped your lips as the love of your life finger fucked you. You began to feel the heat in your abdomen grow more and more. “Luke I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered through your moans.

“Cum for me princesa— cum all over my fuckin’ hands,” he said, speeding up his movements. His words were that last nudge you needed before you fell off the cliff into a sea of pure bliss. You shouted his name and your fingernails dug into the meat of his thighs, leaving deep crescent indents in his tanned skin. As Luke continued to fuck you through your orgasm, an unfamiliar sensation shot through your abdomen. A burst of liquid shot out of you, wetting Luke’s hands and the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and you tried to run away from the fingers still massaging your swollen cunt.

Luke was even more turned on than before.

He hummed in satisfaction and petted your clit a few times. “Turn around,” he instructed while untangling your legs. You straddled him, hovering over him so as not to put any additional pressure on your overstimulated pussy. Having none of that, Luke pulled you flush to the painful erection in his pants. You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes, and hid your face in his neck. Bringing a hand to your throat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. He smacked your bare ass and you moaned at the sting. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” he smiled.

“I didn’t even know I could,” you admitted. He leaned in to kiss you again. “Mi amor’s a squirter,” he grinned against your lips. Then it hit him… he was the first man to ever make you squirt. As if he needed another ego boost. “I’m the first and only man who’s ever gonna make you squirt,” he growled as his grip on the sides of your throat tightened.

“Yes, you are,” you leaned in and placed another loving kiss on his lips. As you continued to kiss, Luke lifted his hips and removed his sweatpants and boxers.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he pulled his shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. “Much better,” he grinned in satisfaction as he kissed you again. You raised your hips, taking hold of the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance. Looking into his eyes, you sank down until the tip rested inside of you. Your  eyes fluttered shut at the stretch and you rested your forehead on his.

“You got it princesa,” he praised. His large hands found your hips and helped you move. You sank further and further down until you were flush with his pelvis. “There you go.” 

You moaned as you rolled your hips. Clutching at the curls at the back of his head, you attacked his neck. Lips, teeth, and tongue left reddened skin that was sure to become darker in their wake. You kissed a trail from his collarbone to his lips.

Luke kissed you back with equal fervor, panting at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock. His hands that were on your hips migrate to the globes of your ass. His fingers grip the muscle as he moves your hips faster.

“Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” you moaned against his lips.

“Mm, I know cariño,” he cracked a cocky smile, “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Please, please!” you begged.

Flipping you onto your back, Luke pushed your knees to your chest, letting your calves rest on his shoulders. He pulled out leaving the fat tip of his cock in and plunged back into your heat. He repeated the motion, your breath catching in your throat. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

Putting all of his weight on one of his strong arms, he used his free hand to pull your lip free. “Didn’t I say I wanna hear you? Don’t start being hard headed now.” He spits on your clit, “Play with yourself for me, princesa.” You nodded, quickly obeying him. Your eyes screwed shut at the added sensation. Luke lightly slapped your face, “Uhn uhn, eyes on me.”

Through bleary eyes, you met Lukes’s pretty brown ones. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms flexed with every thrust. That familiar heat below your navel began to spread, burning hotter and hotter the more you circled your swollen clit. Luke could feel you clenching around his cock, making him work harder to fuck you deeply.

“You gonna cum hermosa?” he grunted. Your pussy had him in a vice grip and he was so close.

“Yes! Yes, m’gonna cum, baby,” you were so close.

“Go ahead, make a fucking mess.”

You gushed at his words, squirting all over his abs, your movements over your clit never ceasing. With a few more strokes, Luke came with a grunt. His cock twitched as he filled you to the brim with his spend. Luke leaned down to kiss you. You hissed at the ache in your hips when he let your legs down into a more comfortable position. He kneaded the aching flesh without pulling out or breaking the kiss.

Now a tangled mess of limbs and sweet kisses, you swipe at the dewy skin on Luke’s forehead, admiring his handsome face.

“How about you draw us a bath while I change the bed?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Deal.”

[hookhausenschips]

I’ll Be There

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Summary: In the high-pressure world of Formula One, Toto Wolff, head of Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team, develops feelings for Y/N, a young engineer stuck in a toxic relationship. Despite their age gap, Toto supports Y/N as she finds the courage to break free. Together, they navigate the challenges ahead, strengthened by their bond.

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Toto Wolff leaned against the railing of the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team garage, his gaze fixed on the sleek silver car as it roared past him on the track. The sounds of the bustling pit lane faded into the background as his mind wandered, thoughts drifting to the one person who occupied his thoughts more than anything else: Y/N. Y/N, the 23-year-old engineer who had captured Toto's heart from the moment he met her.

She was a bright, determined young woman, with a passion for Formula One that matched his own. But behind her bright smile and sharp intellect, Toto could see the shadows lurking in her eyes, the weight of a toxic relationship bearing down on her.

Their age gap was something that Toto had grappled with since the moment he realized his feelings for Y/N. At 52, he was more than twice her age, and while age was just a number, he couldn't ignore the inherent power dynamics at play. He had seen the way Y/N's partner, a fellow engineer on the team, belittled her and controlled her, a weapon to assert dominance.

But despite the obstacles they faced, Toto couldn't deny the connection that existed between them. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, perfectly matched in every way. And though their age gap sometimes filled him with doubt, he knew that their bond was stronger than any societal expectations.

As he watched the team's mechanics swarm over the car, preparing it for the upcoming race, Toto couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He had tried to be there for Y/N, offering support and encouragement whenever he could, but he knew that breaking free from a toxic relationship was never easy.

It was late at night when Toto finally returned home, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. The house was quiet as he stepped inside, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning. But as he made his way through the empty rooms, he felt a sense of emptiness settle over him.

He missed Y/N, the warmth of her presence, and the lightness of her laughter. But even more than that, he worried about her. He knew that she was struggling, trapped in a relationship that was slowly suffocating her spirit. And try as he might, Toto couldn't shake the feeling that he was failing her.

As the days turned into weeks, Toto found himself increasingly preoccupied with thoughts of Y/N. He longed to reach out to her, to offer her the support and comfort that she so desperately needed. But he knew that he had to tread carefully, that pushing too hard could push her away.

Toto was walking through the bustling paddock of the Circuit de Monaco, his mind preoccupied with the intricacies of the upcoming race. As he turned a corner, he nearly collided with Y/N, who was hurrying past with a determined look on her face."Y/N," Toto called out, his voice a mixture of surprise and delight.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in astonishment as she turned to face him. "Toto," she exclaimed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "What are you doing here?"

Toto chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the air between them. "The same thing you are, I presume - preparing for the race weekend."

Y/N nodded a playful glint in her eyes. "I suppose we are rivals then, aren't we?" Toto's lips curved into a wry smile. "Indeed, but that doesn't mean we can't be civil," he replied, his gaze softening as he looked at her.

As they stood there, exchanging banter amidst the hustle and bustle of the paddock, Toto felt a sense of ease wash over him. In Y/N's presence, the pressures of his job seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a warmth and comfort he hadn't felt in a long time.

But just as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone, as Y/N's attention was diverted by a colleague calling her name. With a regretful smile, she excused herself, disappearing into the crowd before Toto could say another word.

As the race weekend unfolded, Toto found himself unable to shake the memory of his encounter with Y/N. Her presence lingered in his thoughts, distracting him at the most unexpected moments. Try as he might to focus on the task at hand, he couldn't help but wonder what might have been if circumstances were different.

Then, on the final day of the race weekend, fate intervened once again. Toto was standing on the pit wall, his eyes fixed on the track below as the cars roared past in a blur of speed and excitement. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a commotion in the paddock below, where he spotted Y/N engaged in a heated argument with her boyfriend.

Unable to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest, Toto descended from the pit wall and made his way towards them, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached, he caught snippets of their conversation - accusations, recriminations, hurtful words flung back and forth like daggers.

Toto felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards Y/N, his instinct to shield her from harm overwhelming any sense of caution or restraint. Without a second thought, he stepped between them, his voice firm as he addressed her boyfriend. "That's enough," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "You have no right to treat her this way."

Y/N's boyfriend recoiled his expression with a mixture of surprise and indignation. "And who are you to tell me how to treat my girlfriend?" he retorted, his voice laced with disdain.

Toto held his ground, his gaze unwavering as he met the other man's stare. "I'm someone who cares about her," he replied simply, his words weighted with sincerity.

For a moment, there was silence between them, the tension crackling in the air like electricity. Then, to Toto's surprise, Y/N's boyfriend scoffed, turning on his heel and stalking away without another word.

Toto watched him go, his chest heaving with the effort to control his emotions. Then, as he turned to face Y/N, he found her standing before him, her eyes shining with gratitude and something else - something that made his heart skip a beat.

"Thank you, Toto," she said, her voice soft as she reached out to touch his arm. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Toto swallowed hard, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. "You don't have to thank me," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. "I'll always be here for you, Y/N. No matter what."

