#black oc

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (14)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activity

Genre: Angst/Fluff & SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 8.1K

14. Look at Me

Voe wakes up bright and early at around 10 AM (progress okay?), she enjoys the time she spends doing her makeup, so she decided to add some small earrings to her new ears. Her makeup was light and casual, but just enough to feel in control of herself. She pranced down the stairs with delight and spotted everyone in the parlor conversing and having a grand old time. She spots Angel in the crowd and skips up to him, hugging him from behind.

He’s shocked and caught off guard by this display of affection.

“What the hell- Oh hey,” he turns around inside of her embrace

She looks up at him with bright eyes “Hi,” she says happily

“Uh, did ya need something?”

She nods “I needed to say ‘thank you,’”

He blushes slightly “Oh, no problem. You doing okay?” She nods again “Yes,”

“Good,” he rubs the back of his neck and smiles at her

“You’re such a good friend,”

“I was just, helping out..” he sounds nervous but flattered

“Yeah, that’s why you’re a good friend”

He ponders “Yeah, I guess so,”

She hugs him tighter, placing her head on his torso, and smiling, he hugs her back, placing his head on top of her head.

“Awww you guys!” Charlie spots them hugging “That is so sweet!”

They pull back “Whatever,” Angel flips down his shades “I’m going to work,”

“As am I darling,” Voe fakes a British accent “So long!” as they head out the door

Voe has to walk twice as fast to keep up with Angel. “So I have something to tell you,”

“Okay?”

“So..remember I was telling you about my rut?”

“Mhmm,”

“And then you said I should try and fuck somebody?”

“Mhmmm,” he raises an eyebrow

She takes a deep breath before saying “I had sex with Lucifer,”

He raises his shades to look down at her “First off, not really surprised, but look at you!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, but that’s not it,”

“Well, what else?”

“Afterwards, I wasn’t really…I don’t know how to say it…but I guess satisfied?”

“He didn’t make you cum? OH shit!”

She shakes her head “No, he did. Multiple times, actually. But…you know how sometimes, you get hungry and then you eat something, and it’s good, but then when you’re done, you know that’s not the thing you wanted to eat?”

“I guess?”

“Yeah, it felt like that.”

“Maybe you wanted to fuck someone else?”

She nods “I thought so too. So I had sex with Velvette.”

His eyes widen “Uhuh…?”

“Still the same thing.”

He tilts his head “Well that’s good, cuz you wouldn’t want to be with her like that anyway.”

She looks around “Yeah, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Keep fucking everyone until you find the right one?”

She rolls her head back “Yeah, but that’s exhausting!”

He shrugs “I don’t know, but I gotta go. Good luck with your sex journey.”

She purses her lips “Be safe,” 

“You too, love,” he salutes her jokingly and walks through the doors to Val’s studio. Voe takes a breath, watching him leave before heading up to Velvette’s. 

Alastor sat in his room caressing his cheek. Her handprint was gone, but he could still feel the heat of the flame from her palm. Alastor hadn’t felt anything as invigorating as that slap. The conversation came back to mind, the intensity, the yelling, Voe being able to stand her ground against him…

Alastor was a truly refined man, but the months of October through December always tested his resolve. Whenever he was closest to losing control, it was during those months. He was constantly warm, his muscles tense, his breathing heavy, skin sensitive, and his heart rate faster than it had ever been when he was alive. His face burned as thoughts of carnal desires raced through his mind. He felt ashamed and somewhat disgusted with himself, he found himself to be above such things that drive other sinners wild, above their frivolous desires and weaknesses, but every year this time got to him. He usually sequestered himself around this time to make sure he can control himself. Nowadays he couldn’t do that, he was always needed and every time he left his room there was a chance to run into…her.

She’d been a thorn in his side since the very beginning, but her smell was addicting, and every moment spent in her presence was a moment to watch her in action, doing things. It was hard for him to explain, but he felt drawn to her, it was involuntary, magnetic, a compulsion to watch everything she did. Whether it be standing, walking, dancing, or just talking; while watching her he felt…happy? Maybe excited? Something about the movement of her waist and, pardon his French, derrière drove him up the wall with joy. Though nothing could compare to her lips; as he told her they were quite plump and soft-looking, perfectly round, and two contrasting but perfectly complimentary colors. They looked perfectly sculpted by an expert artist. When he watched her he felt like he had walked into a living art museum, and she was her own exhibit. She brought him joy. Simply put, she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning. 

Engaging with her was frustrating, she was strong-willed and would never back down from him, her smugness and cockiness infuriating but exciting. Her behavior was interesting and her thoughts showed that she may be worthy of equal footing to him. He wanted to know more, wanted to get closer. Perhaps physical? Maybe a pat or a holding of her arm? Her waist?

Being around her made this time much harder. Adding to the physical reactions and the inappropriate thoughts, were thoughts of her. Daydreams or simple imaginations. And sometimes…the thoughts would mix. Thoughts of her helping him out and providing him with her…company. Then he would see her in person and it would be quite difficult to keep those thoughts from resurfacing. Like he said, every year around this time he would seclude himself, but being around her made him not want to. 

Entering Velvette’s studio she saw Velvette of course, looking through papers on a clipboard. Sitting in the corner of the space was Vox; stewing on his chair as he looked her up and down with contempt then made a show of looking away from her. She darts her eyes away from the man to focus on her boss.

“Ah! There you are! Good morning darling!” Velvette embraces her and kisses her on the lips. Voe nervously glances toward Vox in the corner, who only glares at her more and more angrily. “Just the doe I wanted to see. I have big plans for you, love!”

“Uh Velvette? What’s with flat screen over there?”

She glances back at Vox “Oh, him? He’s just here to help me with advertising,”

“Advertising what?” “Well, that’s the news! I’m planning a runway show. Starring you! And I want you to help me plan it!”

She widens her eyes “Really? Why?”

“Well, I based it off of you, so who better to help plan it? We’re going to recruit some more models that look a bit like you for this, but of course, there’s no beating a fucking original!” She grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her

Vox scoffs from the corner of the room “I could think of people,”

“Oh hush Vox! We’re done talking, you can leave now!”

Vox stands to his full height and exits the studio, glaring at Voe all the way out.

“Uh, what’s his problem?” She asks her boss

She shrugs “Ever since the interview, he thinks you’ve been lying to him about the Alastor stuff. I won’t let him hurt you but, watch your back.” She puts her hand on Voe’s shoulder 

“Yikes,” Voe pulls at her collar

“Anyway!” she claps “We have so much work to do.”

They discussed the clothing designs and the sizes that should be offered, and Velvette allowed Voe to pick the model candidates while caressing her thigh.

“You know you could stay here,” Velvette whispered in her ear “Since we have so much work to do, and we’ll be spending so much time together. I thought maybe you’d consider just staying here with me. We could have a whole new room made for you….” she draws circles on her thigh “Or you could sleep in my room with me,”

Voe clears her throat, smiling “Thank you, I will consider it.”

Velvette seems quite offended at the lack of a ‘yes’ “Whatever,” she rolls her eyes “Oh! By the way, Vox also wanted to know if you had any more information on the Red Beast?”

“Umm? He brought me home after the disaster at the club,” she offers

Vox immediately kicks down the door “HE WHAT?!”

“My DOOR! DAMMIT VOX!” she rubs her forehead “She’s saying that Alastor brought her home from the club.”

Vox grins “Oh did he?”

“Very interesting isn’t it?”

She drops her hands to her sides and purses her lips “Yeah, when I woke up I was in my bed. He said that he carried me and tucked me in. He even gave me a glass of water.”

Vox and Velvette grin at each other devilishly. “Really? Is there anything that he said in particular? Anything you two talked about?”

“Like what?”

“Anything at all?”

She puts her finger on her chin “We talked, but about a lot of stuff.”

“What did you talk about? Tell us everything.”

“Well, he mostly kept asking why I licked him-“

Vox laughed out loud “H-HA HA HA. I’m sorry, You licked him? Why-Never mind I don’t care. Anything else, my dear?” He’s suddenly looking down on her with happy eyes 

“Uh, yeah. I…kinda slapped him..”

“Really?” Velvette asked. Voe nods “And you’re still alive?”

She looks down at herself “Alive as I can be.”

“Someone’s going soft,” Velvette glances at a grinning Vox “Anymore?”

“I… asked why he wanted to do radio.”

“Really?” Vox leans down, grin getting wider “What did he tell you?”

Vel scoffs “Better not be anything sentimental and boring,”

“Uh, then you’re gonna be disappointed,”

“Ugh,”

She takes some time to recall “He said, it was because, on the radio, your looks don’t matter, as long as you have the voice.” She smiles to herself thinking of his poignant words

The air is silent before Velvette and Vox break out into manic laughter, Vox especially. 

Vox wipes a digital tear from his eye “I’m sorry, is that all?” he straightens his tie

Voe is unsure of what was so funny, but she guessed it wasn’t a joke for her to get “Uh, yes. That’s all,”

“Alright,” Vox says, standing tall “Velvette?”

“I know what to do,” she says, typing into her phone “Okay, you’re dismissed.” She waves Voe away, and the doe gets up and leaves. She heard their cackling through the closing door.

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“So, everyone is probably wondering why today’s activity is at night, and that is because my dad,” Charlie gestures toward Lucifer “Is so busy during the day and he wanted to join the activity. So let’s give my dad a round of applause,” the resident’s clap for their King, Voe especially

“Amazing parenting,’ she jokingly says toward Lucifer, who is sitting next to her, with his hand on her thigh

Charlie seems slightly put off by it but continues on anyway “Tonight’s activity is simple. We’re just going to say how our days were, and our favorite parts. And we’re gonna go popcorn style, so whoever wants to go can just go!”

“I’ll go,” Angel pipes up from the other side of Voe

“Oh wow, Angel! That is amazing! Go ahead!”

“Woo Angel!” Voe cheers for her friend

“Well, the good news is that I finished work early, and my favorite part was that I scored some heroin.”

Charlie’s eyes are wide “Not exactly the kind of news I was looking for, but great job! Seriously, amazing!”

“Where’d you score heroin? Where’d you get it from?” Voe whispers to the spider

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She nods “Yeah, that’s why I’m asking,” but he just ignores her

Lucifer clears his throat “I’d like to go next. My day was great because I got to spend it with my daughter and meet new incoming sinners. My favorite part was getting to know them and helping them find a place to stay,”

“Dad! That’s amazing!” The residents clap again

“He’s amazing! Best King I’ve ever seen,” Voe says smiling at him

“Who’s next?” Charlie asks

No one goes.

“C’mon! Don’t be shy!” She scans the crowd “Voe! Why don’t you go next?!”

“What the fuck?”

“Please?” She rolls her eyes “Um, I guess my day was cool. My boss wants me to help plan a runway show-“

“Aw, that’s amazing!”

Voe lightens up at the validation “And the clothing line is based on me and my body type,”

“Wow Voe! You’re really making a name for yourself in Pentagram City! I’m so proud of you!”

The residents clap for her

Angel scoffs “No one clapped for me,”

“Well, I’m just glad that I’m earning more of my boss’s favor, so I guess that’s my favorite part,”

“Yeah, much more,” Angel mumbles under his breath and Voe elbows him

“That’s all.” She smiles at Charlie

“Great job!”

Lucifer whispers in her ear “Great job Ducky, I should reward you later,”

She turns to him and they grin at each other, and she gives him a playful warning look.

Alastor stands a few feet behind the parlor couch where the two of them sit. He glares at their playful joy.

“Guys come on,” Vaggie pipes up “This is part of your redemption, just tell us how your day was. It could literally be one word.”

“I’d love to participate!” Alastor raises his cane

Charlie blinks “Really?”

“Yes of course! We’re all a community!” he shrugs “My day was quite splendid!”

“Okay?” Vaggie questioned, waiting for more

“You did say it could be one word,”

Vaggie’s lips form into a straight line “Okay, thank you Alastor. What an amazing example!” She says sarcastically

Lucifer, the pigeon, has a smug grin as he whispers something into Voe’s ear and she starts to giggle, hitting him playfully. Alastor’s rage grew every second he stared at the two of them, canoodling like they were close friends, or worse, something more.

“Hmm, discussing ways to fix that ‘depression’?”

The whole room grows silent.

“Wow,” Angel deadpans “Talk about douchebaggery,”

Even Husker is surprised at the level of assholery that came out of his boss’s mouth.

Voe turns around, giving Alastor a disgusted look “Alastor, mental health is not something to joke about. Depression is…serious.” She just looks disappointed in him. She turns and comforts Lucifer “I’m sorry Luci, I don’t even know why he would say that.” She kisses his forehead

Alastor looks around to see no comfort in anyone’s eyes “I have things to do,” he says before dissipating into the shadows

Voe wraps her arms around Lucifer’s shoulders

Later that night as Angel was walking back to his room, a familiar cloud of shadow appeared in front of him, they faded away to reveal Alastor, already looking annoyed at his presence. Angel does a double take, seeing no one else in the hallway.

“Holy shit, is this going where I think it’s going? Finally!” he puts his hands on Alastor’s shoulders “Well, I prefer missionary, but-“

“Get your hands off me,” Alastor speaks quietly and evenly, but with much anger behind it

“Okay, maybe it’s not.” Angel drops his hands

Alator stands his cane on the floor “Tell me what you know about Voe,”

Angel leans on one of his legs “What about her? There’s a lot to know,”

“What is happening between her and…Lucifer?” He grits his teeth just saying the King’s name “You agree they seemed awfully close during tonight’s activity, yes?”

