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mickyschumacher · 11 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: charles leclerc, at the end of the day, is a simple man. so of course, when you show up to the annual f1 dinner dressed like a goddess, it becomes impossibly hard for charles to keep his hands to himself.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), established bf/gf relation, reader has a vagina, semi-public fingering, breeding kink (?), cum fetish, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks!), edging, orgasm denial

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x gf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2k+

𝐀/𝐍: first post ahhhh... this was proof read but i wouldn't put it past me to have a few errors. hope you like it! ♡︎

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"Merde (shit)," Charles swore under his breath as he caught you finishing up.

You raised a brow at him through the mirror of your bedroom. Putting on your earrings, you asked, "What's wrong, Charles?"

You watched through the mirror as Charles walked up behind you. He gave a small smile to you, resting his shin on your bare shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You returned a warm smile, leaning into him and resting your hands over his.

He pinched the silk fabric in his hands. "Can I convince you to change dresses?"

A small frown made its way onto your face while you mended your brows together. "Why? You don't like it?" You queried while eyeing yourself in the mirror. You thought you looked quite good.

It was a silk dress in pure white. It had its spaghetti straps that connected to the bunch of white silk hanging around your chest as the rest of the silk clung to you body, fitting each on of your curves snuggly. On the right side of your body, the dress had a slit for your leg to peak through. On the back, the spaghetti straps cross over each other as the fabric hung loose around your lower back.

You had paired it with a necklace Charles had got you for your anniversary: a thin gold chain with a small gold plated heart-shaped ruby. Your hair was also down and styled with a few soft curls that complimented your face.

Altogether, it was simple yet beautiful.

Your eyes snapped to your boyfriend who released a soft chuckle. Charles' eyes twinkled in the light. "Quite the opposite. I love it too much," he whispered into your ear as he rubbed the side of the your hip.

Your felt your breath slow incredibly fast, feeling his lips trail up your neck with small kisses. "Charles," you softly warned. You weren't necessarily complaining. You and Charles often had your hands on each other to the point where one might even say it was sickening. You didn't even have a bra on under the dress. But you both had somewhere to be.

Charles let out a small hum, meeting your eyes in the mirror. He bought his hand out, tracing your lips with his thumb. "Yes, mon amour (my love)?" He asked with feigned innocence.

Your eyes narrowed. "You can't start now. We're going to be late if you keep this up."

Charles pursed his lips, pouting as he turned you around to face him. He pushed your hair behind your ears. "Who cares? We can have dinner here. Just you and me. Doesn't that sound nice, amour (love)? I even know what I want for dessert."

You felt him pull you closer into him, his lips hovering over yours as his hand trailed up and down your leg.

You felt a grin play onto your face. You leaned closer, feeling impossibly close to him. "Oh Charles," You trailed you finger over his lip, in which he clearly invited the gesture as he bought your finger into his mouth. "In your dreams," you deadpanned, abruptly taking your finger out of his mouth and placing a kiss on his cheek.

You let out a sigh, pushing aside your own arousal. "Now come on. We need to leave."

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Charles was not a happy man, to say the least. You had practically blueballed him and despite being thirty minutes into dinner, plus the twenty minute drive to the restaurant, all he could think of is you.

You were sat next to him, conversing with Lily, Alex's girlfriend, about her job as a professional golfer. A job that required a lot more training and thought than you had previously thought. Honestly, you were having a such great time that you hadn't realised you were even neglecting your on-the-edge boyfriend until you felt a hand on your right leg.

"Charles, you good?" You asked.

Charles wanted to laugh because you had asked in so much earnest. Like you had genuinely forgot. Of course, he wasn't one to let you forget.

You felt him tug your chair both closer to the table, so the laced table drapes covered you, and to him. His hand moved from your leg to receive the the warmth of your inner upper thigh.

You looked at him almost dumbfounded. "Charles, amour, no," you said through gritted teeth as you gave him a fake smile. It's not that you didn't want to, but how were you supposed to act normal for the whole dinner? Especially when you and Charles both knew what his fingers did to you.

Charles only sported a grin on his face. His fingers continued to creep up your thigh, nearing your white laced underwear, which you had worn for the sole purpose of matching your dress, of course.

Your breathed hitched as you felt his fingers skim over your underwear. Your skin, he could tell, was beginning to burn with heat as it glistened with small traces of sweat. Whether it was out of embarrassment or arousal, hell, or both, Charles didn't care. Whatever was going on, he enjoyed it.

His fingers slid under your panties and found themselves in the heats of your soft lips of your pussy. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You were soaked down there. His two fingers already felt drenched. Charles knew that this hadn't just appeared out of nowhere. "Ma belle (my beautiful), be honest with me. You've been wet since you teased me in your bedroom, right? All of this... for me..."

If the slight quiver of your walls near his fingers didn't give you the answer, you sure did with a curt nod. How were you supposed to feel nothing for this blue-eyed, dimpled man who looked good in everything, but especially a suit?

Charles smiled. "That's what I thought. Thank you for being so honest, ma belle. I think that deserves an award," he whispered.

You felt yourself still at his voice as his fingers trailed over your clit a few times before he pushed them into your pussy. You pressed your lips together, suppressing the moan that so desperately wanted to escape your throat.

Charles couldn't help but grin further, darting his eyes from the conversation he was partially in with Carlos and Lando and to the glorious sight underneath the table. He couldn't entirely see your pussy but god could he imagine. You enveloping his fingers entirely as he thrusted back and forth. The trickles of your body running down his fingers.

He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his champagne as he adjusted himself. He was growing hard as every second passed. As much as he loved teasing you and fingering you... he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to watch as his cock entered you... the ring of white you made around him... your hips bucking for more... fuck.

You clenched around his fingers, feeling a pit at your stomach grow. You let out the shakiest and quietest sigh known to Earth. There was no way Charles was about to let cum with some of your closest friends around you... surely...

The answer to that qualm was a 'no' as Charles' fingers started to speed up. Jesus.

You must've been flushed to the max as you had to awkwardly laugh off Pierre's comment to "lay off the champagne". Honestly, that was your limit.

Before you could get any closer to your climax and risk losing it in front of everybody, you placed a hand on Charles' crotch, making him still his fingers and flicker his eyes to you.

His eyes hardened as you slowly rubbed him through his pants. "Charles, if you continue any further, I swear to god, I will blueball you till the end of the week. Let's be patient, okay, sweetie?" The sickly sweet smile on your face was in a hard contrast compared to the harsh whispers falling from your lips.

Charles' tongue darted out his lips and fell to the side. He rested his hand on yours and patted it gently. Although, to anyone, such a promise sounded empty. He was sure you would do it. It happened all the time even unintentionally. He placed a small kiss to your cheek. With a calm composure and through gritted teeth, he murmured, "Okay, mon amour."

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The ride back home was impossibly and scarily quiet. There was a lot of tension in the car. The both of you were still hooked on the adrenaline of risking yourselves in public and still horny as ever. Evident as Charles had applied more pressure to the accelerator and the cars nearby went from blurs to dashing streaks.

You were opening the door to your house as you felt Charles’ arms wrap around you. "Faster, mon amour, I can't keep my hands to myself," he whispered, starting kiss your neck.

You felt your heart pick up its pace when you heard the door click closed. Soon enough, both of your shoes were off, Charles' lips were crashing into yours, and your hands were in his hair. The fire between you two had reached a new height as Charles relished the moan that had fallen from your mouth. God, he had been waiting to hear that the entire dinner.

Bringing you back into your bedroom, Charles left kisses everywhere he could as he peeled back the straps of your dress, and gently removed the attired off your body, leaving you only clothed in your soaked panties and his necklace.

"Fuck," he groaned, hovering over you to hold the necklace between his fingers. "You look so good, mon amour."

The smile on your lips made his heart race once again. He smiled, planting a firm kiss on your lips before his hands started to trail down to your chest. Your breasts were what he considered a global treasure in his world, you. He loved everything about them; their softness, their plumpness... but especially, their sensitivity.

Charles latched his mouth around one nipple, leaving his hand to the other. His tongue swirled around the pebbled mound as his fingers circled the other.

You let out a sigh of pleasure, arching your back and raising your hand to feel his hair to push more of yourself into him. The obscene slurps of your breasts went straight to your core as Charles released your nipple with a slick pop.

"Ma belle," Charles breathed out, his fingers reaching your soaked panties. He pulled the drenched material away from your heated pussy. "I need to taste you," he spoke, himself drenched in desperation.

He pulled down the panties, revealing in all its glory, the pussy he had been thirsting over at dinner. He let out a moan as he prodded at your engorged lips.

You feel a shiver come over your body when his breath hit your pussy. His tongue took one long strip at your folds. His blues eyes averted back to yours, holding your gaze and blossoming an indescribable feeling within the both of you. "Look at me, love, while I devour you."

You managed to give a small nod as he returned his attention to your folds, all while maintaining eye contact. "Fuck," you moaned out, trying hard to not throw your head back as he dipped his mouth into you. It seemed that was still hungry from the dinner as he was true to his promise.

Charles was devouring you almost as if he were some sort of animal. He groaned in pleasure, sending a sort of vibrations through your core. He continuously lapped at your folds, drunk on the taste of you. "You taste so good," he grunted, bringing his lips around your clit.

You arched your back into the bed, toes curling at the sheets beneath you. "Fuck, Charles!" You bucked your hips into his mouth, giving into the need to roll your head back. When you looked back up, Charles was a sight to behold. His tongue traveled in circles around your sensitive nub. His stubble was soaked in your juices. He somehow even managed a smirk while eating you out.

"Charles... I'm gonna-" you began before cutting out as his tongue darted further into your folds. "God," you moaned out, your grip on his hair tightening.

"Don't say my name in vain, mon amour," Charles quipped, feeling a slight convulsion of your body as he thumbed your clit.

If Charles wasn't about to make you cum, you would've smacked that grin right off his face. But you were so close...

Charles placed a light kiss to your clit, removing his face from your pussy. He felt a sense of enjoyment follow him as a familiar terror spread over your face.

"No. Charles. Please. God, I want to cum," You whined out.

Charles looked at your flushed face, pushing your hair behind your ears like he did earlier this evening. Somehow, you had become even more beautiful. On the verge of a climax, fucked out, skin flushed and doused in arousal and sweat.

"I need to be in you... fuck, to fill you up, Y/N," Charles hissed in pleasure as he thought about his cum oozing from your hole.

"Hurry, Charles. I need you."

That was all you had to said as Charles rushed to finally take off his clothes.

You watched his thick cock hit his toned stomach and let out a small moan. Charles hovered over you, bringing you into a deep kiss. You could feel his cock nudge the sides of the pussy. Purposely, he dragged himself up and down your folds, intoxicated off the edging feeling.

"Fuck, Charles."

God, he loved the way you moaned his name. It was one of those other things that sent him overboard. Knowing that he was making you feel like that. That it was his cock teasing you. His fingers you clenched around. His voice that made you wet.

Charles looked down to your pussy, aligning his cock. He let out a ridiculously low grunt as he watched your folds cover his cock. You fit him so perfectly, it drove him crazy. His cock was snug and tight in you. It felt like one move in you would send him off.

You let out another moan, feeling his thick cock fill you up. His hands gripped your hips, turning you around so you sat on him. "Ride me, love."

There was nothing Charles wanted more than to see you ride his cock, tits bouncing up and down in sync with his your necklace. And you were happy to comply.

You began to move your hips, hearing the room begin to fill with groans.

"Y/N," Charles moaned, hips bucking to dive deeper into you.

You continued to ride at a semi-fast pace. Lewd sounds of your skin slapping and sticking against one another filled the air. You could feel his cock reach into the deepest parts of you.

Charles sunk his teeth into his lips, watching a white ring form around his cock. The twinkle of your necklace shone in his eyes, occasionally hitting your nipples as it swung around. It was all so much.

You could feel Charles' cock twitch in you, telling you he was close. You grabbed his hands and placed on them on your hips. Your own hands latched onto your breast and the other to your clit.

Charles tightened his grip on your hips before starting to thrust at an immense speed. "Merde," he swore, feeling you clench and take even more of him in you. He could catch the slight shake of your hands as you also neared your climax.

"Come with me, amour. Let me fill you with my cum," he groaned.

That dirty mouth of his and his rousing cock... it was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a high-pitched moan, the end almost silent as your orgasm hit you in hard waves. "Fuck, Charles!"

Charles followed you soon. He moaned, bring you down and holding you tightly. This new angle sent you both into a new spiral. His hips stuttered at an abnormal pace, feeling his cum paint your walls. He let out a string of colourful words, letting his orgasm take any extra drops of his cum into you.

Charles smiled, kissing the side of your forehead. "You did well, mon armour."

You gave him a tired smile. "You too, my love," you murmured before bringing him into a soft and lazy kiss.

Charles watched as you removed yourself from his cock. Only resulting him in a moan from the both of you as his cum trailed out of you.

"God," Charles gulped, feeling his cock harden once again.

You smirked. "I thought you were God, Charles," you teased.

Charles narrowed his eyes at you. "I guess I'm going to have to show you again, ma belle."

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viennakarma · 8 months

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After you

Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: There's a life before becoming Fernando's sugar baby and there's a life after becoming his sugar baby.

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, sugar baby x sugar daddy, Dom!Nando, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap, a bit of dirty talking, degradation, overuse of pet names (bc it's spanish duh!), big age gap (reader is early 20s, in college), everything implicitly consensual, not beta read

Note: i'd like to start by saying you nando fuckers were right and these 3 fernando media (see above) changed my life forever, thank you. gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also considering taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots, would anyone be interested?

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As soon as you enter the flat, you take off your overcoat and leave it behind the door. You go to your room, but you stop when you see several gift boxes laying on the floor beside the bed, which you recognize the brands, Tiffany, La Perla, Chanel, among others. But you feel exhausted from college finals and you leave the boxes behind and head straight for the bathroom.

Eight months ago, when you lived in a tiny dorm on campus, working two shifts beyond university to pay for your studies, all these brands used to be a distant luxury you would never afford on your own.

But there was a life before becoming Fernando Alonso's sugar baby; and another one after all that.

Now you have a nice, comfortable, luxurious apartment close to campus, your university is fully paid for months in advance, and you don't have to use the dorm's communal bathroom. It sometimes feels like a dream and you think you're going to wake up back in that moment much earlier.

You fill the bathtub and take off your clothes, looking in the mirror, you see two hickey marks near your breasts. Fernando was mindful not to leave marks in visible places. You step into the tub and allow yourself to be enveloped by the scented salts and bubble soap. You rub yourself slowly, pushing away all the tiredness and stress of the entire day, using the shower gel that Fernando liked on you.

After scrubbing yourself down, you step out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy robe. You dry your hair with the dryer, and head back to the bedroom.

On top of the gifts there is a note that you missed before.

“To my girl, I know you worked really hard to do well on your finals. Enjoy your gifts. See you tonight, cariño. - Fernando"

You open Tiffany’s blue box first, it's the smallest one. Contains a pair of star-shaped diamond earrings, and a silver necklace with a matching pendant. You smile when you realize that it's been eight months and he already knows your taste for clothes and accessories. The second box you open is a Coco de Mer, a lingerie brand. With two pairs of lingerie inside, both in lace, one black, with stockings and garter belt and the other red, transparent with ribbons that cross the abdomen.