And as they stood there, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Toto knew in that moment that he would do anything - all the things her man wouldn't do - to protect her, to cherish her, to love her in a way she deserved. For Y/N was more than just a colleague or a rival - she was the missing piece of his heart, the one he had been searching for all along. And he would do whatever it took to make her his.

It was on a cool autumn afternoon that Toto received a text message that would change everything. It was from Y/N, her words tentative yet filled with hope. She had finally found the courage to leave her toxic relationship behind, to break free from the chains that had bound her for so long.

Toto felt a surge of relief wash over him as he read Y/N's message. But amidst the joy and the relief, there was also a sense of apprehension. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult for Y/N and that she would need all the support she could get.

And so, with a determined set to his jaw, Toto reached for his phone and dialed Y/N's number. As she picked up on the second ring, he could hear the weariness in her voice, the echoes of the battles she had fought, and the scars she had endured.

"Y/N," Toto said softly, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, whatever you want, I'll do it. Just say the word."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and Toto held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response. And then, finally, she spoke, her voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, Toto," she said, her words a whispered promise. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Toto felt a smile spread across his face as he listened to Y/N's words. At that moment, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together. And as he hung up the phone, a sense of peace settled over him, knowing that he had finally found his place in the world.

[redlikemercury]

𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝔸𝕚𝕕

𝕊𝕙ō𝕥𝕒 𝔸𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒

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Summary: Aizawa is a single father with needs, and being his new neighbor makes him think all his prayers have been answered.

a/n: First ever post, if you have any suggestions or any advice feel free to tell me :)

cw: black!fem, fingering, oral receiving (f), dirty talk, unprotected, pet name (princess, baby), size kink, edging, dilf. creampie? 18+

work count: 5.5k

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"Ungh! Come on dammit." Aizawa’s legs were nearing their end as he stood there on his last set of back squats. His breathing was shaky and he clenched his jaw, grunting to stand back up again. Bending the knees and hips simultaneously, Aizawa lowered his body down, making sure his knees were tracked over his toes and his heels firmly placed. The veins in his thighs were bulging out as they were parallel with the ground as he maintained stability. He squatted deeper before activating his leg muscles to stand back up again, trembling on his fifth set.

Exhaling deeply, he manages to stand back up again. He was pushing his luck doing two hundred and ten pounds today. Small strands of black hair stuck to his forehead like glue due to the huge amble of sweat that trickled down his phone which was placed on the ground. His phone had dinged, when he looked down and saw a notification, Eri had just made a purchase off her iPad on Roblox. He sighed, obviously annoyed with the matter. Eri tended to pay for things without his permission, formed from the amount of spoiling she gets from him. Aizawa finished up his last set, before heading over to the children’s play area to confront her about it. “This child is a handful sometimes.” He mumbled to himself, using a towel to dry off his drenched face.

While coming out of the gym down the hall, you’ve bumped into his sweaty chest by accident. You backed up and cleared your throat getting ready to apologize, until you saw him. Aizawa’s body glistened with perspiration, every inch of his physique was defined by his bulging muscles, a full display of his fierce training regimen. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest created an imposing presence as an overcasting shoulder was cast upon you. The veins in his biceps seeped through. Nothing compared to his abdomen it was a washboard of muscles. His abs were flexing slightly as they sparkled with sweat, you wanted to lick it off so badly. His bedraggled black hair was pulled back into a bun. His almond eyes had heavy bags underneath along with a small scar underneath his eye. The light stubble on his chin completed his face. You were enthralled by the sight of seeing him so worn out. Your heart was racing as you were severely in need of this man on top of you, fucking you like nobody's business. You soon shook your head and snapped back into reality glancing up towards Aizawa. Your full brown lips parted as you spoke to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You said quite hastily, hoping he didn’t think you were some creep checking out his body. Aizawa's eyes carried that same deadpan expression, letting out a momentary sigh and shaking his head. “There’s no need to apologize. I was the one who was in a rush.” His voice didn’t hold any malice towards you as he met your gaze. He stared you down into your beautiful dark brown eyes, that made you more flustered by the sight of him. This intense stare-down did more than just make you uncomfortable, it turned you on even more.

For a second, it appeared like a small playful smirk on his lips before he carried the same exhausted expression. “You’re my new neighbor, correct? Let me make it up to you, me and my daughter were getting ready to head home. If you don’t mind, could I treat you to dinner at my place?” He politely said to you. You were shocked to hear Aizawa make such a suggestion. You’ve moved in beside the man about a month ago. There were occasional ‘hellos’ and ‘how are yous’ in the early morning, as you guys would start the day early in the morning. Aizawa would always be carrying a sleepy Eri to the car as the two of you shared light small talk, nothing more. It didn’t stop your everlasting fantasies of being bent over by this man, til you couldn’t walk. You looked down at your appearance for a second. You were just as sweaty as him from just finishing an intense leg day. The athletic shorts were tight on your body hugging every curve, stretching and flexing around your thighs, displaying that ass you’ve been working on. The print in between your legs caught Aizawa’s attention, but he quickly looked away before you could notice. His mind had racey thoughts as well, ones he was too ashamed to say out loud or ever. You were proud of the progress you were making in the gym on getting your summer body ready. Your tight coils were pulled into an afro puff, as the shrinkage had gotten to it. You weren't worried about how you looked, but more as you would stink from such an intense workout, especially in front of your sexy neighbor. You let out a momentary sigh. “I’m sorry, but I need to shower. It would be wrong of me for you to treat me and I smelled like ten cans of bounce that ass.” You expressed, that Aizawa was amused by your response, chuckling a bit. The drained man reached into his pocket for his phone. He opened up his contracts to create a new one before passing it off to you. “In that case, let me have your number. You can just text or call me, whenever you're done showering. Dinner should be done around eight tonight, so you’ll have plenty of time to come over.” He said rather smoothly. You couldn’t help, but smirk a little. ‘My man, my man, my man.’ You thought to yourself, becoming overwhelmingly giddy. You entered your number into his phone and headed it back to him. “Fine, I’ll come over.” You said teasingly before seeing a notification come through on your phone. It was Aizawa. The man smirked at you briefly, sizing your body up and down. Before he could say anything else, Eri had made another purchase of her iPad. A wave of aggravation appeared on his face, as he soughed. “If you can excuse me, I have to speak with my daughter for a second. I’ll see you tonight.” He voiced before steering down the hall.

You didn’t oppose him leaving, in fact, it only motivated you to see more of your ‘man’ tonight. You hightailed your ass to the car and drove back home. You navigated your vehicle into the driveway of the smooth paved material and pulled into the garage. One side of your driveway features a contemporary design that seamlessly corresponds with the architectural tone of your home. You closed the garage door and entered through the door leading inside your home. The time was six o'clock by the moment you arrived home. The home’s exterior exudes a modern charm with sleek lines and neutral colors and is decorated with many personal items. The windows illuminated a warm glow from outside highlighting the coziness of your home. The smell of vanilla was always a comforting scent to come home to, as you headed upstairs to your bedroom. You set your keys onto your bed and rummaged around through your closet. You didn’t know what to wear and your sore legs were killing you already. “Ugh, what the fuck.” You murmured to yourself, searching for clothes. You finally settled on a nice outfit to wear and took a shower. Once you got out, you pulled out all the natural hair products you could find. You scrolled on Pinterest for inspiration, before settling on a style. You were going to attempt a claw clip hairstyle and began to part your hair into sections. You were taking your time, but part of you was worried you would run late. There were times you thought about slapping on one of your wigs and calling it a day, but you were also determined to trust the process. By the end of it all, it came out cute, as you stuck the claw clip on the back of your head. “Well, I’ll be damned. This came out good.” You said as you admired yourself in the mirror.

As you were admiring yourself, Aizawa was home preparing a nice home-cooked meal. The fatigued man stood in the kitchen wearing a pink apron that was originally white. Eri had ‘accidentally’ tossed her pink shirt in the washer with all his white clothes. He couldn’t be mad at her though, in fact, he found it kind of humorous in his way. The day had been long and very commanding of Aizawa, but he found solace in being able to cook a great meal for the two of you guys tonight. His anticipation was growing rapidly and his heart was pounding, as he was chopping some vegetables on a cutting board. It had been a long time coming since he’d been with another woman, especially sexually. He loved being a father, but it was stressful not having any relief in his life. He’s tried getting off on porn sites late at night, but Eri had been having a series of nightmares recently making his sexual frustrations pent up even more. He had become more irritable, especially at work. Aizawa would often snap at his students and coworkers over simple things, he became so desperate one day he tried relieving himself in the car, but it was vastly interrupted by a fight between two students that occurred nearby. So when you moved next door, it was like the perfect opportunity for him. Aizawa had been pining to stretch you out since day one, he wanted more than to fuck you silly off his dick. The thought alone made it harder for him to sleep at night. He was already basically a walking zombie, as his daughter would call him. He could tell the same desire was in your eyes when he saw you at the gym. Seeing your figure in tight athletic wear earlier made it difficult to contain himself. He was a father after all. You were like a miracle was blessed upon him, as he had the perfect plan for tonight.