Angel smirks “Why do you wanna know?”

“I just do.”

Angel’s amusement rises “Are you jealous Smiles? Is that why you said that tasteless joke back there?”

“I just believe that she can do better,”

“Like you?” he raises his brows

Alastor tilts his chin up “Looking at you, maybe there is a brain up there,” he taps Angel’s head with his cane

Angel swats the cane away “Look, you should really be asking her all this, why you coming to me?”

“Because I did. Now tell me what is going on between them.”

Angel leans against the wall “It’s not my information to tell-“

Niffty scurries up between the two men “Hi Angel, Hi sir! I heard you guys talking! Mommy and the Bad Boy have sexy times! I’ve heard them through the door! It sounded really dirty. I wanted to clean, but they wouldn’t let me in!”

“Oh,” Alastor responds in surprise “Thank you, sweetie,” he pats Niffty’s head “Have a good night Angel!” Alastor calls as he walks down the hall

The spider glances at Niffty “What?” she asks “I hear you in your room too!” she bounces excitedly

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A/N: There’s smut a coming!

I think he really wanted some attention today. he told some tasteless joke about depression

🤭😭😂

After texting her boss Voe plugs in her phone, leaving it on the nightstand face down, turning her lamp off, and closing her eyes. If not to sleep then to at least relax herself into peaceful imaginations. 

After barely two seconds of having her eyes closed she felt a cool-ish breeze in her room in the direction that her back was facing, which was odd since her room was usually kept warm. She turns to face her bedroom door, seeing only darkness, with her ears twitching all the while. She picks up one of her pillows and throws it at the darkness, where it reaches a certain point, and then explodes into feathers. She lets out a sigh mixed with a grunt.

“What?”

Alastor opens his crimson eyes and speaks “Hello, my doe”

She was annoyed but couldn’t help blushing at being referred to as his doe. Was he claiming her as his?

“What?” she repeats herself

He takes a step toward her bed “Well that isn’t a very polite way to speak to your…friend.” he says the word like it’s dripping from his teeth

“Yeah? Since when are you concerned with being polite?”

“Since right now, of course. Keep up.”

She rolls her eyes “What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you,”

Voe’s breath gets caught in her throat. There is no way he just said that to her. He must’ve meant it in a sick twisted way “Like for dinner? Or a snack?”

He chuckles, clearly amused “Speaking of snacks, I went to look for you in the kitchen and you weren’t there,”

“Obviously, because I’m up here,”

“Yes. Why?”

She crosses her arms “I wasn’t hungry tonight,”

“Yes, I suppose you’ve gotten full off of… apples,”

She raises her eyebrow “What?”

 “Truly, my doe I simply thought you had better taste and better manners than that,”

She stands off the bed and walks over to him “What do you mean exactly?”

“Just that it’s rude to vie for the affection of one man while entertaining another,”

Voe stares up at him in disbelief “Are you calling me a slut?”

Alastor sounds playful “No, of course not! I’m simply saying that I was unaware that you were starving this much for attention. If I had known, I would have obliged much sooner.” He looks at his nails

She squints “Say what you want to say to me Alastor,” her tone turns serious

“There’s something about you. I can’t behave normally when you’re near. I am thrown off kilter and my mind scrambles when you are present.” He turns his head downward “And I can feel it even when you’re not,”

Her eyes pierce into his “And?”

“I smell you everywhere.” He speaks through his teeth

Voe rubs her eyes and stares up at him “What?”

“You are deliciously suffocating.”

“Oh yeah? What do I smell like?”

“Hot, wet, sweet, and…sticky”

“Oh,” she blushes shifting the orientation of her legs

“I hear you’re getting hot and sweaty with Lucifer. I cannot believe that you would do that to yourself. That absolute turkey doesn’t deserve you.” He steps closer to her

“Really? And who does?” She questions somewhat mockingly 

He grabs her waist and presses her against the door “Me.” He says, sounding full of rage and lust

Voe looks up at him, feeling a tingle in her chest “Um, to be honest, I’m really turned on right now..? I’m not sure if you’re doing that on purpose or…”

“Do you actually think that I can just exist normally, with you walking around, acting and…looking like that?

“Like what?”

“All…like that,” he gestures to her face and body 

“Like what?!”

He squeezes her waist “Gorgeous,” he growls down at her 

Her neck flushes, but she bites back “What about you, huh? Am I supposed to just go about my day after you growl in my ear and get all up in my face? “ she waves her hands in her face “Your 7ft tall ass, looking down at me with those sexy piercing eyes, touching me with those long fingers…” she slows down her words “and sharp claws I want you to scratch me with.”

He forcefully shoves her up against her door, the pain rattles through her and ignites a fire in her core.

“Your curvaceous body, begging to be cupped and seized by my hands.”

“Those teeth I want you to sink into my skin,”

“Those lips I crave to feel on me,” his voice lowers in pitch and volume

“Those antlers I dream of holding onto,” 

“You smell amazing,” they both breathe out

Alastor reorients himself, takes a breath, and continues “I should like to make a deal with you.” 

“I will own my soul for the rest of my existence Alastor,” she spoke assuredly and somewhat flatly

“Not for your soul,” he approaches her, cupping her chin, the tips of his long, slender fingers almost reaching the bottom of her eyes. This forces her to turn her neck up to see him “I need something from you.” His voice lowered in pitch and sounded more intimate. 

She raises an eyebrow “You. Need something from me?” She sounded quite incredulous “What?” She crosses her arms, and he drops his hand, her head still angled upwards. 

“I am…in a bit of a rut.” She looks slightly confused. He gestures towards his slightly bigger antlers “A rut.” 

Her eyes widen as she processes the meaning of his words. “Mhmm..”

"I need your company to help me through it. In exchange, I will owe you a favor on your terms," he said.

She snorted. "My company?"

"Yes," he said, dragging the word out and straining his smile as his eyes betrayed annoyance at her lack of understanding. It took her a minute or so to comprehend the truth behind his request.

"Oh! My company! You want me to..." She widened her eyes and grinned slyly, clearly aware that she held the power in the situation despite Alastor's attempts to portray otherwise. She was a bit embarrassed to admit that she didn’t think the Radio Demon would be affected by mating season. "Why me?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Her smirk grew as she saw the impatience in his eyes and the way he tightened his fingers into a fist to avoid grabbing her immediately.

“You are just the least objectionable option within my vicinity, darling. Don’t think too much about it.” He went back to sounding as though he was performing in front of an audience.  

“Okay but, the ‘great’ Radio Demon never was one to settle for the ‘least objectionable’ option. No, Alastor has to have the best!” She leans into him “Am I the best?” She asks in a mocking tone. 

“Think what you want my dear. Besides, you are a doe. It just makes sense. Do we have a deal or not?”

“Okay…I will give you my company, but in addition to the favor,” she pauses, crossing her arms and placing a finger on her chin. “You have to let me touch you,”

“During..?”

“And after. Indefinitely.” She says, her tone confident and unwavering  “Do we have a deal?” She sticks her hand out to him. 

He squints at her, rolling his eyes, not exactly loving the terms, but considering that he was somewhat desperate and physically needed her at this point, he sighs, “Fine.” And takes her hand, the room lighting up with green as the deal is struck. 

They stand there in silence for a moment, each waiting for the other to do something.

“So how shall we proceed?” Alastor asks, his cheeks the same shade as his eyes

Voe’s eyes widen “Oh you want it now!” she exclaims, Alastor giving a curt nod in response. She looks up at him “Do you not know what to do?” she takes a step toward him

“Well… I’m not exactly sure how to get started.” He says playing with his fingers

“You were around in the 1920s there’s no way you don’t know what sex is.”

“I know,” he hissed at her “what it is. I just haven’t…indulged in that kind of activity.” He looks away from her, and his hands grip his cane as though he doesn’t know what to do with them

Voe’s mouth dropped open, “Are you a virgin?” Alastor doesn’t answer, but turns fully away from her “You’re a virgin!” She whispers with a grin “Hey, turn around” he does “I’m not judging, I’m just flattered that I’ll be your first.” She bats her eyelashes at him

“Don’t make it a bigger deal than it is my dear.” 

Voe’s eyes turn from doe to siren in an instant “Let me hold your cane.” She asserts. 

Initially, Alastor rejects this but is soothed by her humming as she wraps her fingers around the part of it in his hand, and removes it from him, examining it, and carefully placing it against a wall. 

“Sit please.” He obliges, unaware of why he’s even obeying her in the first place. She carefully removes his coat, hanging it on a hanger, humming all the while. When she returns she places her hands on his shoulders.

“You’re so…” she runs through all his qualities “confident. So ruthless, and so powerful.” She faces him towards the mirror “I’m truly honored that you came to me for assistance.” Her hand slinks around his throat, her other hand removing his monocle. Alastor is tense at the touch, but since she is gentle and caring with her fingers, he easily settles and becomes comfortable. 

“To be able to manifest anything, or destroy anyone that comes your way,” she bites her lip and sucks in some air “Never in my life did I meet a man that powerful,” her grip slightly tightens around his throat, while her other hand is sliding down his chest. “It’s so sexy..”

She circles back around to the front of the chair and places both hands on the armrests, standing above him. 

“Can I sit on your lap, Bambi?” She smirks 

Alastor reaches out and pulls her on top of him. “Ooh,” she cooed, placing her hands on his chest “I’m going to take these off okay?” She pinches his vest and shirt. 

“Proceed,” he watches her carefully as she unbuttons and removes the vest, draping it across the back of the chair. When she reaches for the shirt, he grabs her wrist “It seems unfair that you haven’t removed any of your clothing, doesn’t it my dear?” His brows furrowed 

She snickers and pulls her wrist free “Okay,” she smiles flirtatiously and pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving a bralette “Is that better?”

“Much,” his voice bordering on a growl

She makes quick work of the buttons and Alastor tenses before she removes the garment. 

“Everything all right?”

“Everything is…fine.” He looks away from her and she turns him back by his chin

“We can stop if you’re feeling uncomfortable, remember that” he nods once and watches her pull off his shirt to reveal a torso covered in scars. On his chest, his stomach, and even his neck. The largest one from Adam, going from his left shoulder diagonally to the top of his stomach. Voe marvels at them, tracing her hands and fingers over them, eyes wide and lips hanging apart. Her nails were trailing behind her fingertips, leaving a slightly pleasant sting behind. She gets lost in his scars before she looks back up at him, her lower lip between her teeth. 

“Would you like me to take off my bralette?” She whispers

“Your…bra?”

She smiles as if he’s amusing “It’s a bralette” She chuckles

He holds onto her waist as if his life depended on it “Yes,” he stares at her chest intensely as she raises the fabric over her head, freeing her breasts from their caging. Alastor’s neck reddens slightly as his body grows warm, staring at her newly naked flesh. 

“Would you like to touch me here?” 

“Yes,”

She grabs his wrists, placing each hand on a breast gently. He instinctually massages them, feeling her hard nipples against his palms. She shuts her eyes as she pulls her lips in, chest vibrating from her moans. He gets rougher with his touches and her moans get louder. His cock jumps in his pants, against her clothed cunt. The jump opens her eyes and she touches his chest. 

“Stop.” She breathes out “Or I’m gonna cum early” she laughs

She presses her body against his, hugging him, both of them topless. “How does this feel?”

“Fine, my dear” he responds, grateful she cares about his comfort level, but also growing impatient at the slow pace. She can feel his heart racing, and he can feel hers. 

“Do you want to remove your own pants?” She asks, still holding his body against hers. 

“Yes,”

She removes herself allowing him to stand and remove his pants, unsheathing a thick and long beige-ish gray cock with a tuft of red pubic hair above it. 

Voe’s eyes are wide as can be and her eyebrows up to her hairline. 

Alastor starts to feel self-conscious and vulnerable as she stares, “What?” He snaps

Voe blinks “Where have you been hiding that?”

“Under my clothes?”

“Um no, there has to be some sorcery involved, because when you wear clothes you look flat as a board, now I find out you have a whole log between your legs!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, my dear,” he shrugs, his grin turning cocky

She grins “Oh now I’m super excited for this!” She claps, going to remove her pants when Alastor reaches out

“Wait,” And she does. “I would like to do it,”

She wears a wide grin “Okay,” her voice deep and melodic

Alastor bends over to pull her sweatpants down. 

“It’s easier with you on your knees,” her smirk never wavering. She lifts her leg, placing her foot on his shoulder to press him down into a kneeling position which he acquiesces to. Once on his knees he removes her pants and helps her step out of them. Once only her panties were left, he stared at the garment, placing her foot back on his shoulder to stuff his face into her clothed core, taking in the scent that had been taunting him for weeks.

“Ah!” She yelps at the suddenness of his actions. His nose unknowingly stimulates her erect clit “Oh! Mmmfuck…” she reflexively rolls her hips against his face, creating more friction and more drippage that he longs to sniff. “Oh my gosh, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum on your face!” she whispers

He inhales her scent once more before removing the lace garment, seeing trimmed red pubic hair adorning her light brown vulva. He looks up at her from on his knees and she extends a hand to him which he takes and stands to his full height. 

“Oh my gosh, you do have a tail! And hooves!” She announced in shock and delight 

“Tell this to no one,” he states sternly. He clears his throat “Please,”

“It’s cute,” she touches his face “I love your body,” she speaks sincerely at a low volume. She boops his nose and it twitches in response. 