Getting out of bed, you pull on the black one, adjust the stocking on the garter belt and hang the robe in the bathroom again, staring at your reflection in the mirror, barely registering the messy young misfit you were just months ago.

The other boxes mostly contain clothes and accessories. Pants, skirts, dresses, handbags, wallets and backpacks. After taking a look at everything, you take the pieces to the closet and leave them on the chair to arrange later.

Then you hear the sound of the front door opening and you know it's Fernando. You lay down on the bed and wait for him. Lying on your stomach with your butt in the air, you look at Fernando when he enters. He's not wearing his team shirt, he's just wearing a white shirt and denim pants. He stares at your body, but your eyes settle on a box in his hand, he puts the box, his phone and wallet on the bedside table. He smiles, moving closer and bending over to leave a gentle bite on your ass. His masculine scent envelops you and you feel the urge to rip his clothes off and push him on the bed, and ride his cock until the sun comes up tomorrow.

“Hi, bebé,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your temple, “How were the exams?” he asks as he sits on the king size bed, his back against the headboard. He pats his own thigh, and you quickly crawl up, onto his lap sitting facing him. You hope he feels your underwear wet with anticipation.

“Thermodynamics was easy, but Quantum Physics, not so much,” you say, as he opens the box that you know as one of Belgian chocolates, your favorite.

“You’ve studied so hard for both, so I think you'll do well,” he says, pulling out a chocolate with almonds from the box. With his other hand, he grips your hip.

He brings the chocolate up to your mouth and you take a bite, wiggling in his lap as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“You did so well on your test last week,” he compliments, and his gentle tone turns you on even more. You feel his fingers making way inside the lace of your panties and you hold on to his shoulders, keeping your balance and granting more access to you.

He takes another chocolate from the box and takes a bite of it as his fingers find your pussy. Fernando rubs his index and middle fingers, spreading your wetness. You melt into his arms and place your hand on the back of his neck. He gives you the second piece of chocolate at the same time as his fingers penetrate you. You're so wet, his fingers slide easily inside, massaging your pussy calmly, oh so calmly that you roll your hips into his fingers, trying to make him go faster.

“Quiet, princesa,” he commands, and you stop the hip movement. He shoves the fingers that were holding the chocolate into your mouth, and you suck hard until his fingers are clean.

His other hand, the one inside your panties, you feel keeping the maddening slow pace, completely ignoring the need for relief in your clit. You slide a hand down your belly to bring it to your clit, but he takes your hand away and cups your chin, a possessive look in his brown-almost-green eyes.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asks brusquely, and you just stare at him. “Eh? Did I?”

“No,” you reply huskily, knowing he can feel you getting even wetter at his firm tone. He slaps your cheek, and your pussy throbs around his fingers, you can see in his eyes that he feels it. And he absolutely loves it.

“No, what?” he says, a smug smirk on his face.

“No, sir.” you say and he strokes the cheek he slapped. Fernando takes your chin and pulls your lips to his. He kisses you obscenely, with lips and tongue and his face inching up against yours.

“I know your week has been pretty stressful, then behave yourself so you can get your reward, okay?” he says in a gentle tone, finally picking up the speed of his fingers and pushing the palm of his hand against your swollen clit. You whimper, holding a moan in your throat and the urge to move your hips to keep pace with him and come faster, but you hold back.

Then Fernando's phone rings, interrupting the two of you. He lets the phone ring, and you groan when his other hand grips your hip tightly, squeezing your ass. The phone stops ringing, but then it rings again.

“No, Nando, please… Don't answer it, Papi” you whimper, already feeling his fingers stop stimulating you. He grabs your hips and places you to the side, back on the bed.

“So needy, bebé,” he mutters, biting softly on your chin before getting up, “I need to pick this call, babygirl. Won’t be long, yeah?” He grumbles, taking the phone from the nightstand. you watch as Fernando answers, muttering “Alonso speaking,” as he leaves the room.

Frustrated, you lie back on the mattress and stare at the ceiling, knowing he's probably going to take longer than he said he would. He always took long calls about his team, or his car, or whatever. It's almost involuntary as your hands slide down your abdomen and you rub your thighs together to get some friction. With your hands, you gently pinch your nipples through the lace of your bra, feeling a hypersensitive moan escape your lips. You slide your hands and press your clit over the wet panties, just looking for some relief while he doesn’t come back.

The need for release is stronger than you are as you slide your hand inside your panties, circling your clit with pressure, gasping.

At that moment, Fernando re-enters the room, and you quickly remove your hand. But the furious look on his face tells you he already caught you red handed. Heart racing, you watch as he clicks his tongue in a reproving gesture. He walks into the closet and returns with a pair of leather cuffs.

“I thought I made myself clear…” he murmurs, yanking hard on your wrists to get you to your feet, “You only touch yourself with my permission.”

You swallow hard when he cups your face and then slaps you across the face. You bite your bottom lip, smiling. He takes your wrists and secures them with the restraints, behind your back. Fernando slaps you again, and you feel the wetness pool in your panties.

“You love it, don't you?” He smirked with another slap. “Being treated like the slut you are. My slut. Knees on the floor,” he commands, his tone doesn't leave space for anything other than obedience.

His firm touch on the back of your neck compels you down until your knees meet the floor. You feel your mouth water as he starts struggling with his own belt, undoing the buttons on his pants just enough to pull his cock out. You immediately wet your lips and open your mouth, expecting to feel him on your tongue.

He shoves his cock into your mouth all at once, almost reaching your throat, and you have to control your gagging, eyes immediately watering.

“Open wide, babygirl” he gasps, taking control of slowly sliding into your mouth. He massages your face, as if to relax your jaw further. “Yes, just like that” he moans softly as he touches your throat.

He holds your head, keeping you still as the only movement is in his hips, his cock fucking your mouth. As you adjust to the volume of him moving in and out of your mouth, he picks up speed and you feel saliva wetting his entire length and running down the side of your mouth, dripping to your chin.

“Want me to fuck you, huh?” he asks but doesn't release you from his cock so you're able to answer. “Want to cum, bebé?”

He doesn’t let you go, nor does he take his cock out of your mouth. So you just hum around him, the vibration of your voice making him let out a groan.

“I don't know…” He pretends to think a little, his hips stuttering. “You disobeyed me, didn't you? I don't think you've earned your reward yet.”

He pulls his cock away from your mouth, and you watch a trail of saliva break from the distance. You close your mouth, taking the opportunity to relax your jaw.

“¿Cuál es tu color? (what's your color?)” he asks, his voice going immediately tender, looking down on you.

“Verde. (green)”

“Up you go” Fernando points to the bed as he removes the belt from the cases of his pants, and you quickly get to your feet and throw yourself face down on the mattress, your arms still pinned behind you. “On all fours” He commands and you obey, the top of your head pressed into the pillow and your ass in the air.

You feel his fingers gently rub up and down on your hips, and then he finally removes your panties. Not an instant later, you feel the belt snap on your ass, stinging.

“What did you do wrong, princesa?” he asks, then hits you with the belt once again, making you shiver.

“I touched myrself without-” you cut yourself off with a mewl when you feel the crackle of the burning leather belt again, “-Without your-” Two consecutive hits make you whimper against the pillow, but you keep going, because you know that if you stop, he will start your punishment again, “-Without your permission" you complete, panting loudly. He hits you three more times and you feel like you could come with just one touch on your clit.

“Without your permission, who?” And two more cracks of the leather against your asscheeks. The frustration of wanting to come is so great that you feel your abdomen trembling.

“Without your permission, sir!” you almost scream, desperate. So thirsty for his touch you know you’re dripping with desire and ruining the sheets.

“I don't know…” He says, as if he's thinking out loud as his hands caress your buttocks, “Do you think you deserve to come?"

“Yes please! Nando please! I want it so bad, papi…” you don't feel ashamed to beg, when your body so badly needs relief, something only he can give you.

You feel him move behind you, and a second later, his cock fills you in one movement, making you scream his name into the pillow.

“Oh, always perfect for me…” He groans, pulling out only to slam back in again. His hands secure the restraint on your wrists, your hands manage to touch his forearm and you sink your nails into his skin for balance.

Your eyes roll in your head, pleasure consuming you like flames as his hips keep pounding into you, and you feel grateful for his demanding exercises routine from motorsports, because it makes his stamina last so long. You feel hypersensitive, like you can feel the friction in every molecule in your body, the pleasure in your pussy and he just keeps going, Fernando’s groaning louder by the second.

You feel when the orgasm approaches, that tingling in your body and your pussy contracting desperately. But then he stops, withdrawing his cock. You whimper in desperation, the orgasm slipping away again.

“Fernando, please! Please, I need you…” you scream as he plunges into you, so deep he takes your breath away for an instant. One of his hands grips your hips and the other travels up your spine until it closes around the back of your neck.

Then he circles his hand around your neck and pulls you up until you're on your knees, your hips pressed against his as he thrusts harder, making your tits bounce with the movement. The only thing separating his chest from your back is the grip on your wrists between your bodies.

“Please, Nando! I’m so close- can- can I cum?”

“Go on, you can cum. I want to feel it,” he orders, squeezing your throat, obstructing your breathing slightly. It’s his accented voice that pushes you off the cliff, the orgasm finally seizing you so hard you see stars in your vision, shivering as he holds you firmly up.

Your orgasm soon makes him come too, his groan in your ear as his hips push against you, slowing down as he fills you up.

When Fernando lets go of your neck, you fall limp on the bed, face first against the pillows. You feel his fingers release you from the restraints, and your arms fall to your sides. Fernando holds your wrists, massaging lightly. He kisses your shoulder softly and you smile lazily, all worn out, the way he likes you the most.

“Are you ok, princesa?” you hear him as you close your eyes.

“Yes, cariño. Never been better.” You murmur.

You keep your eyes closed as he wipes between your legs, and you feel as he rubs the soothing ointment onto your buttocks, then he uses a makeup wiper to clean your face. Fernando considers aftercare as important as sex, and you can't deny that you love the part of being lovingly pampered by him right after being fucked senseless.

Finally, he turns off the lights, pulls back the covers and lies beside you, your naked body being fully embraced by him. You get goosebumps when he nuzzles your neck, his beard tickling and making you giggle.

“I missed you a lot, mi cielo” He mutters against your skin.

“I missed you too, Nando. I loved seeing you so happy with that podium,” you say, pulling his hand up and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, maybe next time you should go cheer for me,” he kisses your collarbone.

“I’ll think about it, yeah?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “maybe after finals.”

“I'm sure you'll get high scores on your tests, bebé” he whispers, and you feel a rush of joy at making him proud.

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loveslibrarywp · 4 months

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Aemond loves his pregnant wife!

Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

Summary: Aemond is so obsessed with his wife and the fact that she’s carrying his child. It just riles him up!

Warnings: NSFW. P in V sex. Breeding kink. Lactation kink. Soft dom!Aemond. pain kink?. Pregnancy. Aemond is obsessed with his pregnant wife. Crappy ending.

Author’s note: no comment…

“Gods, look at you..” Aemond gasped as stared at you with desire in his eyes. You were dressed in a silk nightdress and a fluffy robe to keep you warm. Your growing belly was poking out of the dress on full display.

You let out a little laugh as you turn around and place your earrings and necklace down onto a ceramic tray on your vanity. You felt hands slink around your waist, a smile forming across your lips as you know exactly who it is.

“ñuha gevie ābrazȳrys. How did I get so lucky?” My beautiful wife. You giggled as you felt his soft lips on the skin of your neck. He nipped at the skin and caressed your swollen belly.

You turned around to meet his front. You took his face into your grasp and smiled up at the man, you felt more content than ever with him. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and moved your hands to untie his eyepatch from his head.

As you place the leather patch on your vanity, you take his raw beauty in. His sapphire shined in the dim light of the candles, his face was perfectly shaped and his hair was splayed out around is shoulders. He was crafted by the gods just for you. You and you only.

“I should be the one say that, my love.” You smiled. His once pale face flushed pink, even after being together for a little less than a year he would still get so shy at your compliments towards him. Growing up, people were often scared of him because of his scar, women would avoid him and men feared him.

Now that he had you, he was showered in praises and compliments. The feeling was overwhelming.

He pushed your hair off your shoulder to reveal your neck. His ran his finger from your pulse point to the valley in between your breasts. He lightly pressed his palm into your swollen tits, which earned a small moan from you.

“Are they swollen from making milk for our babe?” He asked, you nodded as your eyes closed when he kneed your left breast. “I shall help you with the your pain, my love..” he said as he pulled you towards your shared bed.

Being very close to your birth date, you were already producing milk. Your husband had become infatuated with your growing tits, like it was a sight to see. He slowly took off your robe and tossed to the side. He then pulled the neckline of your dress down onto your shoulders to reveal your tits.

Your bare chest was now exposed to him and the cold air of the room made your nipples peak up even more than they already were. He groaned at the sight of your breasts and your belly peaking out of your night gown. Your belly was full of his babe and your tits were full of milk.

“Such a beautiful body. You’re a goddess..” He caressed your big belly and moved his fingers closer to your heat under your dress.

You felt your wetness that had accumulated overtime was dripping out of you. He began kissing down your neck and to your chest. He slowly nipped around your breasts and latched his lips onto your nipple. He stuck gently onto your left tit, careful to not cause you anymore pain.

You groaned at the feeling of your husband’s warm mouth on your aching breast. He was always so gentle and kind with you, it was something you loved most about him.

His fingers crawled closer to your wetness. You gasped at the feeling when he stuck a finger inside of you. He slowly started to pump his finger in and out of your dripping heat. His tongue circled the bud of your nipple, collecting the milk that was dripping from your tit.

“Gods, Aemond…” you moaned, your feet digging into the bed as you gripped his hair and his hand that was giving you such pleasure. “I need you inside me, husband.” You beg.

“Ask politely, my lovely wife.” He smirked against your chest, you sigh, knowing exactly what he was admin of you. He wanted you to beg him. “Please Aemond, Please fuck me, I need you inside me now.”

He watched you closely as you begged for him, your face was flushed with pleasure as he fingered you. “As you wish,” He said as he sat up, you watched him take off his tunic quickly and untied his breeches, you were practically melting as you admired your husbands body and face, he was the most beautiful man in the kingdom.

He pulled his hard cock out of his breeches and pumped it softly as he lined himself up with your entrance. He hit his tip against your clit, making you moan out, pressing your forehead to his. He slowly pressed into your hole and gently slid in to be careful not to hurt you.

You both groaned as he stopped at the hilt, savoring in the feeling. “I could stay like this forever..” Aemond whispered as your foreheads were still connected, his words made you laugh. Your sweet laugh made him smile.

“Can I move, my love?” He asked, you nodded your head against him. He slowly started thrusting in and out of you, wet sounds filled the once quiet room. When he picks up his pace, it’s like all the breath from your lungs is taken from you.

You grip his shoulders and run your nails down his back, the pain from your scratches only adds to Aemond’s pleasure. His low groans and your loud moans and the obscene wet noises from the act heighten the intensity. “Look at you…already full of my child and still wanting me inside of you?” He said with a sly smirk.