Eri was engrossed on her iPad on the sofa in the living room, her packs were packed for a sleepover tonight. She giggled overjoyed as she was playing Fruit Ninja, she was banned from playing Roblux for a while. The sound of his daughter giggle, washed away most of Aizawa’s naughty fruitions as he was in contempt with how things were in the presence. “Eri, would you like to eat dinner before you leave?” He asks from the kitchen. Eri placed her iPad down and wandered into the kitchen. The delicious aroma filled her nostrils as he was cooking his signature pot roast. “Yeah, but what’s the occasion?” She questioned, her big adorable eyes staring up at Aizawa. He cleared his throat, Eri was quite an inquisitive young girl. “Oh, nothing. I’m just inviting the neighbor over for dinner.” He muttered nonchalantly. A grin came across Eri’s face. “Okay.” She replied and ran off giggling. Aizawa sighed and pulled out his phone from his gray sweats, seeing the meal he had prepared was just about done. He sees it’s close to eight and decides to shoot you a text.

You're phone lit up with a notification, it was Aizawa.

>Are we still on for tonight?

The text read as it was fifteen minutes from eight. “Oh shit.” You whispered as you picked your phone back up.

>Yeah, I’ll be right over.

You texted it back and looked for some shoes to slide on. You sprayed your favorite perfume a couple of times around your body and grabbed your keys. You walked out the front door, locking it behind you before venturing off to your neighbor's house. As you walked down the sidewalk, inches away from knocking at the front door, you had butterflies in your stomach. Your nerves were getting the best of you as you walked up the driveway of Aizawa’s home. Your hands became shaky as you were approaching the front door. “Oh shit.” You murmured to yourself. Before you could knock on the door, Eri had opened it. She looked at you with a bright bubbly smile. “My daddy likes you.” She said before running off giggling, hearing Aizawa’s footsteps. He was visibly a bit irked by Eri opening the door so carefreely. “Eri, darling, please don’t open the door for people. It can be dangerous.” He reprimanded her, as she was running around the house. The high-spirited child was too busy packing up the rest of her things to care about Aizawa’s nagging. You couldn’t help, but giggle. You didn’t find kids annoying, but they could be just as overwhelming for you. Eri’s words were a bit more of a confidence booster, as kids tend to tell things they weren’t supposed to.

Aizawa smiled at you in a friendly manner. His hair was still pulled back into a bun as he stood there in his vacuum-sealed black shirt and gray sweat. This combination was dangerous for you, all you could do was stare. You already knew what was underneath his shirt, but the idea of seeing it again made your legs quiver a bit.

“You can come into the dining room through the living room on the right-hand side, and the bathroom is down this hall on the left for you to wash your hands.” He stepped aside for you to enter, looking over your body once again. “Oh okay.” You said. The way Aizawa positioned himself didn’t make it exactly ‘easy’ to come through the door. As you walked inside your body brushed up against his, as he didn’t make much of a fuss over it. He was enjoying it. This man was driving you insane.

You slid off your shoes at the door and made your way down to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you and turned on the faucet letting the water run for a bit. You stared at yourself momentarily in the mirror, trying to calm yourself down. Such a brief interaction between the two of you made you get wet like a damn waterfall. The racing thoughts and fantasies filled your brain with such intense lust for him. You cleared your throat and began to wash your hands.

While you were in the bathroom, Aizawa handed Eri off to Hizashi for him to drop her off at her sleepover. Aizawa pulled out a nice tablecloth and placed it over the dining table. He pulled out his fine china and cutlery, placing it on the dining room table. He pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He had a set of flowers in a vase for the centerpiece, before dimming down the lights. It wasn’t much for a last-minute dinner, but he was also afraid overdoing it would scare you off. His heart was beating tremendously while he placed the food on the plate. “Dammit call down.” He reprimanded himself silently.

After washing up in the bathroom, you joined Aizawa at the table in the dining room. Your heart raced as the somewhat romantic ambiance created. There was no sight of Eri, it was like she disappeared without a trace, the house was nice and silent. “Where’s Eri?” You asked him politely, as you sat down at your seat. Aizawa looked at the food and back at you. “A friend of mine came to pick her up and take her to a sleepover. She’s in good hands.” He said in the same smooth voice. “Besides Y/N, this dinner is me apologizing to you earlier. Eri has nothing to do between me and you.” He said as a small smirk appeared on his face.

There was no denying it now. You wanted this man to fuck you as you’ve never been fucked before. You cleared your throat and sat up straighter in your chair. “I see. Well with that out the way, let’s eat.” You stated elated with the atmosphere being created.

You indulged in a great and flavorful dinner, Aizawa had prepared for the two of you. His pot roast certainly made you fall for the man more, as he cooked like none other. “This is good. Especially after a long day at the gym. I think this might put me to sleep after I’m done.” You spoke jokingly. Aizawa grinned, as you enjoyed the meal. He sighed at the mention of sleep. “Sleep, I haven't gotten much of it.” He spoke in a bit of a hushed fashion as his eyes downcasted onto the plate of food in front of him. You glimpsed up at the man and slanted your head slightly at him. The bags he had were highly conspicuous as he looked like he did have a formidable time resting. “I can understand why, I mean you work and you have a very lively little girl, I’m sure sleeping is a bit difficult on your end.” You expressed. He chortled a bit and nodded His jovial expression seemed to calm some of your worries a bit.

Aizawa's eyes peered over to your outfit. Even though it wasn’t much the way your body looked, make him think of all the ways he wanted to break you. He felt a tinge in the lower region of his body. He figured it was time the two of you were on the same page. “Sleeping isn’t the only thing hard to come by.” He expressed playfully making his stare on your body more apparent. Your thighs squeezed together after hearing his rather suggestive comment. “Is that so?” You questioned in the same impish tone. He peeked up and bobbed his head. “Yes, it is. I haven’t had the best of luck with women these days, because of my busy schedule.” He told before leaning up on the table, resting his head in the palm of his hand. A slight grin swept your face captivated by this conversation it felt like your lewd fictions may become a reality. “Oh, I see. Is there anything I can do to help? You’ve treated me to such a great meal, it would be rude of me not to.” You said with a small smirk. Aizawa a devishly grin replaced his usual nonchalant expression. “Perhaps... What do you think will help me Y/N?” He taunted you, making your panties soak. A disbelief waved over you wanting to know how far the two of you would go, but you weren’t going to back down from this playful banter. “How about a massage?” Your voice oozed sultry, it made Aizawa feel another tinge of excitement in his gray sweats. “I would appreciate that very much, a shoulder massage would be much needed for those back squats from earlier.” He muttered and watched as you stood from the table and walked behind him placing your hands on his shoulders. You slowly massaged them. Your hands moved with precision and skill, effortlessly gliding over his broad thick shoulders. Aizawa let out a soft moan feeling the tension from his intense workout from earlier being at ease. The sound of his moans was like music to your ears, as your fingers knead their way along his shoulder blade, getting rid of the knots and tightness. Aizawa closes his eyes tossing his head back, feeling your nibble fingers for their magic.

“Do you like that?” You asked in a sensual tone.

Aizawa was aroused by your question, his soft pink lips parted before he spoke. “Very much.” He whispered seductively.

His answer satisfied you, working the knots in his shoulders. Aizawa didn’t shy away from moaning, making sure you heard every single one. “Fff-fuck.” He gasped and sighed heavily. You squeezed your thighs together sliding them together, yearning for some friction for your greedy clit. Your hands slide down to his back and up his shirt, feeling his larger back muscles. Your cold fingers on Aizawa’s bare skin almost sent him over the edge. Things he only dreamt of were being played right in front of him.

“How about we take this upstairs..” He whispered.

Those words sent a shiver down your spine, as you grew wetter by the second. “Alright then.” You replied, taking his hand. He helped you out of your seat He got up out of his seat leading you, up the stairs to his bedroom. You went to sit on the edge of the bed as Aizawa closed the door behind him. His hand slipped underneath his shirt, rubbing his abs as he approached you. He stood in front of you with the same mischievous grin. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest as you were thirsting for him. You made it obvious too, looking at the print in his gray sweats and biting on the corner of your lower lip. Aizawa removed his hand from underneath his shirt and made himself on the bed. His eyes cut over to you swiftly, an assertive persona seeping from him as he motions for you to sit on his lap. You crawled over and sat in his lap facing towards him. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly, pressing your chest up on him.

“Take off my shirt and massage my back.” He spoke, peering with a lecherous gaze.

