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falloutrebellion · 1 month ago

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Say Yes to Heaven Part III

Soulmark Fluff/Smut request from @hoohamaru 🫶🏼

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: Your skills have secured you a job as a chef for Lady Tsunade's inauguration, providing you with a chance to finally leave your village and explore the world. Unfortunately, you unlock your clan's mysterious Soulmate Kekkei Genkai when you encounter a certain white-haired Jonin. In denial, you attempt to ignore it, only to drive him absolutely mad. How long can you resist before fate intervenes?

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI. Part VII. Part VIII. Part IX.

*Now edited with new cover image*

CW: Adult Language & Adult Themes

Note: Finally getting somewhere with this 🤭 Next chapter will have some good stuff

“What do you keep looking at?”

Kurenai’s words pulled Kakashi from his daze, unaware that he had zoned out. “Oh, uh, nothing.” He quipped before looking down at his empty plate.

“Kakashi has a crush, can you believe that?” Guy butted in with a wiggle of his thick eyebrows.

Kurenai’s eyes sparkled as a smile came to her lips, and Kakashi couldn’t help but sigh and slouch in his seat even further. “Well, who is it?”

Kakashi didn’t stop his eyes from wandering back to you. He was lucky to have returned from his mission in time for the event. It was the night of the Hokage’s inauguration, and festivities were going on throughout the village. The banquet was massive and far more extravagant than the one he had attended last. Banners of crimson and gold elegantly draped across the courtyard, fluttering gently in the soft evening breeze. The mix of aromas from the wide variety of foods mingled well together in the air. A medley of dishes lined the long tables, and villagers didn’t attempt to hide their satisfaction with the meal. He could attest to that, having eaten two plates himself. Though he also may have gotten seconds just to see if he could get your attention.

To your flank, the Hokage boasts about your “Quality Sake Bombs” with a hiccup, much to Shizune’s dismay. Your shy smile takes his breath away, and he watches you awkwardly take her compliment and then busy yourself with the serving table to look preoccupied. Lady Tsunade’s laughter rang out, her joy infectious as she raised her glass to the crowd, who erupted into applause. While the moment was one of celebration, Kakashi felt a pang of loneliness, watching you stand on the sidelines.

“Hello? Earth to Kakashi,” Asuma says as he snaps his fingers in front of Kakashi’s face.

Kakashi blinks and turns back towards his friends, who are all grilling him with curious expressions. Caught off guard, he looked away, a faint pink hue creeping up his cheeks. “Sorry, I have no idea what you guys said. ”

Asuma chuckled, leaning into the good-natured teasing. “So, you got the hots for the chef from far-far away, huh?” His smirk was unmistakable.

“Well, I guess you can say that. There’s just something about her, I feel like she’s drawing me in. It sounds insane but…” He trailed off as he picked up on your scent, just like a hound. You were moving closer.

Kurenai chimed in, her tone playful. “Nonsense, Kakashi. You should go talk to her! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kakashi sighed deeply, running a hand through his silver hair, frustration and embarrassment flickering across his face. “I turn into a stuttering mess around her. It’s like something comes over me. I just don’t want to look like a fool.”

“Then you must conquer this challenge, Kakashi!” Guy proclaimed, slapping Kakashi on the arm so hard he almost fell from his seat. “Face her like a true Shinobi!”

Kurenai and Asuma matched Guy’s enthusiastic smile, and Kakashi gave them a defeated sigh. With a hesitant gulp, Kakashi steeled himself and ambled over to you. You were still enveloped in the warmth of the event as you poured another drink for Lady Tsunade with your back towards him. As he approached, he could feel himself fidgeting, a mix of determination and anxiety etched on his face.

“Hey,” he said as he leaned in from behind you, his mouth staggeringly close to your ear.

With a gasp, you drop the sake carafe, causing it to shatter at your feet. The sound of ceramics breaking reverberated throughout the courtyard, causing all eyes to fall on them.

Asuma, watching the exchange, facepalmed dramatically.

Kakashi’s eyes went wide with horror as you turned to him with a fiery glare and flushed cheeks. He immediately moved to your side, grabbing all the large pieces as you crouched next to him with the same burning gaze he was seeking to avoid.

“You again?” You hissed, glaring daggers into his exposed eye. The crowd’s murmurs began to pick back up as you both quickly tried to clean up.

“I am so sorry about that, I feel like an asshole.” Kakashi huffed as he stood to lead them to the closest trash can.

“Good, you should.” You’re trailing behind him with a pout and a handful of broken ceramics. “And how the hell did your tall ass sneak up on me like that?”

He watched you shake your hand over the trash can, attempting to get all the small pieces out without cutting yourself. There were a few pieces embedded in your palm and fingertips, so Kakashi grabs your wrist and begins to pluck them out without a word. His fingertips glide against your skin with a jolt of electricity, giving you goosebumps.

You, surprisingly to yourself and to him, don’t fight him. Instead, you watch him intently with narrowed eyes, letting him gently remove the shards from your hand.

“Did you forget I’m a Shinobi?” Kakashi says, breaking the momentary silence. He chuckles lightly when you squint further in confusion. “You asked how I snuck up on you.”

“Oh, right. Well, thanks for whatever the hell that was.” Your lips form another pout as he glances over your hands for any pieces he might have missed.

Finding none, he released your wrist, only to be re-inspected by you. “You’re welcome,” Kakashi says with a smirk.

“So, did you have something to say, or were you just trying to embarrass me in front of every important person in your village?” Placing a hand on your hip, you look up at him with an annoyed expression.

At your words, his smirk fell, and one tugged at the corners of your lips in turn. “I actually was going to tell you that your food was delicious.”

“Wow, Kakashi, that’s the most normal thing you’ve said to me.” Your smirk turned into a small, genuine smile, and he felt his heart nearly rupture at the sight. As he looked into your eyes, he felt at peace, a sense of warmth that he had never experienced. He took in every ounce of you, from sight, smell, touch, and even your energy. It was intoxicating. “And now you’re staring. Well, that was short-lived.”

Your words pull him from his thoughts. Damn, I have got to stop doing that, he thinks to himself as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and plans to escape. He’s done enough damage for tonight. Kakashi’s cheeks burned, and he mumbled something that sounded like a half-hearted apology before retreating back to his friends, trying to avoid another blunder. As he walked away, he began shaking his head, a mix of embarrassment and confusion swirling around him. Great, now she thinks I’m a creep.

As he rejoined the group, Asuma looked at him, absolutely bewildered. “What the hell was that?” He exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.

With a sigh, Kakashi slumped back in his seat with a loud thump. “Yeah, well, what did I tell you?”

“That was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen. What is this girl doing to you?” Asuma chuckled lightly with a raised brow.

“I wish I knew,” was all he could manage to say, his mind lingering on your electric touch and captivating eyes. It was all he could think about.

“Don’t accept defeat so easily, Kakashi. I still believe in you!” Guy encouraged him with a toothy smile.

“Oh yeah, I saw you got a little hand action at least. That was smooth.” Asuma chided with a smirk.

“That was not… ‘hand action,’” Kakashi muttered back, staring Asuma down with a tired look.

“Yeah, not the good kind at least.”

“Please shut up,” Kurenai groaned as she stifled a cringe.

“You’re the worst,” Kakashi threw in with the ghost of a smile visible underneath his mask.

“Wait, I don’t get it,” Guy questioned with knitted brows.

“Don’t worry about it, Guy. Asuma’s just a pervert.” Kurenai said as she placed a hand on Guy’s shoulder.

“You know you like it,” Asuma grinned at her with a wink. She puffed up her cheeks to act as if she was about to puke before breaking out into a laugh.

———-

“You know what, how about you stay?” Lady Tsunade slurred as you and Shizune walked her to her quarters.

“Stay?” You repeat, trying to disguise your concern, unsure if she was trying to invite you to her bed or something else.

“Yes, and cook for me! Be my private chef!” Lady Tsunade’s left shoe fell off, causing them to almost fall over as she broke out into a burst of drunken laughter.

“My Lady! Get it together!” Shizune scolded her as they practically dragged her into bed.

“I mean it, see you tomorrow, Skip!” The Hokage practically fell into the bed, rolling around violently until she was comfortable, then passed out.

Skip? Is that my nickname? What the fuck kind of name is that? Beyond pondering the shitty nickname you just got dealt, you follow Shizune out of the residence.

“I apologize about her… behavior. I told her it’s unfitting of the Hokage. But she doesn’t want to listen.”

“It’s quite alright, I’m just glad she enjoyed the evening,” you say with a kind smile to the stressed-out assistant.

“Now, about her proposal, would you like to accept the position? There’s no pressure, I know you are very far away from home, and if you–”

“I accept,” you cut her off. You had no ties to your home village, nor much of a desire to return there. You had become accustomed to the Leaf Village in your short time here. Though the people are weary, everyone has been kind to you. And, there’s far more eye candy here than there is in the Land of Lilies.

“Wonderful!” Shizune’s face lit up at your response. “Report here tomorrow at 10 O’clock and I will make arrangements for an apartment relatively close by. Lady Tsunade will be pleased to hear you took the offer. Before you go, I just want to thank you one last time for all your hard work; the meal turned out lovely.”

And just like that, your entire life had been uprooted into the Hidden Leaf Village.

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“We’re glad to hear you’re staying; maybe they’ll consider hiring you to cater all official events. Gods know we’re sick of day-old bagels and cheap coffee,” Raido joked as he led you to your new home and helped move your bags.

Genma was in tow, of course, opting to walk next to you rather than ahead like his partner. “Yeah, this place might be less boring with you around.”

You roll your eyes but smile at him, earning a sigh of contempt from Raido.

By the time you arrived at your apartment, Raido was ready to strangle Genma, and you found their bickering endearing. But to avoid any bloodshed, you worked quickly to get everything situated so you could send them on their way. The space itself was fairly bare, which you had been expecting. There was basic furniture and amenities, but you would have to go grocery shopping and add some decor to make the place more inviting. But at least the place came with linens.

“Alright, boys, thank you so much for all your help.” You say as you follow them outside and onto your front porch.

“Until next time,” Raido chirps before turning to leave.

“So uh, have any plans this weekend?” Genma says as he casually shoves his hands in his pockets and chews on his senbon.

Ah, your first date proposal in your new home- and on your first day! You can’t help but smile at the aloof man, trying to give him a demure look as you ponder the thought of it. “Not that I know of.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up for dinner. 6 PM work for you?” Genma’s lips curled up into a smirk, his chin tilted back in confidence.

“Sounds great,” you shoot back and look sheepishly at Raido as he gives you a disapproving shake of his head.

“Ugh, that’s enough, you two.” He says with a grumble before waving Genma to follow him. Genma simply raises his brow and waves you goodbye before jogging lazily to catch up to Raido. You watch them fade into the village before turning around to head back inside and unpack some final things.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“What the fuck!” You shout as you nearly jump out of your skin, the familiar voice coming from behind you.

“Whoa there,” he said as you turned to him with your hand over your chest, trying to stop your heart from beating out of it.

Kakashi’s hand comes to your elbow as if to steady you, worried you might fall over. His touch just sends another jolt through you, and this time, you swear you might collapse. It's a warm shock that goes through you to the core, causing your knees to go weak. You tell yourself to stop thinking about it and pull away, but your body reacts on its own. Your legs waver, and his other hand grabs your waist, saying nothing, just looking into your eyes. You swear you might die.

“You alright?” He asks, his brow furrowed in concern.

No, I’m not! Because of you! What are you doing to me? You want to scream, to pound against his chest, and ask what his problem is. But instead, all you manage to say is: “Asshole.”

He chuckles at that, leading you inside to your couch as you glare at him. Like usual. Ugh, that smug grin… It was doing things to you. This awkward man, who only shows a quarter of his face, has you weak in the knees like a young school girl. No one has ever done that so easily.

“You should stay away from Genma, he’s kind of the village slut.” Kakashi abruptly says his hand moves from your elbow to the other side of your waist.

You can’t help but burst out laughing as he settles you onto the couch. Kakashi’s serious face made you laugh even harder, nearly rolling off the sofa. “Hold on,” you manage to say between laughs as he looks down at you with a disapproving look. “Are you saying you were spying on me?”

“Uh,” this was about the time you started flustering him back. “No, not exactly.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“I was just trying to say hi to my new neighbor.”

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eddieisashifter · 1 month ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐆? . . . MY PERCY JACKSON REALITY

a brief tour of the bag I carry around with me in my percy jackson reality! like all my bags, she's old as hell and gone through it too (literally, mind you, i tend to frequent the underworld). I'm one of the people who has everything in their mary poppins bag, so if any campers need something, they know who to ask. (as always inspired by this post by @chaaistained and this one by @hrrtshape!!)

I got my messenger bag for a steal at a local thrift shop in montpelier and modified it with hand painted patches, pins from local pop-culture shops, and keychains.

THE DECOR

— patches that include an my chemical romance front and center, a dazey and the scouts one, and one that says "compost in training", two autism awareness patches (one that says "people not puzzles" and "flappy hands are happy hands". all these were handmade by me. the "easily distracted by shiny objects was bought from a comic shop as was the "memento mori"

— pins including "not flat, we checked" from a trip to the nasa space center, "being polite is totally punk rock", "bored teenager", and "let's talk about music" all from a small business fair

— a plushie dreadfuls autism bunny keychain from my mom, a grim reaper keychain from connor stoll, a "cringe but free" keychain from a small business fair, and an mcr keychain from my friend raven

— finally, a butterfly hairpin that was given to my sister by thanatos before I lost her. I keep it on my bag in their memory.

THE FRONT POCKETS . . . each of which has their own theme for the objects inside.

LEFT POCKET — WITCHY SHIT

— a portable altar in a mint tint for on the go spellwork

— jars of bones and teeth some human, some not. collected over the years

— animal bones I've found in the forest around my house and in the woods around camp. there's nothing more sacred than the effects of death on the world.