“That feel good?” He asked as he kissed on your neck and collarbone. You could barely speak, you could only nod your head to acknowledge him. He buried his face into your neck and moved his long fingers down to your heat.

His fingers rub your swollen clit, making you clench down onto his cock. You both moan at the feeling. Both of your peaks creeping up at you. Your fingers were digging into your husband’s back as he pounded into you.

Your peak was near the edge as was your husband’s as you felt him throb inside of your cunt. “You feel so good, my sweet wife..” he mumbled into your neck.

You could only moan, you couldn’t even warn him you were close. You felt like you were on cloud nine as you came all over your husband’s thick cock. Aemond knew he wasn’t gonna last very long after you when you were tightening the way you were.

He came with a low groan. He softly kissed on your neck as he mumbled sweet words. “I love you..” he whispered into your ear.

“I love you too, baby.” You said with a smile. He slowly slid out of you and grabbed a cloth to clean you both up. He fixed your night gown to cover you and fixed himself to be more presentable for bed.

He laid next to you and gave you soft kisses all over your face until you both fell asleep as you felt content together.

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cyren-myadd · 3 months

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Look at how happy Spider is in this BTS shot for A3! I bet he's flying on an ikran with Kiri :)

Analysis of the image:

He's now wearing a Metkayina style loincloth, he has a tooth necklace like the one Rotxo wears instead of the Omaticaya choker, and he has a new exopack strap to replace the standard issue RDA one he wore while with Quaritch. It looks like he's been living with the reef people for a little bit and they've given him Metkayina clothing. The person connected to the ikran behind him could be literally anybody, it's impossible to tell without the CGI, but the fake Na'vi leg doesn't look that much bigger than Spider's leg so I would guess it's one of the teens, probably Kiri or possibly Lo'ak. I also notice that Spider's leg has a bloody scratch so I wonder if he just came from an action scene. He also still has a mark from when Neytiri cut him, so it looks like it's a permanent scar, he's always going to have a physical reminder of that night now :( it's a family curse at this point, OG-Quaritch had a face scar, Spider's got a chest scar, and recom-Quaritch is emotionally scared from Neytiri's arrows lol.

If I had to guess, I think this shot must be early on in Avatar 3, because he doesn't have the topknot hairstyle, V-shape painted on his forehead, or the Metkayina harness he's shown wearing in his official character poster (the character poster is pretty obviously a shot from A3, because he never looked like this in A2). He IS shown with the same tooth necklace he has in his character poster, so I think this could be the beginning of him getting accepted by the Metkayina clan and upgrading his outfit. I can't wait to see it in 2025!

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virtualreader · 10 months

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birthday present

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: you weren't expecting anyone to remember that today was your birthday, and definitely did not expect a certain cowboy to give you not one, but two birthday presents.

word count: 1,2k.

genre: smut (and a little bit of fluff)

warnings: p in v (unprotected), fingering, sensory deprivation, praising.

a/n: this is my first time writing smut, I know I have a lot of scope for improvement, so feedback is certainly appreciated.

+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!

"C’mon, take it. I got it for ya," Rick insisted, handing you the small box. The messily wrapped newspaper sheet was held in place by a delicate blue ribbon, which attempted to form a bow on top of it.

You were always living in a daze, with no sense of time. However, Rick was surprisingly able to keep track of the days and make sure to surprise you every year with a small gift. Some years, it would be a bouquet of flowers, and other years it would be a small trinket that he had picked up on one of his runs. Regardless of what it was, it always brought a smile to your face and made you feel loved.

You couldn't help but wonder how he managed to keep track of the calendar when you could barely remember what day of the week it was. But that was just another one of the many little mysteries that made him such a special person to you.

You carefully untied the ribbon and unwrapped the newspaper to reveal a small, silver necklace. The pendant on the necklace was in the shape of a cowboy hat, a nod to Rick's own hat that he always wore and which now belonged to Carl. You smiled, touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift.

"Thank you, Rick. This is beautiful," you said, putting on the necklace and admiring the way it caught the light. Rick grinned, pleased with your reaction.

"Well, I couldn't let your birthday go by without getting you something," he replied. "But that's not all. I've got one more surprise for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blindfold.

He covered your eyes with the cloth, tying it loosely behind your head. Normally the darkness would be something scary, not knowing what’s around you or what could happen next, but you had to admit that in these circumstances it pretty much turned you on.

You felt Rick’s hand on your arm, guiding you through the house. He closed the door of what you supposed was your bedroom behind him. And before you could even ask what was going on he put your hand on his throbbing budge.

You gasped in surprise, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Rick, what…?" you started to say, but he interrupted you.

"Happy birthday, darlin'," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I wanted to give you something special this year."

You felt his lips on yours, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the moment. The blindfold made everything feel more intense and intimate, and you were grateful for the darkness that allowed you to focus solely on the sensations coursing through your body.

As he pushed you down onto the bed, you could feel the intensity of his passion emanating from his movements. Rick's desire was palpable as he moved frantically on top of you, his body consumed by lust.

Briefly pulling away, he hiked up his shirt, revealing his taut, muscular abdomen. With your hands pinned up against the bedhead, you felt a shiver run down your spine as Rick's mouth found the sensitive skin of your neck. His tongue teased and tantalized your skin, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“We’re going to have to work on keeping you still, baby.” he rasped against your neck as you wiggle under him.

The grip on your hand tightened, and the old bed squeaked along with your motion, creating a melody you completed with your purring.

His hands traveled to your pants, muddy from the gardening labors you were in charge of, and got rid of them, and continued to undress you until your body was completely exposed to his feverish gaze.

He took a moment to contemplate your body after he had relieved himself of his own clothing, damn, you looked so pretty subdued to his control. His tongue danced over your nipples, and the moan that escaped your mouth in response made Rick smile boastfully.

As you were about to complain, he interrupted you with a stern grunt and ordered you to open your mouth. Caught off guard by his sudden demand, you hesitated. He then slid his fingers into your mouth and used your saliva to lubricate them.

He spread your legs and pushed the two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp in pleasure. He moved them slowly at first, but gradually picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. You moaned in ecstasy, your body writhing beneath him as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers.

Each movement was deliberate and calculated, designed to bring you to the brink of orgasm and keep you there. You pulled your head back, your mouth open as you groaned, your legs stiffening.

As he looked at you, he couldn't help but think about how deliciously wet you was. Your body was practically begging him to do something, and he couldn't resist any longer.

He leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "God, I want you so badly right now." you shivered at his words, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. He continued to tease you, slowly running his fingers up and down your arm, sending chills down your spine.

The blindfold heightened the intensity of the pleasure, making it more satisfying and enjoyable. The lack of visual stimulation allowed the other senses to become more acute, leading to a more immersive experience. The anticipation of not knowing what would happen next added an element of excitement and mystery to the encounter. It added a new dimension to the experience.

“Rick…” you hoarsely begged.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” his deliberate teasing causing you to soak his fingers even more. “Tell me.”

“You,” his fingers leaved your hole. “I want you inside me.”

Next thing you knew, his tip was tentatively brushing your entrance. His barely perceptible touch tingled you, your whole body quivering in anticipation. He slid his hands to your hips, a firm hold on your sides, yet not hurting you. With your leg resting on his bare, broad shoulders he thrusted his cock against your walls, both fitting as key and lock.

Your spasms squeezed his warm rod, bringing him closer to climax. "Such a good girl." he praised you, the sound of your panting filling Rick's ears with satisfaction. His heady scent, more intense than ever, got you higher than drugs.

Finally, when you could take no more, Rick released you, allowing you to come down from the dizzying heights of pleasure. You were left panting and sweating, your body spent from the passionate experience.

You gasped for air, your body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm that had just wracked through your body. You couldn't believe how incredible it had felt, how Rick had managed to bring you such an incredible amount of pleasure. You were completely spent, your body still humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Rick lay next to you, his arm draped over your waist felt comforting and safe.

“Just so you know, I turn forty next month”

How could you possibly refuse to gift the man whose smile mesmerized you?

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youraverageaemondsimp · 7 months

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“You belong to me and me only.” // Aemond Targaryen x Aunt!Hightower!Reader

MDNI

WARNINGS: dubcon, p in v sex, canon typical incest, breeding kink, noncon voyeurism, jealous!aemond, kinda toxic, tiddy sucking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia(?), rough sex, choking, reader's age is left up to interpretation. + not proofread // based on this request.

WC: 2k

You were reading a book in allotted chambers when you felt the noise of a stone slide, you sighed already knowing who it was before you got up and turned to face the intruder, arms crossed. Aemond was in your room before he came close to you and embraced you, “Aunt.” he whispers, nose buried at the top of your head before he takes in the scent of you, hair smelling like roses.

You push him away and put your book down on the table before putting some distance between you and Aemond, “You should leave.” you say and he furrowed his eyebrows, “What the fuck do you mean by that?” he grits his teeth and you sigh. “Aemond, I am to be married soon, I cannot continue this….whatever this is, with you.” you speak, “But I love you.” he replies.

“I know, and I love you too, but my sister has declined our betrothal.” you try to speak some sense into him.

“I do not give a shit about my mother's opinion on this matter, I want you. I want to have you, your body and soul.” Aemond says and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at that but you quickly push them away before you shake your head.

“It is useless.” you reply.

“I would rather burn this keep to the ground with vhagar than watch you marry someone that isn't me, aunt.” he grits his teeth as he proclaims angrily.

“My dear, I know it is upsetting, but we cannot do anything about this-” you try convincing him but he lets out a sound similar to a growl before storming off.

Just then a guard informs you of the dinner you were supposed to have with all of the family, yes that included Rhaenyra and her family.

Your maids quickly get you ready for the dinner, donning you in a beautiful green down, with a squared neck cut and slightly puffed sleeves, gold lacing incriminated into the cloth, not extravagant, simple enough dress which was suitable for dinner.

You wore your hair loose, except the two strands that were braided and put together at the back of your head, and then you wore your most valuable gift of all, a valyrian steel necklace, thin braided, with a sapphire drooping down the middle, small and heart shaped.

It was a gift from Aemond, it's not he hadn't gifted you other things, it's just that this necklace was something that you liked the most and the one which held meaning to you, after all it was the necklace you had received after Aemond had confessed his feelings for you.

And just like that, you were ready for dinner.

You sat down on your chair and watched as Aemond talked to Aegon, Aemond had switched places and sat right next to you, which earned a look from Alicent who Aemond paid no mind to.

Dinner was going well, everyone seemed to be getting along, Luke and Jace were on their best behaviour today, it seems their mother had finally reprimanded them.

That was what you thought until you caught Daemon Targaryen staring at you, at first you thought it was a mistake, but he for sure was staring at you, or rather at your cleavage.

You watched as he took a sip of his wine, eyes flickering down to your breasts before up to your face, he gave you a small smirk before drinking.

You noticed how visibly uncomfortable Rhaenyra was and you felt so bad for her, you shrugged off and pretended nothing ever happened, until you heard your sister bring up the topic of Aemond's betrothal.

What shocked you most was that she had said that Aemond was the one who proposed it.

A marriage alliance to the Baratheon House.

Floris Baratheon.

You clenched your jaw in jealousy and anger, you knew you were both meant to part ways, in fact you were the one who bought it up in the first place anyways but that didn't matter, you were angry, at both him and yourself for feeling like this.

You simply gave him a glare from your side, before turning your attention to the man who was sitting across, he still shamelessly checked you out. And then you got an idea.

You leaned in front of the table, pretending as though you were fetching something, causing the flesh of your breasts to almost spill out, giving Daemon the time of the day, his face flickered over to your face and you gave him an innocent smile before sitting back, nobody seemed to have noticed except for Aemond at what you had done.

Then you felt something trail up the front of your leg and you looked at Daemon who now had a relaxed expression as his boot made its way upwards your skirts, trailing a path, and you pulled your legs back, and shot him a smirk, basically inviting him in.

Aemond had begun to notice all this, the way when your hands would linger longer whenever you would pass something to his uncle, the way he stared at your chest, it made him mad.

He proposed this marriage so that you would break and create a scene and get you and him married. But this isn't what he had expected.

He finally snapped when he heard your sweet laugh, which was drawn by daemon's joke, he slammed his fists on the table and before anyone can process it he's pushing the food off and slams you by your head on the table kicking your chair off forcing your legs straight. You were extremely taken aback by this.

“Since you want to parade yourself like a whore, I will treat you like one.” he growls before he hikes your skirts up and you panic, struggling and Alicent looks at this in horror, everyone looks as if they're scared.

“Aemond! Stop this right now!” Alicent tries to come over to help you but he shoots her a look and she backs down, scared that her son might hurt her as well.

He quickly undoes his breeches, he didn't care if everyone was watching him, that's exactly what he wanted, he slipped into your folds with such brutality that made you moan loudly and claw at the table, you tried fighting him off but he held your hands together at your back and let go of your neck, spanking your ass.

“Look at this, already so fucking wet.” he collects the wetness yout produced and smears it across your skin, and just then you were able to feel how wet you were.

“Fucking whore.” he says as he starts snapping his hips at a brutal pace causing you to moan, it was so humiliating, to have everyone watch you while he fucks you, they're too scared to interefere, Alicent closes her eyes at this act of depravity being displayed, and everyone seems to be looking anywhere but whatever was being displayed, and Aemond was visibly annoyed, he wanted everyone to look, to see how much of a whore you were, he wanted to humiliate you.

“Look at this uncle, wasn't this bitch just flirting with you moments ago? Watch how she is moaning underneath me now.” he grunts, thrusting, making your body jolt up the table, and Daemon stares at you, unashamed.

You burst into tears, feeling insulted and humiliated, “Dear aunt, are you crying right now? Don't, you were the one who wanted to act like a whore from the silk streets.” he coos mockingly and you sniff, his thrusts become sloppy before he pushes him to the hilt and finishes inside you, before pulling out and wearing his breeches, before smoothly walking his way out, leaving you unsatisfied and on the table, a mess.

Alicent comes towards you and pulls your skirts down, she seems to be at the verge of crying as well, fixing you up and giving you a hug and you just looked at everything in a daze, mad and humiliated.

But most of all unsatisfied.

Aemond didn't let you finish, but sought out his own pleasure like a cunt.

That's what made you mad.

“Let's pretend nothing happened here, and Aemond.. That mangrown… ” Alicent sighs and everyone nods, looking at you in pity and you just feel tears streaming down your face, and your sister wipes them away.

You left the scene, going back to your chambers, and the sight in front of you made you mad.

Aemond was in your chambers.

“What the fuck are you doing here, get out.” You say sternly and he turns to look at you, you close the door behind you before lunging at him, and he seems taken aback by this but he dodges, and grabs you by your neck before applying pressure, causing you to see stars as the oxygen was so slowly deprived from you.

He pushes you onto the bed, hand leaving your neck as he rips your gown apart, the material tearing, causing your breasts to spill out, he grips them tightly, nails biting into your skin causing sparks of pain, you gripped his hands trying to pull them off but he only held on tighter, “He was staring at these,” he growls, “But he doesn't know that they belong to me.” he takes your breast in his mouth, tongue circling around your nipple, causing you whine before he bites down harshly, making you arch your back and grip his hair.