“You can’t love it as much as I love yours,” he drags his thumb down her plump lips. She catches the digit inside her them, sucking on it to her heart’s content. His face turns a similar shade to his hair. For once he was speechless, the rest of his fingers under her chin. His cock twitches in the air, her eyes darting down to view it. With his thumb still between her teeth, she grins. She removes it from her mouth. 

“Wanna bet?”

“Honestly I am…frightened of taking that bet,”

Her grin turns evil “Smart man,” she winks

“So…what now?” He looks around 

She claps “If this is going to happen, you need to take off that radio filter. You’re talking to me, not a mic”

“Okay…” he says without it, squinting at her

“Ooh, that’s better,” she pushes him into a sitting position on her bed “Now, we need to discuss positions.”

“All right,”

“What position would you like to try?”

His face is full of confusion “My dear, I have no idea to what you are referring,”

She chuckles “How would you like our bodies to be while I give you my company?”

“I suppose I shall take the lead?”

“Of course, you will,” she turns her head “Just like a man too,” she jokes under her breath

“Hmm?” He tilts his head

“Nothing!” She claps again “Anyway! There are many positions where you can take the lead. Such as doggystyle/leapfrog, butterfly, lazy dog-“

“You have experience in..all of these?”

She grins “Yes,”

“What do you propose for a..novice like me?” He sounds annoyed and self-conscious at once, not being the one in control

She taps her chin “Hmm. Is there anything specific that you’d like to happen?”

He thinks “Well, I’d love to stare at your pretty face”

She nods “Alright perfect! We can do missionary!”

“Missionary?”

“Mhmm. One of the simplest and most common positions. You probably know of it, just not by its name. Great for a newbie like you!”

She climbs on the bed next to him, laying on her back. “Come.” She orders “You get on top of me,”

“Alright,” 

He crawls toward her, sliding into the space above her. He places his hands on either side of her, holding himself up while climbing on top. 

“Because you want to see my face?” she asks playfully, smiling up at him. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she teases. He doesn’t answer, so she runs her hand through his hair and scratches a spot behind his ear. His eyes widen and his ears stand up, but then relax, as does the rest of his face. His smile becomes less about dominance and more about joy. “Tell me I’m pretty,” she breathes out to him. Finally, he speaks, “You’re quite beautiful, darling.” before he sinks his teeth into the skin of her neck, drawing blood. He licks it up and she moans, liking the pain. 

The weight of him on top of her was comfortable and cold. A nice chill to offset her warmth. He was thin, but not enough to see his bones. She pulled him closer as he bit and licked on her skin, leaving marks all around her neck and collarbone. 

“You’re so cute without your monocle,” she giggles and tells him when he comes up from her neck, still running her hands through his hair, touching and caressing his ears, which were twitching in response. 

“Are you still hard?” She flutters her lashes

“Yes…” he’s looking down at her face, still flushing 

“Let’s be sure,” her eyes are lidded as she drags her tongue across her palm, reaches down and grips his cock, to which he makes a buck grunt. Her eyes light up “Ooh, Bambi likes,” as she starts pumping the shaft. 

Alastor is embarrassed by his animalistic instincts, but the pleasure is too overwhelming for him to care. He’s letting out elk bugle sounds as she pumps him faster and faster, his cock hardening in her hand.

Voe is impressed with herself “That’s better,” She rubs the tip of his dick against her wet folds, causing herself to whimper. She positions it right at the entrance of her cunt, him feeling her wetness leaking out, oh so ready for him. “When you’re ready, just thrust forward, okay?”

He enters her, following her advice. The wet warmth greets him like he is coming back home. His eyes flutter and roll back, Voe closes her eyes, processing the pleasure. 

“You still don’t like me?” She grins devilishly after seeing his reaction, bites her lip and moans. “Still don’t like my attitude?”

He ignores her taunting in favor of checking in with her. He could feel her all around him as he presses through her heat “Are you alright?” He grunts out

“Yes, I’m fine”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she licks her teeth “Look who’s being gentlemanly.”

“I’m always gentlemanly.”

“Right. Is that in between being creepy and committing murders?” She smiles up at him. He flattens his brows and pushes himself deeper inside her at an agonizingly slow pace. She moans from the sensation, then groans from the pace. 

“Faster please,” she moans with her head back

He grips her thick thighs, his claws scratching against her soft flesh as he pushes himself deeper into her. She pulls his head down into her chest and bites his ear. Another bleat escapes his mouth “Look at me” she growls into the ear she had between her teeth, then lifts his head to leave kisses along his chin and throat.  Alastor grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, her face sprouting a smirk; as he thrusts into her forcefully. 

“Uh..yes. Keep doing that. Fuck…mmm…give it to me please,” She throws her head back exposing her neck. He grabs her chin and pulls her head back down.

“Look at me,” he purrs teasingly 

“I’d love to,” she pulls her arms free from him to wrap them around him and scratch into his back, noticing there were scars present there as well. She surveyed them quickly and decided that her mission was to add some more. She digs her sharp nails into his skin. 

The sensations build up inside them both. He fucks her hard as her eyes roll back into her head. Each thrust felt like it was digging inside, her sweet spot a punching bag for his cock. Once she opens them again, she is met with his face, oh so close and covered in sweat, his red hair sticking to his forehead. A close-lipped smile with closed eyes adorned his face as he was concentrating on doing a good job.

A good job at what exactly? Well, despite Alastor’s initial seeking her out for his own benefit, he’d developed an overwhelming need/desire, to please her. He hadn’t time to think about it, but he supposed he had a desire to maybe prove that he was worth something? That he could be of use to her in some capacity? She’d rejected his protection, as well as his guidance, so maybe she could keep him around for this?

What? No, that thought was dismissed from his head immediately. 

She pushes his hair back and meets her forehead with his, eyes open, drinking in the sight of her face, twisting and contorting with pleasure at every thrust and slap of her clit. She looks into his eyes, and he looks back into hers, visually devouring each other, each basking in the other’s scent, and lips so close they could almost taste each other. 

She snaked her hands through his hair once more, keeping him from being able to move his head or his eyes from her. His thrusts getting sloppier and less refined, both of their legs twitching, inching closer to their climax, him slightly losing control of himself while drowning in her eyes. 

“Don’t you dare stop,” She commands him, her lips brushing against his, while gripping a fistful of his hair. 

He grunts into her neck “I wasn’t planning to,” 

The sweat on their foreheads mixing, she looks him in his eyes “I need you to cum inside me Alastor.” She speaks with such authority, and unaware of why, he felt as though she was in charge. He, the great and feared Overlord, the Radio Demon, felt submissive to this doe that partially came out of nowhere, this common demon, this brat. He couldn’t help but follow the sound of her voice, and watch every movement of her face. The whines, the moans, the movement of her lips, the way her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Normally he was full of retorts, but now he had nothing to say. The feeling of the warm wetness inside her had stolen his words. 

“Alastor,” she whispered his name, snapping him back into focus “Cum inside me okay? Can you do that for me?” She spoke as though she was teaching him something and was making sure he was capable

“We can do that right?” She nods and he nods along with her “Yeah? Yeah, we can do that, right? Mhmm?” She bites her lip as her words turn into moans, and she throws back her head, exposing her neck. He takes the opportunity to drag his thick tongue across it, tasting her skin and the saltiness of her sweat. Her core twitches in response. She wraps her legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper, as they both feel their climax edging closer and closer. She lifts her head back up and pulls the buck closer to her body. “I am so fucking close right now.” 

Alastor starts instinctively turning his head to hide the red on his cheeks but she’s having none of that. She grabs his chin and turns it back to face her. “No, you wanted to see my face right? Now look at my face. You think I’m so pretty right? I’m so pretty? Look at my pretty face while you fill me up with your seed. Look at me while you fill me with your cum. Fuck!” She lets out a low hungry groan “Fuck! I need it! Please…please…please cum in me Alastor, please” she begs him softly, her eyes bright and wide. The cognitive dissonance between her innocent appearance and the filth coming out of her mouth was at this point too much for him to handle. 

“My doe,” she looks at him “Guess who’s coming for you,” she raises a brow in confusion, as he grins. With one last thrust, he emptied inside her and her core clenched around him, twitching and holding him hostage, just in case he even thought about removing himself. All this while Voe stared directly into his crimson eyes, their foreheads connected. She then shuts her eyes, letting out a powerful satisfied scream, and grabs his lower lip with her teeth. 

He could feel their combined fluids leaking out into the towel she had placed down and they stayed there in that position staring at each other until the dripping stopped. Alastor was stunned, he had no idea what to do next, this was new territory, him feeling this way. Voe could see it too. She grins wildly at him and rubs her nose against his, which he reflexively reciprocates, his tail gently swishing back and forth. 

“You’re hot when you’re quiet. But you can get off me now.“ though her words were slightly aggressive, her tone was sickly sweet “Unless you wanna keep going, but you look like you’re tuckered out Bambi.” She spoke the last word with a teasing tone, snapping him back to his senses, seeing reality now. He removes himself from her, the air feeling cool compared to her warm insides. 

Alastor turns his head toward her “I assume based on your reactions that my performance was satisfactory, yes?”

Voe breathes heavily “What?”

“Was my performance satisfactory?”

“You want to know if you did a good job?”

“Yes,”

Voe starts giggling as she turns onto her stomach, putting her face into her pillow

Alastor seems slightly offended “I don’t exactly see what’s funny,”

“No one’s ever asked me to rate them before,”

“Just…give me a number off the top of your head,”

“Uh, I guess 7/10?”

“7??”

“A high 7! Almost 8!” She giggles

“Well that’s just unacceptable,” he rolls onto his back “I need a 10/10,” he smirks looking at the ceiling 

“You can try,” she draws circles in the bed with her nail

“I intend to,”

They lay in silence for a few beats, until Voe breaks it.

“Why don’t you sleep? Actually, never mind, you don’t need to answer that. I already know.”

“Oh please, you know nothing.”

“Yeah? You don’t sleep because it’s a vulnerable state to be in and you hate to appear vulnerable. You can’t stand the idea that somebody, anybody might take advantage of your vulnerable position and be able to…I don’t know, defeat you? Sound about right?” She asks turning to lie on her stomach

Alastor’s eyes remain wide open, as he he finally made speechless. The two stare at each other until Alastor says “I will confirm nothing, but if that were correct, I’d wonder how you managed to come to that conclusion.”

Voe snorts “I told you, my dad is a psychiatrist. It’s a skill. I was taught by an expert. So while you can read others, at least those easy to read, I can read you.” She rests her head on her hand

“Tell me something Vera,” he turns to her. She raises her brows in acknowledgment “Why do you not like to eat in front of others?”

She blushes, her eyes looking away “Um.. well I-“ she looks up at Alastor, who gives her his full attention “Sometimes I feel fat,” she mumbles 

“What’s that?”

“You know how I’m like, bigger in terms of my body? Well, sometimes I feel fat and disgusting. Like when I eat in front of people,”

“Are you joking?” He deadpans 

Her eyes dart around “No I’m not joking. Not that being fat is bad for anyone else, I just think it’s bad for me, if that makes any sense.”

“I suppose I understand,” he thought of himself, not in regards to weight, of course, he was quite slender. No, in regards to his ethnicity. He never desired to disrespect his wonderful mother, but throughout his life and even his death, he found it hard to admit to his Blackness. That somehow, made him less than others. But similar to Voe’s ideals, the Blackness in others- case in point, her- was not only acceptable but beautiful. 

She reaches out to touch his body, tracing scars on his chest, when she gets to the big one, he flinches in pain and she says

“That scar,” she points to his chest “You got that from Adam?” It’s a question, but the tone implies that it’s a statement

Alastor doesn’t respond, only staring at her with shame in his eyes, while his smile remained

“I know I wasn’t there when that happened, but I don’t think you’re any less strong,”

“I would like to stop talking about this,”

She stares at him “Okay,”

There is no sound in the room for a few moments. Voe just stares at Alastor as he examines his own chest and the scar on it. He pulls the cover over himself after a few minutes of looking at it. He blinks before saying “I do want to apologize for my…joke earlier. It was very tactless of me.”

“Yes, it was.”

Alastor clears his throat “I’d like to make something clear,” Voe turns to look at him, leaning on her arm “This will be happening again,” he says staring up, lying on his back

Voe turns his face to her “Rude, this is an intimate activity. If you want it again, you need to ask, and you can at least look at me.”

He sits up, clearing his throat again “May I have your company once more?”

She sits up as well “Once?” she smirks

He looks away sheepishly “Many more times,”

She turns his face again, making sure they are making eye contact, at least for a moment “Yes, you may.”

A/N: Ahhh!!! Thank you guys for coming this far with me into my fanfic! This chapter is really special to me because the last giant chunk is one of the first things that I wrote for this story and I am so excited that you all finally get to read it. Let me know what you guys think in the comments down below ⬇️

THANK YOU!!!!!

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[okubunny]

Drew Polaris again, + slight outfit redesign.

Edit: alt text added. Thank you @a-captions-blog for the alt text description

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[lostbluejayart]

My baby girl. 90's. Love poetry and gardening. Daydreamer. Poignant. Nature and animals. Cowboy bebop oc.

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[henneseyhoe]

Still Mine.

Tyrone x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Tyrone being a slut, baby daddy drama, smutty flashback, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex(wrap it before you smack it!), abortion mentioned, pill mentioned, baby trapping, short, tad bit unedited.