— a lighter for candles and bonfires

RIGHT POCKET — FOR MY CAMPERS

— sunblock because this is a summer camp after all and some of these kids don't know how to not get burned, I swear

— mints and gum in a ouija tin because I always get asked for both

— (not pictured) first aid supplies such as bandages, gauze, alcohol wipes and neosporin for wounds that don't require ambrosia or nectar to heal (i teach sparring, this is a necessity)

LEFT SIDE POCKET — PHONE SOLT

— self explainatory, really. if I don't want to keep it in my pockets while sparring or playing capture the flag, it goes in here. unfortunately, this makes it very easy for the stolls to grab and take stupid pictures of themselves on

RIGHT SIDE POCKET — DEFENSE

— a flip out butterfly knife that my mom gave me for my birthday several years ago. not celestial bronze, but I use it more for cutting things that aren't monster flesh anyway. I have my scythe for that.

— a lighter from my father that emits greek fire. very usual, so long as I don't get it mixed up with my regular lighter.

MAIN POCKET . . . where all the important shit goes. also a bit of a complete mess

— my black iPad that i use to communicate with my father in the underworld. he has a matching one he uses to categorize souls and also call me

— my sketchbook. very very important. it's a bit more of an art journal than anything. a mix of proper sketches, journal entries, lists, and actual trash I've saved because I'm a sentimental hoarder who likes to junk journal

— a vampire fang reusable tote bag for trips to the camp thrift, stoll's store of outside junk, the athena kids' greek bookstore, or the muses' record shop

— a digital camera for peak aesthetic photos of my summers at camp and of my friendgroup's shenanigans

— my tarot deck for my daily advice and also to swap reading with the hecate kids, including my friend lou ellen blackstone

— my wallet, because of course that's of vital importance

— a vintage flask I thrifted that's full of nectar, just in case

— my frankenstein's monster pencil case that's literally bulging from being overfilled and falls apart whenever I try and open it. will I take anything out? no, absolutely not

speaking of . . . THE PENCIL CASE

all of my favorite art supplies that I can easily carry with me . . .

— micron fineliners. literally the best pens ever — my tombow fudenosuke brush pens. also the best, especially for ink drawings — pentel brush pen my other favorite brush pen — white posca paint pen for correcting mistakes and adding highlights — mechanical pencils because they're the only pencils I will sketch with (also led because duh) — those multicolor pens that everyone had as kids. I adore them and they're super useful as I don't have to carry around like 10 different pens for color — bone pens . . . from lou ellen. they're pretty sick ngl — a kneaded eraser from lightening graphite — paint brushes and my winsor & newton watercolors with are just *chefs kiss*

inside the top pocket . . .

— my mcr earbuds inside their case, this way they don't get lost in my pockets (nor stolen by clarisse!!!)

—skull bandaids that got shoved in here from my first aid pocket

—hairties because someone always needs them and they will get lost in my pockets as well

—dice for impromptu vibe checks

— literally the best eraser known to man

— and random trash and notes including: psycho killer by talking heads lyrics from raven, "sorry for being a bad influence" from clarisse (given to me with a shit-eating grin on her face), minmalism is dead from some magazine which I cut out ages ago to use and never did, and a receipt from the camp coffee shop from when annabeth and I got lunch (NOT lovebirds, 'phia! don't embarrass me like that istg)

WALLET . . . where all the important shit is kept

— drachmas for interacting with the mythical word

— cash for interacting with the mundane

— a receipt from the muses' vintage record shop at camp

— a "one more chapter" and "go to bed" coin that annabeth gave me. honestly, she needs it more than I do

— photos of my friends from my digital camera!

— a picture of me and my mom from when I was a wee baby — a picture of me and my camp friendgroup (clarisse, annabeth, lou ellen, raven, dorian and I) making a star with our fingers during a camp bonfire — me and (cr bestie) with our son. he is a build-a-bear frog. his name is harold. — a picture of me, annie, and percy when we first start to become friends — another group picture of my camp friendgroup. this one has me, grover, lee, annie, and clarisse in it. — a picture of me and raven posing with the three cheers for sweet revenge cover — the last photo I have with my sister before she died

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 . . . EIRINIKÓS which means "peace bringer" in greek is my scythe. it was given to me by my father, thanatos, and is made of stygian iron. it's discreet form is a ring, in which you rotate a full 360 degrees to activate scythe mode. kept on my person at all times. if not on my finger, than in the pocket of my bag with the greek fire lighter

divider cred: saradika-graphics

. (🎪 back to the circus itinerary. . .)

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lionneee · 10 months ago

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Perfect Match

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: oral sex, fake relationship, talking of sexual themes, oral sex, smut.•

Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five

Getting drunk was actually something they enjoyed doing with the rest of their friends.

Inebriate every sense of the body and forget about everything.

It was her best moment of her weekends.

Aemond started enjoying it the first time he went to a club with her, or to a party.

“Fuck, yes!” She moaned loudly as she kept jumping on his cock, looking at herself in the mirror as they sat on a stranger's bed.

“Yeah, keep riding me like that — Fuck, yes -“ He moaned as he looked at her ass wiggling every time she sank back down.

She got all hornied up and she couldn’t keep her hands off of him.

Tonight was no exception.

After sitting on his thight for at least half an hour, making out with him as there was no end, she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom.

They could hear that one of the cabinet was already occupied with someone already fucking in there, but she didn’t budge, she simply opened another cabin, the one as far as the other and pushed him against the wall.

She smiled up at him as she started kissing his chest, making Aemond's eyes flutter shut, his breathing becoming more ragged. He gripped the back of her neck, holding her against his chest, his fingers tangling in her hair, gently pulling on it.

"Keep going, baby. Don't stop." He groaned as she hummed, kissing him lower and lower.

Aemond's grip on her neck tightened as she kept moving lower on his body, his breathing becoming more labored as his skin burned where her lips touched.

"Goddamn, baby. You really know how to get me going." He groaned lowly, his hands pushing her head lower.

She smiled as he stepped forward, away from the wall and put his hand on the top of her head, holding your hair, guiding you just inches from the bulge in his pants.

He swallowed hard, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper

"Go on, baby. You know what I want."

She knelt on the floor as she unbuckled his belt, taking it off slowly as she looked up at him with her sweet, innocent eyes. He knew she was everything but.

Aemond watched her with rapt attention, his eyes darkened with lust as she undid his belt. He bit back a moan as his eyes met her, her innocent and sweet gaze combined with her position was enough to make his head reel.

"Don't tease me, baby." He warned, his voice tense. She took off his belt slowly, licking the full length as she pulled it off.

Aemond's breath hitched as she took off his belt, he gripped the base of her hair, his fingers tight in her locks, watching the way she worked. It was torturous, watching her tease him like that.

"Goddamn, princess. Stop playing around." He growled, his voice tight "I want those lips on me, now."

She kept smirking as she slowly unbuttoned his pants, kissing the skin just above the waistband of his pants.

Aemond closed his eyes, his head tilted back against the wall as he felt her lips on his skin, he sucked in a harsh breath, trying to hold back all the curses that wanted to come out.

He was incredibly turned on.

What she was doing to him, teasing him like that, the anticipation of what he knew she was going to do mixed with the moans of the other couple fucking was all extremely erotic, and he could feel it in his pants.

"Jesus Christ, baby. You're a goddamn tease." He groaned, his fingers still holding her hair tightly. She looked up at him with a smile, a true smile that she rarely had.

She was beautiful.

He knew she only gave him that smile because she was drunk and light headed, but that didn’t make his heart flutter less.

She pulled down his pants, along with his boxers, caressing his thighs as the clothes fell on the floor.

A guttural sound escaped his lips. He leaned his head back, his eyes squeezed close, his breathing becoming ragged as he tried to compose himself

“Just fucking take it.” He hissed his hand still gripping her hair as he forced her to take him, putting his hands on each side of her head to control her movements. She hummed as she closed her eyes, savoring him, wrapping her hand around his cock and squeezing him at the base. Aemond let out a loud moan as she licked him, his hips involuntarily bucking forward.

He gripped her head tighter, his fingers digging into the back of her hair as he started to take control, his breathing ragged as he started moving her head back and forth, his hips coming to meet her.

"God, baby. You're so goddamn perfect." He gasped as he started to move his hips with urgency, trying to push deeper into her mouth, his body burning with need. "Fuck, baby. You're so damn good at this.” He panted as he looked down at her, seeing the list in her eyes.

Their sounds were mixing with the other couple’s, the bathroom was filled with pants, occasional banging at the walls and the musing from outside.

“Do you like it when I take control like this? Mh?" His last word was accentuated with a deeper thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. She moaned around him as he slipped his hands in her hair, pulling them slightly. “Do you like it when I use you like the whore you are?” He growled as he moved her head, watching her eyes flutter closed, her hand on the base of his cock squeezing him a bit tighter. He grunted as he yanked her wrist away, pulling it behind her with a silent order to keep her arm on her back.

Aemond's eye closed tighter and he let out a low, guttural moan as he hit the back of her throat again. The way she was taking him was driving him crazy, and he wanted nothing more than to see the silhouette of his cock from her neck as he choked her on it.

"Yeah, baby. Suck it. Suck it like it’s your favorite candy." He growled, his hands pulling her head forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth as she swirled her tongue around him, obeying him and sucking him harder with a little whine, her hand reaching between her legs as she started rubbing her clit from over her panties.

He started to move his hips faster, his eye catching the movements of her hand, making him moan.

"That's it, baby. Touch yourself as I fuck your mouth. Take everything I give you." He panted as he threw his head back, his hands on her hair tightening. "Do you like it when I take control like this? Do you like it when I use you?" He looked down at her again, his voice low and strained as she moaned and whined as she tried to control her gag reflex as she never stopped sucking him.

He moaned when he saw her trying her best as she took him deep into her mouth as he saw her hand moving faster between her legs. It drove him wild, seeing her so eager to please him, seeing how much she’s enjoying him taking control, using her so freely.

"Fucking hell, baby. You're so good at this. I could keep you down there all night, just using your mouth like that." He grunted, his words coming out in a low, strained tone as he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself even deeper into her mouth. She moaned even louder as she pushed her head forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. She stayed there for a few seconds, moving her head from side to side, making Aemond let out a choked moan. He pulled her back for a moment, slipping two of his fingers deep in her mouth and pressing down. "Is this where you like it?" He panted. “You like to take cocks in your mouth?” He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and grabbed her by her neck.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire as she started rubbing herself on his ankle, rubbing her hips desperately as she grinded her wet core on him, seeking the perfect friction to make herself cross the edge.

“Yes baby —“ He moaned as he looked at her. “Fuck yourselves on me. Rub yourself until you come.” He groaned as she moved even faster, her lips never letting him go, her tongue caressing what fit in her mouth as she whined louder, her legs shaking slightly, her hands gripping his thighs tightly, digging her nails in his skin. He saw her forcing herself to rub again and again, stopping only after a loud moan, panting as she tried to keep sucking him as she came down from her high.

"You won't be able to talk tomorrow, baby." He snarled, completely turned on by the sight of her coming on his ankle. He stepped forward. “But don’t worry, I’ll bring you hot tea in your bed tomorrow if you’ll be good enough now.” He bent his knees and pushed his cock all the way down in her throat with a loud moan. "That's right, princess. Take it all in. Be my good girl.” He growled. "I know you can do this. You'll take everything I give you, won't you?" She moaned desperately as she moved her tongue on him, grabbing his balls in her hand and pulling slightly.

Aemond's breath hitched as she grabbed his stones, a low gasp escaping his lips as she moved her tongue on him, her hand pulling slightly. His body tenses, overwhelmed by the sensation, his mind hazy with pleasure

"Goddamn, baby. You're going to make me lose my

mind." He groaned, his eyes shutting tightly as he threw his head back, his hands holding her head in place

"Keep doing that. Don't stop." he pleaded, his voice strained with pleasure.

She pulled his balls again, massaging them in his hands, choking around him as tears ran down her face, and saliva ran down her chin, making a little pool on the floor. Aemond moaned loudly as she touched his balls, the sight of her choking around him, is too much for him to handle, but when he felt her finger slip behind his ball, pressing dangerously close to his asshole and putting pressure, it was definitely over for him.

“God —“

He kept her head firmly in his hands as he gave the few last thrusts before coming inside her mouth.

“Swallow. I want to see you swallow.” He ordered as he arched forward, still spanning from his orgasm as he saw a bit of his semen spill from her lips. She moaned loudly as she licked him, her mouth warm with his sperm as she swallowed everything.

Aemond watched her, his eyes darkened with pleasure, his chest heaving as he slowly pulled out of her mouth, his body trembling. He looked down at her, his hands moving to gently caress her face, wiping away the tears and the saliva from her chin. "Holy fuck." He said quietly, his voice hoarse. She stood up, smiling and chuckling as she showed him her tongue, white by his semen. She swallowed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her drunken happiness was contagious, and he found himself smiling back at her as he fixed his boxers and pants.

“You’re crazy.” He tried to be a bit grumpy, but it only came out as a silly mock, that only made her chuckle more. He shook his head as he took her hand and pulled her out of the cabin, walking back to the table with all of their friends. He sat on a chair as he watched her taking a drink, hopefully hers, and drink it all down in one gulp. She turned around, ready to walk back to the dancing floor but he caught her hand.

“Stay with me.” He ordered. He looked up at her as she hesitated.

“Are you feeling needy, baby?” She chuckled as she sat on his thigh, her legs between his. He shook his head, trying to feel annoyed, but when she looked so happy it became difficult.

He rarely saw her like this.

“Shut up.” He grunted as he grabbed her face in his hand and pulled her down for a kiss.

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mazikeenhyde · 11 months ago

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Oh Baby... Pain is Pleasure

Here we go again people!

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER)

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – SMUT? Kind of…, ANGST… Kind of? PUBLIC HUMILIATION, POLY THEMES AND REFRENCES, BDSM, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, BLOOD, INJURY ETC

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure

The crowds’ cheers and chants echoed throughout the stadium, the floors under the feet of the thousands of fans felt like they would give way from the excitement. A completely sold-out arena had been packed full to the brim with carboard cutout signs and fandom shirts as far as the eye could see! From the millionaire front row viewers to the cheapest seats way up in the rafters, to the millions of fans watching from home, everyone had been awaiting this moment! The artificial bright and colorful lights flashed all over as the music blared throughout the stadium. The smoke and fog machines mixed together engulfing the walkway and the surrounding edges of the ring, adding to the already tense atmosphere.

This championship match had reached its peak, Women’s World Champion Dakota Kai vs Y/W/N! I had fought and clawed my way to reach WrestleMania and now I was inches away from becoming the new Women’s World Champion!