He pulls away and trails kisses down your body, stopping at your cunt, he pulls your legs apart, revealing your folds to him, he moans at the sight, his previously stuff spend leaking outside, and coating your thighs, he licks at of it up before his lips descend onto your pearl, he sucks on it, tongue flicking up and down your bud, you throw your hand back and moan, hands coming up to grip his hair as you rut against his face, he moans into your cunt, relishing in the combined taste of you and him, he pushes his finger inside your hole as he kisses your bud, thrusting in and out, fingers curling upwards to hit your spot.

And soon, you come all over his hands and he moans at the way your cunt clenches around his digits, “Fuck- need to be inside you once again.” he pulls his fingers out and replaces it with his cock, pushing past your folds and sitting all snuggly inside.

He leans down to kiss your neck, biting at it to leave marks, he fucks you at a brutal pace, making your body jolt, and the bed creak against the floor.

He pulls away from your neck to watch your fucked out expression, drool dripping from the side of your mouth, which he leans in and licks it up before kissing you, your moans are muffled by it.

He felt himself near once again, “I can't wait to fill you up, maybe at the earlier display, and my son growing in your womb, she might wed us.” he tells you his plan easily and you nod.

“You'd be so pretty, all full and round of my child, trying to waddle around, trying to keep up with my pace— ah! fuck!” he moans as he spills himself inside you, all the thoughts only spurring him on further.

And you feel your band snap at the same time, cumming along with him, moaning extremely loudly, chanting his name like a prayer.

He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you, he scoops it up and shoves it back inside, and you wince from the overstimulation.

“You belong to me, and me only, do you understand?” he growls and you nod.

“I want to hear it.”

“Yes, Aemond, I understand.” you say.

And soon, Alicent weds you both, the entire family was quiet during the celebration, knowing the reason why, yet they all congratulated you.

Aemond finally got what he wanted at the end.

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 1 year

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Way of the life (Tsu’tey x reader)

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Description: Your life with Tsu’tey was everything you could have wished for - but there were still conflicts and fights. It couldn’t always be perfect, but as long as your family would stick together in the end, you would be fine.

For context this is how old the children are in this part:

Tsey’tan - 19 (same as Neteyam)

Tetsun - 17 (same as Lo’ak and Kiri)

Zìtei and Zuaìu - 15

Tiranay - 9 (same as Tuk)

Warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, oral, talk about cum, lots of cum, breeding kink

6962 words

Tsu’tey was always hard on his sons, he wanted them to become great warriors and protectors of their clan. You knew he loved them, he loved them so much, and you knew he just wasn’t a gentle and soft man. Only on rare occasions (or just for you). But sometimes you thought he forgot he was also their father, and not only their superior, he wasnt solely responsible for shaping them into warriors - being a father was more than that.

You always helped him find the balance, the way you did things together as parents worked out for your family. But this time, it escalated. Your second oldest had wandered into the forest, you knew why - he had a crush on a Na’vi girl and he told you the day before he wanted to find the crystals she loved to use for her necklaces. What he didn’t notice was that his little sister followed him. And when he noticed he was already too far to turn back, so he just took her with him.

It wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t have known that the one second she wandered into the trees while he was bending down, a stray viperwolf would jump her. He immediately heard her scream and killed the creature, but she was bleeding profusely from her right arm and she was crying - of course she was, she was still so young, she must’ve been so scared. Your poor little girl, even now that she was back in the safety of her family’s home, her arm bandaged and her tears dried, she clung to you, refusing to be set down.

You were just glad they were both safe, it was an accident and you would never be angry at Tetsun for that. Your mate however saw that entirely different, he had been scolding your son for the past minutes, he was furious. Your son was standing there, shoulders hunched and ears turned down, trying to be strong while his slightly taller father yelled at him. Eywa, he was still child too. His brothers were standing nearby, looking as if they were getting scolded too, they understood how it was to be the one who was the target, they had caused enough trouble to have been at the receiving end of their fathers anger too.

„I can’t believe you are this irresponsible! Taking your little sister into the forest like that, and then not even properly watching over her and protecting her! She could have been dead! Do you hear me? Look at her arm, this is your fault!“, your mate was raging, and you tried to intervene, he was overstepping. You knew he was strict, you accepted it, but he was blowing this out of proportion. „I think he understands, can we please just-”, but he didn’t even seem to hear you. Your daughter was starting to cry again, you knew she didn’t want he big brother to get in trouble - she would also never blame him.

„I want you to go and think about what you have done, you’ve brought shame to this family and-”, that was enough, you loved Tsu’tey, but he was wrong to say that to your son. You could see Tetsuns eyes glossing over. „THAT‘S ENOUGH TSU‘TEY!“, you had to raise your voice quite a bit to be heard, and the effect was immediately, it was so silent you could’ve heard a pin drop. You were scowling at your mate, for the first time really angry with him for making your son feel like this.

Tsu’tey was shocked to say the least. You were so gentle and soft, you had never raised your voice like this before, especially not at him. His sons were all frozen, and he turned around to you, the angry look on your face making him shrink a little. He hated that you were angry at him, all his anger and frustration about his injured daughter immediately vanishing, leaving a bitter feeling behind.

„I’m sorry sempul“, you heard Tetsuns voice from behind your mate (who you were still glaring at), he was trying to be strong, but his voice cracked a little, making your heart break for him. Even if Tsu’tey didn’t mean it, what was said, was said and he couldn’t take it back. Your mate didn’t react, still looking at you, and your second oldest took off through the entrance to his left, snapping you out of your stupor. You had to practice damage control right now, you would deal with everything else later. (Father)

„Tsey’tan“, you called upon your oldest and he immediately stepped next to you, looking down at you expectantly. „Take your sister“, you gently told him, transferring the still slightly shaking girl into her brothers arms. When she was clinging to him instead of you, you took off after your second oldest without another look back, eventhough you could feel your mate was distraught too - maybe this would teach him something.

Your son was fast, of course he was he’s one of the best warriors of the clan, just like his brothers. But you knew exactly where he would go. You and Tsu’tey had once built something equivalent to a tree house a little further into the forest when the children were still younger. You knew they still came here sometimes, especially when they wanted to be alone.

And you were right, when you had climbed the tree to the hammock-like hut, Tetsun was sitting at the edge, his legs swinging back and forth slightly. You were sure he heard you coming, but he didn’t react until you sat next to him. Then he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, he was crying and your heart ached even more at the pain your son was in.

„I’m sorry sa‘nok“, he whispered and you just shook your head, pulling the slight taller boy into your arms. „My love you don’t have to be sorry, this is nobody’s fault, it was an accident“, your son was sinking into your arms, placing his head on your lap and you could feel a few tears hit your legs, „no matter what your father says.“ You were stroking his braids, no matter how old your children got, they would always be exactly that - your children.

„I should have turned around when I noticed Tiranay, I should have protected her better, Dad is right I have brought shame to our family“, you could hear his voice choke up, and you sighed at the damage his fathers words had left. „Look at me ma‘itan“, you softly but firmly turned his head so he would look at you, „you are anything but. You are a strong warrior, a great older brother and you make me so proud as a mother to have a son like you. This wasn’t your fault. You are not a shame.“ You emphasized the last sentences, his tears starting to subside.

He sat up again, wiping his tears away. „I’m sorry for being such a baby“, he was clearly upset about being so vulnerable. „You should never be sorry for showing emotions, you don’t always have to be the strong fighter. Even your father isn’t all the time“, you smiled and he looked incredulously. „He has his reasons for being the way he is“, you started to explain, you felt he deserved an explanation even if Tsu’tey didn’t really bother (or particularly liked) to talk about his past. Your son looked at you with avid interest, his father had told him lots of battle and war stories but nothing beyond that.

„You know your father was once raised to become the next Olo’eyktan. When my brother and me weren’t even on this planet yet, he was already promised to mate with Neytiris sister - Sylwanin. They were great friends, they were the same age and grew up together in expectancy to mate one day. Your father told me, it was a different kind of love than he felt for me, friendship was their foremost emotion. But he lost her, sky people came and she was killed. And then he was promised to mate with Neytiri, a worthy next Tsahìk. They were also friends, but he was slightly older and they weren’t as close as he was with her sister. And she fell in love with my brother. This didn’t particularly hurt his feelings, I’m sure his pride was slightly wounded, but we were already starting to fall in love by then. And then the Great War came, hometree was destroyed, everything they’ve ever known was gone and he lost many, many of his fellow warriors and friends.“, you tried to convey what his father went through on his life.

„He has lost so much in his life“, your eyes met your sons and he looked saddened by what he learned about his father, „and he is absolutely terrified of losing you or your siblings. That is no excuse for what he said tonight, but you know how he is, he isn’t the best to show you he loves you and that he was worried, so he scolds you.“ Your son sighs, breaking the eye contact and you pushed one of his braids back behind his ear.

„You are so loved okay? Please never forget that“, you smiled when he laid his head onto your shoulder, reminding you of how he would search for comfort in your arms when he was little. You sat there for a few moments, when you felt the woven floor underneath you move slightly. Your son went rigid, and you turned around to see your mate standing at the other side of the hammock. He looked incredibly guilty, and you were glad he came to talk to your son. You could talk all you want, ultimately he needed to hear this from his father.

You encouragingly squeezed Tetsuns hand, carefully getting up to leave them be. You stopped infront of your mate, his eyes hurt and ashamed. „I’m sorry yawne“, he whispered, and you had honestly never seen him so broken. „Just make this right“, you sighed, still a little mad, but already forgiving him in you heart. You squeezed his hand before leaving them to sort this out.

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Your oldest son was still out with his friends, his siblings already sleeping and Tetsun and Tsu’tey hadn’t come back yet. You had taken one of the books you recently borrowed from Norm and used the time for yourself to read in the hammock above your hut. You were tucked away in the right corner of the woven platform, when you heard two people climb up towards your home. You really hoped everything was alright again.

Tsu’tey regretted saying what he said as soon as it left his mouth, and he was glad he could make it right with his son. He knew it was an accident, he was just so incredibly scared for his two children that he exploded and let it out in the wrong way. And you being angry and disappointed in him made his heart sink even further, he couldn’t get the picture of your scolding face out of his head - Tiranay crying in your arms because of the conflict only deepening the frown he was wearing. He knew he had to make this right with you too.

„Good night son“, you could barely hear it from your position up in the trees, a soft smile lighting up your face, glad that your family seemed to have worked through this. You couldn’t hear Tetsuns response, but what you could hear was your mate making his way upwards, towards you. You out your book to the side, sitting up a little when he jumped on the floor and knelt infront of you. He still looked really guilty, his usual scowl on his face.

„Ma tìyawn“, his rough voice laced with so many emotions immediately softened your heart. He already made things right with your son, how could you keep being angry with him, it wasn’t in your nature. You let out little sigh, shuffling to the side and lifting up the thin blanket you were sitting under, so that he could join you. „Come here“, you smiled at him and you could see the tension ease when he realized you weren’t angry.

He sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms and covering you both with the blanket, his cheek on your head and your hands on his chest. „I’m so sorry“, he whispered, „I should have never said that.“ You hummed, comfortable in his strong arms. „Did you make things right with Tetsun?“, you quietly questioned, the fingers that were drawing circles on your back distracting you. „I did, he forgave me, but can you forgive me too?“, he still seemed a little anxious, and you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

„Of course I do, I could never stay mad at you. And I’m sorry for raising my voice at you“, you pulled back a bit so you could look into his face, his scowl was gone and he looked tired. It had been a long and eventful day after all. „Don’t be. You were right to do so, even if I hate it when we fight“, he closed his eyes with a deep sigh, his tail wandering towards yours under the blanket, the appendages wrapping themselves around oneanother.

Now that he was forgiven, by his son and his mate, he was unbelievably comfortable laying there. His mate tugged into him in a tight embrace, safe by his side, and his children sleeping below, he was glad this day turned out so positive in the end. He opened his eyes again, your big, soft ones already watching him. Instead of talking more, he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss.

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You were so, so screwed. You promised your mate not to wander into the forest on your own, but you really needed some torìtu leaves. You ran out of them a few days ago, and you almost always use them on scrape wounds your children have. You thought about asking Tsu’tey to accompany you into the forest, but he was so stressed lately - Zìtei and Zuaìu almost ready to complete their iknimaya - and the plants were found in a generally safe environment.

The location wasn’t dangerous at all - you were right about that - but your clumsiness wasn’t bound to one place. So when a few Syakayuks swung by you were startled and stupidly twisted your ankle, so that you were sitting in the soft moss now, not being able to stand back up. How were you supposed to get back? No one knew you were there, and even if it wasn’t that far from the village you couldn’t crawl all the way could you now. (The ‚monkeys‘ we see in the first movie)

So you sat there in your misery, your ankle slightly swollen and in pain, and waited until your family would notice you weren’t coming back to your home and come searching for you. Damn, you felt pathetic. You had just set sight on a large dead branch on the other side of the clearing you could maybe use as a crutch, when someone broke through the treeline. „Neteyam!“, you called out for your nephew and he whipped around in your direction.

„(Y/N)? What are you doing here?“, he came over to you in confusion and you were so relieved he came by here. „I was collecting torìtu leaves and twisted my ankle“, you sighed and pointed to your swollen foot, „would you mind helping me back to the village?“ „Yes, of course!“, your ever so dutiful nephew hauled you up in his arms before you could protest and you squeaked slightly. „Sorry, sorry“, he grinned and started to walk, you were clutching onto your bag in fear of losing it. You realized he really wasn’t a child anymore, just like your own oldest son, they would probably soon pick mates of their own and start their own families. You swore it was just yesterday that you were cuddling Tsey’tan and Neteyam, while your mate was training and Jake and Neytiri were out.

You talked about his day, he was on his way to meet his brother by the waterfall when he stumbled upon you, and soon you reached the village. „Dad!“, Neteyam called for his father - and your brother - who was standing nearby talking to one of the elders. When he saw you two, he excused himself and made his way to you with a concerned look. Great, as if your own mate wouldn’t go overprotective over this, your brother had to witness it too.

„What happened?“, he scanned your form, and you rolled your eyes. „It’s not that bad, just twisted my ankle“, you calmed him down, but he was still frowning. Only your nephew seemed to find amusement in not being the one on the receiving end of his dads worry. „Give her to me, I’ll bring her to Mo‘at“, Jake took you out of Neteyams arms, „and then go tell Tsu’tey to meet me in the tsahìks tent, you can go to your brother after that.“ „What? No, we don’t need to tell-”, but Neteyam was already gone before you could convince anyone not to tell your mate.

„Do you really think I’m inciting Tsu’teys wrath when he finds out we didn’t tell him? He would find out anyways“, your brother chuckled and you hit his chest, making him give you a (fake) offended look. You two entered Mo‘ats tent, she seemed busy with grinding a paste but looked up right as you came in. „Put her down there“, she instructed the Olo’eyktan and he placed you onto the cot she pointed to.