SUMMARY: During Tyrone’s weekly pickup of his daughter, he tries to make his baby mama fold.

Ps. This was originally SO much longer but I didn’t like the way some parts were written so I cut it in half lolzzz

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“You know if I licked it, it’s mine, right?”

Your face twisted into a mug at Tyrone’s words while packing a diaper bag with all the necessary things your daughter needed for the weekend with him.

“Tyrone, please don’t start with that tonight” You couldn’t believe the extents he’d go just because you were seeing other people, it was crazy! Tyrone didn’t see it that way though.

The man was a tyrant. A danger to society and other men when he suspects you fucking with somebody who wasn’t him. Every single time he found out, he would let you know that you had limited days with that nigga, which he was always right about.

They’d either disappear completely or simply just stop responding to your texts.

One time you saw one of them at the grocery store and tried to say hi but he ran the other way, even left his cart stacked with groceries. You wondered what the hell was going on, and why they were so scared, but you knew there was only one person that could have them running for the hills like that, and it wasn’t you.

“I’m not startin’ shit, I’m speakin’ facts. You playin’, knowing them niggas ain’t shit compared to me”

Though the statement was true, it was bold of him to assume you wasn’t getting any good play. It was rare you did, but still! It’s the audacity.

You look at Tyrone up and down before bursting into laughter, making the infant besides you both slightly jump in her pack and play, looking around in confusion before flipping over on her stomach, a skill she just learned.

“Oop- I’m sorry, mama” You apologize to her, the baby just rolling back over and blinking up at you with a tether in her mouth. “Now, back to yo’ delusional ass!”

You thanked god the small child wasn’t old enough to understand words because she would have been cursing like a sailor by now. Pointing at Tyrone with the acrylic nails he paid for, that same signature mean look on his face that he always wore when somebody had him fucked up, you squint.

“Ain’t shit yours, and it hasn’t been yours since about a year now”

Tyrone sucks his teeth, still not believing anything you were saying to him.

“You shittin’ me, it’s always gon be mine!”

“Says who?! You crazy” You blow him off with the wave of your hand, zipping the diaper bag up and handing it to him.

He grabs it, then drops it to his feet without a care, crossing his arms. You look at him with a confused expression, your eyebrow cocked upwards.

“Why you like playin’ wit’ me?” He questioned while straight faced, but you stood your ground, unlike when you use to submit under him and his tone when you two were together. Truthfully, you use to be a bit scared of the nigga. He never gave you a reason to be personally, but he was a hard shell to crack, you rarely knew if he was happy or sad until he said something to steer you in a certain direction.

“Tyrone, quit playing and find you something safe to do, aight?” You fired back, challenging him. He moved not one inch. You knew he wasn’t scared of you at all, so this was no surprise, but you wasn’t gonna take him treating you like this in your own damn house.

“How many niggas you fucked since we broke up, Y/N?”

You shrug. “However many I wanted. I dunno, I wasn’t counting”

“Okay” He nods slowly, putting you on edge just a tad bit. You hum and study his reaction. He only did that when he had some shit up his sleeve. A simple answer, then a nod before he did or said some fuck shit. “And if I find them niggas and suddenly they stop callin’, then what?” Nothing he hasn’t done before.

“One less problem for me. You already pack up enough niggas in the glen anyway. Can’t kill ‘em all!” You giggle childishly after gaining your composure again, but as you found humor, the man stayed oh so serious.

“Oh, you’d be surprised at what a nigga can do now”

“Lemme guess, you learned to read a no loitering sign? Or maybe a no trespassing one?” You continued to joke, him finding nothing funny, as usual.

“You think you so funny” He warns, but you brush him off again, picking the diaper bag up and handing it to him again, this time forcing it in his hands to keep it there.

“I’m fuckin’ hilarious, nigga. better ask bout me”

Tyrone rolls his eyes.

“…so you really tellin’ me youn miss me?”

You turn and walk away to ignore the man further, side eyeing him as he followed. “Get out my face, Ty”

“Stop playin…so youn miss how I use to beat that pussy till you cry?” He spoke, getting closer to your ear so you could hear every syllable there. See, if this was a year and some change ago, you would have folded yourself in on a couch and put your legs to the sky faster than a pin could drop, but you had a point to prove.

You inched away from him to your kitchen, but he followed behind like a hungry shark that smelled blood.

“Let daddy dig that pussy out again, baby. You know I do it better than any other nigga”

Just with those few words, it had you thinking of flashbacks, your eyes fighting off a roll inwards. You knew the power he held in those boxers, you knew all too well what he was capable of. When Tyrone got to the pussy, he made sure he wasn’t playing no games. The man would even pull your bed from the wall everytime he came over so nobody in your moms house could hear how hard he was beating it up, talking dirty to you like you was a random bitch from the club, and that was your favorite part. That’s how you got into this mess anyway. Stuck with him and a tiny human who stole your face.

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Tyrone was definitely a man of threats, but he had never fallen through with any of the non-violent ones till this.

As Tyrone bucked his hips wildly into you, your leg began to quiver in his hold. You had thanked the gods that he had opted to lay you down on your side instead of fucking you standing up like he loved to do. You were sure your legs would have gave out by now if you were upright.

“Imma nut in this pussy, baby. Can daddy nut in this pussy? You want daddy to get you pregnant?”

He asks, and you nodded gladly like a dummy. Whatever the female version of pussy whipped was, you were definitely long past it. Even in that moment, you thought he wasn’t serious about the whole baby thing. He had never talked about one outside of sex, and you honestly thought he was against the entire idea of kids with the way he’d run junebug out of his presence when he’d do normal kid shit. He just didn’t seem serious.

Hell, you knew you weren’t serious about it. What would you do with a baby in this economy? Most importantly, how the fuck were you gonna care for it? You were only 21 and he was 24, had no business being together, but obviously he wasn’t the type to follow rules of any kind, or let you go.

The more he promised to get you pregnant, the harder y’all fucked until you were on top, riding him like there was a prize at the finish line you called an orgasm. Your hands were placed on his thighs behind you and your back was arched in as you spread your legs wide and bounced that ass on him, giving him the perfect opportunity to see himself slip in and out of you.

“Shit…shit! I’m bout to cum!” He shouts while panting, a few groans exiting his mouth.

“Fuuuck! I’m bout to nut, bae!” You heard him announce once again, but that wasn’t what set off alarms in your head, it was when he held you down and continued thrusting upwards into your wetness, making you leak. You whimper and shout, toes curling into the mattress.

“Shit! Lemme get up, Ty!” You tap his hands, trying to get them off of your hips so you could move, but he continues to bounce you with his fingers gripping you tightly, bound to leave a mark. “Tyrone! lemme get up, please!” You shout with urgency, but it had already been too late. By the time you rose up off of his dick, he had been pumping out the last bit of his seed, the small amount just sliding down the shaft of his dick. That’s when you knew you fucked up. Tyrone was a shooter in more ways than one, but when it came to cumming, he was damn near like a loaded gun. You’d have to squeeze your eyes shut when giving him head because he liked to cum on your face, and the first time he did, he almost blinded you with how far he came, literally.

“My god…” You breathed harshly, looking down at his dick begin to soften.

When it was all said and done, you asked him for money for a plan B, but lo and behold, he already had a pill prepared. Right in the glove compartment of his car is where he kept it and gave it to you when he came to see you the next day. But, as the weeks went by, you started to feel like that pill wasn’t much of a plan B, or at least not your “plan B”. It was definitely Tyrone’s though.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and nine of those later, you were popping out a little girl with a full head of hair and features just like yours. If you told somebody you made the baby alone, they’d probably believe you with how much you two looked alike. You were pissed off your entire pregnancy at Tyrone, but that didn’t stop you from loving your baby, you just couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of her either, though the process wasn’t foreign to you. If the “plan B” didn’t take her out, then who says she wasn’t meant to be here? But, with that being said, as you came closer to your due date, you grew farther from Tyrone while he was trying to keep you close, you even moved out of the glen and into a whole ‘nother town over.

He was there through your entire pregnancy, or at least tried when you weren’t trying to kill him for getting into stupid shit and almost dying, but because he was still so supportive and caring for you, checking up on how both you and the baby were doing, you cut him some slack, letting him name the bouncing baby girl. He went with the name ‘Autum’ because you two met in autumn, to your surprise he even remembered that since it had been so long ago.

Fast forward five months later, y’all were still beefing on and off over stupid shit. You would curse him out over scaring away new friends and or lovers, he’d ignore it and continue, working extra hard to make sure all them niggas knew who he was. Oh, Tyrone was on a mission, and he would not be ignored by some lame nigga you wanted to fuck, or ignored by you.

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[nobitchs-world]

What people think I mean when I say I like white boys:

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[allkordelia]

Fuck you, Daemon

The young woman was under the big oak tree twisting her white coils around her finger as she read, she laid against the tree with the book that tells the stories of the age of heroes. She tries to keep her feet off her dark red and gold pattern blanket scarf as she lay on it, she turned the page with her index finger well still holding the book in the same hand.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." The girl didn't look up at the man who sneaked up on her, she didn't respond or pay him no mind making him frown slighly.

The young prince moved to sit beside the girl's feet before laying on his side with his left arm supporting him, the man looked over at the girl who hasn't said a word yet making a mischief grin to grow on his face. He used his two finger to walk over the blanket and onto the ankles before slowly moving up the young girl's dingley green gown, she snapped her eyes over to the man who was smiling slight as he moved his fingers up and down her leg. Growing annoyed the girl crossed her legs causing the man's fingers to fall off her making her sigh before concentrated on her book again, the prince looked over at her with a soft glare before moving his hand under her gown causing her to snap her eyes over the book. She tried to shake his hand off only for him

"Stop it." She hissed lowly, the man didn't listen as he continue to caress her leg. This made the young woman grow angry as he did what he wanted like he always do, she finally had enough when she felt his hand squeeze her upper thigh making her slam the book on his hand hard. He sat up as snatched his hand from under her gown before shaking it in pain, the young woman made a hum of content when he look at his stinging hand.

"You should listen more often, cousin." She said under breathe before settling back to reading.

"Oh, she finally speaks I was getting worried for a second. I thought your father cut out your tongue." He said clenching and unclenching his hand, the young woman rolled her eyes wishing that her father did cut out her tongue than there's a better chance she bleed out and die.

"Are you still made at me, my dear?" The woman didn't answer making the young man move to sit on his knees.

"If you don't talk to me, I'm just going to keep on annoying you." He said with his hands resting on his thighs as he looked at her, she didn't say a word as her eyes focus on the words on the page.

"Fine. Have it your way." The girl didn't heed his warning that's why when the book was snatched out of her hand and tossed to the side, her tolerance for the man was growing paper-thin to the point she felt like she was about to see red her heated gaze stare him down only made him smile.

"There's my girl." She growled deep in her throat before getting up and walking over to the book.

"What do you want, daemon." She wiped the book down with her sleeve as her back is turned to him, like a fly to a web the rogue prince didn't skip a beat pulling her back against his chest.

"You know what I want." He whispered in her ear before planting a kiss on her neck, she quickly moved out of his hold turning towards him with the book against her chest.

"Well, seek it somewhere else." She moved around him to gather her blanket, she put the book in a space between two branches before getting her blanket and shaking it off.

"I do not wish to get it somewhere else..." She wrapped it around her neck before bending forward again to get the small book, she tensed up feeling his crotched against her ass making her sit up and turn to him with a glare.

"...I want you." He said raking his eyes over body with lust.

"You cannot have me." She shut him down, he tilted his head to the side with raised brow.

"Since when?" He asked, she looked cold at him.

"Since you decided not to object to my pending marriage, you were suppose to convince my father to let me become your squire." Daemon rolled his eyes weary at the same thing she kept on begging him to ask her father, she was a good fighter and even braver woman but daemon couldn't help to get attracted by her and her body.

"And I will like I promised, just not now...because right now i want to taste you. " He smirked devilishly stepping closer to her only for her to step back.

"That's not happening." She said stern.

"What? You don't want me to do that thing with my tongue, again." A twisted feeling in her stomach of the memory of what he did countless times made goosebumps spread all over her body.

"No, we can not do that not anymore. I am to be a married woman soon." Daemon blinked at her as the words spiral around in his head.

"Come again?" She didn't say anything making Daemon clench his jaw, "When was this decided." He asked.

"This morning well you were at fleabottom, viserys picked the house I would be marrying into." Daemon shook his head slightly.

"Who is it?" The young woman didn't want to say she knew that the moment his name leaves her mouth, Daemon would go on this long rant and she didn't wish to waste precious time that she has being free with him.

"Answer me." He snapped.

"Hightower." Daemon looked at her before letting out a laugh.

"Hightower? Corlys would rather die than marry you off to one of Otto's sons, do my brother not know the history between your families." Daemon talked as if it was some sort of joke that his lover was playing on him to get back at him for not talking to her father.

"He knows, Daemon. Thats's why his doing it to form a truce between our families." He rolled his eyes at that rubbish.

"So, which one are you marrying, ser gwayne or one of the others." He asked.

"My beloved father was nice enough to give me a choice, between the eldest or Otto." Daemon laughed again.

"Oh, how I wish I was there you know he always had a thing for you, I bet he was vexed." The young velaryon girl looked taken back by what he said before glaring at him.