Running at each other from the ropes I swung for a clothesline, but Dakota ducked under and with a straight elbow to the face I fell to my knees, my vision blurred, and the blood began to trickle down from my nose. I knew it was broken, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Besides… I kinda liked the pain. It reminded me being back home in bed with Rhea, Damien, Finn & Dom. Our rougher nights of pain and pleasure had certainly helped prepare me for this ‘No Disqualification’ championship match tonight!

Grabbing her hands around my face she pulled my hair back and got me into a tight headlock with her arms desperately hoping I would tap out. The ref waving his hand in my face repeatedly asking if I was okay, if I was done, if I wanted to quit.

NEVER.

As my face turned a gentle crimson, and my lips turned a pale blue I gave Dakota a devilish grin and winked at her. Shimmying under her grip to gain back some movement her frustration built ever more.

“What the hell ya bitch?! Tap out! Just tap!” Her grip got tighter with fury. “Why won’t you quit?!”

I moved my head up just enough to get out a few words to her, much to the delight of the WWE management team who knew it was far too late to censor as the live camera feed had picked up each word.

“You’re cute… but Damian… chokes me harder than that in bed.” I turned my eye line to the camera and blew a soft kiss to Damian before throwing myself back and pulling up my legs to kick Dakota off and send her to the opposite side of the ring and into the post. Her anger was almost at boiling point as she saw me trying to recover.

I crawled up to my knees taking in a deep breath and shaking my hands trying to fight the pins and needles and get the oxygen moving through my blood stream again.

Running over at me Dakota lept up at once again wrapping her legs around my face this time and we hit the mat with a loud thump. She locked her legs in tight and pulled me back to get me into an almost perfect submission once again. Her thighs tightened around my head as she held her weight up with her arms screaming at me to tap out. Once more the ref waved his hand in front of my face, but he looked both concerned and surprised as a soft giggle from my lips escaped me.

“THE FUCK?!” Dakota shouted in anger, and she looked under her arm to my face smirking at her.

“Rheas…thighs…are stronger” I choked out my words knowing full well my lovers out the back would be dying of laughter watching this match. Whilst Hunter at this point would be firing this camera man who was doing his best to pick up every explicit comment that came from the center of this ring.

Dakota was done, she knew this was a no disqualification match. There were no rules! So, letting go of me she kicked out and sent me headfirst into the corner ring post and rose to her feet. Rushing out of the ring Dakota grabbed a chair from under the ring and threw it over the ropes before sliding back in.

Grabbing a handful of my hair she dragged me to my feet, slamming my face into her fist repeatedly as the blood smeared across my cheeks and down her arm. Dazed and lost she threw me over the chair headfirst positioning me with my hands to the mat. She ripped the Judgment Day shirt down from my back exposing my pale skin in the artificial light before unbuckling the belt from her ring gear costume.

Bringing the thick leather belt down across my back the loud slashes echoed throughout, and they were relentless, one after another after another. Then, kicking out the chair from underneath me I fell weakly to the mat with a heavy thud as Dakota once again tried for the pin.

“1…2…” The Crowd chanted.

I kicked out before 3 and pulling my arms up over her head I wrapped myself around her and whispered in her ear smiling once again.

“Daddy Dom would be proud, but you should get Finn to give you some advice….when it comes to a public spanking” I coughed out catching my breath and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. I dragged the both of us up to our feet before leaping in the air and pulling her face down onto my knees as my back hit the mat and Dakota stumbled back, now half in and out of consciousness.

I looked up over my shoulder to the top rope, it was now or never. The last time I had done a finisher from the top rope I had ended up on the injury bench for 6 months. But this was WRESTLEMANIA BABY! Do or die, Live or Lose! So, I set up the final move, a turnbuckle power bomb into the Y/W/N/ finisher!

Backstage the WWE stage management were frantically rushing around as the show headed towards its finishing line. Production crews, lighting technicians, camera men and more bounced off the walls completing one task after another, switching from one feed to the next, sending word to and from the announcement desk where Michael Cole & Pat McAfee were losing themselves in excitement.

“TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F ! TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F! SHE’S OUT, SHE’S OUT!” Michael Cole was stood throwing his arms in the air as Pat McAfee tried to climb onto the desk in front of them.

“HOLY SMOKES COLE! THROUGH THE MAT, SHES GONE THROUGH THE MAT” Pat Screamed down his headset.

“What the….” Cole paused to look up at the sky.

Suddenly, as if on cue the skies above opened and as if to add the cherry to the top of the icing of this glorious display, the rain began to pour down soaking the ring. Lighting illuminated through the sky as the thunder boomed in time with the WrestleMania theme music that was blasting through the arena. Even with the weather not one person could have felt the cold, not one person would have known the temperature had dropped. The heat from this match was powering everyone through!

“Can it be…. Lightening?! Jeez people I don’t know what could possibly happen next, we’ve seen it all tonight, here live at WrestleMania!” Cole added.

“A STORM IS BREWING COLE! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?!” McAfee couldn’t contain himself any longer as Michael Cole held onto his leg keeping him stable.

From backstage Damien, Rhea, Dominik and Finn had all gathered around watching on the monitor. Dominik had Damien’s arm in a tight grasp as Rhea held onto Finn’s hand, all of them watching and waiting to see if their girl could do it. Each of them slightly turned on from their girlfriends’ antics in the ring.

“Go Bunny…GO!” Rhea bit her lip as her eyes fixated on the screen, she ran one hand down her tight black skinny jeans, trying to contain the pulse that was beating out from in between her legs. Dom was quick to slide his hand into her side jean pocket and nuzzle into her neck planting soft kisses and gentle nips to her skin.

“Come on baby girl...” Damien whispered under his breath, palming at his crotch in an effort to keep his hard on at bay ,until he could get Y/N and the rest of the group backstage and into the Judgment Day clubhouse.

Rhea held her breath, unable to gather in any air with nervous anxiety reaching a new high as the monitor feed lite up and they watched Y/N climb to the top rope and send Dakota through the center of the ring.

“PIN HER! PIN HER!’ Finn shouted slamming his hand against the wall behind the monitor making Dom the ever submissive jump. Damien moved to wrap his arms around the young boy kissing the top of his head and rubbing his arm gently, his eyes still firmly locked on the screen.

Dom turned his head for a moment over to the management desk who looked concerned, like something was wrong. He caught Hunters eye for a moment and the look they shared, they both knew, this wasn’t going to end well.

I dragged myself to my feet and stood only a few inches away from Dakota. My entire body was exhausted, that final power bomb had taken Dakota out, she lay motionless in the center of the ring. But at what cost, because here I was, my shoulder was fucked, my knee was fucked, I could barely see, I could barely stand.

Still, something willed me on, something moved me forward. The crowd screamed and their chants echoed around me, as if they were stood right next to me and also a million miles away. I tried to collect my thoughts to focus as I moved one foot in front of the other, falling on top of Dakota Kai to get the pin.

“THIS IS IT COLE!” Pat jumped up and down before slipping off the table from the rain residue and onto the arena floor scrambling his way back up to get a glimpse at that final pin. “ THIS IS IT!!”

The entire stadium joined in with that collective…

“1…..2…..Thr”

BLACKOUT.

The Judgment day panicked and scrambling they pushed past the crew and management staff in the dark trying to find their way to the ring.

"MOVE! MOVE!" Damian shouted launching camera men out the way as the group ran to protect their girl.

The entire stadium went pitch black. The crowds screamed, young kids cried, and every last piece of music faded out to nothing.

Every tune fell silent.

Every note.

Except one….

An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway and a single spotlight illuminated the ring.

Silence filled the stadium.

‘Urr Cole? What’s happening?” Pat questioned as the two presenters clung to each other like Shaggy and Scooby doo, shaking in fear.

“It’s…The Wyatts.”

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tribalauthor · 4 months ago

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Bridesmaid (roman × sophia one-shot)

A/N: hey guys, since I already wrote the love story about Roman and Sophia in The Wisewoman, I decided I will do one-shots of them from now on with specific themes.

Disclaimer: you don't need to read the fanfic in order to understand the contents of the one-shots, i'm gonna give decent background info but if you are up for some romance, why not check it out 👀

Warning: age difference, smutty

Summary: A week prior to Wrestlemania 40, Roman and Sophia get to enjoy their free time at the wedding of Cleo and Jeremiah - Sophia's friends.

word count: 3k

Sophia's POV

March 31st, 2024, 2.03pm

"We are gonna be late and I hate being late." I snapped at my boyfriend as if he is the one that's guilty for the current situation that's going on right now. Which is preparing for my best friend's wedding and I am going to be the bridesmaid.

The magic that happened between me and Joe on my birthday month and a half ago suddenly disappeared after the reality of work hit us. I've been working in WWE as a temporary Wise Woman while my uncle Paul's leg fully recovers.

It's not that I don't like working with Joe but this current Wrestlemania season is going to earn the most stressful one of all time. Triple H confirmed it himself.

Not knowing what the main event is going to be until almost the very last moment is a crazy work especially for a person like me who likes everything to be organized, in place and in the clear.

Eventually, Joe will main event both nights this year which is even more nuts. He also started doing very intense workout and diet programs, so he can get in the most perfect shape he can ever be.

Me, as his girlfriend, I follow him too, with the dieting more specifically. We basically eat chicken, brocoli and oats. That's it. Not even each other.

Although we are a new couple, peak of the honeymoon phase, we don't get the time to sex the stress away. The old Sophia wouldn't mind this since I was never in my full sexuality. Ever since I got with Joe, however, everything changed.

Everything.

"Soph, we have around an hour and Wave Hill is just 20 minutes away" Joe said with a calm tone. That's what he does - once I heat up he always keeps his cool and vice versa.

I took a good look at my boyfriend. His manbun more slick than himself. Beard freshly trimmed. A black suit with slim whige stripes which made his body look even bigger than usual. A baby pink tie which matches my dress for the wedding.

The dresses of the bridesmaids are picked by Cleo. Each bridesmaid is wearing different pastel color dress that symbolises her character and the fact that is spring time which means all the flowers are blooming and the nature is gaining its color.

Cleo chose baby pink for me since she describes me as delicate, elegant, feminine and lately, in love. If I wasn't with Joe, she would definitely give me blue aka the color of wisdom. But I take pink now.

"Did I mention that you look spectacular?" Joe looked at me from head to toe, gently grabbing my hand and I spun around.

"And I love when I see you with a suit. I admit it's my weakness." I marched to him and playfully fixed his tie. Our faces being very close, examining every inch of them, mostly focused on the lips.

After a while we both attacked each other going straight for our tongues, associating them with cheat meals we deserved. I put my hands behind Joe's neck while he wrapped his around my snatched waist.

The kisses were becoming hungrier and hungrier with each movement, almost leaving us out of breath.

"What if we-" I knew exactly that he is going to suggest us doing a quickie but right now I am way too stressed for that and I don't think it will bring the helpful effect we are both yearning for.

"No." I interrupted immediately. Joe gave that look which is a mix of slight disappointment with understanding.

"After the ceremony, however, I am yours. If you are not too tired, of course." I promised as we still stood with our faces close. He gave me a look that says 'Me? Tired?'.

"The most beautiful bride!" Tina, my other best friend from college, exclaimed the moment she saw Cleo, standing there with tight white dress that make her natural curves look even more juicy than usual.

Her brown skin all glowy, her beautiful curly hair made into a bride bun and most importantly her pearl white smile was on. Tina, who is three months pregnant by the way, is wearing a yellow dress since she is as bright as the sun. Somehow she looks even more angelic but that's what pregnancy does, I guess.

"Jeremiah is one lucky bastard." I concluded while looking at Cleo and then we reached for a hug. She smells like flowers. "Hope he is aware."

"Yeah, me too." Tina replied with her gaze stuck at the male part in front of us - her husband Noah, the groom, his friends all around my boyfriend like little boys just met their superhero.

Jeremiah has loved wrestling ever since he was a little kid and Roman has always been his favorite.

I let out a soft chuckle. Jeremiah was passionately explaining something to Joe, mimicking a superman punch and and a right hand. Probably talking about his favorite match of him.

"At least he is happy and not sweating his balls off like most men do before they get married." Cleo shrugged it off.

The whole ceremony of Cleo and Jer being wedded by the priest and their beautiful vows brought us waves of emotions. After that all the guests gathered to give our presents. Cleo didn't lie when she said it's gonna be a small wedding - closest family and friends. We were around forty people.

The atmosphere is just beyond magical - late afternoon with the sun still shining, soft bird chirps, the unrealistically green grass and beautiful flora surrounding us.

I cannot help but wonder how Joe must be feeling right now since he also had a wedding before. I've been trying to read him but all I see is positivism - no sign of bitterness or regret.

Me and him stepped hand-by-hand to the newlyweds and handed them a white envelope with beautifully written 'for the Evans family' on it.

Cleo knows very well what we prepared but both of them don't know we also prepared a honeymoon weekend for both of them in Philadelphia in The Rittenhouse hotel from April 5th to April 8th.

"I think you would want to open this." the bride nudged her groom. He seemed puzzled and looked at us for approval. Me and Joe gave a nod.

Jer opened the envelope and by the little glimpse he gave it, he surely recognized the Wrestlemania tickets. "No way." he interrupted the unpacking.

"Front row, both nights." I specified and Jer seemed extremely delighted. Just like a little kid. I understand why though. Cleo said that because of the expenses from the wedding, he couldn't afford tickets. I mean Wrestlemania isn't a cheap experience but right now as I am with the biggest draw in the business, it was easy to arrange this present.

"Also we booked The Rittenhouse hotel. A little Wrestlemania honeymoon weekend." Joe added and now both of them seemes surprised as hell. "Everything is covered."

"Oh my God" Cleo exclaimed and she hugged us. "Thank you so much."

"I'm actually gonna cry." Jer concluded and me and my boyfriend exploded from laughter.

"Make sure you spend your time well together and not only being focused on the wrestling, young man, okay?" Joe gave the groom a joking warning.

"Yes, my Tribal Chief." Jeremiah replied like a soldier.

"You are married to a baddie now and you better acknowledge her always." he was sounding like Roman but with the joking note of Joe. I gotta love that man but I slightly cringed from the fact he just said 'baddie'.