Tsu’tey had been wondering where you were, you were always waiting for your children (and for him) at home. Tiranay was out with her two oldest brothers and the twins had come back with him. But you weren’t there. „Where is Mom?“, Zuaìu was just as confused as his father. „I’ll look in the hammock“, Zìtei was climbing upwards and downwards in record time, but he just shook his head when he came back down, „she’s not up there either.“

Before they could think about looking for you, Neteyam barged into the hut and Tsu’tey got a really bad feeling in his gut. „What is it Neteyam?“, Zuaìu asked his cousin with furrowed brows. „Dad sent me to tell you that your mother twisted her ankle“, his breath was slightly faster than normal, and when Tsu’tey heard you were hurt, he stepped towards his nephew, towering over the future clan leader.

„Where is she?“, he didn’t mean to, but he looked terrifying to Neteyam, not being able to control his facial expressions. „With Mo‘at“, and with that Tsu’tey was off, the twins on his heels. „Thanks Neteyam!“, Zìtei called over his shoulder, not wanting to lose track of his father.

Mo‘at had just finished bandaging up your ankle (a paste to bring down the swelling already on it) when Tsu’tey and the twins came in. Your brother discreetly slipped out of the tent at the angered look on your mates face, you rolled your eyes at that. The coward. „It’s just a sprained ankle, no need for panic please“, Mo‘at rolled her eyes at your mates obvious protective behaviour, not looking up from your foot though. You smiled at your twins an beckoned them over when the tsahìk got up. „Are you alright sa‘nok?“, Zìtei asked, both of them kneeling next to the cot you were sitting on. You tried to delay meeting your mates gaze, you didn’t want your sons witnessing his anger. You could feel he was still holding it in.

„I’m alright don’t worry.“, you stroked their hair softly, „can you fetch your brothers and sister and go to dinner? We will be with you in a little while.“ They nodded, each pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving the tent. „I will go to dinner too“, Mo‘at excused herself and the moment she was gone, Tsu’tey was next to you on the cot and you finally met his furious eyes.

„How did this happen?“, he still didn’t know you went into the forest against his wishes, but you saw no point in lying. „I needed more torítu leaves“, you started and he immediately growled. „You went into the forest?“, he barked, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles were turning light blue. „I’m sorry, I know I should have told you, but I’m alright am I not? Neteyam found me after a while“, you squeezed his biceps softly, but his eyes were still as hard as ever.

„So you just sat there in the forest near eclipse, not being able to get up, defenseless. What would’ve happened if so much as viperwolf stumbled over you?“, he got up from next to you, towering over your small form and you shrank back. „You promised me you wouldn’t go into the forest alone!“, he was basically shouting now, only keeping his voice down because of how thin the walls were.

You knew he would be angry, but your mate being so furious brought tears to your eyes. You tried to blink them away, not wanting to make even more of a scene as this already was, but he saw them, and the tension in his body fell away. „I don’t- Please yawne I-”, he couldn’t find the words, but he knew he needed to comfort you first anyway, sinking down again and carefully pulling you into his arms. You took a shaky breath, your tears not spilling after all, and clung onto his big hands for comfort.

„I’m sorry I went into the forest, I just didn’t want to bother you“, you were so quiet, and he felt so guilty for exploding on you like that. He was getting really good at controlling his protective side most of the time, but now and then the fear of losing you overwhelmed him. „I’m sorry I yelled, I just can’t help but think about the horrible things that could have happened to you, and that I wouldn’t have been able to save you“, his forehead was pressed against your temple, his lips ghosting over your cheekbone.

„I won’t do it again“, you sighed, turning your head and gently kissing him. He hummed and pulled you back in when you tried to shuffle back slightly, a smile spreading over your face. „Does it hurt?“, he asked after he finally let go of your lips, his hands stroking your waist. „Only when I try to stand on it, Mo’at said I should be fine in two weeks“, you layed your head on his shoulder, his closeness soothing you after the fight you just had.

„I won’t leave your side for the next two weeks then“, he pushed your hair behind your ear, and you giggled. „We’ll see about that“, you interlaced your fingers with his, „let’s go to dinner for now, our children are waiting.“ He grunted and you took that as agreement.

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Today had been one of the rare days you had the time to visit Norm in the scientist camp. You saw him in the village at least once a week, but your visits to the human encampment were rare. Having five children does that to you. He was so excited to show you his newest discovery, a flower that was growing in the caves in the hallelujah mountains. He didn’t know that much about it yet, but he told you the bioluminescent essence seemed to be something like a natural super glue. Additionally you used the opportunity to exchange some of your borrowed books for a few new ones, you had already filled your bag with your favorite copies.

„I can’t believe the twins passed their iknimaya already, I feel like it was yesterday that I was teasing you about your crush on Tsu’tey“, Norm laughed, you two had strayed from the scientific topics to your lives. „Shut up!“, you laughed with him, kneeling on the floor next to the human because of your size, „but you’re right, it’s crazy to think we went from going to university together, to living on a foreign planet isn’t it?“ „Especially you, snatching up the toughest warrior and a having a family“, he jokingly punched your arm and you acted wounded.

Suddenly you heard commotion coming from the main part of the complex, you and Norm exchanging worried looks. „Where is she?“, as soon as you heard the voice, you rolled your eyes. Norm on the other hand was getting nervous, no matter how many times he met your mate, Tsu’tey always intimidated the human - even in his Na‘vi form. „I’m here!“, you called out, not wanting him to make scene. You wondered why he was here, but when you looked outside, you noticed it was dark already. Uh oh. „We forgot the time, didn’t we?“, Norm seemed to have read your thoughts, and you were already bracing yourself for an annoyed Tsu’tey.

He crouched into the room through the doorframe, and as anticipated he was scowling. „I‘m sorry, I totally forgot the time ma Tsu’tey“, you smiled soothingly, but he scoffed, eyeing the human next to you in disdain. You didn’t know why he seemed to dislike Norm, but he generally didn’t like any males that were near you so maybe that was it. „See you next week at the feast, right?“, you squeezed your friends shoulder as a goodbye, knowing Tsu’tey wouldn’t be happy if you hugged him right now.

Norm was nodding frantically, the longer your mate stared at him with those fear inducing eyes, the more nervous he became. You got up, waving and stepping next to your mate. Tsu’tey wrapped his tail around your thigh and his arm around your waist, making sure everyone knew you were his. You left it uncommented and led him out of the science complex, all the other humans had already moved to different rooms, they were all pretty terrified of your mate. When you were back in the forest, the bioluminescence providing some light and the science camp out of sight, you stopped.

He was too quiet, something was bothering him. „What is it my love?“, your hand were gripping his biceps gently, both of his arms encircling your waist now. „I don’t like you being away from me for so long“, he growled, scowl on his face and grip on you tightening, „especially not when you spent the time with that tawtute instead.“ You couldn’t suppress your smile. „Are you really jealous of Norm?“, your thumbs were stroking his skin, his muscles flexing underneath, tail on your thigh moving slightly.

„He makes you laugh, and you have so much to talk about“, you were surprised he was honestly bothered by this, he almost seemed a little insecure. „Tsu’tey look at me“, your hands softly gripped his jaw and his eyes hesitantly met yours. „Norm is a good friend, but he will always be just that - a friend. It is you who I see, who I love, who I belong to“, you were looking up at him through your lashes, and his eyes widened slightly, before they became heated.

„I know you belong to me, I would never let you go don’t worry yawne. It still bothers me“, he scoffed, „Maybe I need to remind you a little that you do belong to me.“ He smirked and you blushed, your tweng growing moist immediately, it had been too long since he touched you. „Mhm seems like you would like that, maybe we can sneak away later tonight“, he grinned and gave you a promising kiss.

Turned out he wouldn’t get a chance to fulfill his promise that night. Your daughter was crying when she came home with Tsey’tan, she had a fight with Tuk and only was able to fall asleep in your arms. „Tomorrow?“, you apologetically smiled at your mate, and he just took you both into his arms. „Sure tìyawn“, he kissed your temple and you fell asleep like that.

It was the next afternoon, your sons were out with the hunting party (their father had stayed behind for obvious reasons) and your daughter was playing with Tuk, whom she had made up with. Tsu’tey was currently unlacing your top, his lips peppering kisses down your neck. „Eywa, it has been too long since I came inside your tight little pussy“, he groaned and his teeth left little marks all over your breasts, but when his hand slipped down into your loincloth, you were interrupted.

„Sa’nok, sempul! Come quick Zìtei has been injured!“, you winced in shock, quickly putting your breast cover back on and the tall warrior above you groaned in frustration. „Why did that skxawng needed to get hurt right now“, he rolled off of you with a grunt and you lightly slapped his shoulder, sitting up. „Don’t say that! Come on, we will find time eventually“, Tsu’tey scoffed unhappily, but followed you down the tree to where your eldest son had called from.

The last three days had been so busy, you and Tsu’tey had no chance at sneaking of together at all. Your mate was growing seriously frustrated, and you were getting needier too. You had never gone this long without having sex, and you really missed having him so close. But today it seemed like you had a free morning, your sons had taken your daughter to the waterfalls and you and Tsu’tey wanted to sneak of to the hammock he built for you a little away from the village, so this time nobody could interrupt you.

He had his strong arm around your waist and his tails around your thigh, pulling you with him hastily, his impatience making you laugh. „What, you think this is funny?“, he scowled at you, but the mischievous glance in his eyes told you he wasn’t really mad. „I just like seeing you so needy“, you giggled and softly kissed his shoulder. „Trust me, this ‚neediness‘ means you’re really in for it ma mate“, he growled in your ear, making them twitch, your tail swishing behind you in anticipation.

You almost made it into the treeline when your brothers voice interrupted you. „(Y/N)!“, Jake called out for you, a relieved look on his face when he saw you. Tsu’tey went rigid next to you, he couldn’t believe you were interrupted again! He had a hard-on for the last few days, every time he saw you he could only think about bending you over and taking what’s his, but you kept getting disturbed!

„What is it Jake?“, you smiled up at him when he came to a stop next to you two. Eventhough you were probably just as needy as your mate, you could never be rude to anyone because of it. „Mo’at is busy, and Tuk stepped into something slightly poisonous, Neytiri doesn’t know what to do, can you please take a look?“, he hesitated for a moment to ask you, your mate glaring at him with a frown on his face.

„Of course“, you nodded for him to lead the way, kissing Tsu’tey goodbye with a guilty look on your face. „I’m so sorry ma Tsu’tey“, you whispered so your brother couldn’t hear, and with a deep sigh the frown melted off his face. „It’s alright, go help Tuk, that’s more important“, he pushed you to follow the Olo’eyktan slightly, watching your ass sway when you turned around and left. He couldn’t take this much longer.

He would finally, finally get to be alone with you this night. He had instructed Tsey’tan to take charge for the evening, and swept you away to fuck you in your hammock in the forest. „No one will stop me tonight yawne, trust me“, he held you so tight and his voice was so possessive, your loincloth immediately started to get soaked with your slick. But again, right as you were about to break the treeline, a voice stopped you. „Hey (Y/N)!“, it was Norm, the poor scientist having no idea what kind of frustration was bubbling under the skin of the tall Na’vi next to you. Even in his Avatar, Norm was dwarfed by your mate.

„Hey Norm“, you greeted him, Tsu’tey next to you huffing impatiently. „I’m so glad I caught you! I need to show you this new plant I found! Me and max went to-”, your friend was interrupted by a rough grunt. Norm winced, seemingly only now noticing the angry male beside you - once he was engulfed in his research he didn’t notice what was going on around him much. „You can do that tomorrow, sky demon“, Tsu’tey had enough of the constant interruptions, he hoisted you up over his shoulders, a surprised gasp leaving you and your friend was left standing there dumbfounded.

„Tsu’tey that was rude!“, you scolded him, holding onto his back for dear life. You were a little embarrassed that Norm witnessed this, but a more primal part of you was getting all hot and bothered at your mates display of dominance and strength. „I don’t give a fuck, I told you no one will stop me tonight and I meant it“, his voice was rough, and when you reached the tree the hammock was located in, he finally set you down. You staggered slightly from being manhandled like that, and he stabilized you with his hands on your waist.

He urged you to climb the tree before him, and you scrambled up into your hammock at the top as fast as you could. As soon as you stood on the woven floor of the hammock, your mate was behind you, turning you around and picking you up again. Your legs wound around his hips, and his hard bulge was already rubbing against your covered core, a gasp leaving your mouth.

Tsu’tey could smell you all the way here, you scolded him for being rude, but he knew it turned you on. He laid you down gently on the plantfibre pillows in the corner and settled between your legs. He immediately captured your lips in a passionate kiss, he was craving your touch and your closeness. When you needed to breath he ripped of your top and started sucking on your nipples, his teeth scraping against your hard bud occasionally, and the grip you consequently established on his braids made him growl, his bulge rutting against the floor for some friction.

„Tsu’tey“, you mewled when he switched to the other side, your slick had already completely drenched your tweng and you just wanted him even closer. „Need you closer, please“, you whined, and you felt him take your queue, quickly making tsaheylu and the familiar shudder went through both of you. „Missed this so much“, you whispered, his lips trailing kisses down to where you needed him most distracting you.

„Me too, I will never go that long without mating with you again“, he purred, happy now that he was so close to burying his face where he wanted to for weeks. He ripped off your tweng too, the cool night air hitting your swollen and wet pussy making a shiver run through you, and he pulled your legs over his shoulder before his tongue buried itself in your slick entrance.

Even after all these years, the texture of his tongue seemed to make you go feral. He loved how unrestrained you got when he ate you out, and he loved your taste, your soft thighs caging in his head making him feel like he could stay there forever. Everytime his nose caught your clit, you clenched around his tongue that was still writhing inside of you, and he could feel you were getting closer through tsaheylu. He was surprised you were approaching your high so quickly, but then again it felt like forever since he made you cum the last time.

„Please m-ma mate I’m going to-”, your voice broke at the end, his thick fingers replacing his tongue, which was now circling your clit. „Cum for me tìyawn, cum for me so I can finally fuck this tight pussy“, he groaned and sucked on your nub, on particular curl of his fingers pushing you over the edge and your thighs almost suffocated the poor man between them, but he didn’t mind. „Oh Tsu’tey!“, you moaned, clenching around his fingers, your high burning through your body in record time.

When you called his name while cumming, he wondered how he ever went that long without this. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, he couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste, but when you started to twitch from the sensitivity and pushed at his head slightly whimpering, he pulled his fingers out and kissed his way back up, until he was hovering above your panting form. „I see you ma (Y/N)“, he hummed, his forehead on yours and a blissful smile only your lips. „I see you“, you whispered, your legs wrapping around his hips and your hands taking of his loincloth, relishing in the familiar feeling of his thick blue cock slapping against your stomach when it was freed.

Some of his precum leaked onto your belly and you scooped it up with your finger, making eyecontact before sucking it off. The slight salty taste made you hum, and your mate above you lost all composure, moaning deeply and grabbing your thigh in his large hand, maneuvering his hips so his head slipped into you. „Fuck, I can’t wait to cum inside of you, need my scent to be all over you, need to breed you“, he grumbled, his eyes screwed shut while he slipped inside entirely.