"I chose Otto." The prince laughter turned to chuckles.

"Do not jest." He saw the look on her face making the smile dissolve into a grim look.

"Why would you do such a thing." He snapped feeling a bit betrayed.

"If I had married his eldest I couldn't bring my dragon to the Reach, so i decided to stay here." Daemon was pissed but not entirely since he understood he don't think he could step foot in the Vale if he couldn't bring caraxes with him to stay.

"I don't know who's the bigger fool my brother, your father, or you. All of you are playing into his grimly little hands, and you don't see it." The girl rolled her eyes not needing this right now, she turned to get her book from the tree.

"I'm not playing into anything, on the contrary in a way I'm like a spy making sure the old geezy isn't planning anything that could hurt our families." A small proud smile made its way on daemon's face as he leaned his hand against the tree blocking her, he stared down at her with a look.

"Smart girl. Does this mean your still coming to see me in my chambers later." She sighed shaking her head.

"No, Daemon. I meant what I said I'm done I'm not going to continue this affair with you any longer,"

"Why the fuck not." He asked annoyed.

"Because I don't want to be your silver slut anymore thats why. " He let out a deep sigh hanging his head.

"When will you let that go, I said sorry what else do you want from me." He glared at her.

"Nothing. Not anymore." She moved to walk away but he grabbed her arm pulling her back to him and kissing her, both of his hands held her against the tree as he deepen the kiss. She moved her face away only for him to capture her lips again, she tried so hard but the way he touched her made her mind go numb.

The books fall from her hands as she grabbed his shoulders, he moved towards her neck leaving purple love bites on either side. She moaned lowly feeling daemonn pull up her gown exposing her legs and thighs, he spread them apart with a mischief look as he glance around to make sure no one was looking. He grunted sliding his cock into her the woman hooked her leg around his waist as he fucked her up against the tree, she kissed his cheek as he moan sweetly in her neck she gasped throwing her head back as her hands went to his long hair as his thrust started to become rough and quicken. She whimpered leaning her head forward on his shoulder as he shudder from coming inside her, he press one last kiss against her neck before pulling away.

"Consider this an early wedding gift." He said buttoning his pants up, she leaned off the tree before bending down grabbing her books and fixing the scarf around her neck to hide the love bites.

"Fuck you, Daemon." She says flat as she walk away.

"You already did, cousin." He chuckled lowly watching her stumbled a bit away.

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[rosemoncherie]

business affairs: t.wolff - series

Chapter One: The Night Everything Began.

pairing: Toto Wolff x OC!Natalia Danon.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, age gap (Natalia is 32), talks of divorce, allusions to sexism, fast paced, explicit sexual scene, cunnilingus, slight dirty talk.

w.c: 4.04K

tags: @queenshikongo3 @bluesole16 @christinabae @aisharmi @hoziersfairy @queenzee27 @omgsuperstarg @lewisroscoelove @itsyagirlmeee @joviallljas @serpenttines-library @hrlzy @sugardontbesweet @tallrock35 @tian-monique @f1-hoff @peyiswriting @thewolffswife @mochiminimoni @bekindbecoolbeyou

KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA. 2022.

Natalia was exhausted but ultimately, she was hungry.

Very hungry.

She had rationalised that since she was already downstairs, going into the in-house restaurant was better than tracking all the way up her suite and ordering room service when she could hear the loud growling of her stomach.

Quickly, Natalia was seated and ordered some focaccia with an olive oil dip and a glass of Corton Charlemagne white wine. After a long day of meetings and conferences, a good glass of wine was desperately needed.

It had only been a couple of years since Natalia had been assigned to the position of Chief Financial Officer of Mercedes Benz. The youngest woman to ever be appointed to the role and unfortunately, the first black woman to ever hold that title for a top five company within the vehicle industry.

Natalia had been a finance protege. A master of her craft as some people would describe her and when her parents picked up on her affinity for numbers, they did everything possible to advance her career. And all the better for it as it led her to where was today.

She loved her job and despite all of the hardships and pushback that she had faced, no one and nothing was going to take that away from her.

That however, did not change the fact there were some days where the job had been strenuous on her mind and body. Hours on end speaking to people in seminars, overseeing a few upcoming projects and a lot of walking. The walking was the worst of it all as Natalia had chosen a beautiful pair of high heels typically made for a sitting situation. She had failed to anticipate just how much walking she would have had to partake in today.

Natalia hummed softly as she chewed on the dip soaked bread. After four hours, this was the first piece of nourishment she had after hours of sipping on only water. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings until they landed on a man.

Toto Wolff.

The CEO and team principal of the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS Formula One team. A man who she held a lot of great respect for and he made it known whenever the both of them were in the same vicinity that the feeling was mutual. Toto staying in the same hotel as herself was not uncommon. Mercedes Benz and the Ritz-Carlton were in a long term partnership, hence they were able to stay in the luxurious hotel free of charge anywhere in the world.

A perk of the job.

Their eyes met and his face radiated a genuine smile. Quite the rare sight of the man. Natalia waved for him to come over and soon enough, Toto was being led towards her table. As soon as she stood up to greet him, the sleeves of her jersey slid back down her arms.

“Good to see you again.” Toto greeted her after a quick hug.

Natalia giggled as she sat back down with him pulling a chair close beside her. “We’ve seen each other a lot today.”

“That’s what happens when you work together.”

"Technically I am your boss, you work for me.

Natalia shot back which caused Toto to chuckle.

”You love pointing that out don’t you.” His right eyebrow lifted as he took in her facial features.

“Yes I want to make sure that you never forget it.”

“And I won’t.” His eyes trailed down to her glossed lips and settled there for a moment.

Toto licked his.

The action was subtle but Natalia caught it all. She took a deep breath as she reached for the menus.

”Are you ordering anything to eat or are you just here to keep me company?”

The question caused him to smirk. “Well. I had only come in, to a place an order to be delivered to my suite but now that I’m here I don’t see why I can’t do both. A late dinner in the company of a beautiful woman? You’d be a fool to decline that.”

His words and tone were laced with flirtation and Natalia hated herself for just how much it swayed her. You’d be an idiot to deny how attractive the man was. A tall giant at 6 feet 5 inches, slender yet muscular in all the places that counted. For a mature man like him, Toto kept himself physically agile and well groomed. Almost always clean shaved but his hair always ended up ruffled from the constant wear of headphones and how frequently he ran his fingers through the dark locks.

Outside of appearance, his charisma was extremely charming as intended. Toto knew how to talk to people and he knew how to make people feel comfortable around them. The addition of his accent to his voice, Natalia knew that trying to fight her attraction towards the recently divorced man was futile.

The pair ended up ordering the chef’s special along with the bottle of Corton Charlemagne. As they enjoyed their meal, the conversation was easy going. Natalia spoke for most of the time whilst Toto listened. He was interested in knowing about her life - only interjecting when he felt that his opinion was needed.

When the bottle of wine was finished, Natalia switched to drinking water. Her flight out of Malaysia was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon and she would rather still have control of her senses.

“I can’t believe you’re single though.” The words easily slipped out of her mouth before she could have stopped her harbouring thought. The topic of conversation had been on his previous marriage as it had been a diversion of attention from the status of Natalia’s love life. One could argue why her question was inappropriate to ask but curiosity had gripped her. When the divorce was announced at the tail end of 2021, people had been curious to know the reason. Nobody had thought that the power couple of motorsports would ever part ways.

Toto sighed. “As much as we tried to not let our marriage get in the way of her career, the stigma that she would always just be my wife and that everything she would accomplish would be attributed to our matrimony ultimately became too much to bear. Of course there were other issues that contributed to the divorce but that was a big one. At the end of the day it was the best decision for the both of us. She needed to grow and being with me was a hindrance to that. No matter how much I loved her, her growth as a leader and as a person was far more important to me.”

“Wow.” Nat whispered as she let his words sink in. He spoke with great candour and genuine care. She could still feel the love that Toto had for Susie but there was romantic fondness in his words. Just respect and adoration for his ex-wife.

Toto nervously chuckled as he scratched the top of his left eyebrow. “Yeah, I didn’t think I’d be talking about my ex with you.”

“No, no. That was deeply profound. It’s a shame things came to such an ending but I think the choice that the both of you came to was a good one. If that is any type of comfort.”

“It is.” Toto softly smiled as he played with the stem of his wine glass. “It’s taken some time to get used to that but I’m getting there.”

”That’s good.”

That particular conversation ended there. Things were getting too deep and personal for either of their liking.

“No more talk about past relationships.” Toto said as he reached for the wine selection menu. However, Nat reached forward and placed her hand on his wrist to stop him.

“No more drinking for me. I need to head up to bed. My flight is tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving so soon?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I need to get to London by Friday. INEOS moved their meeting up to then instead of the agreed Wednesday the following week.”

“That could be because Jim is coming to London around that time.”

“I don’t care. It doesn’t change the fact that multiple people, me included, are now having to re-arrange our schedules because Radcliffe is an impatient old man.” Natalia complained as she rolled her eyes. A move that made Toto laugh as he placed the menu down.

“How about I walk you up to your room then?” He volunteered.

Her back straightened up and she lightly cleared her throat. “Yes. Please.”

Ever the gentleman, Toto put the bill of the meal on his room tab instead of Natalia having to share the cost. All the way to her suite, Toto had kept her smiling and giggling and it made her sick just how down her guard was. She couldn’t even blame it on alcohol.

All night, the crush she had for the man beside her had been festering and now it was at a fever’s pitch. Being in his presence for such a long time, alone, had her mind thinking of things that she shouldn’t.

They stood outside of her suite’s door, key card in hand with her back to the frame. At her full height, her forehead was still barely touching his chin. Toto was looking down at her with a soft glimmer of something in his eyes that she couldn’t deny.

”Would you like to come in? I have a full bar if you want to continue drinking. If not, I have something else in mind to offer.” Nat chewed on her bottom lip as she left the suggestion lingering in between them.

”If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were trying to seduce me with that offer.” Toto expected her to claim that she was just joking and to walk away from the suggestion. Proclaim that she had just been joking and that the rising sexual tension in between them up to this point had been a figment of his imagination.

Instead, Natalia stood on her tip toes and tipped her head upwards until her lips were close to his. Just a breath’s reach.

She held his gaze. “What if I am?”

The energy had immediately shifted. Toto did not give her a verbal agreement as the door closed behind the both of them. He turned her around so that her back was touching his chest. Natalia’s moan vibrated in her throat as he moved her hair out of the way of her right shoulder. A sigh left her as his mouth touched her skin. His hands pulled her tucked in jersey out of her skirt until he was able to lay his hands onto her bare skin beneath the knitted fabric.

His hand clutching onto her top, he instructed Natalia to strip out of her skirt. And in quick succession, her clothes were on the floor.

“Fuck.” Toto said as he swallowed his thirst. If it wasn’t for the fact that her panties had been already soaked, the way his eyes roved hungrily over her body would have had her gushing more than she already was.

Natalia enjoyed his reaction to her. His lust was palpable as she unhooked her bra from her chest and let it join her clothes on the floor. She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thongs but before Nat could do anything else, Toto grabbed a hold of her wrists.

“No. Get on the bed.”

As her knees touched the duvet, Toto stood behind her as he dragged his fingers down the length of her spine before both of his hands dug into her ass cheeks, parting them softly. The cool air touched her nether lips which caused her to lightly gasp.

“Oh!” Natalia whimpered as he roughly handled her body. She was now on her back with a shirtless Toto hovering above her. He kissed her with all his might, with all of his pent up desire translating into the way that his lips modded over her. She opened her mouth to the intrusion of his sweet tongue laced with the wine of dinner into her mouth. Natalia dug her nails into his back as the kiss deepened. She wrapped her leg around his waist as she tried to anchor herself as his hardening erection pressed against her lower stomach.

Toto’s hands moved away from her hips until he was cupping the back of her neck, pulling her close until her teeth were sinking into his bottom lip and she was pulling it into her mouth. Natalia gasped into Toto’s mouth as he pressed his lips harder into hers before sucking on her tongue.

She couldn’t stay still as he continued to kiss her like this. Her hips rotated forward, trying to to create some type of friction to ease the ache residing deep in the pit of her stomach.

“Let me taste you.” Toto mumbled against her lips. His voice was as heavy with arousal as his cock that was pressing into her. Not waiting for her answer, she struggled to catch her breath as he pulled her panties down the length of her shapely legs. When the fabric was over his shoulder, her legs instinctively parted and Toto was rewarded by the sight of her drenched cunt.

“I knew you’d be soaked. You kept squirming in your seat at dinner.” His words shocked her a little but she wasn’t rattled at his observation. Toto ran his finger along her slit and without breaking their intenseful gaze, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked his finger clean

”So sweet. Just as I thought you would be.” With her left knee hooked into his arm, he buried his face in between her thighs as he gave her lazy strokes of his tongue against her clit. Natalia gasped as her back arched off the bed as he continued giving her languid strokes of his tongue, which was moving up and down the length of her slit. Toto was eating her pussy with so much intention, it sent shocks of pleasure up her spine.

His movements were meticulously calculated, every time that he did something that garnered a reaction out of her, Toto played on that until Natalia was gasping for air. He licked, pulled and sucked on her pussy until she was clawing at the sheets beneath her trembling body.