"Yes, my Tribal Chief." Jer repeated and Cleo just laughed at him.

"So whenever he fucks up, I will make sure to call Roman, noted." Cleo concluded.

The party eventually started - we were eating, drinking, laughing, throwing speeches. Me and Joe mentally prepared for today to be a cheat one. The menu Cleo and Jer picked is amazing and not that unhealthy, so we are gonna be good. Also we didn't miss the opportunity to drink an alcoholic glass or two...or three.

I was looking at the beautiful bouquet I caught earlier in the ceremony and bit my lower lip. Could that really mean I am next?

"Sophia Anoa'i sounds amazing, don't you think?" my boyfriend's deep voice startled me from my thoughts I was having in the same direction.

"Undisputed." I agreed with him and he pulled me to lean on his arm.

"To be completely honest, I already feel like we are a married couple. We fight for every small thing, we go everywhere together and we don't have exclusive sheet time." I raised my head and gave him a serious look. "Just the kids are missing."

"You are so dramatic." I rolled my eyes and leaned on his shoulder again. "We've been dating for two months, we don't officially live together and we don't fight, we just argue, nothing serious." I explained the things as they truly are. "But you are right about the sheet time." I said quietly.

"When Wrestlemania is over, immediately after night two, we are going on a vacation. I think it's time for you to see my private island. Just the two of us. We are gonna catch up with everything. I am keeping a track of the number of orgasms I have to give you." my eyes almost popped out of my body and I playfully hit his arm then looked around to see if somebody heard him.

Now it's time to dance. Big part of the guests went on the grass to dance. The women part even removed their heels and everybody started grooving to "The Best" by Tina Turner.

"Let's dance." I grabbed Joe's hand as he was drinking from his whiskey. In the meantime I took off my high heels.

He actually got up and drank the whole glass at once. As we marched to the grass, we faced each other.

"I am warning you I can't dance at all." he put his index finger in front of him and I just rolled my eyes grabbing his arms with mine and swaying to the beat.

"Just follow me." I instructed him.

Once that chorus hit, I started singing with it too.

'You're simply the best

Better than all the rest

Better than anyone

Anyone I ever met'

Such simple lyrics yet so relatable. Me and Joe were singing all of this to each other while doing some freestyle dancing. We probably look rather funny but I don't care. I am immersed in this beautiful moment we are having. It felt as if it's just only the two of us for a bit.

The night was accompanied with more dancing and singing. Jer even dedicated a song to Cleo and sang it for all of us and the song was 'Remember the Time' by Michael Jackson. I love this song and it describes them perfectly.

It kinda became a trend amongst the male part to dedicate songs to their loved ones and sing them. Noah dedicated 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' for Tina. Cleo's dad dedicated 'My Heart Will Go On' and oh boy, that was an experience. Jer's dad wanted to be funny and sang 'I Want To Break Free'. Basically all of the men had some songs in mind for their women but my question is does Joe have something for me?

I wonder what song he associates me with, if he has such.

Everybody started chanting "Tribal Chief" and he stood up from his chair and went to the stage, grabbing the microphone.

"I knew my turn was coming. But I have to throw a little disclaimer that I have no singing or artistic abilities since I am a pro-athlete, obviously." of course, he had to warn the people and explain himself.

"We still acknowledge you." one of the guests shouted and Joe put his one up.

"So I've been doing some thinking about a song I would dedicate to my dear Sophia who is the greatest woman alive, by the way." he threw that in as if it's nothing and looked at my direction. I playfully rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks burning. "The closest thing that came to my mind was the song 'Sweet Child O'Mine' by Guns n' Roses. And no, it's not because of our age difference." he was quick to specify.

The DJ played the song and the rock instrumental echoed through the night.

"If I see anybody recording me, I will do a superman punch to them." Joe threatened everyone and most of the people laughed it off.

'She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of reign

I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place

Where, as a child, I'd hide

And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by'

Joe just changed one word in the lyrics and brought a whole different meaning to it. I was giggling the whole time and I could feel my friends playfully hitting my arm and throwing jokes. He is such a liar, too. His singing voice sounds more than decent for a damn wrestler.

Of course, he is singing the song in tenor cause there is no way he can do Axl's high pitches. If he were to be a singer, he'd probably do jazz. Completely changing the vibes of it but in the best way possible. This is just so romantic, no pun intended. No one has ever done something like this for me. He actually did many things for me that others didn't.

That's why he is simply the best.

It's already past midnight. The wedding came to its end. I genuinely wished to Cleo and Jer their whole marriage to feel like their wedding cause goddamn, it's been a good while since I had such a great time.

When me and Joe got back in his house, we still had the tipsy spirit in us. I really wanted to take the pretty dress off and feel free. I see my boyfriend already started loosening the buttons of his shirt and pants. When he saw me struggling with my dress, he came to help me unzip it and it fell down on the ground, exposing my bare breasts and the lingerie with the same tone of pink.

I felt Joe pulling me in closer, so I can feel his big body against me. His hands cupped my breasts, almost like I put a bra on and then gave me a few wet kisses on the neck.

"Babygirl, you promised something earlier." he reminded me with his voice low and seductive, sending chills all over my body as he continued kissing my neck and squeezing my boobs harder.

"Mm." I moaned in agreement and I felt him taking my panties off from behind. "I'm all yours." I breathed out and turned to him, so we could kiss each other's lips. His taste like whiskey while mine - like white wine. We are inventing a new cocktail as we speak.

To my surprise, I managed to push him on the bed. I unzipped his white dress shirt, letting his beautiful upper body exposed, and half of his unique tattoo out.

I also slid down his unzipped pants and lossen belt. Couldn't help but stare at the view from his already formed erection.

"Already?" my jaw slightly dropped. Either I am a sex symbol in disguise or Joe will always be erectile functional...way too functional. Eventually, I took the boxers off, too before they get ripped by his own length.

"Already." he replied quietly. He stood in a sitting position at the corner of his king-sized bed while I was still standing. Joe ran his big hands, gently examining and admiring my body.

I felt the wetness forming down my core, so I didn't wait any longer and slowly sat on his dick, carefully taking it in.

Both of us were a groaning mess. Me because I still haven't fully adjusted to that monstrous length and Joe because the tightness must feel beyond incredible for him.

I was taking deep breaths until the awesomly painful entrance to feel like a strong embrace.

"I missed this so much" I released a breathy moan, collecting my composure and sligtlg fastening my pace of riding.

Up.

Down.

"Not more than me, I believe." Joe replied and we exchanged a kiss. He firmly gripped my hips and our bodies were stuck to each other like a glue and exchanging heat waves like radiators.

Up.

Down.

Joe let out a loud groan again. I know I must be killing him with this technique mixed with clutching. I've been attending some yoga classes lately and there was one about riding a man. The words of the teacher that we should make it like a dance, and the focus is the hips still echo in my mind.

I was certain I was gonna try this on him and judging by his reactions, he enjoys it and I haven't even fastened the pace...yet.

As I moved more quickly, the sounds of clapping spread through the room. Joe's breathing intensified as well as my moans because that shit feels truly magnificent.

"Babygirl..." he finally spoke. He is usually very, very talkative in the bedroom but this time he is rather silent and I think this may be a good sign.

The volcano of cum that just erupted in my insides confirmed it for me that he loved this and just a bit after that, I also exploded in pleasure, my sounds filling the whole mansion most definitely just how Joe is filling me up.

This dick may be a little too big for me but it for sure hits the spot every single time.

My man let out another groan and pulled us both down on the bed, so we could lay. With his dick still in me. We love to do this after we finish and not to pull it out immediately.

"Where did you learn all that?" he seemed genuinely shocked. I let out a chuckle and fixed a strand of his already loosened hair.

"Those yoga classes turned out to be more enriching than I foresaw." I replied.

"This is dangerous. You are dangerous. I barely could control myself. I wanted to extend the experience but good God, you are stronger than me." he concluded and looked slightly terrified. I, of course, enjoyed his little breakdown he was having.

"Is this funny to you, Miss Heyman?" Joe's eyebrows furrowed and I swear I could see a glimpse of Roman. I bursted out laughing. "Okay, have your fun but get ready for round two." he just threatened me with a good time.

THE END.

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peachypine · 7 months ago

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the roomies!!! i originally designed this ososan oc trio in full about a year ago to write on an rp blog. it's not really active rn, but i still want to talk and post about 'em, so here they are! just basic rundowns, but i'd be curious to hear which one (if any) is your fav of the three (feel free to leave it in the tags?? if u want!)

bonus transparent of them all together:

aaand some rambling under the cut about their designs

anzu:

i wanted to use orange as a character colour bc it's one that wasn't already used in the matsu rainbow, and i had a concept of a gyaru character named anzu kicking around in my head for a long time as well, so here we are. miwa from the mixer ep inspired the eyeshadow (orange rather than miwa's blue obv, to keep with her colour theme) and delinquent totoko's design inspired her ombre dyejob! i went with a blonde-to-orange look as a nod to anzu's namesake fruit (apricot).

the strands framing her face are split into 3 sections at the end (2/3 are grouped together and 1/3 flips in the other direction) which is a little nod to her being one of 3 siblings (eldest), as well as the "三" character used in her surname (mikado) meaning 3. the rest of her hairstyle is just because i thought it looked cute, though.

ososan's style is more simplified, but i wanted to convey makeup that was a little bold, but cute (long false lashes, eyeshadow, & and a soft pink or nude glossy lip). clothing-wise, she mixes and matches a few different substyles (agejo and onee are prominent, with some ane, tsuyome, and general old school gal influences as well?), with a particular fondness for animal prints, esp. tiger print. (that said, orange tiger print doesn't seem all that common in gyaru clothes, so in-universe i like to think that the top pictured above was originally a black-and-white zebra(?) stripe print she thrifted and dyed at home--close enough!)

her nails day to day are usually medium length since she has a lot of hobbies that involve her hands and anything longer makes those things a bit more cumbersome. sometimes they're decoden/bedazzled, sometimes they're just painted a cute colour/pattern, depends on the day! and i think she opts for press-ons over extensions for longer nails, since it's cheaper.

ran:

i'm just a bitch who loves purple, that's the reason for this one. i think the hime cut with shorter bangs is nice because you can showcase the eyebrows (i think eyebrows can really elevate a character design so i gave all 3 their own brow shape) without worrying about the lines for the eyebrows and bangs intersecting in an annoying way when you draw it. i like shorter, slightly sharp eyebrows like these because they're easy to draw, lol. i think they're usually furrowed like she's displeased with something, but that may just be her resting face. i also thought this blunter, sharper-looking cut (bold, standoffish) was a fun contrast to anzu's flippy half-updo (bright, bouncy) and yuzu's short, wavy hair (languid, relaxed).

5 piercings on each ear (2 spiked helix & 3 lobe) = 5 siblings including ran (4 older brothers). the other reason for this number of piercings was that her namesake flower (orchid) had--i thought--5 petals, but as it turns out i'm a fool, it's actually 3 petals (including the lip) and 3 sepals??? ah, well.

clothing-wise, influences from various punk/vkei styles alongside some rokku gyaru. (maybe anzu introduced her to this one?) this brash style is the total inverse of how she was expected to dress growing up. (when she and anzu first met, she was an OL with no piercings, undyed hair, and positively miserable, but that was a number of years ago now.) i'm really not reinventing the wheel with "small and angry", but y'know, we have fun here.

yuzu:

is teal distinct enough from blue to count as its own colour? i think so. for yuzu, i really loved the concept of a deadpan-looking character who is very much not the straightman, who in fact wants very badly to be the funnyman 99% of the time. that kind of straight-faced but silly comedic character is always really fun to me.

half-lidded/heavy-lidded eyes paired with thick brows are always a winner to me fsr, and i wanted to give her a more "handsome" looking face with a bit more of a defined jaw than you typically see on women in ososan. as a treat. i wanted her to look a bit like a mysterious prettyboy, but she's not actually mysterious, she's just a space cadet. (and very straightforward about her thoughts and feelings, saying them with little fuss or thought.) expectation vs reality, people deciding what you're like based on their own perception vs what you're actually like, etc. etc.

i don't have anything deep to say about her hairstyle, but maybe that's how yuzu would like it, what you see is what you get. (again, eyebrows vs hair... let that eyebrow scar that i gave her for no reason shine.) as for clothing, she prefers things that are easy to move around in, so her style is the most "matsuno"-like (t-shirts, hoodies, basketball shorts, sweats, etc.). in particular, she likes shirts with phrases, usually in english, that are funny or almost make sense but not quite ("for background visual gags" and "for the english speakers in the audience").

#ocmatsu #osomatsu san #osomatsu san oc #ososan oc #no clue what tag ppl use the most #fighting for my life to post this against my weird embarrassment abt showing my ocs outside of an rp blog #like yeah heres the little people i created in my head. yeah i made them to play pretend with. jesus christ #doing the equivalent of throwing this onto everyone's porch and then running away shielding my eyes #peach art #peach ocs #i had it in my head that anzu was a medabots fan as a kid which is where her fondness for robot characters comes from #wasn't even thinking about shake and ume LMAO i should draw that interaction tho #yuzu is THE hangyodon stan of all time btw. and that's half the reason she's so good at crane games. gotta win merch of the boy #ran liking ferrets im just like yeah i think she would like their little hands. childhood special interest perhaps #anzuranyuzu pj set perhaps i'll put her in a ferret kigurumi #anzu's would be a tiger and yuzu's idk....... pigeon? seal? up in the air #ran #anzu #yuzu #listed their age range instead of exact age because [gestures vaguely] ososan ages..... time...........#generally speaking i think yuzu is 1 year (maybe 2) younger than the matsus and ran and anzu are maybe 1-2 years older??? thereabouts

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knight-a3 · 5 months ago

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Heavenbound AU

Hazbin Masterpost

Lucifer the Fallen Angel; the King of Demons; the Scapegoat

There is a lot of lore and history to go over with this one. Let me teach you a thing or two about the bible!

Notes under the cut.

--Design notes--

Between dolls, snakes, apples, circuses, ducks, etc, there were just too many motifs/thematic elements to shove onto just Lucifer. So, I streamlined and distributed. Lucifer is goat themed, Lilith is snake themed. Charlie is a mix of the two. I also use this to partly to imply that "the Devil" is not solely Lucifer. But humans mistake various different demons as one character. Lucifer is just the one who gets blamed for everything. That's part of why he's a goat; he's a scapegoat.