“Aren’t we needy?” You teased, as you took off his shirt, he chuckled. You were just as bad as he was. The moment you took off his shirt, your eyes darted to his well-defined physique. His chiseled chest and sculpted shoulders had you wanting to lick all over it. His torso was a true testament to the hard work he put in at the gym, he purposely flexed his muscles showing off his impressive size and definition. You traced subtle veins in his arms and chest making him tingle a bit. Aizawa leaned up to kiss your neck, which made you moan instantly. “Fuck.” You whispered, enthralled by the sensation. His lips lifted off your rich brown skin and to your ear. “My massage, princess.” He spoke in a hushed tone. The potent mixture of desire filled every inch of your body, and hearing him calling you ‘princess’ made you hot and bothered. Your hands are placed on his back, rubbing it slowly, those soft hands make Aizawa grunt pleasurably, nestling his head into your shoulder. His dick was rock hard as you continued to massage the knots in his back. His silent curses made your pussy weak for him, and your hips started to buck against his crotch. Aizawa reached and grabbed your hips, stopping you. You were appalled by him stopping you when he smirked at you.

“You’re going to have to earn this dick.” He spoke in a rather serious tone flipping the two of you, so he was on top of you on the bed. He was more assertive and dominant over your body. He hovered his face closer over to yours, his lips brushed against yours.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” He whispered, staring you dead in the eye. You felt your pussy quaking, yearning for him more than ever. A smirk came across your lips, as your hands tugged at his torso. “So fuck me then.” You replied boldly, riling up the man in front of you even more. “I can’t wait to break you.” He declared hungrily. You wasted no time, touching all over his chest.

Your hands glided over his hardened nipples, which made him shiver a bit. Aizawa was amused by your fascination with his chest, but he wanted to touch you in the same way.. just as badly.

“Strip down for me princess.” He retorted hastily, taking one of your hands and kissing the back of it. A grin sweeper over your face and you did as asked of you. “Anything for you.” You spoke, before winking. You stripped off your clothes, revealing your sexy body to him. He was in awe and his mind raced with all the possibilities he could to you. Aizawa placed his hand on your chin and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue entered your mouth exploring your cavern and swirled around with yours. He stuck his tongue deeper down your throat, making you gag a bit. He wasn’t letting for an inch, you could tell he hadn’t fucked in a while, it was beginning to show how hungry he truly was. He broke the kiss as the two of you were heavily panting. Your mind was only focused on him, as he rubbed his big hands all over your body. You were curious to know how long it’s been since he last touched anyone, so you ask. “How long has it been.. since you last did this?” Aizawa smirked and got up from the top of you. “Too long.” He replied quite bluntly, and spread your thighs apart wide. A squeal escaped your lips from working out earlier that day. Despite your whimpers, he stretched out your thighs wider.

“Now then princess, play with that pretty pussy of yours.” He commanded. His words made your whole body hot. You didn’t object to it, your fingers dove right to that soaking cunt of yours. You moaned obsessively, giving him a suitable show. Your thighs spread wider, the more your fingers moved vigorously in and out that greedy pussy of yours. “Ngh.. Ahhh.” You called out as walls clenched around your sticky fingers. Your juices spilled onto the bed as you did, and Aizawa enjoyed every moment. His dick grew so hard it was almost about to burst out of his gray sweats. “Fuck, just like that princess.” He encouraged, watching intensely as you played with that sloppy cunt of yours. “You like that baby?” You moaned, as your eyes were staring into his. Aizawa nodded, biting his lower lip. “Of course, I am a princess. Fuck yourself harder for me.” He spoke flirtatiously. His voice was so fucking hot to you. Something about his low and silvery tone made your finger pump in and out your sobbing cunt faster. You were about to cum off over the sheets the way you were whimpering. “Shh-shit!” You moaned, and Aizawa came closer.

He pulled you by the hips to the edge of the bed and smiled. He kneeled on the floor and positioned his head in between your legs. “Let me handle this princess.” He said calmly, and you removed your hands.

He stuck his tongue out and began to lap his tongue in your wet folds. You shivered and moaned out loudly. “D-dammit.” You whimpered, as your hand took a fistful of his hair. He was pleased about your reactions and slurped up every drop you had to offer him. He was enthralled with your wet cunt, and started to vigorously eat you out relentlessly, whirling his tongue around your poor clit.

“F-fuck.. baby..ohhh!” You moaned and gripped his hair tighter. Your legs were shaking so badly, you didn’t know how much you could take. “Almost there, princess.” He purred before he dribbled his tongue over your glistening folds, before shoving his index and ring finger up your greedy hole. He was pumping his fingers in and out of you at an alarming rate aiming right towards your g spot. Your stomach was in knots, as you started to buck your hips against him. “I’m going to cum, I’m... shit... I’m so close, baby.” You said as your words we’re starting to slur a little. Aizawa ignored your whiny moans and continued to eat his favorite meal of the night. The sounds of your squelching pussy made him lap over your clit furiously.

It didn’t take long for you to throw your head back, as you bucked your hips faster, your climax was approaching. Your hands gripped his hair tighter, and you came all over his face, gasping. Aizawa slurped up every drop of your sweet release and lifted his head. He saw the fucked out look on your face and licked his fingers, slurping off your sweet release. “Princess, don't tell me you're worn out already. We have got the whole night ahead of us.” He teased and stood up. You watched tiredly, as slipped off his sweats and boxers. His dick oozed with precum, as he tapped it against your throbbing cunt. You gulped as little as he expected to take every inch of his long, hard dick. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage.” You spoke, and he smirked. “Good, now then princess. Turn around and ass up.” He spoke sternly.

You were starting to get all giddy from his words again and did what was told. You tooted your ass up sky-high for him, and he positioned himself behind you.

The tip of his cock teased your glistening hole making the two of you moan. The euphoria of it all had Aizawa weak as he continued to rub his giant head against you while your lower body was in intense agony. “Put it Shota.” You begged to get fuck. Aizawa ignored your pleas and continued to rub the head of his sticky cock around your glorious hole, teasing the both of you. After a while, he gave in and grunted entering your walls, and slapped your ass. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix, staying dormant until your walls adjusted around the throbbing dick. You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets. “Shit, princess, you feel amazing.” He groaned, his big hands gripped your ass. “F-fuck.” Aizawa moaned, your walls were clenched desperately on his dick. He smacked your left-ass cheek, he wanted to break you some more.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He spoke in a low hushed tone in your ear.

“Y-you.” You whimpered while your legs were about to buckle.

“Say it again.” He commanded.

“I-it belongs to you!” You whimpered more.

“Mmm, that's right.” He sounded giving that beautiful ass another powerful slap.

“Oh fuck..!” You moaned.

He wasted no time and rutted into your squelching pussy, slapping your ass repeatedly. Your hands gripped the sheets tighter, taking on his girthy cock. “Ooohhh babyy..” You whimpered while getting drilled in by a madman. He was going to fuck you so hard until you saw stars. He went harder and deeper with every time your pussy connected to his balls, the dopamine of hearing the clapping noise sent him over the edge.

“Tell me how much you love it, princess.” He groaned, spanking your ass again.

“I love it!” You screeched, feeling your body grow weaker every second. The lewd slapping of your and Aizawa's skin together filled up the walls of his bedroom. He was plunging deep inside your wet wall, feeling like he was rearranging your guts. He grunted again, giving your ass another slap. “Tell me how much you love this fat dick. I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll sleep like a baby.” He murmured and slapped your ass again. “I love it so m-much.” You moaned.

Aizawa drilled into your pussy relentlessly, as your juices coated his thick dick, slamming into your g spot. He was getting close to seeing what a sloppy mess the two of you were becoming. He couldn’t help but want to tease you. He pulled out, edging his tip near your entrance. You were completely weak and craving for him to finish. “P-please. I need it. Give it back.” You moaned. Aizawa smirked. “Louder princess.” He urged you, before giving your ass another loud slap. You yelped a bit and moaned profusely. “Fuck me!” You shouted, and it was at those words he shoved his hard dick back inside your sloppy cunt, your tits bouncing uncontrollably. He fucking you so good your eyes begin to roll back, your toes started to curl. “Ohhh, fuck yes.” You purred.

Aizawa was deep inside your tight pussy, grunting with each passing stroke. “Fuck.. I’m close..” He snarled, reaching his hands onto your shoulder. You could barely take it, your knees were beginning to go weak. “Don’t you dare.” Aizawa muttered as he saw your body shaking about to tip over. You were about to object until he thrust into you roughly. “Dammit!” You shouted as we were approaching your end. Your walls clamped down tightly on Aizawa’s dick, as you came all on. The warmth of your cum running down his shaft, makes Aizawa curse silently before stuffing you full of his cum. “S-shit.” He said silently and watched as you collapsed onto the bed. Your body was spiraling, and Aizawa lay beside you with a smirk on his face.

He yawned, feeling tired enough to get some rest. He cradled you into his arms and kissed the side of your neck. “I’m going to love this princess.” He whispered sweetly in your ear. Your body began to relax, as you laid in his arms. “Me too.” You said softly.

His soft hands rubbed against your sore clit, making you squirm. He smirked. “I said we had all night darling..come sit on my face, Princess.”

END!

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart X

Aemond was quiet the whole trip into the market and the carriage ride, I didn't  know if I should be worried or relieved, so I picked the latter ignoring the look he sent meant me.