”Oh shit!” She gasped as he covered her now sensitive nub with his tongue and softly pushed to fingers inside of her, sliding them in and out of her, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements until he felt Nat’s thighs begin to quake on each side of his head.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Natalia cursed as she felt a familiar pressure mount in her lower abdomen. She tried to jerk away from him but Toto kneaded his free hand into her thigh, trapping her in place as he became more insistent to drink from her. He flicked his fingers against her spot, his tongue danced on her clit.

Then she exploded into his mouth.

Her legs trapped his body in between her thighs as her body twitched with each wave passing through her. Natalia’s head was still in the clouds as she finally relaxed to set him free. His hands trailed back up the length of her body and kneaded her breasts as his kisses followed up until his lips were against hers once more.

His lust clouded his eyes, Drinking from her, bringing her to climax, made him more ravenous. He wanted to devour her. The intention to do so very much made clear as he haphazardly threw his trousers and boxer briefs off. He held her hips as she tried to calm himself enough to let her reach for the strip of condoms that were on the bedside table.

He couldn’t put it on quickly enough as Natalia placed kisses on his chin and her hands on his back.

Toto sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he raised Nat’s leg to his shoulder before he finally made his move and sank into her pussy. Just as the tip breached her entrance, they both lost their breath due to the feeling of being connected.

“Baby.” She exhales as he completes the stroke by thrusting all the way forward and holding himself there.

“I know schatz. I know.” He groaned into her ear.

After fantasising about this very moment, for months on end, Toto concluded that nothing was better than the real thing. Yet somehow his mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. All that he could think about was how soft she was.

She was so soft. So sweet. So warm. So tight, warm and deliciously wet.

She fit him like a glove and he could feel as much as he could through the protective sleeve. Toto moved slightly which caused Nat to let out a cry.

“Please move. Please.” She whimpered into his ear.

He soon found a rhythm of slow , methodic strokes as he folded her body into itself. Her silk press began to revert back to its natural curls, the longer he worked her body into a sweat. Natalia’s lips parted with a sigh as he placed her other leg onto his shoulder and hooked his arms beneath hers and held onto her shoulders.

”Oh my god!” Natalia struggled for breath as his body slammed against the back of her thighs. The sexy sounds of their pleasure reverberated through the room.

”That’s it isn’t it schatz? That’s the spot.” He taunted her as he hammered his tip against your walls. He grinned as he saw the internal struggle to conjure up a response. He didn’t tease her too much though.

Toto himself was failing to contain his restraint from just how tightly Natalia was clutching onto him with each stroke. It was making him lightheaded as she threatened to drown him with just how soaked she was. He felt himself slipping into mindless pleasure as his thrusts became harder and more frantic.

It was only when he felt Nat’s leg beginning to tremble against his shoulders and his stomach began to tighten did Toto slow down. Natalia whined as she shifted her hips up to tempt him.

However, he didn’t fall for it.

Instead, he let her legs fall away from his shoulders but he still made sure that they were wrapped around his waist. His forearms dropped on either side of her head as his chest pressed into hers. Natalia’s hardened nipples tickled his skin as he rolled his hips as deep as she possibly could take him. He coupled his slow, deep thrusts with a circular motion, making sure that he touched every part of her that he could.

He hummed softly as he drew little cries from Natalia. He swallowed her moans and every sound that he could. They were only his - just for the night. For however long she would allow.

Natalia could feel resolve disappear from his frantic kisses and touches. The slapping of his thighs against her skin echoed in the room. The contact pinched at their skin in a bittersweet manner, the harsher the pounding became. But Nat took it all in stride.

His hand around her neck was the last straw.

She exploded around him without warning.

“That’s it baby.” He kissed the underside of her ear.

“Cum all over this dick.”Her teeth sunk into the skin of his shoulder as she let the orgasm ride her body. The repeated contraction of her walls pulled Toto down even further.

“Fuck!” He hissed in Nat’s ear as her cunt tightly squeezed his dick until he filled the condom with his seed.

They stayed in the same position for a moment before he pulled out of her. Nat sighed as she watched him dispose of the condom and pull his underwear back up his legs. His eyes followed him as he entered the bathroom and then came out with a wet cloth.

After grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge, he came back to the bed and cleaned her up in silence. Natalia sighed with a smile on her face, loving the way his hands were handling her so delicately as if he wasn’t roughly gripping her flesh as he fucked into her minutes ago.

”Drink your water.” He mumbled before placing a kiss onto her thigh. Natalia giggled as she reached for the water bottle.

“Yes sir.” She teased as she took a gulp of the refreshing liquid.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” He asked as he began to place kisses on her torso before stopping to take a nipple into his mouth. Natalia gasped as her eyes flattered close to enjoy the feel of his warm mouth sucking on her nipple like she had been sucking on her clit earlier on in the night.

“3pm why?” Nat said, only able to answer when he moved his attention to her other nipple.

”I want to take you again … and again …” He spoke as he began to tower over her body. “And again. Until you’re so spent that I’m all you think about for days to come.”

His lips touched hers again as his body pushed her back into the disheveled sheets …

PRESENT DAY

”I want to take you again … and again … and again. Until you’re so spent that I’m all you think about for days to come.”

Those words were now haunting her as she sat at her desk. Of all the things Toto Wolff had ever said and done to her, these particular words haunted her the most.

Because of just how devastatingly true they were. No man after that had come close to how he had made her feel that night. A couple had come close but it was never the same.

It could never be the same.

When she left Malaysia the following afternoon, it had not occurred to her that it would be the last time that she would see Toto. Both of their respective careers kept them busy. The previous season of Formula One had overwhelmed him. The last year had not been kind to the team. The sport had not been kind to the team and it was beginning to show in the numbers.

All of that had led to this moment. Natalia was in her office with the reports of the team’s previous financial year and the CEO asking her for an incredible favour.

“It’ll only be for a couple of months.” He said.

“Six months is hardly a couple, Chris.” Chris Stevenson chuckled at the statement.

“You’re right but I need someone I can trust to go over there and oversee things.”

“And why couldn’t Tomlinson do it?” Oliver Tomlinson was the current Chief Operating Officer of the company and from the last she heard, Oliver and Toto were friends.

“You’re better with numbers. Two, you did Physics so I’m sure you understand the technical jargon better.”

Natalia frowned at the reasonsing. “I did Physics when I was like eighteen.”

“Doesn’t matter. Plus Wolff only agreed to do this if it was you.”

”Why?”

“I don’t know. A deep respect for you I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You guess?!” She sassed back and placed her hands on her waist.

”You know what I mean! Look, why are you opposing this? Do I need to know something?”

”No!” Natalia knew that she had said that a little too quickly for her liking. “I’m not opposing it for what you think. You’re basically asking me to audit the team just because they had a couple of bad years.”

“Two bad years with no titles, two bad cars, a shift in leadership and a few lost sponsors. All of that translates to a bad investment. And a bad investment means no money and no money means-.’

”Okay! I got the message.” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in surrender.

“Wolff is not happy about this and quite frankly I don’t care. We need to get to the bottom of this before the season begins.”

Natalia was going to be Toto’s boss for six months. She could barely think of him without remembering the way he had ravished her that night. Now she had to work with him everyday for the next half year.

Fuck me. She thought to herself

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[planetmimi]

decode - cl16

context: charles leclerc x black!fem!oc, some smau (cause i love those doooown)

faceclaim: @balialdn on insta

cw: none

summary: after a five-month social media break, artist Ahvi finally comes back to social media. her comeback is in the midst of dating rumors swirling around her and two of her...friends.

Italic = flashback

feedback is appreciated, this is my first one so please be nice

ahvi

liked by charles_leclerc, zendaya and 8.473.875 others

ahvi: my french is getting better, might use it in this project…maybe? (be calm yall)

f1lover: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! welcome back queen (im trying to be as calm, i think i might actually explode from happiness)!!!

username74: oh look the whore is back

username54: awww we all hoped you would never come back

username12: no fr! when her contract ran out i thought that we were finally done with her

username276: YOU DIDNT SAY FOR A WHOLE YEAR MAAM

lewishamilton: new music, maybe?

ahvi: maybe… if you get me paddock passes

lewishamilton: ask your boyfriend...maybe

ahvi: blocked, reported and banned from listening to my music cause OMG?! i just got back too?! like please ntm on me

charles_leclerc: teaching you french has been quite the challenge, i would like some type of credit please

ahvi: if you podium i'll think about it

charles_leclerc: and if i get P1 i want a song written for me and to be in the music video

ahvi: *gasps in étonnement* thats asking for a lot, P1 twice this season and you've got yourself a deal

username67: you should have never come back nobody wants to hear your shitty music

stanningahvi: the fact that it’s been damn near two years without any new music… and a year since we've last seen you👁️👄👁️

lew_max.444: no cause if this is a trick…imma do something heinous

ahvi: is this a threat ? cause it’s kinda feeling like a threat

ahvi4f1: i mean…we can make it one if you want us to 🤷🏾‍♀️

zendaya: as your bestfriend i have to let you know, if you don’t drop this, i will do so for you (i will leak it)❤️

ahvi: sounds like less work for me tbh 🤷🏽‍♀️

zendaya: alright yall secret project dropping next month at 4 pm PST

ahvi: ouuu d*sney dupe 🤭

tomholland2013: please, don’t check your messages mate

zendaya: don’t listen to him. go check your messages babe. go ahead.

ahvi: #CANCELZENDAYA

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ahvi

liked by: lewishamilton, sza and 5.946.087 others

ahvi: why didn't y'all tell me Australia is so hot ?? oh wait.. thats just me sorry y'all

landonorris : FIRST !

ahvi: 15th actually

landonorris : ......... you think you're so funny huh

ahvisdrafts: i mean she is actually a full time stand up comedian, part time singer-songwriter.

ahvi: you get it

username2: so, you and whats his face broke up and now you're going between F1 drivers?

f1grids: wow, never expected an A lister to become a grid groupie

girly2pop: are you ready to write a song for that man?

ahvi: stooop. shhhhhh. if no one mentions it EVER AGAIN i won’t have to do it

normani: tea is she's actually written like six of em already

georgerussell63: why is it always me?!

username29: girl we've heard the rumors about you getting around miss paddock princess

username : never would i have expected ahvi to become as close as she is with the f1 grid…like i didn't even know she knew what f1 was

username9: shes sleeping her way through it lol

username: girl you need to back up off charles

username6: no for real...going to australia three weeks before race week? way to scream desperate

Over the last year Ahvi has become somewhat of a hermit, between rumors swirling of a potential relationship between her and Charles, and her break up with her ex-friend becoming known to the public. All of this buzz around her name has generated a lot of hate, whether it be from her ex-friend's fans, Charles fans or her own haters. For the last year Ahvi has just been the internet's punching bag, despite not being active on the internet.

In the year she took away from social media a lot happened, a lot changed. Before she started her break, she was just off a stadium world tour, about to drop her first proper album. She felt on top of the world, until one day, with only three months left in her tour. Just before her second day at Wembly Stadium, when she fainted during soundcheck and was sent to the hospital.

- a year ago -

Her heartbeats so loud she almost can't hear what the nurse in front of her is saying. The nurse smiles lightly "I know this is probably very shocking, so I will give you some time, but your options are a bit limited with how far along you are." Ahvi nods, trying to process the words that were said to her, "I just- I'm sorry, I know I've made you say it to me a hundred times over but just...one more time and can I see the results."

"Don't worry, this is a common response in this situation," the nurse says as she hands over the blood test results. Ahvi looks at the blood test results, there it is, in black and white, "your HCG levels are higher than normal," the nurse points to her HCG results. Aleyah's eyes follow the nurse's finger, "Your results put you at being 17 weeks pregnant." There's that word again, pregnant, the one part of this she can't wrap her head around. As the nurse was talking to her an ultrasound tech brought in an ultrasound machine.

Ahvi tries her best to truly listen and absorb what the nurses are telling her as she lifts her shirt up to start the ultrasound. When the ultrasound tech brings the wand to where the gel was put a fast heartbeat fills the room and tears swell in the young singers eyes.

The 22-year-old looks at the ultrasound screen, a small incredulous whisper tumbles from her lips, "what the fuck."

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[boujiestpoet]

Oh...that's not

Summary: Lando starts dropping cryptic love messages in his instagram, getting fans excited until they discover who he is talking about, and he HARD luanches his new (not really new tho) girl.

Face Claim: THE ONE AND ONLY RYAN DESTINY

tw: racism (miscroagressions, taking inspiration by some types of fans when their white boy of the months starts dating a girl with a little bit of melanin)

THIS IS A REMINDER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION I DON'T KNOW NONE OF THESE PEOPLE, AND THIS WORK DO NOT REPRESENT WHO THEY ARE

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landonorris: Feeling butterflies in my stomach

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username1: OMG

username25: Lando who wrote this

oscarpiastri Did you wrote that yourself mate?

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username809: He came to post something cute and got roasted instead

Amara_thepoet

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Ayoedibiri: wow and I thought you were a raging homosexual

↳ Amara_thepoet: Point of correction I'm a raging pansexual, get it right

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amaran1fan: So you are receiving pasta and lobsta

↳ Amara_thepoet: More like Sunday Roast and Shepard's Pie

username31: oh she's dating a British guy

sam💖: Wait....does that mean that that's her first boyfriend, she always said she was never in a relationship🤔

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F1: Lando got spotted in London underground with an unknown face, holding hands, who is she? Are they in a relationship

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msnorris120: Not our boy Lando

username67: She is familiar.....OH MY GOD @charlesleclercboo IS THAT

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f1stan: OH my god Lando is dating a Sista?

username200: They look like bestie

↳ mrsnorris: Yes they look like platonic soulmates

↳ IUismywife: Be fucking forreal I never saw platonic soulmates staring at each other lips

username12: She is pretty, but is not who I imagined Lando to date

↳ f1stan: who were you expecting Lando to date?