Goats: There was a Jewish practice during Yom Kippur to place sin onto "scapegoats" and release them into the wilderness to basically rid the people of their sin. Specifically, they were sent to "Azazel", meaning "remove from or separate from god", which refers to a desolate place.

Goats as a demonic symbol comes primarily from pagan influences rather than the Bible. I had a couple goats before settling on sheep instead, and they're just silly guys. They're not evil.

Apples- I reduced this because I think it would be more fitting for Adam and Eve. Both ate the fruit, and it didn't make them evil or anything. Also, the fruit is never stated to specifically be an apple. That only happened due to how language evolved. But I still like how his coat kinda resembles an apple core...so it can stay.

Doll- I know Charlie is meant to resemble a porcelain doll. And in canon gets it from her dad. But I don't really understand why, so I took it away from him and gave it to Lilith, since she was created and placed on earth like a doll.

King- He does not have any real authority beyond his power as a fallen seraphim. It's basically a prison, and even Lucifer is caged. Nobody bothers to respect him. So the "crown" on his hat resembles a gate or cell bars.

Ducks- I never understood the choice to associate Lucifer with ducks. And thematically, I can't really justify it. He can still like ducks, I guess. But it won't be a design motif.

Full demon: Since I'm committing to his goat theme, I figured he could have multiple horns instead of wings. He lost his wings when he fell. As an angel, his symbol was a star. As a demon, it got flipped upside down to represent a falling star. That's the pentagram. In images of the satanic goat, it often had the pentagram on its forehead, so I included that.

Angel: I want angels to look more human, so that's that.

--Wings: Seraphim are described as having 3 sets of wings. Rather than deal with all that or even try to figure out the anatomy of that, I just gave them three sets of primary feathers, which sort of imitates the 6-winged look but is easier for me to wrap my head around and draw. Also, "biblically accurate angels" aren't as biblically accurate as you think.

--Halos: I have a specific idea for how angel halos work, but I plan to get to that in a different post. For now, just know that seraphim have two halos for a reason.

--Star: A pentagram is an upside down star. It represents the fall of the morning star. So his angel symbol is a star.

Name: Helel, Lucifer, Samael

As an angel, his name was Helel, then the elder seraphim renamed him Samael after he fell, so they could pretend they're different people. He took on the name Lucifer himself after his fall.

Helel: Helel is the Hebrew word that was translated as the latin word lucifer. Helel means "shining one", while lucifer means "light bringer" or "morning star"; lucifer can also be a verb that basically means to light a match.

Lucifer: Instead of translating the word into an English equivalent, Helel was translated as the latin term, lucifer. The word lucifer is used only once in some translations of the Bible, found in the book of Isaiah, but not as a name. Lucifer was often used as an epithet for the "star" Venus, and was used to represent pride because it rose and fell before the sun. Hence why lucifer also means "morning star". In Isaiah 14:12, The king of Babylon is being called the morning star as it falls from heaven. The capitalization of lucifer was possibly a misinterpretation by the translators.

Samael is, in some Jewish stories, the husband of Lilith. So I found a way to use all three names(Helel, Lucifer, and Samael). It means something along the lines of "severity of god" or "poison or venom of god". It is also not in the Bible.

Backstory

(Feb 21, 2025- changed the flame color to blue instead of red for lore reasons. Updated title lines.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #hellaverse #lucifer morningstar #heavenbound au #a3 art #fanart #digital art #character sheet

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fictfrenzy · 4 months ago

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assigning the "batfam"* instruments bc im bored. sidenote idc if you disagree make your own post ^__^

Alfred: French Horn. idk man i almost gave him saxophone but didnt wanna give bruce french horn. so here we are. hes still more of a piano guy but this isnt abt that

Bruce: Saxophone. i think it still works with him! smooth andd cool. works for me, works for him

Barbara: Euphonium. sorry i fucking love the euphonium, its a great instrument. shout out euphonium players. i think it fits barb because its like, deep and Important when its in a piece. usually. and makes great background!

Dick: Trumpet. hes as loud and annoying as one <3 additionally a piece thats on the rougher/faster lol end of the musical spectrum will feel kinda empty without a trumpet.

Cass: Flute. im a flute player + i love cass. the flute is an instrument that you have to really strain to hear in any given piece, which really matches her thing of just Appearing Out of Nowhere. but if you give the flute a solo, it usually slays rly fucking hard, and cass is the same as a character!

Jason: Tuba. he has the vibe of a tuba player. i dont actually know much about the tuba itself, but like its genuinely a rly cool instrument solo or not. and i think that just matches jason

Steph: Clarinet. matches the flute, but still has its own spotlight (in fact usually the favorite instrument of the 2, like goddamn bitch why are there so many clarinets!!!!). I really like how the clarinet sounds in solos, specially some of the lower notes, and i just ghergjhh. matches the flute. stephcass. youre welcome

Tim: Trombone. hes tiny. trombone big. hes probably the type of player to stand/lean on his case. not only is tim being a trombone player comical, but like, i think it works for him. specially given the genre range of the trombone!

Duke: Oboe. matches flute & clarinet (they are my fav trio eat shit & die!!!!), but also has its own theme— i think its quite versatile in the way that a mix of a trombone & a clarinet would be. duke also just has that vibe man idk

Damian: Triangle. "the triangle is the easiest instrument out there!!" "triangle’s so easy" "the triangle is like for little kids" damian decimates three entire audiences with a triangle solo. bows out. the triangle is NOT easy and i fully believe he’d be given the triangle bc of people underestimating him and surprise, surprise, the triangle's quite difficult!!! but not for dami of course, hes gonna excel at it. duh.

anyways. queue clapping. youre welcome

*not everyone, one day maybe !! but i wrote these on a whim during class & could only cover so many people lmao

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punkeropercyjackson · 6 months ago

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🍫Zuko headcanons🍫

🍫Multiracial asian but mainly japanese ancestry.It's confirmed in one of the novel's there was a cultural unification in-universe so as a biracial latina,i'm taking this as mixed-coding

🍫Trans man who dosen't mind dipping his toes into femininity when asked(usually by Aang)but generally strongly perfers masculinity in his presentation.His egg cracked in his toddler years and due to his societal position,getting t and surgeries was very easy and his top surgery scars are dragon wing shaped

🍫Also sorry short king Zuko nation but i'm a 2nd tallest member of The Gaang Zuko truther.Katara is 6'7 and Zuko is 6'4(and goes without saying she uses it to tease him and calls him 'Squirt' and he sputters and yells at her every time)

🍫Autistic with anxiety,bpd,npd and ptsd.That no masking game rbf is iconic and he also has chronic pain and fatigue and uses a tricked up cane Sokka made him that's also a sword and goes with saying he's legally blind in his scar eye

🍫Tradgoth.Emo Zuko is fake and so is punk Zuko and grunge Zuko and literally any non-goth Zuko and i'm including poser goth Zuko.In a modern au he'd walk around looking like Spencer's ate him up then vomited him out into an empty grave he dug his own way out of Jason Todd style and a cunti maximus.He would also listen to death rock,Korn and breakcore,slander Hot Topic,encourage diy and online store shopping,play pirated horror games(and Animal Crossing),collect lost media items,do deepdive research into urban legends as a special interest,attend moshes,skateboard and do piercings for neighbourhood kids who ask him(including Aang🫶🏽)

🍫Fat/Dad bod.Give that guy some REAL thickness,none of that dehydrated bodybuilder bullshit.It was caused by him eating a lot more and a lot healthier,both from his healing arc with a new enviorment that's actually good for him and to sustain himself in training and Aang also has some chub going on but from the start of the series and he helps Zuko know there's nothing wrong with big builds and Zuko has pretty much no body insecurities as a result just like he does(it dispelling fears of resembling Ozai as he got older certainly didn't hurt)

🍫Katara and him are honorary siblings and she's his way cooler little sister figure and he's her older brother only she can bully 2:Electric Boogalo.I like to think they make matching friendship bracelets with eachother's aesthetics(so a sea themed one for Zuko and a gothic themed one for Katara)and Zuko convinces Katara to emotionally rely on him even if she'll never see him as a dad like Aang and Toph do and it eventually works

🍫He also is the reason she discovered cat cafes and she goes to them bi-monthly now as comfort and to unwind from all her constant activism.Zuko's a huge fan of cat cafes too and they were safe spaces for him pre-banishment and one of the first thing's he did when the war ended was go to one again.Whoever Zuko is dating is given cat cafe punch cards by him as one of the ultimate romantic gestures in his mind(he right though)

🍫Calls Aang 'My Sunshine',a nickname that fits his sunny personality but also to say he gave him the strength he needed to connect to his own power to save himself by bringing the sun back into his life in his hand,extended to him to give him a chance even when he was too caught up to see he had one.Less setimentally,he also calls him 'Mittens'

🍫Bites as affection,little nibbles or straight up enough for the other person to bleed depending on how cool they are with it.He asks and establishes consent first obvs even in the former cases

🍫Boba is the only kind of tea he likes.Don't @ me with 'he spit it out when Iroh invented it and had him try it',he was just surprised at the tapioca balls.His favorite flavors are brown sugar,cotton candy,funfetti,berrymix and oreo

🍫SUPER physically affectionate with Aang and it started one sided on his part but Zuko soon starting instigating it too instead of tolerating it to enjoying it about two years into their friendship.If he goes too long without an Aang hug he finds it upsetting and it pisses him off

🍫Very into gems,odd rocks,seashells,etc and has a secret stockpile in his room

🍫Pretty long hair,all the way down to his hips and perfers it out of his face,in a back of the head ponytail or half-up in a bun with the rest loose

🍫Always knew he was bi subconciously but didn't realize it until he was 16.He's that one tweet-'I'm probably a faggot x2 combo but i got a quest so idrc about that rn'

🍫Modern au Zuko is obsessed with PushPops.Don't question it,just know i'm right and may figure out a way to canonize them to core Atla

🍫Apologized to Azula and rebuilt a relathionship with her as soon as he released her from prison as The Gaaang were struck with how broken and not 'too far gone' she is.It took a long time and so much fucking work but The Fire Siblings finally felt comfortable seeing eachother as family and acting as not legit beefy but healthy siblings

🍫Has a voice tic where he constantly sounds angry and can't control it and he has to learn to tell people so they don't mistake it for lashing out at them

🍫Likes wearing long sleeves for that flap stim and drumming his fingers but to create a musical sound rather than for the sake it of as a stim too.Crushing stims are a Zuko trademark

🍫'Why does Zuko call you babygirl?''Aang,how about we just stop talking for a little while?' < every Zuko ship

🍫Dangly lemon quartz material dragon earrings

🍫Adores Choose Your Own Adventure comics and books!!He loves choosing his own destiny alright /lh /pos

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flickering-nightfall · 2 years ago

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I loveee how you draw iterator antennae,, please tell how do you design them?? Personally for me one of the hardest parts of designing iterators

Also - Love you art! Have a good day/night :)

Tysm <3

This one's tough, I don't really think too hard about how I design antennae. I just go with whatever looks right and fits the character lol but I'll try to talk about it anyways.

Moon and Pebbles are based off their in-game appearances. They have changes between depictions though so there's some wiggle room. Pebbles' is based off his sprite and Moon's off of one of her art pieces. (Her dull blue color is pulled from her sprite.) This seems to be popular in fan depictions too.

Sig and Suns are also based off official depictions. Sig I took some more liberties with - he really should have rounder, more protruding headphone bases. But I wanted some variety in headphone bases and he kind of just... ended up with a geometric shape theme to match his diamond mark. This is their only official image, so I just shrugged and gave them some broad small antennae that would be hidden at the back from this front angle, because I wanted to. (Bald Sig is valid but I like what I did hah)

Suns is a mix between the in-game art and the concept art by (I'm never sure what name to use here, but the art listed on the wiki is by-) Minkimaro. Mine's gotten more blocky/volumetric antennae over time, and every time I draw them their collar gets bigger. It's an addiction. They have to be comfy.

Wind and Innocence both have more unique antenna, and multiple segments. I wanted to balance them out with the others design-wise, but I wanted them to be distinct from each other too. So Wind gets these wide fan antenna and Innocence get triple thin antenna on joints.

And here's some OCs for variety.

I guess here's some stuff to chew on-

Shape, width, size of the base headphone parts

Shape, width, size of the antennae

How many antennae? Are the antennae all the same size/shape?

Embellishments (such as the extra details on Flicker's)

Does the design suit the character's look? If they can emote with the antennae, how does that fit their personality?

If it matters to you, how do your antenna work, mechanically speaking? If they can move, do they have ranges? For example - Suns' antennae have great horizontal range, but they can't fold them down past their headphone bases.

#sure this one can go in the main tag. why not #look at my ocs boy #rain world #rw spoilers #dp spoilers #flickerdoodles #art #text #ask #anon #group pic #long post #i guess?

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yanderestarangel · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

TW: smut, vaginal sex, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than "you", m!masturbation, bloodkink, rough sex, degradation, stalking, small compliments, halloween themes, knife!play.

♡ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 ♡

➛ 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

➛ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

➛ 𝐒𝐘𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

— 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

You were Little Red Riding Hood, on vacation from college you decided to walk through the forest, but soon got lost, finding the big bad wolf Bi Han, shirtless, black pants, and smiling showing his sharp fangs. "-Lost, hmm? Well, how lucky for me to have stumbled upon such a delicious treat in my forest. Tell me, little boy, have you ever been devoured by a wolf before?" -Bi Han licked his lips, his eyes fixed on your cleavage as he approached you, his voice was low and seductive as he spoke. He reached out, gently tracing his finger along the curve of your breasts. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

"-It seems that Little Red Riding Hood wants to be devoured, by me." -His voice was a dangerous whisper, full of promises of pleasure and danger, as he continued to run his fingers over your exposed skin, a soft moan escaped your lips. The touch, so forbidden and yet so alluring, awakened a primal desire within you.

Bi Han pressed your lips against his, his kiss possessing an intoxicating mix of dominance and tenderness. His hands roamed freely over your body, his touch igniting a fire inside you that threatened to consume you entirely, the forest became his playground, a backdrop for your lustful encounter with the dreaded Big Bad Wolf.