I admire my gown, it was white gold with golden stitches of flowers in the middle of my midway, and short see through sleeves.

I heard Aemond cleared his throat making me look away from my gown to him, he looked annoyed and bothered at the same time making me raise my brow.

"Yes?" Aemond glance away before looking at me.

"You...Why did you do that."

"Do what?" I asked tilting my head to the side.

"You know what." He snapped making me give Aemond a look.

"You have to be more specific husband, I can't read your mind." Aemond rolled his eye.

"Why did you give that boy your ring?" Aemond questioned mad, " My mother put in effort buying you that gift you just gave it away, are--"

"I didn't give away the ring out of spite of your mother, Aemond." I roll my eyes, "It didn't even cross my mind that she brought it for me, I gave it to the boy because he looked like he haven't eaten in weeks." I finished.

Aemond was quiet again, I look at him to see him with a space out look like he was thinking about something.

"...so, you did it out of the kindness of your heart?" Aemond replied mockingly making me pull a face.

"Obviously, what else would I do it for? Unlike your mother, I don't need to pretend to me be a benevolent woman to hide my self righteousness." I turn away looking out of the window, looking out at the passing shops and stands.

I didn't turn away when I heard Aemond's shift around, but u did turn my head slightly feeling something rub against my foot and ankle making me glance at Aemond.

"What are you doing." I ask flatly

He smiled when he look at me.

"I am feeling a bit peckish," He moves to lean forward before getting off the bench to get on his knees in front of me, "And I remember vaguely you promising me a sweet for a my hard work."

A small smirk appeared on my lips at his words, I drone softly nodding my head.

"I did promise that, didn't I." He nodded his head in response as his hands drag down my skirt, "Well, a promise is a promise. Close your eye." Aemond look back up at me with a furrow brows confused, "If you want your treat you must close your eye, my prince." Aemond a frown a bit before doing what I did, i grab the pouch that sat next to me.

I opened it up taking one sugar grape between my fingers, I lean forward pressing the candy against his lips.

"Open up, my prince." I said sultry, and like before he did what I said making me  pushing the candy inside his mouth gently.

He opened his eye staring as he latch his lips around my index finger, making me pull my hand back with giggle. He smirk at me as he eats the sugar grape, I take one out for myself and pop it in my mouth before leaning back, moving the pouch to the side.

"How does your treat taste," I ask with a sly smile, Aemond hums as he swallow.

"...sweet."  I felt my skirt lift a bit and cold hand touch my ankle before trailing up and stopping at my calf, "But, I wish for something more sweeter," He grins when I roll my eyes, he didn't waste time before lifting my skirt and putting over his head.

I shook my head trying not to smile when he bit me, I put my hands over my face when I felt him get closer. I sigh into the palm of my hand as he indulge himself to me, sometimes he make it hard to stay silent, I wish he wait when we got back to the castle. I swallow griting my teeth at the tingly sensation in my stomach, I drag my hands on my face holding on to the bend and aemond's head.

I roll my hips alignment with him as he bring me close to the edge, I shudder biting down on my lip as a moan stayed stuck in my throat.

Aemond pulled away as I watch lazily, his hair was a bit disheveled, he comb his fingers through it before getting up and moving the pouch from next to me to take its spot. He got another sweet out and pop it in his mouth, before doing the same to me, he press it against my lips wanting for me to open until I did.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, as we shared the sweets together.                       

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The sun was slowly going down when I sat in my chamber in my afternoon gown, waiting on Enith return, just as I was thinking about the handmaid the door to my chamber opened making me look to see Enith.

She smiled at me with her hand behind her back, making me look at her curious.

"Before you asked, yes there is something behind my back, and yes I did lie to you about what I was really doing." I raised my brow at her amuse as she walks towards the bed and sat down, "I just hope you like it," she took her hand from behind her back, and opened her palm to reveal a bronze oval locket with a three headed dragon attached to a matching bronze chain.

Her thumb press the side making it open, she open it wider revealing a drawing inside. My heart weight heavy with sadness and joy at the face of my daughter, I put my hands over my mouth as I stare with welled up tears in my eyes.

"I had the blacksmith make the locket, and I drew the portrait." I look up at her in surpised moving my hands.

"You drew this?" She nodded her head, I look down at the portrait again, "It's beautiful...you captured every detail of her virtuous little face, it's..." I stopped myself feeling the lump grow in my throat as I kept my emotions down, I look back at Enith with a teary smile, "...this is the greatest gift you can give me, Enith, thank you." Enith smiled bowing her head bashfully.

"Thank you, your highness." I smiled at her before handing the locket back making her look at me.

It took her a second after I turn around to realize what I wanted her to do, I move my hair hair put of the way waited patiently as she put the necklace around my neck. It didnt take long for her to put over my neck and clamp it in the back, I turn around feeling her lean back and hug her.

Enith took in a sharp breathe before I pulled away, she look at me with grimace making me frown worried.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Enith massaged her temple before looking at me, she dropped her hand and gave a strain smile.

"I-I'm fine, princess." She stuttered, "Just a headache." She promised.

My frown deepen, I couldn't tell if she was lying or telling the truth, her words didn't match her face. She looked in pain for a moment before a look of relief dawn her features, maybe she was right about the headache, I can only imagine the stress she caused herself for picking out my present.

"Okay," I drawl out looking at her unsure.

I glance around the room not sure what else to say, I flicker my eyes over to enith when I knee she wasn't notcing and find her looking at my lap with scrunch up furrow brows as if thinking. I put my hands on my lap as they tap my thighs, enith looks away to look at me but I was fast enough to look away.

"You should get ready for the feast," Enith started after a moment, she stood going over to the gown I picked out earlier today at the table, "Very cute gown, my lady." She compliments admiring it as she takes it in her hand, "A cute gown for a beautiful princess." She turns smiling at me.

I smiled back with a less beaming one like Enith, I always feel a tad bit embarrassed and thankful when Enith compliments me. She reminds me so much of Valaena and Alyssa, they like my aunt and alyaena always had this power to make me feel noticed. They make me feel included and seen, if it wasn't for them I have no doubt everyone else will forget about me.

I'm grateful for that. Because sometimes I forgot about myself too, sometimes when no one haven't talk to me for a long period of time I forget that I'm a girl and sometimes imagie myself as a ghost. I remembered roaming around the castle passing by old paintings or statues of dragons and the decease, going into vacant rooms just to linger and move on.

I don't know why I always felt that way, it wasn't like everybody in the castle didn't like me, they just forget I was there sometimes. My fault mostly, I didn't speak a lot or to a lot of people and do much of anything outside my chamber, I was closed off like Maekar but not as scary or gloomy like him.

I always had Alyaena to play with and thay was enough for me, but the more I grew and aly started trying new things, I started realizing how much I hate being a ghost. When I found i was going to get married ro aemond, half my thoughts was a filled with worries while the other half was filled with glee thinking getting married would be a great way to do more and get seen.

And I was right for a while, aemond noticed me, he "liked" me but it was all a lie. I thought I would grow into a woman like my aunt rhaelle, beautiful and strong, but all i became was weak and useless. Being lied to, cheated on, and losing the only light that made it possible to live  in this dark didn't turn me miserable or bitter like I thought it would. It rather made me sensible and shrewd to my surprise, all because of enith, she was there by my side through it all, she always felt like a big sister watching over me, deep down in some way I don't know how to explain it...but she saved me.

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"...can you believe what happened between Lord Myre and Lady Flint," Whispered Lady Shiphard to the other women as I stand in circle with them.

The other women gathered closely to her with a mixture of curiosity and contain excitement in their eyes as they whispered back to her to tell them, I stand like I usually do with a bored look, out of the huddled circle of ladies watching from the sidelines with Enith and Ser Krey behind me.

I care little for their gossip, since it just them being plain mean and bad-mouthing the other ladies of court. 

What I always forget to mention to my dear husband about my new "friends" is that they are twice my age and not my friends but his mother's pets who enjoy causing others misery and picking at dead things...like vultures.

They just like Alicent or rather Alicent is just like them, since they were three older woman who looks to have been alive since king jaehaerys's reign while the other four was a bit close to be the queen's age.

"...Let's just hope this one lives." Lady Rosby spoke.

I look up at them as they nodded their heads in agreement, while standing apart looking at each other.

"Yes, hopefully...but.." Lady Weaver started as she look from her nails to the others, "You all know how much I adore Sosan, she's a sweetheart, but I don't believe she's make the best mother," She shrugged with her shoulders nonchalantly, "I mean, look at how she handles her step children, not one of them speaks with her with a ounce of respect like they did their mother." Lady Weaver shakes her head in dismay, she pause what she was going to say next as a servant came with a glasses, after every lady took a glass I receive my own, "I'm not saying this to be rude but the gods are clearly doing her a favor not giving her a child..." Lady Weaver speaks as she twirl her wine, "...not every woman can be patient and strong like us, this new line of women are becoming too soft for my liking." She said with a lofty tone.