↳ charlelerclecboo: you know damn well they will not answer

Username2024: Not people showing their true colors over a damn dating rumor😮‍💨

Hello so this is my first post in this account, please tell if there are grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language. I'm always eager to learn.

Taglist: @dutifullyannoyingfox

#f1 x black!reader #black!oc #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x black!reader #black!reader #black oc #smau #f1 smau

[star-scribbles]

she's abt to rob her town's bank (i got lazy with the background 😭)

#my art #original character #oc #black artists on tumblr #digital art #artists on tumblr #my artwork #original art #illustration #character illustration #black character #black original character #black oc #cowgirl #cow girl #cowboy #cow girl oc

[luminiamore]

ᴜᴋɪʏᴏ

𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

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ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇɪᴀɴ ᴇʀᴀ..

“Sister, there is another curse the locals are screaming about. He’s been burning a few villages, and the casualties have been so horrifying, it’s starting to alert the Gojō Clan.” A soft and blunt tone slightly echoed throughout an empty castle. Ryojin stood, arms folded and eyes shut, mirroring the cursed spirit seated on the throne beside him.

“Is that so?” The reply was a whisper, a hint of disinterest lingering. She couldn’t fathom a reason to care; the sorcerers are always quick to exorcise a threat. The woman, the curse, opened one of her closed eyes to gaze at her brother. 

He hums in response, “He seems to be making a name for himself. I would like to meet him.” His proposal caused Akuryo to tilt her head a bit. For what?

She sighed and waved him off, “For what, Ryo? Those puny sorcerers will get rid of him by the end of the today.” 

“That’s the thing, sister, they’re scared of him! He’s killed every last one that’s tried to exorcise him!” Both of his eyes widened as a bright, deranged smile began forming on his face. He laughed maniacally; he was excited. And it just hit Akuryo that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him this happy. Now, her interest is piqued.

He goes on, “I’d like to fight him. Do you think he’s stronger than me?” His tone was smug as if he already knew the answer.

She stays silent for a moment, stronger than him? Akuryo’s cursed energy was insurmountable, and to be entirely fair, she was so humble about it. The spirit was callous, responsible for the death of a quarter of the world’s population. She went global- outside of Japan entirely. 

She was a force to be reckoned with, and she couldn’t be stopped. She refused. And her brother, Ryojin, became a curse user all too quickly. 

The many sorcerers, from the Kamo Clan, the Zenin, the Inumaki, Fujiwara- hell, she even managed to get the Gojō clan to realize she was a severe threat to their survival; it was almost pitiful how they all failed to exorcise her. 

It was as if they weren’t the strongest sorcerers of their time. They couldn’t touch her, and she barely had to use her cursed techniques. Akuryo kept this in mind as she contemplated Ryo’s question. While he belonged to no clan, his cursed energy was almost on the same level as hers. Almost. 

She had half a mind to kill him for it, but she refused to lose the only person who cared about her; that human part of her had never left. 

“No,” She replied earnestly and huffed out a breath before she began again, “However, I’d like to find out. Shall we?” 

Ryo tried. He did, but he noticed he managed to get Akuryo interested. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t suppress the chilling laughter that erupted as soon as his sister spoke. The sound echoed through the vacant castle, startling nearby crows. A real challenge, he prayed to himself it would be. And a real challenge it will be.

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They strolled, following the sound of screams that grew louder the closer they got. She began to sense his potent, overwhelming energy, and for the first time in decades, a faint smile adorned her beautiful ebony features. She wasn’t one to hand out praise so quickly, but even she couldn’t deny how formidable his entire aura was.

She could tell he wasn’t stronger than her. He had the potential to surpass her power if one day she happened to die; she could also make out that much. The thought of it made her shiver in anticipation. Who is this curse? Who was the spirit that could invoke such a reaction from her, of all beings? She wanted to know desperately. 

There was a hint of something else underlying his intense energy, making her heart beat faster. If she was confused, she made no show of it. She didn’t know what this feeling was, and if there was one thing she hated, it was not knowing.

 She spotted a nearby castle, its presence evoking a sense of petrifying dread. She stopped abruptly, her brother following suit once he realized why. Someone else is here.

Out of nowhere, a freezing mist makes its way toward the both of them. Akuryo blocks it with her hand before it has the chance to reach her vicinity, the ice that formed shortly after shattering completely. Oh?

“Show yourself, curse user,” Ryo spoke for his sister, his tone utterly tranquil with a subtle pinch of annoyance. He didn’t appreciate attacks from afar.

There was no response, only the same attack coming quickly than the one before. This time, it was Ryo who blocked it effortlessly. He steps forward, closing his eyes when he stops. He breathes in, taking in the scent of the destroyed village. The minute his eyes open, medium-sized balls of hot melting lava and fireballs from his relaxed hand race in every direction, setting large fires on everything they touch.

“You hit someone,” Akuryo whispered to her brother. Her ears tingled as they quickly picked up on footsteps hurriedly rushing away from them. 

Ryo clutched his sister’s hand, and with a swift step, they were directly in front of the castle. The gate loomed large, crafted from pure bone and metal—human bones, to be precise. Akuryo found herself internally commending his design style; the bones’ patterns were intricate and captivating. 

She was in awe, but she didn’t know she was. She was familiar only with feelings of rage and indifference, requiring significant effort to provoke even the slightest hint of upset from her. She was evermore eager to meet this curse.

With a mere wave of her hand, the gate fractures into pieces, the sheer force of the action causing the wind to whip her hair back. 

A path of dried blood and scattered bones led to the castle door. As Akuryo approached the towering entrance, a deep, authoritative voice called out before she could make contact,

“I will kill you,” His voice, she thought. It’s so.. sinister, arrogant, mildly flirtatious? It demanded attention, and it definitely had hers. Her cheeks would’ve been red had her skin been light enough. What the hell is happening to her? 

“Do you promise?” She replies, her tone low and light, but even he could tell she was amused rather than scared. Sukuna had never faced a challenge, never encountered a curse that aroused anticipation within him. Sensing her energy before Uraume rushed at him with the upper side of their arm severely burned, he found himself undeniably intrigued—deeply so...

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a/n: let’s assume uraume wasn’t that good in reversed cursed technique in this era so she couldn’t heal herself that fast :)

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[crowlipso]

Thinking about Natty braiding my mc's hair and I was like AAAAAAAA

#poor sebby #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #hphl mc #hphl #hphl oc #agatha crowley #hogwarts legacy oc #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #natsai onai #slytherin #gyffindor #black oc #hogwarts #hogwarts oc #my art

[lostbluejayart]

✨Nocturnal Beasts would huddle around her

the way they would gather together

to bask in the presence of the full moon. . .✨

#illustration #wolves #furry #artist on tumblr #animals #wolf #black oc #black artist #black girl magic #artists on tumblr #melanin #soft core #butterfly #my art #art #wolf & i #wolf furry #anthro #drawing #digital #artwork

[madameaug]

3D || JJK x Black OC

Pairing: Celebrity Jungkook x Non-Celebrity Jennette

Feature: Jack Harlow

WC: 900 ish

Context: Things are going smoothly on the second day of filming for Jungkook's solo '3D' with Kentucky rapper Jack Harlow. But tempers rise when Jack takes a flirtatious approach to Jungkook's girl.

Jungkook naturally had a positive attitude. He got a full nights rest and he had a tasty American breakfast. He was on set for the second and final day of filming for his single '3D'. It would be his second solo song with the new direction and image he was launching.

Seven was just a tiny drop in the pond for the full extent he wanted. He was tired of the 'baby' and 'maknae' cape he wore for the many years he was a part of BTS. Of course, he couldn't deny the fact that he was the youngest member of the group, but he was twenty-six. He was a grown man and he was entitled to his sexuality. He wanted to express how raunchy and nasty he could be is. I mean he was in a long term relationship with his girlfriend, fans couldnt' have thought that he was just holding hands with her. They would be delusional.

Currently, Jungkook was sitting in his trailer rubbing the soft fabric of the neon pink romper Jennette was wearing. She laid down on her stomach, scrolling through her phone. Her legs were across his lap, giving unrestricted access to her plump behind. What she it lacked in size, it overcompensated in weight. Any time she walked there was a jiggle that caught Jungkook's attention.

"Bug look at this." Jennette turned showing Jungkook a video of Jack Harlow's story. "He's here." The Kentucky rapper had tagged the singer in a Instagram story showing that he had arrived on set. The diamond crusted shape of Kentucky reflecting off the sunlight.

A sequential knock on the trailer could be heard. A slight groan Jennette moved off of Jungkook allowing him to stand up fully. Opening the door Jack Harlow had a big smile on his face. He dapped Jungkook.

"What's poppin."

Jungkook returned the same enthusiasm. Using the English that he knew. He was now at a conversational level thanks to Jennette and could better articulate himself. Jennette just look at the two men conversing with each other. Unaware at the secret glances to she was receiving from Jack.

Jack immediately noticed the feminine fragrance in the trailer. The scent couldn't belong to no one other than the beauty sitting on Jungkook's leather couch. Her legs were crossed over one another, and he could see the pure white color she sported on her toes. Two gold hoop piercings hanging on each nostril, elevated her look. Baby hairs were laid, with lips dewey and glossy. Her hair was shaped like a cloud, and not in its usual protective style.

Jungkook wasn't an idiot and watched the glances Jack made behind him. He was probably just curious about who Jennette was. Thinking nothing of it, Jungkook formally introduced the pair.

"Jeanie come meet Jack. Jack this is 'Jennette', Jeanie this is Jack."

Jennette smiled with simple wave.

"Had I known there were going to be gorgeous models like her I would have gotten here earlier so I could get to know her." Jack lifted Jennette's hand bringing it to his lips.

"Oh that's not necessary." Jennette dryly laughed, pulling her hand away. Once it was behind her back, she discreetly wiped any trace of his lips on her back.

"Jeanie was it?"

"ACTUALLY it's Jennette." Jungkook stepped in the middle of the two.

Thinking fast, Jennette bawled up her face appearing to sneeze. She turned behind her before letting out the fake sneeze.

"My allergies must be acting up. Let me go blow my nose." Jennette excused herself, before leaving the trailer. Before closing the door behind her. In another moment of disrespect Jack turned his head to watch Jennette leave the trailer. He bit his lip, before tucking his hands in his pocket. He rocked on his toes, before whispering a 'damn' to himself.

Jungkook found himself outside of his body. He saw himself wrapping his hands around Jack's neck. Shaking common sense into his thick skull. How dare he make a clear pass at his girlfriend, in front of his presence. His eye twitched at the lingering thought.

It took alot for Jungkook to get out of character. Having fame at such a young age taught him how to grow thick skin and how to let some things roll of his back. He was good at picking which battles were worth fighting over. And his relationship with Jennette was always one worth fighting for.

Jennette was one of the best things to ever happen to him. He trusted her and developed a deep love for her. One day when he will be courageous enough to get down on one knee and ask her to spend the rest of her life with him. He could see the day happening any time soon. A future with Jennette was his endgame.

And collaboration be damned, Jungkook wasn't going to let Jack get away with that.

"Don't disrespect me or my girl like that." Jungkook's tone was sharp and cold. His eyes narrowing in on Jack's face. He was watching every thought cross his mind. His eyebrows furrowed, at the drastic demeanor change.

"Your girl? I was just being polite-"

"Polite? Yeah right, you were clearly flirting with her in front of me."

"I didn't know she was your girl, my bad bro."

"Damn right. Don't try that again."

Jack noted putting both of his hands up backing away slowly. Sheesh

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[freyanistics]

More of them 🤎🖤

I love seeing them out of their suits in regular outfits doing domestic things

Art by Bao

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[allkordelia]

Do You Love Me

You were on the bed in daemon's chamber waiting for him when you felt a flutter in your belly, your hand moved over rubbing it feeling a bit out of it that this was happening. 

You laid flat on the bed looking up at the ceiling, when daemon wanted you to come with him to king's landing from driftmark you thought it be an fun adventure being in a new place, staying at the red keep, getting treated like royalty, and having daemon's undivided attention.

It was one of those dreams you always wish will happen when you were a child, but in yours you never imagine the rogue prince take a liking to you of all people. You sigh thinking about how you got to this state of living with the targaryen prince, it wasn't a good memory to go back on but it did seal your fate with your lover in the end that made it worth it.

~

You were on the couch in dragonstone when your mind went to the past couple of months of you being with daemon, you hummed to yourself at the fun you had between the sheets and out of them you never wanted it to end. But, that feeling was shortly lived after weeks of staying in the red keep. He started confining you to his chambers while he was away doing his "duties", and when he finally got bored of his duties he took you away to dragonstone where he stayed with you for a month or two before leaving you there to your own devices.

He didn't even tell you that he was leaving until you found out when you saw him riding on caraxes from the balcony of his chambers, and when he finally came back he brought another woman with him with tan skin and dark hair. You remember waiting for him to come back to his chambers so you could demand to go back home for leaving you here all alone, it was nearing midnight when he walked through the door the first thing you grabbed was a book you brought from his huge library.