As the two of you locked in a passionate embrace, the sounds of nature mixed with your moans of pleasure. Hiis hands explored every inch of your body, leaving a trail of desire. His dress was discarded lightly, the cool air caressed your bare skin as you gave yourself completely to his touch.

The forest became a symphony of pleasure as Bi Han's lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. He took his time, savoring every inch of your body as if he were indulging in the most decadent feast. His tongue caressed your sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"-You're so wet, little one. Do you want me to take you right here, in the middle of the forest? To fuck you hard until you can't walk in a straight line?" With a hunger that matched his namesake, Bi Han's hands went to his waist, lifting your effortlessly and pressing your against a nearby tree. The rough bark scratched her back.

"-I can see how eager you are for some...attention" -He purred, his voice rough and seductive. His strong hands roamed your body, tracing the curves of your ass and the delicate lace of her panties, the sensation sent shivers of pleasure through you, making your pussy throb with anticipation.

As he pressed his bulging cock against your clothed pussy, you couldn't suppress a moan. The friction caused by the fabric only increased his desire, and you could feel the wetness running down the lace, staining it with your arousal.

Bi Han's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he felt her wetness against his hardness. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your ear. "-You like feeling my dick against your pussy, don't you? You're such a naughty little thing, getting all wet for me."

His hands tightened on his waist, pulling you closer to him, the pressure between your bodies becoming more intense.

Every touch, every brush of his cock against your sensitive flesh, sent waves of pleasure through his body. You were completely at his mercy, lost in the heady mix of pleasure and danger.

Bi Han pulled your panties aside, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze, your eyes met his, and with one quick thrust, Bi Han filled you completely, stretching you to your limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that made you plunge into a haze of bliss. He began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting all the right spots. Finally, with a guttural moan, Bi Han released inside you, his hot seed filling you completely. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you surfed the waves of ecstasy. As you both caught your breath, Bi Han leaned in, placing a possessive kiss on your lips.

"-Remember, little one, this forest is mine. And now, so are you."

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

— 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄!𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐗 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Tomas Vrbada was a lonely vampire and you were a peasant, walking around his castle, picking some fruit, soon Tomas sees you, luring you to his castle using his curiosity for the occult.

You soon enter his dark castle. "-Oh, a little human peasant in my castle?" -Tomas spoke calmly, but excited to finally have company, wearing the black cloak as he towered over you, he smiled, his eyes shining with a mixture of mischief and desire. He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on your breasts bouncing with hunger.

"-There is no need to apologize, my dear. You stumbled upon my humble abode and I must say that you piqued my interest" -He said, his voice low and seductive.

As you backed away,Tomas followed, his long strides closing the distance between you. His eyes never left your chest, his own arousal becoming evident as he watched your breasts bounce seductively beneath the fabric of your peasant dress. Tomas reached out his hand, brushing your arm gently, sending a shiver down your spine, his touch was cold but electric, lighting a fire inside you.

"-There is something in you, A certain innocence that begs to be corrupted. Will I be the one to awaken your darkest desires?" -Tomas's smile widened, his fangs gleaming in the castle's dim light. He moved closer, his hand still resting on your arm, his touch sending waves of excitement and uncertainty through your body. "-You may be here for fruit, but I feel like there's something else that draws you to me.." -Tomas' gaze traveled to your exposed chest, his eyes filled with desire. "-Your beauty is undeniable" -he admitted, his voice hoarse.. "-And its unique nature only adds to the intrigue." His fingers gently ran down your arm. "-Would you allow me to show you a world beyond the limits of the mundane? A world full of pleasure and ecstasy?"

The vampire moved closer, his lips brushing his ear as he spoke in a low, sensual tone. "-I can promise you an experience unlike any other, my dear. One that will awaken your deepest desires and fulfill your wildest fantasies. Will you take my hand and let me guide you into the darkness?"

Tomas' eyes shone with hunger and excitement as he sank his fangs into your neck, injecting his vampiric venom into you. The poison coursed through your veins, sharpening your senses and awakening an insatiable lust within you. His body shook as the poison took effect, your pussy instantly became wet with desire.

With a quick, deliberate movement,Tomas guided you to the goth couch, his hard cock pressing into your clothed pussy. He watched with dark intensity as you began to rub your wetness against his throbbing member, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You both moaned in unison, the heady sounds filling the air.

Tomas's hands roamed his body, his touch electric and demanding. He ran his fingers down the curve of her back, holding your waist possessively. His lips captured yours in a passionate, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with his saliva, intensifying the sensations pulsing through you.

As you continued to grind against him, your arousal increasing with each movement, Tomas's grip tightened. He guided your hips, increasing the pressure and the pace. His wetness coated his shaft, the anticipation of penetration reaching an exquisite peak.

But just as the pleasure threatened to consume you, Tomas pulled away, his eyes filled with perverse desire."-Not yet my dear, we have all the time in the world to savor every moment."

With a devilish grin, Tomas shifted position, his body now hovering over his. He trailed kisses along your neck, his fangs brushing your skin, heightening your arousal even more. His hands explored the curves of your body, teasing and caressing every inch.

"-Tell me, my dear... what else do you long for? What other pleasures should I grant you?"

Tomas's eyes burned with a mix of desire and hunger as he exposed your dripping wet pussy. He didn't waste any time, slowly but surely pushing his thick cock inside you. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the fullness of him, stretching you deliciously with each inch that entered your tight warmth.

Your moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure intertwining with the sound of Tomas's own whimpering. The slow, deliberate thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing your walls to clench around him in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper.

As you rode his cock, the sensations became overwhelming. The friction of his member sliding in and out of your wetness sent bolts of pleasure shooting through you. Your hips moved in sync with his, grinding and gyrating in a desperate search for release.

Tomas's hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, urging you to take him deeper. The intensity of his gaze never wavered as he watched you ride him, his own pleasure evident in the way his breathing quickened and his muscles tensed beneath you.

The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies coming together, the wet, slapping noises of your skin meeting, mingling with your moans and gasps of pleasure. The air grew thick with the heady scent of sex, fueling your desire even further.

With every thrust, every movement, you could feel the tension building, the coil of pleasure tightening within you. It was a slow burn, an exquisite torture, as you both approached the peak of ecstasy. And when it finally crashed over you, it was like a tidal wave, consuming you both in a symphony of pleasure and release. Tomas's fangs sank into your neck once again, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through your body. As he drank your blood, his praise filled the air, his voice a sultry melody in your ear.

"-Mmm, my sweet, intoxicating feast..." -he murmured "-Your blood, so delicious... so alluring." Tomas continued to drink, his lips moving against your skin, his tongue lapping up every drop.

The sensation of his mouth on your neck combined with the relentless pounding of his cock inside you pushed you further into a state of ecstasy. Your pussy tightened around him, milking his member with every powerful movement.

Tomas's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he matched your increased pace. His breath was hot against your skin as he whispered in between sips of your blood. "-You are exquisite, my sweetheart, so willing, so eager to please. I can feel you clenching around me, taking me deeper. Such a good little slut."

His words only served to fuel your pleasure, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter and brighter with each passing moment. The sound of your bodies colliding, the wetness of your juices mingling with the scent of blood and sex, created a symphony of desire that echoed throughout the room.

As Tomas continued to drink from you, his thrusts grew more demanding, more urgent. The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, the coil of need within you ready to snap. And when it did, it was a cataclysmic release, both of pleasure and blood, that left you breathless and spent in his embrace, it was like an explosion, a burst of pleasure that radiated through every fiber of your being. Your body convulsed, your pussy clenching around Tomas's cock in a mind-shattering orgasm. The room seemed to spin as you both rode the waves of ecstasy, lost in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "-You're my sweet little vampire now."

— 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄!𝐒��𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐗 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

It was Halloween night, all your friends had gone out to a party, but you decided to stay at home because of rumors of a new ghostfsce. But soon soon feeling watched. You heard the phone ring, with a thick, modified voice on the other end.

"-Hi (Y/N)...alone tonight baby? I'm going to make you scream." -Syzoth, the new ghostface, spoke on the line, it sounded like a threat but with lust. You soon get pissed off with the unknown modulated and thick voice on the other end of the line. "-Oh, baby, don't be mad. It's just a little game I like to play. I love seeing fear mixed with desire in your eyes. It gets me so fucking hard." Syzoth taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

The sound of skin against skin filled the air, the unmistakable rhythm of a handjob. It was as if he was pleasuring himself while tormenting you. His laughter echoed through the phone, a wicked symphony of dominance and arousal. As much as you wanted to resist, a part of you couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement. The combination of fear and forbidden pleasure was intoxicating, igniting a fire within you. Your anger mingled with a growing anticipation, and your body responded to the sounds on the other end of the line. "-Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. I'll make you scream, but it won't be from fear alone. You're going to beg me for more." -Syzoth responded, his voice filled with a sinister promise. "-You can call me your worst nightmare, your darkest desire."

"-Just imagine my fingers slipping inside you, making your little pussy wet and desperate for more, I'm going to take you on a wild ride tonight, one that will make you scream and beg for more. You can resist if you want, but we both know deep down that you crave this, that you want to submit to my every command." -He continues talking, while you heard small distinct moans from the killer's modulated voice, while you heard the sound of handjobs increase on the other side. "-I'm the one who's been watching you, fantasizing about you. I know all your dirty secrets, your deepest desires. And tonight, I'm going to fulfill them, you can call me your worst nightmare, your darkest desire."

You hang up the phone, the explanation and fear ran through your body, then you hear footsteps around the house, seeing the kitchen glass door completely broken, he was already inside your house, it was a game of cat and mouse now. Syzoth, wearing the Ghostface mask, chased after you as you desperately tried to escape his clutches. Fear and anticipation surged through your veins, causing your heart to race and your breath to come in ragged gasps. But no matter how hard you tried to outrun him, his predatory instincts allowed him to catch up to you, sending you crashing onto the floor.

As you lay there, your body trembling, Syzoth loomed over you, his sadistic smile visible through the eyeholes of the mask. The glint of the knife in his hand sent a thrilling chill down your spine, heightening the intensity of the moment. Your eyes darted between his face and the sight of his hard, throbbing cock, and a mixture of fear and arousal flooded your senses.

With a wicked grin, Syzoth slowly removed his mask, revealing his handsome, yet twisted face. His eyes held a dark, almost hypnotic allure that drew you in, making you feel both captivated and vulnerable. The sight of his face, combined with the dangerous lust in his eyes, sent a surge of desire coursing through your body. With a swift motion, he tore at your clothes, exposing your breasts and your wet, eager pussy to his hungry gaze.

The sharp edge of the knife pressed against your throat, adding a dangerous element to the already intense situation, your arousal and making you moan with a combination of delight and agony.

As Syzoth positioned himself between your legs, his thick, throbbing cock poised at your entrance, you could feel the weight of his dominance, of his control, in every touch. He relished in the degradation, in the power he held over you, and you found yourself drawn to this twisted dynamic, craving more of his touch, more of his dominance.

Without hesitation, he pushed himself inside you, the sensation of his hardness stretching you, filling you, mingling with the sharp pleasure of the knife against your throat. The pain and pleasure mingled together, creating a heady mix that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Syzoth continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent. Each stroke pushed you closer to the edge, your body responding eagerly to his touch. The pleasure built within you, threatening to consume you entirely, as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating mix of pain, pleasure, and submission, he continues to thrust into you with a force that borders on roug. "-You're just a filthy little slut, aren't you?" -Syzoth sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. "-You love being used like this, don't you? Begging for my cock while I hold this knife against your delicate skin."

"-Look at you (Y/N), all spread open, taking my cock like the whore you are, you're nothing more than a fuck toy for my pleasure." -With every thrust, every word, he exerts his power over you, leaving you completely at his mercy. The intensity of the moment consumes you, erasing any trace of inhibition or shame. You exist solely to please him. You got even wetter, your pussy milked Syzoth's cock, making him laugh. "-You like being degraded, don't you, you filthy little slut?" -Syzoth growls, his voice laced with dark pleasure.

"-You're nothing but a fuck toy for my amusement. Look at you, all exposed and wet, begging for my cock, you're so desperate for the pain and pleasure I give you... Pathetic. You're nothing more than a plaything for my sadistic pleasure, I'll use you however I please, and you'll take it willingly, won't you? Because deep down, you're just a filthy little whore who craves my rough touch."

As Syzoth takes out his cell phone, a sinister grin spreads across his face. He relishes in the power he holds over you, using the device to capture your vulnerability and submission. With a firm grip on your hair, he positions you face down, presenting your backside to him.

"-Look at the camera, you little slut." -Syzoth hisses with a sadistic edge. "-Show me that you're nothing more than a dirty fucktoy, ready to be used and discarded. Smile for me, my little whore."

As Syzoth continues to pound into you, he taunts you further, his voice dripping with dominance. "-You're just a tight hole for me." he sneers. "-You exist solely to be fucked and filled. Moan for the camera, let everyone see what a filthy slut you truly are."

The sound of the camera clicking in the background serves as a constant reminder of your exposure, heightening your arousal and pushing you further into subspace. His words, laced with degradation and desire, fuel your own pleasure, igniting a fiery desire within you.

With each command and each thrust, you feel yourself losing control, surrendering completely to the dark desires that consume you. The pleasure and degradation blend together, creating an intoxicating cocktail of sensations that overwhelm your senses.

As he nears his own climax, his thrusts become more urgent, driving you both closer to the edge. The camera continues to capture the explicit moments, freezing them in time as a testament to the intensity of your encounter.

Finally, with a primal groan, Syzoth releases his hot load deep inside you, claiming you as his own. The sensation of his warm cum filling you triggers your own orgasm, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body.

Syzoth, still in his Ghostface costume, gazes down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and dominance. He knows that he has pushed your boundaries and taken you to the edge of lust. "-I'll see you next Halloween (Y/N)."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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tumbleweed-writes · 1 year ago

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From your smut prompt list....how about #1 and #44 for my favorite scotsman Chibs?

Belonging.

I have zero idea how this got so filthy. I would apologize for the filth, but it's smut. What'd ya expect???

18+ Only obviously.

Chibs pushes Y/N away in a poorly thought out attempt to protect her . Y/N decides to go on a date with a rebound to mend her broken heart and Chibs is left trying to remind Y/N that they belong with one another.