No matter how often you mated, he always seemed to stretch you again. When he didn’t move you whimpered slightly, your tail curling around his arms, squeezing the bulging muscle and he groaned. „Please move yawne“, you moaned, and he pulled back before thrusting into you again, his head brushing your cervix slightly. You held onto his biceps once he found a faster rhythm, the hammock shaking slightly with his thrusts and his head buried in your neck nipping at your soft skin.

He grunted against your neck, a shiver running through you and when he angled your hips a little more downwards, he managed to thrust even deeper into you, his balls slapping against your ass with every powerful thrust. His balls were so heavy, he hadn’t cum inside of you for so long there was so much packed in them, he couldn’t wait to fill you with all of it, the thought alone making his movements more forceful.

Your tits rubbing against his pecs made the coil in your stomach tighten, you could feel yourself leaking all over his dick. „Mhm you’re going to cum on my cock ma muntxa? Going to fill you good with my cum, all just for you“, he moaned when you clenched around him, his veiny dick battering your insides and catching onto your spongey spot with every thrust. „Oh Eywa, I’m going to-”, you interrupted yourself with a scream, his hand rubbing your clit suddenly and you exploded around him.

You were basically chanting his name while you held onto him, convulsing and arching your back and he swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. All just because of him, all for him, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Your small hands on his biceps squeezed, you were so slick and hot around him and he rutted into you a few more times, thrusting up into you as much as possible. His head was nestled right against your cervix, his balls tightened and with a guttural growl he finally came.

You could feel his hot cum rush into your womb, you were still coming down from your high and the sheer amount that was filling you prolonged your orgasm significantly. You swore he had never cum this much inside of you, but then again you two had never gone so long without eachother. He panted in your neck and he was twitching inside of you, the flow of his seed ceasing. He was so deep inside of you, that nothing spilled out though, most of it locked securely inside your womb.

He was purring, finally satisfied and your soft walls fluttering around him made him hold you tighter. „Mhm“, you hummed, your hands softly massaging his scalp and he kissed your neck gently. „I‘m so glad you’re mine, and so thankful for the family you gave me“, he whispered, his lips brushing your collarbone and you were beaming. You loved how emotional he got after mating, tsaheylu making everything even more intense. „I couldn’t wish for a better, happier life, I love you and our children so much“, you breathed and he knew what the words ‚I love you‘ meant to humans, eventhough you rarely said them - opting instead for the Na‘vi version ‚I see you‘. He shifted slightly, a rare gentle smile on his face when he looked down at you.

„I love you too“, his lips found yours, the intimate position you were in warming your heart. „Tì‘i‘avay krrä“, he promised, sometimes he still couldn’t believe the way his life turned out so amazing. „Forever ma Tsu’tey“, you hummed and he turned you both around, so you could stay interlocked, but he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. He just wanted to hold you close, enjoying your time as a mated pair alone. (Forever/Until the end of time)

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So this was definitely the last part of this story, they can live happily ever after now ahahah <3 I would really appreciate some feedback, my last Tsu’tey piece didn’t get any comments and I’m wondering what I should write differently - let me know what you think! If you wanna be tagged also let me know <3

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notjustjavierpena · 8 months

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Perfect

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent. The first part of dark and twisted sugar daddy Joel. Beware of the tags. This is NOT okay behavior.

Summary: Joel Miller, a walking menace, buys you pretty things in exchange for shoving his cock in you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, dub-con, painful and rough sex, p in v sex, degradation, abusive behavior, creampie, dirty talk, dacryphilia, no aftercare, sugar daddy, daddy kink

Word count: 1.9k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49786882

Perfect

You stand in front of the full-body mirror to hold up a pair of golden earrings to your ears, catching the way the beautiful droplet-shaped diamonds hanging from the bottom reflect in the chandelier’s light. You crinkle your nose immediately, snobbishly, and put them down in their designated spot in your vanity’s drawer.

You’ve acquired a particular taste for pretty things over the last few months. The people at the reception he is taking you to would probably fawn over the price of the earrings that you have just discarded but when money isn’t worth worrying about, all the pairs in your collection become a matter of taste instead of flash.

You settle on a simple pair of small, thick gold hoops. They fit the blood-red dress perfectly, which you smooth out with your manicured hands to erase any flaw that he doesn’t deserve. Not when he has been so good to you, and saved you from being a victim to everyday tedious work and boredom.

The hoops dangle slightly as you move to sit in front of the vanity. They are only a few weeks old and handmade by a goldsmith that had been recommended to you. The man, old and experienced, had created them from nothing right before your eyes, and whilst they had only been one out of many extravagant gifts during the short trip to France, they had stuck out the most and have since become your favorites.

“I was hopin’ you would choose those tonight,” Joel’s voice suddenly washes over your unsuspecting form. You jump slightly but accept every crash like they are heaven. You find his eyes in the mirror, smile softly at him but he seems too busy weighing his words to smile back.

He strides across the carpeted floor and you can hear that he has yet to put on shoes. Soon, you feel his calloused hands rest on your bare shoulders, thumbs starting to rub circles into your skin whilst you try concentrating on putting on lipstick. His hands are warm and rough, palms belonging to someone who is hardworking and respected.

“I got ya something,” he adds after a moment of admiring the sight of you getting ready. You turn your head to look up at him with doe-eyes but he cups your chin to turn your face back to the mirror, “Close your eyes.”

You do as you are told, placing your hands in your lap like an obedient thing. Your hearing works overtime when you hear shuffling behind you, Joel digging into his pocket and fumbling with something for a moment.

An impatient noise leaves you.

“Don’t look or ya won’t get it,” he warns softly.

You gasp as metal hits your skin, and you immediately know that it is a necklace. You open your eyes to watch it hang around your neck in the mirror, a hand coming up to touch it. It feels warm from having been in Joel’s hand, and when your eyes drop to look at it properly, you smile shyly. It is absolutely breathtaking.

“It’s beautiful,” you study its small gold links and the gold cylinder that lays right over your jugular notch. It is so simple and elegant, “Thank you, Joel.”

“I need you to be perfect tonight,” he tells you instead of saying that you are welcome. The necklace comes with an expectation then.

“You just worry about the other guests, and I’ll worry about looking beautiful,” you joke and go back to fixing your red lipstick with a Q-tip.

“Is this a joke to you?” Joel asks, voice harsh out of nowhere.

Your heart jumps in your chest, “What? No.”

“Then why are you actin’ like it?” His nostrils flare.

“I wasn’t—“

“Shut up.”

His large palm settles between your shoulder blades and then he roughly pushes you forward. Your elbows bang into the surface of your vanity, head nearly knocking into the mirror at the surprise of his shove. It almost feels like it already has with the way your head swims.

He goes rougher in his push and everything on top comes tumbling down; makeup brushes, a tray of nail polish, jewelry boxes, and even an expensive new bottle of perfume that luckily doesn’t break because it is saved by the soft carpet.

Your hands scramble for something to hold onto. Joel lets out a condescending laugh behind you, but he doesn’t give you time to regain your composure.

He kicks the vanity chair out from underneath you which tumbles to the side, and your knees hit the floor as a result. It causes you to sob but instead of cussing him out, you stay silent and thank God that your chosen dress will be able to cover the bruises that will appear soon.

“I was just finishing getting ready,” you try to make him show mercy the second he hauls you up to stand on your feet. He holds you against the table with his iron grip and when he puts one foot between yours, you can feel his hardening cock press into the back of your thigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“I said shut the fuck up,” he growls, free hand sliding around the front of your throat to cup your chin once again. He yanks your head upwards so he can look at you in the mirror as he speaks, “If you’re gonna misbehave, you fuckin’ take what I give ya instead of givin’ me excuses.”

You don’t try to argue that you had meant nothing by your comment. Whatever Joel says is what goes when he is angry, and at this point of your interaction you know better than to take his words as anything else but gospel. The game is over for you, and it was long before he even entered the bedroom. It’s been over since he fucked your lights out the first time.

“No!” You squeak as the stitching of your dress rips when Joel’s hand curls around the hem to pull it up your thighs. He doesn’t seem to care about the fact that it was tailored to you just days ago, ruining it without batting his eyes.

The hand on your chin comes up to cover your mouth. You whimper pathetically into his palm, shaking your head as he tauntingly tears the seams of your dress even more.

Finally, he settles it around your shaking hips. You are wet already due to the power, the carelessness, the harsh nature of his every move. He sighs in annoyance at the sight of your garter belt, “You make things so fuckin’ difficult f’me.”

A finger curls around your lace panties, and he tugs until they also come apart under his touch. You had wanted to give him a show when you had gotten home later, but he is spoiling the surprise with every passing second. Spoiling it by destroying it.

“Please, Joel,” you say but it is muffled into his hand.

“The more ya struggle, the less I’ll care,” he says simply and you still in his grip. When he is satisfied with his work on your clothes, removing any barrier that’ll separate his cock from your cunt, he moves to undo his belt and zipper. A grunt leaves his lips as the cool air of the room hits the sensitive skin of his dick.

He shoves inside of you without warning with an animalistic sound. It stings painfully as he forces your walls to adjust to him, but you soothe yourself by biting down on the flesh of his palm. He responds by digging his hand further into your mouth, forcing it open even more until your jaw strains.

When he starts fucking you harshly, you know for a fact that by the end of this, you will have to start getting ready all over again. You cannot see the red lipstick in the mirror, but you know it is smeared since its taste mixes with the salt of Joel’s skin. Your eyes sting too, wet mascara dripping into them as you cry from the intensity of what is happening to your body.

He knows you like it like this, you try to convince yourself, he’d never continue if you didn’t like it.

“Don’t you ever have the audacity to talk back to me again,” he spits venomously, picking up his pace. The edge of the table gnaws into the front of your thighs, and he seems to keep going deeper despite kissing your cervix with every thrust, “That ain’t how this thing works. I don’t want to hear another disrespectful word comin’ out ya mouth when I pay you to be nothing outside of me. You are fuckin’ nothing.”

Tears of frustration and grief fall from your eyes despite the growing pressure in your lower abdomen. A strong hand settles on your hips. Joel grinds his pelvis into you with a force that makes the table shake, a few other decoration pieces falling off. Your cunt throbs at the thought of him making it up to you by letting you choose new pretty items to replace the broken ones. You push back into him.

“Hah, you dumb slut,” he taunts, landing a painful slap on the curve of your ass. You clench around him at the impact and he nearly becomes unable to finish his sentence, “You love Daddy’s cock that much when it makes you cry?”

You nod frantically.

“That’s right,” he says over your shoulder, “Good girl takin’ me every way I want.”

His own moans start to interrupt his speech. He grows more silent, more concentrated on fucking you open until you might collapse.

You can barely stand anymore, but he shifts to hold your hips with both his hands. As the hand leaves your mouth, you realize how vocal you have become because your screams bounce off the walls and come back at you with a mocking undertone. Look at what he has reduced you to. You are sure the staff can hear you too. Any newcomers will be in the middle of getting talked out of calling the police right now.

Your every muscle aches by now. He has you on your tippy toes with how hard he goes, and your body cannot fight it anymore. The coil in your belly is just about to snap.

“I’m gonna— gonna come, Daddy.”

“I knew you would, baby, my perfect girl,” he praises to the point where your stomach swirls with excitement and joy. He lets you come without being mean to you, watching your thighs as they shake and your eyes as they weep fresh tears from relief.

Your fluttering cunt sends him over the edge too. He speaks filthy nonsense, pulsating inside of you until you feel his load spill down your folds from how much he fills you. He pants softly whilst you milk him, aggression seeping from him as he comes down from his high.

“Thank you,” you sob quietly, “Thank you, thank you.”

“Clean up this mess,” he orders after pulling out, one last stab at you, “Staff shouldn’t be responsible for your dirty doin’.”

You fall to your knees as he starts tucking himself back into his dress pants. Your cheek rests on the cool surface of the vanity, and you actively avoid the puddle of saliva you’ve created there.

“We’re leaving in half an hour,” he says before leaving you to the sound of nothing but your heaving breaths and his come dripping from your cunt.

Later, after choosing a dress that’s nowhere as beautiful as the red one, you notice a generous number has been inserted into your bank account. He scoffs a ‘perfect’ when you meet him in the garage.

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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- ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɪʀ;

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 | breeding w/ detective!Satoru Gojo

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | established relationship (married), breeding/talk of pregnancy, calling each other various nicknames of baby daddy/baby mama/princess, teasing/pleading/begging, cockwarming, lingerie, food play - chocolate hearts, pussy eating, breeding, hints at round two, clit rubbing during cool-down period, squirting, praise

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There is a sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla coming from the wax warmer. While there is slow music difts from the speaker sitting on top the dresser. Where there are sprinkles of red, white, and pink rose petals.

Roses which are scattered about the rest of the room. Which is alight in a golden glow, from the clusters of pink heart-shaped candles. While, the dimmed overhead light is bright enough for you to see

Over the years Satoru's romantic gestures haven't faded. Causing you to fall in love with your best friend, partner and husband more every day.

Satoru stands at the edge of your bed. With his cock dipping slightly underneath the weight of the chocolate heart-shaped candy resting on top of his head. The rest of the candies are in the box Satoru is holding, along with a beautiful necklace.

The words, I love you on one side of the heart. Your eyes widen as you recognize the necklace. As the one on display in that cute shop in Paris. Which you visited while vacationing with Satoru a month ago. After Satoru decided a vacation was needed after the stressful solved case.

Satoru suggests, “How's a gift and some sweets from your sugar bear?” Shifting closer to the edge of the rose-petal-covered bed. To softly grab his cock, holding it still as you drag your tongue along the bottom of his cock.

The way his breathy hitches before he groans as your pussy tingling. Softly crooning to him, "You're so handsome, romantic, and sweet, Toru, I love you too." His cheeks flush from the praise.

Thick pre-cum pearls on his tip before sliding down. You admit, "I love waking up next to you every morning, going to work with you. I need your warm hugs, and I can't get over how you smile and laugh into some of our kisses." The pink hue of his cheeks turns red.

Spreading your legs wider for Satoru to step in between. As you glide your tongue over his cock head's small slit, groaning from the sweetness of his pre-cum. Because Satoru eats fruits to make sure he tastes good for you. Since he loves the way you

Satoru's voice is breathy with a raspy undertone as he expresses, "I want to make you my baby mama so badly. I keep thinking about your breasts swelling with your belly. I want to come home to you with our baby." The thought had been crossing your mind.

Satoru would make a wonderful dad, and you want to make him a dilf. Trailing kisses down his v line, to his short patch of white hair. Biting down softly, a tremor runs through Satoru's body.

Stopping to warn him, "Keep still, so you don't ruin my chocolate." Looking into his sparkling baby blue eyes, purring in between kisses. "I want to make you a daddy Toru." Sinking in your teeth in deeper as he struggles to keep still.

He gasps, "Fuck!" Before adding, "I want to be your baby daddy, make your belly swell and your tits drip with milk. I've been thinking of sucking on your soft tits while you jerk me off. I love how soft your hand feels around my cock." Satoru has always been touch sensitive.

Writhing and trembling, with his toes curling, making the chocolate wobble again. Before he grabs your hair and stills himself. The lines of his abs deepen as he tenses up, fighting the urge to move.