Before you got the chance to throw it he had you on the bed naked and fucked out of your mind to point that you forgot what he did to make you angry, after that night he didn't come back not until the next day and then he didn't come back the following day but he did the day after that so it took the seventeenth night since he got back for you to realized that he was jumping between you and the other woman. It was, mysaria, the name you come to found out as the other woman night today when you were waiting in front of the fireplace for your tea.

You twist and untwist the white curly streak that you got from your father around your finger as you stared into the fire, the knock on the door made you shoot up from your seat and hurry to crack open the door.

"Did anyone see you?"  The older maester shook his head.

"Good." You opened the door wider seeing the white teacup on a small plate in his hand.

"You should give it a couple of minutes or more to cool down before drinking, m'lady." You nodded taking it from his hand looking down at the light amber liquid.

"Mind you, m'lady. Beware that this tea has very dangerous effects." You looked at the older gentleman frowning a bit.

"I'll take that in consideration, thank you have good night maester." The old man bowed walking away before you closed the door you looked up snd down the hall to make sure their weren't anyone spying on you.

You walked back over to the couch you blew on the steaming cup, the smell of honey and mint engulf your senses before setting it down on the table, you moved your hair from your face and behind your ear before grabbing the book next to you to past the time as you wait for the tea to cool down. As you were reading you heard the door to your chamber's open making you stand up and turn to see daemon, you moved to the side blocking the tea from his vision.

"Daemon." You said flatly.

"Issa jorrāelagon."  He smiled moving his eyes all over you.

"Shouldn't you be with your other mistress night." He came to stand in front of you as his hands moved gently up and down your arms.

"I took her back to king's landing."

"Really? Does this mean you taking me back to diftmark." You asked trying not to sound too hopeful, daemon wasn't looking at you as he caress your collarbone.

"You want to leave me?"

"Of course not, but rather than leaving me here all alone you can take me back home...and come get me again once your finish with your duties." He laughed in your face as you said the most peculiar thing.

"So, you can start opening your legs for the sailors and knights...?" He said finally looking at her.

"I don't think so." He pecked you lips before trailing his kisses down your neck.

"I'm just saying–" he cut you off muttering into your neck.

"That's your problem. Your talking when you should be getting on your knees and pleasuring your prince." He hands were grabbing your backside as he leaves love bites on your neck, he tries to back you to the couch but you stumbled knocking against the table making the tea and small plate make a clanking sound.

"A bit late for tea, isn't it." He asked after catching you before you fell, you looked to see he was looking down at it with curiosity.

"Just something to help me sleep...you know how I am when I'm in a new place," you said you could tell he wanted to inspect the light amber liquid making you slide you hands from his arms to his abdomen to his get to his belt making you unbuckling them to draw his attention back to you.

" You should undress you smell."  He turned his head back to you before letting out a pleased hum when your hand rubbed his cock through his pants.

"I thought you like my scent." He says taking off his leather jerkin tossing it to the side, only in his white tunic showing off his chest before he leaned his head against her own.

"Oh, I do...just not when it's mixed with another woman perfume." You backed up away from him before flopping on the couch.

"Is that a hint of jealousy, my love?" He asked staring down at you making you snort.

"please..." you muttered leaning your head back on the rolled arm of the couch, "...I have nothing to feel for such things as envy over who you fuck."

"So, you wouldn't care if i bring another woman back here?" You turned your head looking at him.

"No, it's your castle...you are the prince and future heir. I am your whore you do not belong to me so you can do as you wish. My only purpose here is to please and make you happy." You shrugged slightly  as you watch him walk closer to you before kneeling down by your side.

"So, if I tell you stay here with me forever, will you?" He asked his fingertips grazed your expose legs and thighs.

"Yes." You answered feeling a bit of ill in the pit of your stomach, in the amount of time of being with daemon. His slowly started to becomeproprietorial over you to the point that you felt  suffocated and it makes you mad that you couldn't  really do much about it.

You couldn't tell him no because of his temper you know that daemon wouldn't put a hand on you, but there are other ways to hurt a woman without using violence.

"I'm pleased to hear that especially since..." he said softly trailing his kisses from side of your thigh up to your waist, "...I want to see your belly swell with my sons and daughters." He chuckled before peaking the top of your stomach causing you to tense up and sit up making him sit on his knees. You looked at him stunned at his words, he tilt his head to the side with a small grin making you scoff.

"Don't jest about something like that." You exhaled heavily.

"What? You do not wish to have childern, I mean I get it children can be such irritating creatures." His hands running up and down your calf and thigh while looking at you, you glanced at him before looking away into the fireplace.

"I do want childern...I just don't want them–right now." You said looking down at your hand playing with your ring.

"You mean you don't want them from me." You snapped you head him as he wore a serene look.

"I didn't say that–"

"No, but you were thinking it and it's okay." He said rubbing your knee making you bite the inside of your bottom lip as you felt relieved.

"The gods will decide when it's time for us to have childern, and until then we will have to keep trying." He gave you a placid smile before kissing your knee, making you let out a nervous giggle feeling that same dread creep up in your stomach again.

"...yea." you leaned forward grabbing the tea before you were stopped by daemon's hand wrapping around your wrist, a bit of fear shoot through as you looked at daemon as he took the cup of your hand.

He smelled it before he gave you a soft scowl getting up, "Daemon–"  you started.

"Are you pregnant?" You looked at him for a minute.

"I don't know...I been throwing up all day." He look down at you with a narrow eyes before glancing down at him.

"Your lying again." You shook your head opening your mouth, " ...you know why I know your lying, because the maester told me you been visiting him for the past six days straight since I been back." You looked up at him with a wary look as you swallow thickly.

"Daemon–"

"Do you want to drink it?" He asked calmly.

"I-I don't–I–"

"It's a simple question, do you want it?" He said again looking down at you, you hesitated looking st him before glancing at the cup.

"Yeah, I want it." You whispered bracing yourself for his wrath.

"Ok." He held the cup in front of you waiting for you to grab it, you look at him curiously as you looked between him and the cup.

"Take it." He urge straighten his arm a bit towards you, you exhale feeling s bit shaky as you  pulled your hand up to grab it only for it to be thrown at the fireplace. The cup hits the stone causing it to shattered and the liquid to stain the carpet, you looked at daemon as if he lost his mind as he gave you a curious look back.

"What the in seven hells, daemon? Are you mad." You stood up looking at him.

"I could be asking you the same thing, did you really thing I was going to let you kill our unborn son."  He took a step forward only for you take a step back.

"Daemon, please. We can not have this child." You pleaded backing up as he walk towards you.

"We can and we will..."  You stopped s good distance away from him as we stood behind the couch.

"I'm not having this baby."

"...you make it sound like you have a say, I am your prince you do as I say–"

"No!" You snapped.

"I will not raised your bastard, daemon. I will not give him the life that was burden upon me by my own lord father." You hissed, you told him this long ago about your father, you  never mentioned a name but he knew and you told him of your life  in the brothel with your mother and he told me about his own childhood.

"I'll marry you–"

"Please. How long will that..hmmm? Your just going to get bored and leave to found something better and when you do so will I."  He looked stern at you taking a step closer but you stood your ground.

"Your not taking my son and if i have to I will lock you away in the highest tower I can found and have you remain there until our child is born."

"And then what? You gonna parade him around the royal court, they will not accept him as their own when they found out that his mother's a bastard whore."

"You can't be a whore if you only had one customer...which was me." He  nonchalantly.

"Not the point I still worked in a pleasure house–"  you dismissed his comment.

"As a cupbearer."  He rolled his eyes closing the distance between you both as his hands went to your arm.

"I understand your concern but I want to have this child with you, I want to be with you." You shook your head in pain.

"For how long? I can't be stuck in this castle all alone with no help and have my child questioned if his father loves him or not."

"I will never leave your side or our child, I would rather burn than to be absent father," his hand grasped your face before leaning his head against your own, "I'll never abandon you or our baby I promise." You covered his hand with yours before nodding.

~

The door opened making you turn your head to see daemon, he was gone all night with his golden cloaks killing and maiming criminals. He eyes wondered around the room quickly before landing on you he smiled coming over to you, you moved away from to the other side of the bed as he tried to kiss you.

"Uh-uh stop right there." You put up a finger stopping him in his tracks as he went to climb on the bed.

"Your not getting in our bed smelling like a dead rat." He rolled his eyes backing up and moving his side of the bed and kneeling by side you.

"Can I atleast get a little peck?" He asked.

"No." You deadpan, "maybe if you change and take a bath, I considered it." You smiled mockingly.

"I can't have to attend the small council, my brother wishes to see me." He rolled his eyes leaning his head on the bed.

"Yeah, after the screams of your victims echo through the wee hours of the night, I'm not surpised." He hummed before getting up.

"Let's get this over with." He sighed.

"You have fun." He looked down at you with a look.

"No, your coming with I want you there when I announced our marriage to my brother." You gave a strain look a bit nervous, it been five months and daemon kept his word as he stayed by your side through the pregnancy. You be lying if you said that you weren't nervous anything can happen, and you mean anything as sweet as viserys is he is a bit dense and likes to listen to his hand rather than his own.

Nobody knew that you were with child when we arrived daemon made sure you went straight to his chambers unnotice, he wanted to tell his brother face to face rather than have gossip spread through the castle and spoil his plan. You had a cloak on hiding your body as you walked with daemon holding your hand, you walked in the room to found just three members of the council already here.

"Prince Daemon." They all stood up and bowed to him, no one looked your way as they took their seats. You wanted to stand near the window that overlooked king's landing, but before you could move Daemon pulled you to sit next to him making your nerves multiple with each step. Your free hand moved to your stomach when the doors opened reavling the king and his hand, you were such a nervous wreck that you couldn't even get up and so respect so you just looked down at your lap instead waiting for this to be over.

You were surpised that otto didn't say anything to your presents neither did the king, so the meeting begin and they discussed what happened last night. It seemed like time moved slow as they talked, you glanced at daemon who wore a bored looked as he listened to lord strong talk no wonder he hated coming to these meetings they were so fucking dull. You kept yourself from yawning for the fifth time already, how can anyone stand to listen to otto talk when all he been doing is countering everyones response while the king sat there like a statue.

"Now, that we got that resolved. Daemon. What did you wish to announce." Viserys asked looking over at his brother.

"That I have found a wife and she's expecting." He smiled widely looking at you before looking back at his brother, viserys along with the rest of the men looked stunned.

"O-oh, daemon. That's good news." He looked over at Otto a bit lost for words, before looking back at daemon.

"We will be getting married in the beginning of spring." You looked over at Otto who leaned forward with his hands in front of him.

"And may I asked, m'lady. What house are you from?" You swallow as everyone eyes were on you.

"She's doesn't belong to a house–"

"So, she's a commoner. What do your father do?" He asked.

"I never knew my father, my lord." You answered, "...what about your mother?" The king asked making you looked at him hesitated to answer.

"She was–She worked in a brothel back at diftmark, my king."

"Not only a commer, but a bastard one at that." Otto sighs glancing at the king who wore a small frown, daemon looked at Otto with a void look before turning his attention back to his brother.

"I wish to marry her and I want you there to witness it," the king looked conflicted before he can open his mouth otto spoke up.

"We have already arranged a marriage in The Vale with House Royce to lady rhea royce of runestone." Daemon scoffed.

"The Vale? In the Vale, men are said to fuck sheep instead of women. I can assure you, the sheep are prettier." He said snarky glaring at Otto, you bite your lip holding in snicker.

"She is a good and honorable woman from a great house, while your..." Otto looked at you with disfavor causing daemon put his hand over his sword handle, "...paramour comes from no house has no titles, and fundamentally is a bastard and daughter of a whore. She and her unborn child will bring nothing but shame upon this house." You link your hand with daemon's hand from under the table feeling the rage radiating off him.

"Your words hold nothing to me, she is the woman I wish to marry." Otto rolled his eyes.

"Your grace–" Otto looked to king viserys but daemon cut him off.

"I could have stayed in dragonstone..." he said catching viserys attention, "I could have gotten married without your knowing I could have let you found out through gossip and hearsay but I didn't." Daemon confessed.

"I came to you face to face instead, out of my love for my family and for her. So, I ask you brother for your blessing to marry the woman I love." The men and you were taken back by daemon's words, no one ever heard daemon beg he wasn't weak like that but it seems for you he make a exception.

"You have my blessing."

"Your grace–" Otto said shocked.

"No, I made my decision." The king got up making everyone follow suit, he walked over to you grabbing your hand.

"Welcome to the family." He smiled making you shake his hand thanking him, he left with a brooding otto following after him leaving only you and daemon alone.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Like I'm about to be sick." You giggle nervously turning to him, " I can't belive he said yes." Your turned your head to the door where everyone left.

"My brother have a soft heart, one of his biggest weaknesses but also one of his redeeming qualities." His hand rested on your cheek making you to him giving him a teasing smile.

"So, you love me?" He looked down at you before shrugging with a thoughtful look.

"Maybe. Do you love me?" He asked, you made a looking as if you were thinking.

"Hmmm, I'm getting there." You smiled making him lean down and kiss you, but like before you dodge it having him kiss your cheek.

"Come on. You are I need of a bath." He hummed walking behind you with his arms around your waist.

"Will you join me?" He whispered near your ear making nudge him with your elbow slighly making him chuckle.

"I'll think about it." He hmmed again kissing your neck as you giggled echoed through the halls.

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