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This date was a terrible idea. In fact, it might be the worst idea she’d ever had in her entire life. The thought danced through her head as she studied herself in the floor length mirror in her bedroom. A voice in the back of her head exclaimed that the polite and handsome rookie cop who’d asked her on a date was not quite worthy of the pretty little floral dress she’d chosen to wear.

The white knee length dress was adorned with red roses and the sweetheart neckline gave a perfect view of her cleavage. The red heels she’d worn with it made her legs look so appealing. She’d spent far too long curling her hair and picking out a perfect shade of red lipstick to match the roses on her dress.

The dress had been bought with a much different man in mind. Her heart ached as it reminded her that this man was clearly no longer worthy of this dress.

When she met Filip Chibs Telford she should have been wise enough to know he would break her heart.

She had been new in town opening a bakery not far from Floyd’s Barbershop on main street. She’d used what little inheritance she’d received from her grandfather to follow her dreams and open a bakery. She’d taken a huge risk having left her safe and stable job to follow her passions and open her own business. She’d been praying the risk would pay off.

She’d chosen to move from San Francisco out to Charming, California. She’d been charmed by the name, no pun intended, and the small town atmosphere. It felt like the perfect place to follow her dreams.

One of her very first customers had been one Gemma Teller Morrow.

The intimidating looking Queen of SAMCRO had been looking for a birthday cake for her grandson and had been impressed with Y/N’s work.

Y/N had been nervous but delighted to have her first big client and she’d thrown herself into making the Harley Davidson themed cake for the toddler.

The men who had been sent to pick up said cake had not been what she’d been expecting. The Scotsman in particular had caught her attention; the accent quite uncommon in the middle of northern California.

She’d been unaware that she had caught his attention as well.

At the time of their first meeting she’d been a bit distracted by Bobby Munson who’d been talking to her about the secret to a perfect muffin. She’d not noticed the Scottish Son admiring her during the discussion she’d been having with Bobby over preferred leavening agents and the perfect ratio of fruit to batter in blueberry muffins.

Bobby had become a frequent visitor to her bakery after the birthday cake job, and much to her shock the Scotsman had joined him more often than not.

The very first conversation Chibs and she had ever had one on one had been over shortbread, in particular his praise for her shortbread. She’d taken it as a genuine compliment when he’d admitted that her Scottish shortbread was the best he’d had stateside.

A friendship had formed between Chibs and she, although she knew to outsiders it might appear to be a strange friendship; the scary looking forty something year old outlaw biker being so buddy buddy with the young sweet looking baker. It was an odd mix; leather and whiskey with floral dresses and cupcakes.

The change in their friendship had come unexpectedly. She’d had some trouble with a local developer who’d been visiting Charming; the man had begun attempting to intimidate Y/N into backing out of her lease. He’d been quite pushy with a few of the businesses on main street.

He had intentions of building some upscale condos and high end retail on the street. He thought Charming would be a perfect getaway for yuppies looking to escape the big city.

Apparently the landlord who owned this particular strip of buildings on main street was not interested in selling the property. He’d figured he had a pretty good deal going with the businesses operating there as most had been there for decades.

So the developer had taken to attempting to get the business owners who were renting the shop spaces to back out of their lease.

His attempts to get Y/N to give up her retail space had been friendly at first, until it had become clear that she was not interested in moving from her place of business no matter how much money he was willing to throw at her.

He’d gotten quite demanding and it had become full on harassment.

SAMCRO didn’t take kindly to the developer taking an interest in Charming’s real estate if it meant bringing in outsiders to the safe haven that was Charming, and Chibs had not taken kindly to the man attempting to intimidate the pretty young baker who he’d taken such a liking to.

SAMCRO had been willing to come to her defense and Chibs had seemed to take quite the pleasure in scaring off the developer.

Y/N’s intention to thank the guys with baked goods, and Chibs with his own batch of Scottish Shortbread, had been started with innocent intentions.

The guys had appreciated the muffins she’d baked them as well as the cake. Chibs had appreciated the shortbread…but somehow her thank you to him had gotten a little out of hand.

One second he’d been standing in her shop accepting the box of shortbread and the next minute her lips had been pressed to his; his hands caressing her body.

She was grateful that the bakery had been closed and it had been late enough at night because Chibs had wound up taking her back to the kitchen and one thing had led to another. She was sure the health department would shut her down if they’d ever known just what she allowed Chibs to do to her, bending her over the counter, and what they’d done on the floor.

They’d laid side by side nude on the kitchen floor both out of breath staring up at the ceiling when the words had left him. “I think it kinda goes without sayin that I like ye a lot.”

The giggle that had left her made a smile cross his features, the smile only growing as she spoke in response. “Good, I like you a lot too.”

Things had been good; they’d been happy.

Then things had changed. Jax Teller had taken the gavel becoming club pres and Chibs had become his SGT At Arms.

With the new title came some unexpected distance between Chibs and she. Y/N had figured at first that perhaps Chibs had just been busy given all the changes in the club, but then weeks had gone by and then before she knew it a month had gone by and she barely heard from him.

She’d made several attempts to reconnect with him and find the spark they seemed to have lost; but he’d just seemed to brush off her attempts. She’d called and paid visits to TM Auto…she’d even visited the clubhouse and his apartment, but he’d seemed so eager to push her away.

The last interaction they’d had told her all she needed to know.

They’d been standing in his dorm room at the clubhouse after she’d paid a visit practically begging him to just give her a moment of his time.

She could remember the words that she’d said to him. “Lately, I just feel like maybe you don’t love me as much as I love you. I just feel so…neglected. I know you’re busy, but I’d like to at least feel like you still have a moment for me in your life. Lately, it feels like I have to fight tooth and nail to get you to glance my way. I know there’s been a lot of changes for you in the club, and I’m trying to be supportive…I am trying so hard to meet you halfway, but it feels like I’m the only one trying. I feel like I’m fighting so hard for us. I’m so tired of fighting, Filip…I can’t be the only one fighting for us.”

The words she’d gotten in response had felt like a knife to the chest. “Maybe it aint worth fightin fer.”

“I love you, how is that not worth fighting for?” She questioned not above pleading with him. This just seemed to be coming out of left field. She didn’t understand how he could claim that they weren’t worth fighting for.

He’d always made her feel so loved and adored. She felt so connected to him. He made her feel so wonderful. How had he changed so quickly without even a moment's notice?

The response she got cut her all the more deeply. “Jus leave me alone, Y/N.”

He paused the next words that left him sounding uncharacteristically cruel. “It was fun while it lasted, aye? Ye were a good fuck. We got each other off and it was all good n’ well. Shite is getting too deep between us lately; too personal. It’s gettin a wee bit pathetic on yer half. Yer clingy and desperate. Like I said, shite is pathetic. I can’t do commitment, Lass. I ain't the type to give ye the white wedding and white picket fence. We’re two different people from two very different worlds. We should own up to the fact that our paths ain’t goin to align. Ye shoulda known from the start what this shite was between us. This was never anythin serious fer me. I don’t love ye.”

Those words had shattered her heart; she only managed to step back from him as though he’d slapped her. She spoke, her words harsh, tears flooding her vision. “I wish I had never met you.”

With that she’d turned away and fled from his room and his life.

She’d allowed herself time to cry and have the biggest pity party known to man. Then she’d done her very best to put on a brave face and carry on with her life without Chibs Telford. She had returned to work and pasted a smile on her face. She’d thrown herself into her work. She had ignored the looks of pity that had been sent her way as Bobby and a few brave members of SAMCRO had dared to still come to her shop for baked goods.

She’d not seen neither hide nor hair of Chibs Telford though, and even though her heart might claim differently, her head insisted that it was just as well for her.

Even if her heart screamed that it was a lie; she swore that she never cared to see Filip Chibs Telford ever again as long as she lived and breathed.

When a handsome young rookie cop had stepped into her shop with his little sister in tow looking to buy a treat for the girl; Y/N had been flattered by his obvious flirtation. She hated to admit it was cute. Guys who were good with kids were appealing.

Though she didn’t quite get the same weak kneed putty feeling she got when Chibs flirted with her; she’d forced herself to flirt back with the young officer.

When he’d come back a week ago and asked her out for dinner, she’d said yes despite her heart screaming at her that she was not ready.

That was how she wound up sitting at an Italian restaurant on main street with her date. The restaurant was nice; romantic and cozy. The candlelight failed to invoke romantic notions in Y/N though as she stared at her date.

Seth; his name was Seth.

He was sweet, intelligent, handsome, and funny. He was kind and seemed as though he was passionate about his work. He had brought her a bouquet of roses and complemented her outfit. He’d held the car door open for her. He’d hung on every word she’d said tonight. He didn’t do a thing for her though.

There was no spark there at all. He didn’t make her heart skip a beat. He didn’t make her feel that stir of lust deep within her. He didn’t make butterflies fill her belly. He didn’t make her feel like a nervous schoolgirl.

She found herself comparing him to a certain Scotsman. He had a nice smile but his smile was missing the dimples she adored in Chibs. He had a charm to him; but it was not the same charm Chibs Telford had mastered. He was handsome and young, but Chibs was handsome in his own right and she was fond of the gray along his temples. Seth had a slow California accent but it was nothing like Chibs’ thick Scottish brogue. Seth was brave due to his career, but she didn’t feel the same sense of protection she felt around Chibs. He was funny, but he failed to make her laugh as hard as Chibs though. He was sexually appealing, but she didn’t find herself picturing what he might be like in bed. A voice in the back of her head exclaimed that he could not please her the way Chibs had done.

Chibs Telford had ruined her for other men, and she despised him for it.

It felt hopeless. She hated that she was on a date with a nice and socially acceptable man and all she could think about was the socially unacceptable man who had been awful to her the last time they’d spoken. How was she this pathetic?

She loved a man who did not want nor love her. She could not think of anything more pitiful.

She frowned as Seth spoke a frown crossing his features. “What do you think?”

“About?” She dared to ask hoping it was not so obvious she’d not been paying attention to a word he’d said thus far. She had no idea what they were even talking about.

“The sushi place they’re putting in? It’s going in out near that coffee shop by Jones Appliance Repair. Everyone’s been talking about it.” Seth explained the frown deepening he most likely picking up on the fact that she’d not been paying attention to him nor the conversation he’d been attempting to carry along with her.

“Oh, uh, I’d be curious to try it out.” She remarked her cheeks flushing ever so slightly mortified it was obvious she was not able to focus on this date at all.

Seth scrunched his nose up at the response he fast to reply. “Oh, I don’t think I’d be brave enough to try it. Eating raw fish just seems kind of unsanitary. I don’t know…seems like it might make you sick. I mean you really aren't supposed to eat raw meat, ya know?.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, tempted to snap that people ate sushi all the time and fared just fine. She pushed back the comment ignoring the voice in the back of her head that claimed Chibs would endure trying it with her even if he felt wary of it. He would try it if he thought it would make her happy.

She hated the thought, reminding herself that Chibs cared very little about what made her happy. If he cared about her happiness, he would not have broken her heart.

He didn’t love her. He’d said the words himself. Nothing between them had been serious according to him. He did not want her.

“Are you okay? You seem miles away.” Seth observed she cringing at the statement.

She sighed, deciding to just be honest with him. He seemed like a nice enough guy and she felt guilty that she was unable to really commit to this date. She was using him as a rebound and she felt awful for using him in such a way. She felt like an awful person. Didn’t hurt people hurt people though? “I just got out of a relationship…he broke up with me and I guess, I’m still kind of heartbroken over it. I found out he wasn’t taking it as seriously as I was…or at least that’s what he said. I guess I'm still in love with him…which sucks, because he doesn’t love me. You’re a nice guy, but my head and heart are kind of a mess right now. Rejection stings, and my heart just feels so heavy lately. I guess, I’m just not entirely ready for any of this…I thought this date would be a good idea, but I’m just not ready.”

Seth nodded his head, reaching down to toy with the polished fork on the table. “Your ex is that Scottish guy, right? The biker, he’s in that club, The Sons of Anarchy?”

She furrowed her brow at the comment. She knew SAMCRO was well known around town…but she found it strange that Seth would have enough knowledge about the club to place the fact that she’d been previously involved with Chibs. She spoke the words flying from her lips. “How do you know that?”

Seth shrugged his shoulders he fast to respond. “I’ve seen them around town…saw you on the back of the Scottish guy’s bike once a few months back.”

He was fast to speak again. “Sheriff Roosevelt knows the Sons of Anarchy are up to no good despite their company line of just being motorcycle enthusiasts. The last sheriff Charming had was apparently way too willing to turn the other cheek when it came to SAMCRO. Pretty sure old Unser was just as crooked as the MC. Now that San Joaquin has absorbed the Charming Police department, the days of turning the other cheek are over. Most honest cops worth their salt would love to bust those guys. I’ve seen the records these guys have, the Scottish guy too. They’re criminals, there’s no way of sugar coating it. It’s some crazy shit. They’re an international organization, don’t know if you knew that. The Feds have tried and failed to bust them. The ATF were in town a few years back and they didn’t manage to pin them down the way they’d hoped. So, if the local PD did it, it’d be impressive.”

He paused, shrugging his shoulders the words that left his lips sounding so nonchalant. “I imagine you have to know something about what they’re up to given you dated one of them. I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re smart enough to see the red flags he must have been giving off.”

“Did you ask me out so you could dig for information about my ex and SAMCRO?” She snapped, the thought making her blood boil.

She was being used wasn’t she?

“Not entirely. I asked you out because you’re attractive and you seem like a sweet girl despite your dating history. Anything you might say about your ex and his friends is just a bonus.” Seth remarked.

Y/N reacted by picking up her wine glass, tossing the liquid within it in his face.

Seth wiped his face, a scoff leaving him, his dress shirt now stained with red wine that had managed to drip down his face before he had a chance to really wipe it away. “Guess you’re really not over the ex if you’re this defensive over it. The guy seriously broke your heart and you’re still protecting him. Dude is a scumbag and you’re this upset about the idea of him being busted.”

He spoke nodding at the large windows, to their left, that gave a view of the street outside the restaurant. “Guess he’s not over you either. I noticed him following us when I picked you up. I’m surprised you didn’t hear his bike or notice him. Like I said though, you’ve been miles away all night. He really did a number on you. It’s a shame. You seemed like such a sweet girl and he’s ruined you, clearly.”