Rubbing your clit through your lacy panties. Causing Satoru to wonder, "Am I turning you on sweet mama, you need your pretty pussy rubbed?" Pushing your panties to the side, slipping one finger past into your wet heat.

Deciding easily, "I want your pretty face between my face, please Daddy Toru take care of your pussy." Holding your slick coated finger up for Satoru while the chocolate off the tip of Satoru's cock. Softly moaning at its sweetness as Satoru leans down, slipping his cock out of your grasp.

He leans down kissing you softly, the tip of his nose brushes your's. While he runs his tongue along your bottom lip and out of habit you part your lips. He quickly slips his tongue into your mouth. While you gasp from shock, as he steals from of the chocolate from your mouth.

Wrapping his lips around your finger after swallowing his half of the chocolate. He proclaims, "Tastes so good mixing with your sweet pussy. I want to rub the chocolates between your lips and eat both." Crouching down while setting the box of chocolate down next to you on the bed.

Grabbing the necklace out from the center. As he adds, "This would look prettier if your beautiful self is wearing it." Slipping both his hands around your neck, connecting the small clasp. Letting the heart rest softly on your chest.

Pushing softly on your shoulder, encouraging you, "Lay down for me to eat your pretty pussy out swet mama." Laying back, with your legs dangling off the bed. As Satoru slips your panties down your legs. Which he places over his shoulders, trailing sloppy wet kisses along the inside of one thigh.

Halfway along Satoru switches to your other thigh, biting down softly. As you reflexiving jerk, twisting your hips down onto the bed. While reaching down and grabbing a hanful of his soft hair.

Expressing with a groan, "Such a pretty princess pussy. Hmm I want to fill her full of cum and play with her clit till she twitching from overstimulation." Some of the chocolate smears between your lips.

Licking the remnants of chocolate before popping the candy in his mouth. Loudly groaning, as he spreads your lips apart. Looking inside to watch you clench around nothing. Before he slips one finger, knuckle deep past your lips.

Curling his finger, massaging the soft spot, Satoru says, "It's good I bought another box, which has the matching earrings and bracelet. You can wear it on our dinner date tomorrow night." Satoru likes to pick your outfits occasionally.

Dressing you always to your taste in flattering clothes for him to rip off later. His outfit is always coordinated regardless if he picks it. And he has to get pictures of both of you together.

You've grown to treasure his love of memory capturing. Since there are countless photos marking various moments between both of you that you adore looking back on.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, pushing another finger inside of you. Spreading his large fingers apart inside of you occasionally. Working on loosening your pussy to comfortably take all of him.

Slowly pumping his fingers, keeping them in pace with the circling of his tongue on your clit. While he groans, ensuring the vibrations make your clit tingle. As rubs your sweet spot, building the tension in your body.

Dragging your nails through Satoru's fluffy hair. Whimpering, "You're tongue and fingers feel soooonnngggfuck. Toru, daddy, toru please!" He speeds up the pace of his fingers, while adding more pressure onto your clit. While you grind and rock your hips.

Your pussy flutters, squeezing his fingers. He pulls away from your clit, while swishing his fingers, crooning, "Are you going to make me a daddy and let me fill your pretty princess pussy up?." Every stroke of his long, thick fingers along your squishy pussy drove you closer to that glorious peak.

Pleading, "Let me make you a handsome daddy please Toru. I want to fill your warm cum spilling deep inside me. Please Toru!"

Satoru expresses in awe, "You look so beautiful when you're about to cum." Sucking your clit, flicking it with his warm flat tongue. The tension in your gut snaps, as warm thick cream gushes onto his fingers.

Switching his fingers for his tongue instead. Lapping up your cum with a loud groan while rubbing your clit. Letting go of his hair and grabbing fist fulls of the blanket and rose petals.

Quickly grabbing your hip, pulling you back down crooning, "Then why are run away from me when I'm trying to make you my mama. Is daddy being too much for you?" His voice drops,

"That's so fucking hot. You think you're ruined now, mmm." He chuckles, "I didn't think I would have such a breeding kink but the thought of filling you up is making me feral." Slipping his tongue inside you, pumping it quickly.

His tongue is long enough to I love you so much, I want to make you my baby mama. Every day I see your pretty princess pussy I think about how beautiful she looks dripping my cum. I want to stuff my cum back inside with every drop that drips." Kissing the inside of your thighs.

Satoru adores talking about your pussy to you. You couldn't get enough of how he treats your pussy, talking about that part of you like a person. It always sends sweet, tingles throughout your pussy. While making your mind go blank, as you focus purely on the sensations.

Satoru asks, "Can you open up chocolate for me, I need another one soaked in your sweet pussy juices." Grabbing one out of the box, pausing halfway through unwrapping it. As intense, toe-curling pleasure consumes you.

Your pussy spams around his tongue which he pushes past your lips with a groan. As he rubs your sensitive clit faster. And for a moment you forget what you have in your hands.

Grinding your hips on his face, babbling, "Wanna be your pretty baby mama, please your such a handsome daddy Toru, I need you to cum in me. Make my belly swell with your cock, cum, and babies." Greediness for that mind-numb, consuming pleasure overriding the overstimulation that had you pulling away before. As Satoru slips his tongue out, you whine in protest while he reminds you,

"The chocolate my love?" Unwrapping it the rest of the way and holding it down to Satoru. Who lets go of your hip, taking the sweet from you and nudging it between your wet lips. As he keeps his strokes consistent on your clit.

Satoru gaze slips over your lingerie-covered body. The soft flowing skirt bunched up around your hips. While the upper lace shows up glimpses of your pretty nipples. As it hugs your waist and stomach, giving him the perfect outline of your beautiful body.

Smiling lovingly while admiring you, Satoru tells you, "Cum on the candy for me make it even sweeter." Clear cum trickles from your pussy. Before coming out in thicker spurts. As your pussy spasms around nothing. As Satoru slips the chocolate into his mouth.

Chewing it while watching the last spurts of your cum. As he rubs your clit slower, while you tremble. As you squeeze your thighs together the best you can with them being over Satoru's shoulders. Until he pulls his hand away, slipping your legs off his shoulders.

Ripping the lingerie off of you with ease, he lets you take a moment to bask in the afterglow of cumming twice. Standing up and dropping the scraps on the ground, while murmuring,

"Good girl squirting for me." Wrapping his hand around the hard cock, smearing your slick along his length. While some of his pre-cum drips onto the floor. He croons,

"She's going to be so sensitive, how do you want me to fuck her? Soft, slow and sweet, taking my time savoring how she flutters around me." Unable to wait any longer, Satoru nudges his cock head past your lips.

Pinning your thighs by your side as you drag your nails down his chest with each inch Satoru gives you. Till his navel is rubbing your clit, and his cockhead is rubbing your cervix.

Satoru groans, "Squeezing me trying to milk my cock of all my cum." The pink scratching on his pale chest makes you grin. As Satoru remarks,

"You like marking your baby daddy up, how about you leave some hickeys on my neck." Curling his back, hunching his tall self over your short body. While tilting his head to the side for you to sink your teeth into.

His hips shutter with jerky short thrusts as you suck on the sweet spot of his neck. Groaning as you clench Satoru while he digs his nails into your thighs while grunting, "You feel too damn good, so wet and hot, drowning my cock, soaking my balls. While moaning like that in my ear, princess you're going to make me cum too quickly."

Whimpering, "Go ahead fill your pussy up, please sugar daddy let me feel your thick warm cum deep in my guts. Please cum! Nngg please let me cum again, your cock feels so nngg! Please cum, wanna cum, please cummm, wannnng!" You're momentarily stuck moaning the same thing over. Till your moans become unintelligible while Satoru's thick hot cum spills inside of you.

Satoru pulls himself up, straightening his back out, looming over you. While your hands stay looped around his neck. And you are grateful for the sight of Satoru's face above you as he cums inside your pussy.

He's so beautiful with strands of snow-white hair falling into ocean-blue eyes. While his flush pink cheeks match the color of his plush lips. His eyes roll back. He whines, "Yourhotpussynneedmore." His words slur together as he keeps pumping his hips.

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bellamoi22 · 2 years

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#v necklace #v shaped necklace #v shaped diamond necklace

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jordynbreeloa777 · 2 months

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Can you tell me the things that you've manifested?

Take love 💖

Hi anon! Also im not FULLY DONE with all my “big” manifestations i have manifested a lot in my journey! LONG POST AHEAD👀

sharp jawline, high defined cheekbones, slim face, overall 0 face fat, and a L, V shaped jawline. I lovee that I manifested this one because people literally ask me if I do mewing, and how my jawline is so sharp I manifested this with subliminals, even though I kinda already had a defined face I definitely enhanced it to the max ✨

thicker, fuller, better shaped brows. I think I mentioned this in one of my last post but I also manifested this with subliminals & robotic affirmations, this is probably my biggest one since I manifest it in a day 😭 I swear before my eyebrows was so thin, didn’t fit my face, and was giving pencil. But now it’s so pretty and my mom always tells me “ you always look like you got your eyebrows done” and “ did you brush your brows today?” 💈🎀

smaller nostrils. Which also I used subliminals, there is a visible change in my nose as the nostrils go more /\ instead of () which I love and the tip is more rounded, im not really done with this though because I may manifest a desired nose shape instead of just smaller👀

lips, this one is kinda self explanatory but I manifested plumper lips, pinker, and pointy lip corners also by subliminals 👄

clear skin, which I love because my skin use to have tiny bumps, but it’s clear and even though I manifested this a while ago it still IS! my friend asked me for my skincare rountine which was literally a affirmation in the subliminal 🫣

hair. I’m not done with this, but my hair definitely got much thicker then it was before 💇🏽‍♀️

lashes. My lashes are thicker, but im not done with this eitherr because I want them to be a little longer so half succes story ig 🫶🏽

‘TEETH. I have braces, so I didn’t manifest teeth change, because obviously the braces is already fixing my teeth plus I love how they look on me, but I manifested white teeth 🦷

~BODY TEAA⏳

less neck lines, I got these because of fake necklaces and it made me not like it so I manifested it away💋

strong, defined, collar bones, I already had this but I enhanced it and it’s so much more noticeable!

arms. I manifested slimmer, toner, longer arms ( I already had long arms but again I enhanced them)

fingers & nails. This one is kinda big, but my nails are so long and strong even my toe nails 😭 But I cut them ofc and my fingernails break because of sports so I may manifest them to never break even though they grow SUPER fast💨

flat stomach, which I manifested using subliminals it’s literally like paper, but I may manifest for it to still be flat when I get bloated because your girl still likes to buss down food🤗

thicker thighs. My thighs don’t have a gap, and there a little toned which I lovee (also subs)✨

bigger booty meatt- this may be tmi but I had to add it. I may manifest it to be bigger but y’all… it be showing. literally my friends be harassing me everytime I wear dresses😒

🍒- I manifested for them to look pretty, there not to big, not to small there like C cup and I love themm, so mwah

taller height. I was at first like 5’4 and now im 5’6.. not to tall not to short but i love my height my Dad even asked me “are you having a growth spurt” plus my legs are so long now <3

i manifested good exam marks.. only A’s & B’s without even studying 📚

SATS.

i manifested for my knees, elbows, and knuckles to all be the same color by affirming I have a even body skintone 🤞🏽

now this is probably all i manifested in the 4 years i been in the community! I’m still not “done” with all my “big manifestations” or my “journey” but I know it’s coming to an end 💝

#law of assumption #manifesting #neville goddard #loassumption #manifesation #loa tumblr #affirm and persist #robotic affirming #askfirmations #success story #loa success #subliminal results #subliminals #subliminal

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manmuncher777 · 8 months

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One more | Simon ghost Riley smut blurb

A/n: just want to say a huge thank you to the love on my last posts. 400 notes on my first smut? That’s amazing. The love from cod men lovers is amazing. ❤️❤️

warnings - overstim. Smut. P in V

“C'mon baby, one more." The hand wrapped around your throat tightens

"I can't" you squeal, trying your hardest to run away from him, trying to get away from his merciless thrusts, but his grip is too tight. The hand on your hip was gripping you so tight you were sure there was going to be big finger shaped bruises, but that wasn't a bad things. A sign of ownership which you would wear with pride.

And his grip on your throat, well that was intoxicating, you wanted Simon Riley as your personal necklace at all times, there was something almost comforting in the dominant position.

"Don't try and run away now sweetheart, where was that big girl attitude from earlier. not so bratty now are you?" He asked you, pulling you up but your neck so your back was arching against his heaving chest. He knew you were too far gone to speak but it was always fun to tease you.

In that moment you were fully absorbed by Simon. He was hitting so deep inside you that you were certain you would be able to feel him for days on end. His brutal pace left you shaking, his hips snapping into yours as he put his whole weight behind his thrusts. You were a mess, drool was spilling slightly from your lips as you mumbled incoherant words of pleasure, your oh so beautiful eyeliner was now smeared all across your face, your eyes rolled back and your toes curled.

Simon had never seen you look so hopeless yet beautiful, all you could do was try and meet his rough thrusts. You don't know how many times you had cum, you had lost count. Too many was for sure as your body screamed for a break, but you mind also craved that bittersweet release as your abused cunt takes all that it is given.

"C'mon now sweetheart, be a good girl and give it to me. Please, need to see you cum one more time, need to remind you who you belong to." he mumbles in your ear, his speech slurred and rushed with pleasure as his warm lips graze over your neck. All you can do is let out a pathetic whimper in response, which didn't go unnoticed by Simon as a smirk graced his features

You felt white hot, like you were on fire. But your body couldn't help but obey Simon, like it was your true nature.

The hand on your hip now travelled round and down to the wet mess in between your thighs to rub at your puffy clit. The sensation making your hips jerk and you cry out.

"atta girl, almost there." he encourages you as he can feel you tightening around you as the edge nears. You writhe in his grip but still, the hand around your throat never falters, squeezing you just right that you feel like you are floating. Just enough to enhance every feeling that passes through your body. That knot building in your stomach once more, you can do nothing but take what Simon gives you, the kisses on the neck, the fast rubs of his fingers, the whispers of filth in your ear, it all tips you over the edge. The knot finally snaps and you cum, hard. All you can feel is Simon, all you can moan is his name as his hips finally rut into yours, as he finishes inside you. Slowly bringing you down for each of your highs, his hand finally releases your throat as you both lay there. Basking in each other's presence.