Lady Weaver was around the queen's age maybe younger, she like every other lady in this group was traditional and like how things are. She believe men should provide while women should support, which is not surprising or unrare to hear, but she also thinks man should only rule and that woman shouldn't be given the power to do so. So, I can only imagine while she told me these things for the first time we meet that she didn't like me or like the idea that my mother was going to be queen of the seven kingdoms after Viserys's death.

"Urg, don't I know it, my own daughter-in-law can barely disciplined a 6 year old," Lady Clarick shook her head with an unkind chuckle before she take sip from her wine and whispered, "But, I shouldn't be surprised, I know my son didn't marry her for her looks." She chuckle making the rest of the women to follow suit.

I could only roll my eyes and scoff in my cup as I empty it without a thought.

"Are you alright, princess?" Asked Lady Weaver.

I brought the cup away from my lips and look at the group of women staring at me with scornful looks, Lady Weaver had a small smirk on as she wait for me to answer.

"I-I'm fine," I dismissed quickly.

"Are you sure? It sounded like you had something to say," Lady Weaver comment making me pull a face.

"No, I was just...clearing my throat," Lady Weaver hums as she sneer at me.

"Oh, my mistake." She says with a coy look before turning her attention to another.

I gave a eyeroll and turn away from the group of woman, I glance at Enith and Ser Krey before walking away without a word to the circle of vultures. I hear enith and krey following behind me as I make my way to the table where the king and his family sat watching or drinking during the feast. I took a seat next to viserys on his right side while the queen sat on his left, aemond was here a moment ago but it seemed like he left as I scan the floor, aegon was already drunk nursing his thirteenth cup as he sat between his mother and sister-wife.

Enith push my seat forward before disappearing, she came back a minute later with a pitcher and pour me some wine. I thanked her before I started on my second cup, just as I sip I hear a chair scrap against the floor before footsteps, in the corner of my eye I see Alicent's blurry form pushing her chair in.

I pray she wasn't coming to talk to me, alicent has a way of making you want to drink yourself to an early grave to put it nicely. I rather end the night slightly buzzing, rather than impair to the point where I can't walk on my own.

Thank the gods above, my prayers were answered, alicent walk pass me and my seats to make her way to the floor, before I could celebrate I felt a cold hand on top of my hand making me glance down to see a old pale hand that looks to belong to the stranger himself. However, it belonged to the king which made me glance at him with confusion written on my face only to find viserys gazing at me.

"How are you liking the feast, my child." He said as rest in his seat.

I couldn't help but look at him surprised, he never acknowledged me like this before or talk to me. So, I glance around taking me a moment to respond to him.

"Oh, um, It's...It's nice," I replied with a small smile, viserys's smirk in return.

"I'm glad to hear it," He stated blink at me, I smiled again before looking away thinking he was finish, "Did you see the platter of your favorite savories I had the servants make?" He asked making me do a double take at his words.

Hmmm?

"You..." I stopped myself as too many questions form in my head, it took me a minute to collect my thoughts before picking the question I wanted to ask first, "...You order the servants to make me my favorites?" I questioned unsure.

Viserys nods with a bright smile, "Of course, I know how you love your sweets," I look at him half impress as he recount about having to tell Alicent what he wanted at the feast for me, "...I always forget is lemon cake still your favorite," I couldn't help put smile widely and nod my head.

Viserys gives me a knowing smile before beckoning a servant forward and requesting a slice if lemon cake, the servant did a quick bow of the head before leaving quickly only to return back just as fast with a plate with a slice of cake. He place it in front of me and viserys before stepping back, viserys and I smile at each other before grabbing our forks and digged in.

I couldn't help but hum in delight at the taste, it felt like forever since I had lemon cake. The last time I could remember having it was right around the time aunt rhaelle and her children moved into dragonstone castle, it was the third week of us all living there and the same night we had lemon cake for dessert, was the same night baelon and jacerys snuck down into the caves.

"So, how was your day today, must be nice to get out of that room." Viserys asked as he shakily feeds himself, "I heard you went into the city, was it nice?" He asked again but this time his put down his fork and put all his attention on me.

I felt my face drop along with my stomach in fear, I swallow down the lemony sweet cake as I set ny fork aside, I could only imagine his disapproval on me socializing with the children in fleabottom.

"Oh, yeah..." Was the only thing I could muster up as I took a napkin and wipe the corner of my mouth, "...are you mad?" I raised my brow at him.

"Of course not, I know how you like to venture around the city. I only be mad if you didn't take a guard with you." He says rubs my hand, "Otto also told me how you like spending your free time helping the smallfolks, that's nice." He confessed making me pull a face before fixing it.

No doubt hearing it from his daughter, who no doubt heard it from her son. Who must he tell that woman everything?

"It is?" Viserys nods his head.

"They are the reason I am king, they are the ones that keep things moving along. You know I always thought the smallfolks play a important part in the kingdom." He express.

I never knew he felt that way, I am curious what he would say if I asked what been on my mind for a while.

"I'm happy you said that because I was thinking...maybe we should slow down on the feasts and think about putting our efforts in fleabottom." I vocalize nervously, "...more so thinking about building a home for the abandon children." I add looking at him.

Viserys was silent which made me even more nervous, he look away from me with thoughtful look.

"No more feast?" He said to himself.

"No, no. Moreso limiting them," I suggested, "Rather than throwing one every two times a week, you can do twice a month." My grandsire looked back at me with an unreadable look.

"Hmmm, I think that's a good idea..." I smiled, "I would have to talk about it with the council and your husband, knowing him he will not be happy about that." He whispered the last part to me making my face drop.

I look away with a frown to stare at the sea of people, I glance around before pausing to see Aemond with Alicent. I watch them as they talk, I could see aemond was upset and his mother was comforting by rubbing his arm like she always do to show affection.

"Are you mad at me?" I turn away from the prince and his queen-mother to look at my grandsire with a shock look.

"What? No, no...why would you ask me that?" Viserys frown a making me grow confuse even more, "Are...Are you made at me?" I asked back, viserys frown deepen at my questions.

"I can never be mad at you, my dear." he said squeezing my hand making my heart swell a bit, "I only ask because...you haven't came to visit me in a while." He said with a hurt tone, making it my turn to frown at the king.

"Oh, I didn't...I didn't think you want to see me, given--"

"Of course, I want to see you, my love. I always do." It was so odd to see my grandfather show so much love and adoration towards me that I never seen before.

"If that's true. Why do you treat me so differently then?" I couldn't help but ask that question, viserys glance around for a second before leaning in. 

I do the same curious to know what he was going to tell me.

"I do not mean to do it...but you know how emotional she can be, if I am not on her side then she gets a bit difficult to talk to..." He states. I pull back I wanted to ask who he was referring to but he continued on, "And you know aemma, rhaelle, she like you and my daughter and every other woman in our house...are stubborn to the bone." He slaps the table as he chortle.

I lean back. What he said throw me through a loop, i was more confused than I was before as I stare at him dumbfounded.

Did he think I...was rhaelle?

Questions. Many questions formed as I thought about it and before I could ask one, a brush against my cheek had me snapping back to reality just as a cold hand rest on my cheek.

"Rhaelle" I look to my grandfather looking him in his violet gloss over eyes, "Are you alright? Do you wish to retire to our ch--" Viserys stopped when I was snatched out of my chair by my arm.

I look at Alicent as she stare at viserys with a scowl, she turn her angry glare at me before hissing in a low tone.

"Your husband is here, you should go to him." Alicent's grip on my arm tighten at each word she spoke, I wince before glaring at her just as she turn us before letting go of me.

I lost my footing and before I could fall, a pair of hands caught my waist. I look over my shoulder to see Aemond looking down at me with a glum look, I right myself before looking at Alicent as guards help viserys out of his seat.

"It seems the king is feeling unwell," Alicent says nonchalantly before turning to aemond and I, with a small smile, "But, do not let that damper your mood, you should go and have fun. Dance. I think the ladies and lords would enjoy it." she said in that sickly sweet tone.

"But, grandfather--" I look pass her to see the maester following close by with the guards and the king.

"Will be okay, all he needs is his poppy's milk." She says making me look back at her, she took a step closer with square shoulders, it took like she's trying to be intimidating, "Now, go run along and enjoy the feast." I narrow my eyes at her at the condescending tone.

She gives me a look, before I could say a word I felt a hand on my wrist.

"We will, mother." Aemond spoke from behind me.

Before I knew it I was being dragged away from Alicent, I look over to find Alicent talking to Enith and Ser Krey making me furrow my brows in questions when I made eye contact with Enith.

Something didn't feel right, I felt like I was outside looking through a window inside with how viserys was acting and how alicent acted. And I think my body agrees with how much my gut has been fluttering and my head feeling light, so much was happening and I wanted to know what.

[honeycomx]

Remember The Rain

Domesticated!Frank Castle x Black!reader

a/n: random ex and you’re gonna be an Apple user today.

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Cursing, Violence, Smut ↴

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You weren’t a stupid girl at all.

Things had changed in your relationship with Frank, you could feel it. You’d noticed the things he would do for you before now seemed foreign due to his recent absence. For the past three months it had been like that. But you chopped it up to him being exhausted due to the extra shifts he’d pull at night at the construction site. The extra hours wasn’t the issue, hell you were even pulling some at the hospital. Y’all were making plans to buy a house instead continuing to rent so it wasn’t out of the ordinary. But his distance was.

Even though you were working just like him, you still found time to spend with him, or attempt to anyway. He would give the, now, common excuses of ‘I’m tired honey’ or ‘I have to work a little later’ or ‘maybe another day’. And honestly now, it was becoming suspicious and hurtful of his avoidance of you these past few weeks. And to make it even worse, he hadn’t touched you in two, which was definitely not like him. He seemed to have infinite stamina when it came to sex, you knew. He could go on for hours and hours, dusk to dawn, from position to position. He was like a starved beast when it came to getting his rocks off. But recently his appetite was more sated, and you hadn’t been feeding him.

‘So who was?’ That was first thought that came to your mind. Doubt was flooding through your mind, every time you saw him laugh at his phone, leave for work, or even watch television. You just wanted to know if every ‘I love you’, passionate kiss, sweet messages sent, or intimate moments shared with him were genuine and real. Or was he just doing these things to keep you with him, in fear of being alone.

You couldn’t take it anymore but you didn’t have the heart to confront him with proof. If he wasn’t, you would terrible but your gut saying your feelings were spot on. You didn’t want to risk him knowing you had your suspicions, in fear he would stop his actions. You wanted him to be real with you. You knew he wouldn’t tell the truth, because he knew he had a lot to lose with you. And unbeknownst to him, even a child. Yes, you were pregnant. But you wouldn’t be for long, if he was cheating. And you were going to find out if an appointment needed to made soon…

“Damn 3:30 to midnight is different for you.” Frank said as he passed you your car keys and lunch from the kitchen counter.

“Yeah but we need the money and duty calls.” You grabbed your coat and badge before opening the front door.

“Alright babe see you later.” Frank said making his way to couch to resume watching his football game.

“No kiss?” You called out before he sat. Usually he would automatically give you one, without question.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said running back to give you a quick peck. This time he watched as you made your way to your car, just in front of your shared home.

“Have a good shift.” He called out, as you loaded in to the car. After blowing him a kiss and sending him a wave, you started the car, before making your 25 mins journey to your ‘shift’ at work.

“You really think he cheating?” Your cousin and co-worker, Bianca asked as you settled into the driver side of her vehicle. You were in the parking lot of the job y’all shared. To Frank’s knowledge, she asked to pick up a shift with her this evening. But in reality, She was letting you used her vehicle to devise your plan. In case, you had to follow Frank, you didn’t want to use a familiar car.

“Yes. He’s been acting real distance and I don’t know, I just have this weird feeling about him lately.” You expressed your doubt to her. She seemed shocked about it, to her knowledge, y’all had a fairytale type of relationship. You rarely had any problems in your relationship with Frank in the 5 years y’all had been together. In fact, prior to this, just a few months back, you told her you suspected he was going to propose soon, since you caught him looking up engagement rings. This was a huge turn in events.

“Have you talked to him about it?” She questioned, leaning against the downed window.

“No but I don’t feel like I should. I feel like he’s hiding something or someone. I know my intuition isn’t off.”

“We’ll do you got anything on you that he could track?” She asked, making sure you don’t have anything that could get you caught.

“No, I turned my location on my phone. But my iPad is in the car so my location shows I’m here. Plus here’s my keys if I don’t find anything in time. I’ll just meet you back at your house.” You handed her your car key, which she pocketed before glancing at the time, and cursing under her breath.

“Okay Y/N. I love you and be safe. I gotta go clock in. Call if you need me. You know I ain’t got no problem leaving this job.” She assured, giving you a pointed look.

“Thank you, Bee.” You muttered as the two of shared a hug through the window. She said one last goodbye before jogging her way into the work building for her shift.

It had been a little over three hours since you arrived back at the house. You parked on the adjacent street a few houses up but close to where you could still see your home. And luckily, when you had gotten back from the job, Frank’s car was still parked and the light was still on in the living room, indicating his presence. You tried to busy yourself by aimlessly scrolling through multiple social medias to ease your nerves. But your mind was running like a faucet.

The thought of Frank stepping out on you had you worried, you truly loved him and eagerly wanted to start family and settle down with him. You hoped you were just overreacting, you hoped he had the same thing in mind. But you couldn’t deny the way you felt, you wouldn’t be able to continue on with him, knowing your feelings. You felt the waterworks coming, you really didn’t want your heart broken again especially by Frank. You wanted him to be the one, didn’t want all that time invested to be for nothing.

Wiping the stray tear from your eye, you glanced back at your front door, this time it opened, your eyes widened, you sat up in your seat to get a better look. Frank stood in the doorway with different attire from earlier and his hair had a curly silkier look to it as well as his beard. He had recently showered. You watched as looked up and down the street as if he we’re waiting for something or someone…

You watched his face visibly light up as if he spotted what he was looking for. And you followed his gaze. Lo and behold, there she was, a slender blonde with nice perky ass and titties to match. She was a bombshell. Her attributes were the complete opposite of yours. She had long streaks of straight golden blonde hair, whereas yours was kinky cloud like mass of brown/black curls. Her body was slender and toned, more athletic build. And your body was thicker and wider, a more chubby build, and it didn’t help that you were carrying either. You watch as she threw her arms around Frank’s neck, as he wrapped his around her waist, they accepted each other gracefully. A shaky gasp left your lips, as their locked in passion. Frank pulled his mistress closer as they continue their heated make-out, pulling her into the home before shutting the door behind them. You slumped back into the seat in defeat, after witnessing the dreadful scene in front of you. Frank was cheating.

Tears started flowing like a river, you stared at your desecrated home in complete despair. Never would you have thought in the few years you were with Frank that he would do cheat. He made it seem like the love you two mentally, physically, and emotionally, shared was irreplaceable. Only for him to turn around share his love with another. The sadness you felt quickly turned to anger the more you thought about it. At first you wanted to just leave but you knew Frank would deflect if you confronted him later. So you decided to do it now while the evidence was undeniable.

Minutes passed before you hurriedly gotten out of the off car and crossed to the street, taking the path up to your once cozy row home. Unlocking the door quietly, so you wouldn’t announce your presence to the pair. As your slowly creaked open the front door, you noticed the lower level was empty of life, besides the television playing sport reruns. As you were about to further scope out the place, you heard it, above the sound of the loud broadcasters, the slow creaking of the bedsprings coming from y’all shared bedroom entering the the lower to which you stood in, unbeknownst to the latter above.

“Frankie…please.” The broad moaned.

The cold sensation that racked through your body, was something not even the thickest of coats or furs could ease. It made the realization set in more that your boyfriend of 5 years was just above your head, making a another woman cry out his name in y’all home when it should’ve been you. The cold feeling had yet to shake, but you mustering up whatever strength you had left and began climbing the stairs, being sure to avoid alerting them of your presence.

Your heart sunk further as you made your way up the stairs, closing in on the bedroom. The creaking of the springs increased, the sound of skin being pounded against skin grew louder, the smacking of lips against each other became evident, as well the soft groans coming from Frank, who you thought was your boyfriend, as he made love to his affair lover. As you reached the top of the stairs, the site of men and women clothing being scattered like roses leading to the slightly opened bedroom made you sick. The fact that some of those articles of clothing were Frank’s made you even more sick.

Taking small cautious steps towards the bedroom, you were finally able to see the situation for what it was, though it brought tears to your eyes. In front of you was Frank, as bare as a newborn baby, his sweaty scratch filled back was facing you as he held her petite body in place by her small hips as he rapidly battered himself in her arched bottom, as her upper half was burrowed in the sheets.

“Fuck Frank! Don’t stop baby. I’m so close..”

You halted in your tracks, you recognized that voice as Jessica, his ex. She had called Frank’s phone multiple times, when you both first made it official. Her high-pitched voice screamed at Frank through voicemails, call him everything but a child of God. You were present as he listened, he warned you to block her because of her craziness, and vouched that he did the same. Apparently, that was a bald-faced lie.

Enough was enough, you had seen everything you needed to see. You slammed the door open, the two instantly jumped apart, screams left Jessica’s lip as she quickly faced the doorway, pulling your bedsheet over her nude body. Frank immediately covered his hardened appendage. You stared down the two, anger masked your face. The look of horror etched on both their face would’ve been priceless if the situation wasn’t happening.

“Baby.” Frank stated as you made threatening steps toward him. All while, Jessica immediately gotten off the bed, tossing on Frank’s discarded shirt.

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me Frank. 5 years of my life gone down the drain for this bitch,” You screamed, pointing towards her. “The same bitch who broke your heart in the first place. Then you do what she did to you to me?! Me?! Like I fucking deserve it!”