"well done sweetheart”

#Simon Riley #simon ghost Riley #Simon Riley smut #ghost smut #ghost cod #cod smut

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strawberrynull · 2 months

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──౨ৎ ˙🍓 ̟ what enha would get you for v-day

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x reader

──Genre: fluff, scenarios, imagines

──Synopsis: It's valentines day and they show up at your door to give you lots of presents (and love)

──A/N: so i know its like 2 weeks past valentines day but don't even worry about that. just pretend its still valentines day

이희승 | Heeseung

♡ Heeseung would totally get you a huge bouquet of roses along with a hand written note

♡ In the note there would be movie tickets

♡ He would definitely bombard you with gifts the entire day

♡ He would get you a promise ring

박종성 | Jongseong

♡ Jay would make you homemade chocolates

♡ Kinda basic v-day gifts but he would make them 100x better

♡ He would take you to a really pretty park

♡ Would give you a bouquet of red, white and pink roses

♡ Jay would write you a note and put of picture of the two of you in it

심재윤 | Jaeyun

♡ Definitely buys you a video game for the two of you to play

♡ LEGOS! I feel like Legos are such a Jake gift

♡ Jake would get you a big soft blanket

♡ He would take you on a walk with Layla and give you his hoodie when you get too cold

♡ He would totally try to make you food but end up just making a pb&j sandwich

박성훈 | Sunghoon

♡ White roses (okay ice prince)

♡ Hoon would totally buy you expensive jewelry

♡ Buys you something fancy like perfume or candles

♡ He wouldn't buy much on his own because he doesn't want to "overdo it"

♡ He would be your sugar daddy for the day though ;)

김선우 | Sunoo

♡ Hello Kitty bouquet. I can't un-imagine it

♡ He would get you a variety of heart shaped candies

♡ Sunoo being Sunoo, he would get you skincare products

♡ He would definitely get you cute accessories and stickers too

♡ He would buy hyacinths instead of roses

양정원 | Jungwon

♡ A BIG plushie (or more than one)

♡ He would get tons of snacks to share

♡ Wonnie would make a scrapbook of pictures of the two of you

♡ He would get you colorful roses

♡ He would DEFINITELY get you matching keychains

니키 | Niki

♡ Bungeoppang. Enough said

♡ Niki would cut strawberries into heart shapes (and he would microwave them)

♡ He would give you (another) one of his hoodies and a chain necklace to match him

♡ Niki would write you a note but tell you not to read it in front of him. He would be too embarrassed

♡ He would get you lilies because he thinks roses are overrated

♡ Lastly he would give you an envelope filled with lots of pictures of you two

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moondirti · 1 year

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pairing: John 'Soap' MacTavish x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ mdni) word count: 2.6k summary: you and johnny draw portraits of one another warnings: cock warming, unprotected p-in-v, creampies, handjobs, tooth rotting fluff, nude drawings, light masochism, mentions of death notes: inspired by soap's journal in mw3. our sweet boy can draw :)

“Sit still.”

A whisper, spoken like a fervent kiss to the space between you. Humid air, smothered under his peppercorn cologne and the tangy warmth of lingering sex. Johnny’s pelvis remains glued to the back of your thighs, conjoined at that sweltering centre, gently swelling back to rock-hard shape. It works to plug you full of him, a barrier to the cum he’d spilt a mere thirty minutes prior.

Mere. To you, long hours have gone by while stuck in this state, oscillating from painful overstimulation to an insatiable urge that only exists with him – more, more – and back again. But he exercises a surprising restraint. No. Unexpected. A fortitude obviously cultivated in the SAS, carbon under pressure, polished and primed. One that is diamond-sharp, deadly even, but usually crumbles to dust around you.

He keeps your leg hooked over one broad shoulder. The other quivers, cushioned by the duvet, serving as a surface for the item he’d fetched in a rush.

Fuck. Hold it righ’ there. Freshly spent, glowing with an endorphin-logged high.

Huh– W-What’re you doing?

Y'look so bloody beautiful like this, hen. Have ta memorialise it.

Ever the flatterer. You’ve no doubt you’re a mess – mussed hair, smudged mascara. The only thing he’d left in his stripping you was the necklace you’d worn for his welcome home; a golden chain, charmed with a replica of his dog tag and an antique locket you’d salvaged from your grandmother’s place.

You thought he’d been reaching for a polaroid; a quick snapshot of the moment, print to be stapled to the inside of his combat coat. But he’d ducked under your bed – not the nightstand where you kept the camera – and ruffled through dust bunnies and expired condoms for the stash of things he deems too important to take with him to the job. Material objects, little keepsakes, left to rot behind, with you.

He’d come back up with a self-satisfied grin, a journal – moleskine bound and half-full of rough scribbles – clasped between waving fingers.

It’s not the first time he draws you. Just the first time he does of such an intimate scene.

Clenching involuntarily, you flush at the thought. Johnny’s free hand tenses from its place on your knee, soothing circles turned bruising touch. Giggling, you squeeze him again, only to be met with a particularly vicious thrust of his hips.

“Nng-! Christ,”

“What'd I tell ya?”

“I had been.” The protest peaks at the back of your throat, forming something more akin to a whine. His chuckle is indicative of the fact; sunlit bough and soft moss gaze catching yours. His eyes pool like honey in the lowlight, gold drawn out by the haze of your surroundings. Warm. “You’re taking too long.”

“Wad ye rather I get the shadin’ on yer tits wrong?” He teases, gaelic-curled accent accompanied by sharp scratches of charcoal on paper. The black dust coats calloused fingertips, concentrated on the middle, the one he uses for smudging. “Ye'll end up lookin like ma great aunt.”

“That’s gross.”

“Watch it. Rory was a great woman.”

But his chest widens in that special way, skin rippling over thickset sinew, and you know his current contentment runs bone deep. He gloats it, wearing the radiance like he does the sweat; the tender marks along his neck, imprints of your teeth cut in blood. His battle scars pale in contrast, silver and thin and nothing when set beside the raised scratches, red, carved mid-fuck.

You’ve tried to be gentle with him. Really, you have.

You just found he doesn’t prefer it.

A Noah’s-Ark cataclysm of rain, unending cataracts of water sluicing from the sky. They wash over the windshield, the windows – you can barely see beyond the hood of his car.

It was your suggestion to wait the storm out. You’d gone on a picnic for your first date, perched up high on some mountain that now seems too formidable to scale down.

Spice with rosy overtones. His scent is intoxicating, distilled on that spot – the edge of a broad tendon that stretches up his neck. Johnny’s clad in a polo shirt, the collar slightly popped to cover the patch of skin, but you catch sight of it every once in a while. Enough to fuel your internal screams, urging you to act against what is proper.

Hold out ‘till the next time you see him. Leave him wanting more.

He’s talking. Something about football and fake turf scrapes.

God. That voice. Full-bodied, confident with all the charisma to match. You latch on to every syllable, basking in the way they furl from him – rolled r’s, two element vowels morphing to one. What’s the word for gorgeous in Scottish jargon? He’d taught you it over a bowl of strawberries.

Broad. Brock. Brow. Br… something.

But his thumb had swiped out to the edge of your lip to catch a bead of stray juice, and you’d lost all wit. In one ear, out the other. Boiled down to a saccharine, lust-filled puree.

You’d wanted to take the digit into your mouth.

The high altitude ensures the car is frigid, windows chilled with a freezing pellet downpour. The skirt you wore does nothing to hide the goosebumps that prickle down your thighs.

It’s not the weather, though. It’s him. He inspires a cyclone in you, a vortex of violently rotating winds that upturn every function. Hot. Cold. A puddle of melted something, stirring deep within the recesses of your gut. Your attempts to smother it down will forever be in vain.

Him. Him.

He drives you mad. You’re fucking stupid.

But pellucid blue light streams in from outside, the sun sinking behind gunmetal clouds, and Johnny fills his jeans nicely, you think. Hulking thighs force the denim to its limits, stretched and spread and–

Oh.

Maybe your mind had skipped over it purposely. For knowledge of what it would do to you. In knowing that your panties are already slick, unable to hold the extra saturation. You’ll leak onto his seat.

Fuck.

A prominent, massive bulge. Strained, outwardly painful.

Enticing.

You flood, anyway. Overbearing heat and oblivion striking your core. A breath catches, spinning to form a small bubble of recklessness between constricting lungs.

You speak before you begin to process it all.

“We’ll be here for a while.”

Stupid, silly girl.

He halts, tangent lost to the half-lidded look you give him. Your nails graze the arm nearest to you, propped on the console, brushing through hair to elicit a deep shudder – mirror to your salacity. It tells him what he can already guess.

In the split second it takes for your impulse to waver, he recovers, back to that ludic man you’d met just last week.

“And there are only so many things to talk about.” Johnny nods.

Your heart slams on hollow ribs. He may hear it if he tries hard enough; an echoed melody of cosmic yearning.

“Gotta save some for next time.”

“Aye.” His head ducks closer to yours, locking you to those bonfire eyes. “Next time?”

“Hmm, if you like me enough.” The suggestion skips across your nervous titter. Spearmint washes over you when he speaks, cold breath a product of the pack of gum he keeps tucked in his car door. He’d told you he reserves the stash for special occasions, with only the ‘prettiest of hens.’ You’d folded the wrapper into a heart and placed it against the stick shift.

“I like ya, bonnie. Only question is–” A bent forefinger taps your chin, thumb caressing the curve of it. “Do ye like me?”

You let your stare flutter down to his lips; perfect, pink, pulled in a devious smirk. It wipes any semblance of logic from you. Propriety, the manners your mother taught you at a holiday dinner table – cross your legs, elbows off the table – dissipate to ash. You’re raw; skinned alive and vulnerable to whatever he wants.

Crackling nerves. You don’t answer, don’t say a word.

Instead, you lean in to kiss the scar on his lip.

And it all goes to hell from there.

Hurried gropes, desperation fogging. You bend over the centre – precariously balanced on your knees – to hug his head closer to yours. His hands find purchase on your waist, exposed now, your sweater rucked upwards to hang just below your bra. You can see his back in the reflection of the window, his muscles rolling under a too-tight shirt, expanding to accommodate the weight you throw onto him.

It’s hormone fuelled, messy. Your teeth clack and your tongues wrestle and you can only ponder on releasing him, on untucking his hard length from hindering pants.

“H-Here–” You stutter into his mouth, left hand smoothing down his chest to dance teasingly at the waistband. His hips buck the slightest bit. “Let me…”

“Wanna make ye feel good too, lass.”

“Please.”

And it must be the way you say it, the keen in your tone, the pout of your lips. You’re close to tears, eyes glossy like the wet road ahead. It must be; mutual magnetism, some shared fondness that makes him concede to your plea (I like ye, bonnie), before he helps you pull them down to let his cock spring free. Head flush and base thick enough to split your lips.

You swim impossibly deeper into the pool of crush-drunk abandon.

Braw. That was it. Braw, for mind-numbing attractiveness. Or so to say–

Maybe you’re exaggerating. It doesn’t feel like a grand enough word to encapsulate this. To capture him.

Nothing could be enough. Your first date and yet you sit here, obsessed already, willing to spend a lifetime showing him all you can’t say. How those eyes draw from you a lightness, an ease. Hazel has quickly become your favourite colour. How mohawks are an abomination to conscientious style, but how he makes them work, much to your displeasure. You imagine plugging clippers in a shared bathroom, helping him buzz off the sides prior to longer missions. Sending him off with a kiss that means more than just interest.

“Fuck.”

“Feart, now?”

His accent thickens in the throes of pleasure. You add the word to your growing list and spit on your hand to help slick him up.

He stops you before you can wrap it around his leaking cock. “Wait, wait.”

Head still buried into the crook of his neck, a trail of purpling bruises adorning the stubbled skin of his jaw – you can only spot him in your peripheral, a hazy blur of long eyelashes and a prominent nose.

His hands unclip your bra when he speaks again:

“Do it dry. I like when it hurts a little.”

A year later now. He’d wrapped an assignment early to see you on your anniversary.

“Done?”

You’re sticky with cooling sweat and spit, fluids hardening on supple flesh in the filtered air of your bedroom. Both naked, posed in the same position; your right glute burns with the ache of a prolonged stretch, still thrown over his shoulder as he hurriedly finishes the final details of his sketch.

“Almost. Canae fuckin’ get the lightin’ right.”

“Lemme see,” You make a grab for the journal. He bats your hand away.

“No.” Johnny huffs, shifting to look at you from a slightly different angle. “I think it’s the glow.”

“The glow?”

“Aye. Took ower long ta get those gorgeous tits down, you’ve lost that sex sheen.”

“You’re mad.”

The hand that was at your knee starts to knead your thigh, grabbing whatever it can hold. An intentional touch, he targets every tender area, sparking a match to an already smouldering flame. The pressure at your core tightens.

“I’d say it’s a quick fix,”

Your hips buck to meet the heavy weight of his palm as it flattens against your pelvis, seeking true fusion to the rough skin. You’re feverish, practically singing him; you spread your legs and do what you can to spear yourself further onto his cock, one that has not yet left the tight clutch of your cunt.

This is what the poets eulogise, this ‘swete breeth’ reverence. Zephyrus – he’s zephyr adjacent – the god of westerly wind. But he places you on a shrine like he’s not the being made of sun; touches you with a prayer imbued into his callouses – barnacled reminders of his life as Soap. Your Johnny, as he is with you, finds you speechless and continues giving – pouring water onto wet clay, bending you as he pinpoints an electric centre, that bundle of nerves that has you seeing star-speckled pantheons.

He continues to work your clit even as you kick his back, heel thrashing onto freckled skin. The overstimulation is not creeping, it does not wait until you’ve come undone – no. You’ve been on this tightrope for far too long now, and your legs tremble with the sheer exhaustion of it all. It’s never clear with him, whether the end is in sight. There are often moments of recovery where you pull away, only for him to flip you over and stuff you full again.

The lewd squelch of your cunt, your wailing moans; you hardly register them as he begins pistoning into you, both hands and dick devoted to completing the picture. All that exists is sacred, divine insensibility. Pleasure in its purest form, locked in this haven where you’re safe to imagine holding onto him forever.

“J-Johnny… Johnny, God– I’m gonna–”

He gains speed, fucking your sopping heat with a brutal pace, unrelenting as he circles your abused clit. You don’t have it in you to even move, boneless and wholly open to his ministrations.

“Tha's exactly what we want now, bonnie. Go on, cum for me.”

The muscles in your core harden, too brittle to stand against the wicked tide brimming within you. It drives you delirious, flooding your instincts. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches – you absolutely ruin the continuity that comes with being his live model. But you don’t care. You don’t care. He’s so good at hitting you in all the right places – head nudging your cervix, his breadth stretching you out with a fiery sting. He rubs you raw, chafing, and you’re so close.

You think about jerking him off on your first date, coaxing from him groans that taste like scotch and spearmint-covered strawberries. The sorest handjob known to mankind – he’d cum hard, spurting thick globs of warm fluid onto his lap, webbing your fingers together with his essence. His apologies had fallen on deaf ears when you’d licked yourself clean.

You think about meeting him at that bar, nursing a fruity drink with a wild name. Your friend had abandoned you for some blonde chick, but Johnny took your lonesome as an opportunity to swoop in and compliment your dress. He’d later told you that he’d only been looking for a quick fix to stall on the grief of a close friend's death. Turns out, ye're not so much a stall, more a remedy, love. Sad tae say I'm glad yer friend was horny that night.

You think of him, now. Of the past twenty-something pages of his journal filled with nothing but idle doodles of you and gum-wrapper hearts, no longer dedicated to anguished attempts at remembering lost comrades. He’s grown to be a better artist, lines bold and drawn in sole strokes, able to capture just about anything in ballpoint pen alone.

Well I’ve got the perfect muse now, haven’ I?

You break, shattering into a million fragments. You know he’ll pick you up.

Finally resting, spooned together under clean sheets. A strong arm thrown over you, holding open a page for your scrutiny.

“It’s nice, baby! You might’ve made me too pretty, though.”

A growl. “Shut it. That’s all you.”

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