“Well honey,” Jessica spoke, making you send a menacing glare her way. “I don’t know what you expected, he was beating my walls down for 10 years before he beating yours. You should’ve known I wasn’t going anywhere.” She snared, place her manicured hand on her hip.

“Excuse me?!” You asked, wondering where her audacity came from.

“I don’t think I stuttered. I mean look at you.” She spat, looking at you in complete disgust.

Your fists balled up in anger as your eye slightly twitched. Frank already knew what was about to happen next. You leaped across the bed, Jessica screamed as she saw you coming. Before you could reach her, Frank’s arms wrapped around your midsection, pulling you back to his nude form.

“Let go of me Frank!” You yelled, trying to pull him arms off of you, kicking and screaming as he made distance between you two.

“Jessica get out of here now!” Frank urged, struggling to hold you back. Not needed to be told twice, she ran out, swiftly gathering her discarded clothes.

Seeing her run away, added fuel to you fire.

“Fucking let go!” You screamed, thrusting the heel of your foot onto Frank’s toes.

“Son of a bitch!” He yelled out in pain, immediately letting you go.

Wasting no time, you went bounding after her, catching up quickly, surprising her with your speed. As she ran down the stairs to the front door, you clog covered foot made connect with the center of her back, sending her flying down the rest of the way, and smacking the hardwood floors with a pained scream, her clothes scattering out, no doubt causing her to bruise her skin.

Your rage blinded you as you went after her. Your sense of rational thinking, left the moment you walked in on them. And her words didn’t help, even though it was the truth. Still her willingness to disrespect you, your relationship and your home, was not something she was going to get away with. She had walked in to your home with all the confidence in the world but she damn sure wasn’t going to leave with it and maybe not her teeth either.

“First you fuck my man! In my bed!,” you yelled gripping her blonde streaks, causing her to yelp in pain. “Then you come in my house and have the audacity to disrespect me! You have lost your damn mind!” You screamed, landing blow after blow on her body, almost after every vowel. Her cries of pain as she desperately tried to fight you off, brought you sense of bliss, in this trying time. Not matter how much, she yelled, bit, scratched, or hit, she couldn’t fend you off.

You could hear Frank fumbling around above before descending the stairs as y’all fought.

“Jesus Y/N! That’s enough!” Frank yelled, running to you, now sporting a pair of sweats. He yanked you from the girl, causing you to fall back from her, making land on your back.

He rushed to pull the pummeled Jessica further away from you and to her feet, letting her lean on him for security as she steadied herself.

“Get me away from her!” She whimpered, leaning further in to him.

“You shouldn’t have been here in the first place?! You home wrecking whore!”

“Both of you stop it!” Frank commanded, standing in between the both of you.

“Like hell I will. She’s got 10 seconds to get the fuck outta my house before I drag her ass out.”

“No you won’t Y/N, you already went too far.” Frank retorted.

“I went too far! You were fucking that home wrecking bitch in my bed. Then she has the nerve to be smug and disrespectful to me about it. And now, I’m the bad guy, I’m the fucking victim!” You couldn’t believe his willingness to defend her.

“Y/N, you still went too far. She might need to go to hospital!”

“You know what, Frank? You telling me that like I’m supposed to care?! But since you love and care about her so much more than your fucking girlfriend?? You can take the bitch there and she move in with you cause I’m fucking done!”

Without giving him a chance to give a rebuttal, you sped back up the stairs to the bedroom, you’d soon previously shared with your, now, ex-boyfriend. Tears start to flow as you threw the closet open, you grabbed your duffel bag immediately ransacking your dressers, tossing whatever clothing and necessities you needed. You were done with Frank, there wasn’t anything to talk about. Seeing how he treated her, made the ache in your heart spread even more. He went for her first even though you both were hurting. She shouldn’t even have mattered to him anymore. But apparently she meant the most, you could see that. She was the one that was in the wrong, yet he was coming to her rescue and protecting her each time. Frank had broken your heart into pieces, and you weren’t going to sit there and let him break it even more. You loved him dearly, but you loved yourself more than to deal with his infidelity.

Below you could hear the sound of muffled talking, then the front door shut. The heavy footsteps of Frank, made their way to where you were.

“Y/N.” Frank’s gruff voice called out to you. Which you ignored, and continued to pack your stuff.

“Can you stop being immature for second and just talk to me so I can explain?” Frank pleaded. A scoff left you lips, “What’s immature is me walking in on my boyfriend fucking his ex in my bed. When he could’ve been open with me when he had the chance.” You weren’t sure if he trying to get a rise out of you so you could speak to him or that bitch rubbed off of him too much because of his logic.

“I know I fucked up” He tried to reason.

“No you’re a fucked up person,” You spat finally facing him, “And if you can’t tell I don’t want to hear you’re bullshit excuse for cheating on me, Frank. You should’ve left with your lover to the hospital because I’m leaving, it’s not up for debate.” You zipped up your full duffel bag, but before you secure it over your shoulder, Frank took it from your hands.

“You’re not leaving until we talk.” He said, tossing the bag behind him.

“Frank give me my bag.” You demanded trying to go around his large form, only for him to block your way.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I know I made a mistake but I don’t want you to go.” He plead, once again. This time you could see his eyes gloss over.

“Frank how selfish can you be?!,” you spat, tears pooling in your eyes as well. Usually, you hated Frank seeing you cry but you couldn’t hold this time. Frank’s face held a shameful look as he watched the tear cascade down you rounded flustered cheeks.

“You want me to sit here and have a conversation with you when I can barely even look at you right now. You have no right! If I need space, I deserve it after today. You made your choice the moment you let her in our bed, even if it not what you want now, it what you wanted then. Just give me my bag and let me go.” You went to move around his towering frame and grabbed your bag and this time he let you. Swinging the handle on top your shoulder,

“Wait,” Frank large hands gripped you wrist tightly, halting your movements. You turned to face him, tears started running down his cheeks,“Just promise me we’ll talk.” His voice was soft, giving his last plea. It made your heart ache more. You snatched your wrist from his strong hold.

“Goodbye Frank.” With that you left out the door, without looking back.

You threw you bag in the back seat of your cousin’s car before getting in the drivers seat. Immediately, all the hurt and tears you were holding back came flood forward. Sobs rack your body as you gripped tightly on the stirring wheel. You grabbed your phone and texted you cousin that it was true and you were on your way back to her home. You still struggled to collect yourself as you started the car. Looking back at the house, you saw Frank standing outside the door, watching you. Shaking your head, you pulled off in the street, watching him shrink in the distance.

Driving away from what used to be your home, brung back every happy memory you shared with Frank. From the first night you met to last intimate moment shared between you both. Then to end of it, which you couldn’t believe was happening. You were at a lost, you lost your boyfriend to his ex, and you’re pregnant with his baby. And as fucked up as it is that you didn’t tell him, you wanted to be free of him completely. Meaning a even tougher decision was upon you, but considering everything that went down today, you were sure you were going to be making that appointment…

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Lando.N Driven Desire: A Tale of Passion and Speed Part 1 (lando backshots innit)

As the night unfolded, you found yourself drawn to the sleek silhouette of Lando's vintage Lamborghini parked outside the restaurant. Dressed in his signature black attire, with his Monster cap and playboy hoodie, he exuded a casual charm that left you breathless.

You had already caught glimpses of him in viral videos, and the anticipation had ignited a fire within you long before he arrived. So when he pulled up, it was inevitable that things would escalate quickly.

Soon, you found yourselves in the privacy of an empty car park, your dress hiked up around your hips as you straddled Lando in the driver's seat, his Lamborghini providing an unexpected backdrop to your heated encounter.

Moans and expletives mingled in the air as you rode him fervently, the rhythm of your bodies syncing perfectly amidst the leather confines of the car. Lando's hands gripped your hips possessively, guiding your movements as you sought pleasure in each other's embrace.

His skilled fingers found their way under your dress, teasing your bare skin and eliciting desperate cries from your lips. With expert precision, he exposed your breasts, his lips and tongue setting your nerves ablaze with every touch.

"You take me so well," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he lavished attention on your sensitive flesh.

Lost in a haze of desire, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of him inside you, the car becoming a sanctuary for your shared passion. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, his own climax looming on the horizon.

In a flurry of movement, Lando took control, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his release. You clung to him, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment as pleasure consumed you both.

As the echoes of your shared ecstasy subsided, you found yourselves catching your breath, basking in the afterglow of your impromptu tryst. With a tender kiss, you exchanged a silent promise to continue your escapade elsewhere.

As you straightened your disheveled attire, Lando's gaze lingered on you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"What got you so worked up?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You couldn't help but blush, the memory of your arousal still fresh in your mind.

"I think it was a combination of the car and your outfit," you admitted sheepishly. "And maybe a little bit of your irresistible charm."

Chuckling softly, Lando leaned in for another kiss before starting the engine, the anticipation of what awaited you both at home adding a new layer of excitement to the night.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he revved the engine and drove off into the night, leaving behind the lingering heat of your shared passion and the promise of more adventures to come.