She turned in her seat spotting the motorcycle across the street and the familiar man standing beside it. She could see him standing by his bike, his arms crossed, his eyes squinted as he struggled to peer through the restaurant windows in the dim light of dusk.

She grimaced, torn between wanting to stay here and endure this horrible date or wanting to go outside and risk confronting the man who had broken her heart.

She sighed deciding that her heart was going to hurt either way. She might as well go with the devil she knew.

She spoke, gathering her purse and her jacket. “Lose my number. I am not going to be a career stepping stone for you. I may be ruined, but I’m not stupid nor is my self esteem low enough to let myself be used by another man ever again.”

With that she gathered what little she had left of her pride, ignoring Seth’s comment as she walked away from him. “Don’t come crying to me when he winds up in prison. He’s a criminal, Y/N. Don’t forget that. He’ll never change.”

She kept her head down as she left the restaurant pretending she did not see the Scotsman watching her every move.

She cringed as she heard the sound of a bike starting up. She moved a little quicker knowing it was a futile endeavor as she could not outwalk his Harley especially not in red open toed pumps.

“Get on the bike, Lass.” The comment sounded out beside her.

“Fuck you.” She snapped, daring to glare at him, not stopping her pace.

Chibs sighed, rolling his eyes at the comment. “Aye, I deserve that.”

“No kidding. You’re a real piece of shit, showing up here after the last time I saw you. I hate you.” She remarked her pace speeding up Chibs not giving up riding along beside her slowly.

“Now that ye got that outta yer system, will ye please jus get on the damn bike? What do ye think yer even doin? Are ye seriously goin to walk home? Ye live miles away, Love. Jus let me take ye home.” Chibs responded, flinching a bit at the venom behind her words.

“No, I don’t need a damn thing from you. I am no longer your concern. We were never serious, remember?” She snapped back, turning down an alleyway attempting to escape him.

Chibs remained undeterred, parking his bike at the curb and dismounting it. He followed her down the alleyway, his voice sounding drained. “Come on, Y/N. This is fuckin insanity.”

“The only insane thing is you bothering to show up and crash my date. I think you made it perfectly clear that you wanted me to leave you alone the last time we spoke. You made your thoughts on me and how pathetic I am perfectly crystal clear. Nothing has changed.” Y/N retorted groaning as she neared a dead end, it hitting her that her escape route was useless.

Chibs sighed, unable to stop himself from saying it. “Ye ain’t pathetic. Yer date didn’t look like it was goin so well. A fuckin cop, Love? Really?”

She scoffed at the comment she turning to glare at him, the words falling from her lips, unable to stop herself from taunting him. “Remember we come from two different worlds. In my world I can date a cop and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”

He stepped closer to her his eyes growing dark as he stared down at her. “Aye, maybe so. Ye didn’t look like ye were havin much fun with him though, Lass. Ye looked fuckin miserable all night.”

She glared up at him, deciding to push his buttons all the more, lying through her teeth her words far more vulgar than she’d ever dare them to be in any other conversation. “Oh I’ve had plenty of fun with him, Chibs. You did say I was a good fuck. I thought I’d test the theory with him. I might be desperate and pathetic, but you know how good I feel wrapped around a cock. Maybe I thought I’d try his dick out, see how good I could feel.”

The words made his eyes grow all the darker. He stepped even closer to her his voice picking up a possessive tone. “We both know he can’t fuck ye as good as I can, Love. We both know I could do ye so well ye couldn’t walk the next day. Ye seem to be walkin jus fine righ now which tells me he’s nowhere as good as me.”

Her eyes narrowed, she shoving back the lust creeping up in her at the reminder of just how good Chibs Telford had been in bed. “You lost the right to fuck me the second you broke my heart”.

She paused, stepping back closer to the wall, her words harsh, the pain evident in her voice she clenching her fists refusing to cry in front of him. “You don’t love me, remember? So, why the hell are you even here?”

He cringed at the statement a sense of something she did not expect to see in his eyes washing over him; shame, regret.

He sighed the words leaving him. “I made a mistake.”

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, she sounded as emotionally drained as she felt. “You can’t just show up like this, Filip. You can’t throw me away and then get mad because some other guy wanted me. I’m not something you can just drop and pick back up at your convenience. I can’t deal with the emotional whiplash. I deserve better than someone who only wants me when someone else shows interest.”

“It ain’ like that. I ain’ jus showin up because some prick wanted ye. I won’t lie and say that Bobby mentionin ye had a date didn’t push me to get off my arse and stop bein so stubborn. This ain’ about me wantin ye only cause someone else does. I never stopped wantin ye.” Chibs struggled the explain the comment, his words only confusing her further.

“You didn’t act like you wanted me very much the last time we spoke. You told me I was the only one taking anything between us seriously.” She pointed out the hurt evident in her voice.

Chibs cringed at the comment, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, a sigh leaving his lips. “I didn’t mean any of it…I thought I was protectin ye.”

“From what?” She exclaimed, annoyance joining her confusion.

He sighed, shaking his head. “From me, Love. I know we never said the words…never acknowledged the truth…I never said out loud jus what I am…what SAMCRO is. I knew ye were smart enough to figure it out…that I’m an outlaw. I’m a criminal and yer innocent.”

She parted her lips wanting to snap that she was not that innocent. She didn’t have the chance though as Chibs spoke again. “I have seen ol ladies come and go in this club. I never took an ol lady before ye…Even after I divorced Fiona…I figured I’d not find anyone I wanted to spend my life with…I watched my brother’s and their ol ladies though…I’ve seen em be treated like shite by my brothers. I’ve seen men treat the women they claim to love like dog shite.”

“You never treated me like that…I mean aside from how you dumped me, that was kind of shitty.” She remarked, her voice soft.

Chibs nodded his head, a heavy sigh leaving him. “Aye that may be true. It wasn’t jus kinda shite love, I was a piece of shite.”

He paused, forcing himself to say the words he should have said to her from the start. “The violence that the life I’ve chosen requires…I never wanted ye to experience it. The role I’ve taken in the club..Sgt at Arms..it requires a certain level of violence…violence I’m perfectly capable of…it’s a side of me I never wanted ye to know existed in me…the life I’ve chosen to live chews ye up and spits ye back out. I’ve seen it break more people than I care to admit…and I’ve lost more than a few people in my life. I got in my head thinkin bout ye, thinkin bout how much I love ye…how pure bein in love with ye feels. Told myself the life I chose to live would jus taint that purity, that the world that comes with me would break ye. I couldn’t let it happen. I love ye, and I’d rather let ye go than lose ye or make ye think I’m a monster.”

“So, you just broke my heart instead of telling me how you felt? That was the plan?” She snapped, absorbing the words rolling them around in her head soaking them in.

He loved her.

She knew of course just what he was…she was not stupid. She didn’t buy the whole innocent motorcycle enthusiast lie SAMCRO loved to spin. She had spotted the occasional signs that Chibs’ day to day life consisted of more than just being a mechanic at TM Auto. He carried a burner cell and weapons for heaven's sake. Those were pretty big red flags if there ever were any.

The red flags had never pushed her from Chibs. He’d seemed so sweet and had been a perfect gentleman to her. She’d told herself that anyone who could treat her with such adoration could not be a danger to her. She’d ignored any sense of self preservation that told her he was dangerous and had followed her heart with him.

She also heard the whispers around town. Charming’s local populace seemed to be well aware that SAMCRO was up to no good. They seemed to tolerate the club as a necessary evil of sorts.

She’d told herself that the men she’d gotten to know, who so often frequented her bakery, were not a threat to her.

Chibs sighed nodding his head wordlessly as Y/N spoke the words leaving her. “You’re an idiot, Filip.”

He felt a small smirk cross his features at the comment. “Aye, been called worse.”

He sighed the smirk dropping from his lips the words sounding certain as they left him. “I fucked up, Love. I thought I was doin the righ thing…lettin ye go. It fuckin hurts though. I miss ye. My heart misses ye. This past month has been miserable without ye. When I found out some fuckin cop was takin ye out on a date, I bout lost my mind. I came out here tonigh to…I don’t know…see ye from afar, maybe work up my nerve to crash yer date…try to win ye back. I figured if I got here and ye seemed happy, then I’d let ye go…but ye don’t seem happy. I don’t think either of us are happy apart, Love.”

She sighed resting against the brick wall of the building behind her the words leaving her. “I don’t know what to do with this, Filip. I mean it. I can’t deal with the emotional whiplash. This past month has sucked. I’m not happy apart from you…I’m afraid of letting you back in though. How do I know you aren’t just going to drop me the next time you get too lost in your head? I know what you are, Filip. I’m not an idiot. I care about you enough to learn to accept that side of you…I’ve been accepting thus far…I’m so hesitant to learn to trust you again though… I can’t listen to you tell me you don’t love me again. I can’t let you break my heart in some hairbrained attempt to protect me again.”

He let out a sigh of his own, his heart sinking, fearing that it was too little too late. Perhaps he’d ruined the one good thing he seemed to have going for him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat knowing he had to try to fix this. He was going to try as hard as he could. “I know I really fucked up, Lass. I swear to God though that I will spend the rest of my life tryin to make up fer how much I hurt ye. I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I’m beggin fer ye to give me a chance. I will do whatever it takes to get ye to let me back in. I’ll work fer it day and night if that’s what it takes. Yer the best thing I got in my life…the purest, I aint known many pure things in my life. Bein with ye made me feel like I migh jus be a good man even with all the shite I’ve done and all the pain I’ve caused fer the club…Bein without ye, it’s been hell fer me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and I can’t focus. I’ve been a grouchy fuck, accordin to Bobby at least. I fuckin broke yer heart and my own in the process. I want to fix it, Love. I want to fix our hearts if yer willin to give me the chance. Jus give me the chance to put our hearts back together. Let me try.”

She felt her throat grow tight at this, her eyes growing damp, Chibs fearing she was about to tell him that there was no chance for them. His fears died as she spoke, her voice weepy. “Oh, Filip.”

She reached for him, her hand pressing to his cheek he leaning into her touch as she spoke. “I don’t want to feel this miserable ever again. Please, don’t make me feel that awful ever again.”

“Never, Love.” He reassured her his hands reaching out to press to her sides, thankful that she did not yank away from him as he pulled her into an embrace.

He leaned down his lips sliding across her, the kiss starting out slow and sweet, almost as hesitant as their very first kiss.

The kiss quickly grew deep and impassioned the realization of just how much they’d longed for one another growing apparent.

She slid a hand down his body resting it against his denim clad cock massaging it as it began to perk up the lower region of his body very aware of just how much he’d longed for her. He groaned, pulling from the kiss his words thick with need. “Fuck, Love. Yer playin with fire here.”

She smirked at him, the words spilling from her. “I don’t mind fire.”

He moaned his hips rocking against her on their own accord eager to chance even the slightest hint of stimulation from the woman he’d feared he would never have a chance to have ever again.

He spoke that jealous little voice, unable to stop itself from working the words from him. “I have to know, Love. Did ye really fuck that cop bastard?”

She sighed, deciding that lying to him would just be cruel. She pulled her hand from his crotch ignoring the low whine that left him. “No, Filip. The last guy I slept with is you.”

He nodded his head frantically, a sense of relief washing over him. “Aye, okay…even still...”

He paused for a moment finding the words unable to stop himself from still feeling possessive of her. “I’m going to fuck ye so hard yer going to forget that guys name”

She felt a wave of lust wash over her that she knew Chibs was only capable of dragging from her. “Please.”

His lips met hers, the kiss somewhat harsh that possessive voice in the back of his head insisting that he had to claim her right here right now. She was his and she needed to be reminded of it.

His lips left hers pressing down her neck nipping at her skin roughly sucking against any marks his teeth may have left behind ensuring she’d have plenty of love bites to remind her of who she belonged to.

His hands roamed her body she practically melting against him doing all she could to run her hands across his back caressing him over the leather of his kutte.

He ran his hands up her body yanking the front of her dress down so hard he was amazed it didn’t rip the fabric. His lips pressed down her chest nipping at the delicate skin along her cleavage wanting to leave his mark there as well.

She moaned, her head falling back, his name leaving her lips. He groaned against her his words muffled against her skin. “Aye that’s right, Love. Say my name, let everyone know jus who ye belong to.”

He yanked her bra down her breasts spilling from the cups, his lips locking down over a breast suckling harshly a whine leaving her.

He ran a hand up her dress along her hip caressing her skin as his lips focused on her breasts nipping at the skin and taking her nipples between his lips suckling eagerly.

She whined as he wasted no time to slide a hand along the lace of her panties, a groan leaving him the noise vibrating against her breast as he continued to suckle.

His hand slid eagerly under the waistband of her panties, his fingers finding her slit. He grunted rubbing her for a moment before allowing his fingers to slide between her damp center. He thrust his fingers in her stroking her walls, her knees practically buckling.

He spoke pulling from her breasts his voice sounding almost awestruck. “Yer so fuckin beautiful, so fuckin wet fer me. Just grippin down on my fingers pullin me in. This pussy missed me, aye?”

She nodded her head wordlessly a whine leaving her his fingers stopping a frustrated noise leaving her. He spoke his voice demanding. “Tell me, Love.”

“I missed you so much, Filip.” She admitted the words so needy and so true.

He groaned, rewarding her with a thrust of his fingers curling them just right to hit a part of her that made her tremble against him. “Good girl. That’s my lass. Drippin down my fingers takin em so well.”

She moaned, not caring who might just hear her. She was sure a marching band could make their way down the alley at the moment and she would not give a damn as good as she felt at the moment.

His fingers slid across her clit, the action making her knees grow all the wobbly, her fingers digging into the leather of his kutte a high pitched whine leaving her. “Fuck.”

He smirked, rubbing circular patterned into the sensitive bud, the action making a few more curses leave her lips.

He balanced stimulation to her clit with the thrust of his fingers into her core, the action making her feel dizzy. The only thing she could focus on was rocking her hips to chase the stimulation he provided.

He spoke a teasing tone to his voice. “Christ, look at ye, Love. Riding my fingers, so needy fer me. Ye love this don’t ye? Me fingerin ye in the alley where anyone might see us.”

She whined nodding her head knowing this was the most risky thing she’d ever done in her life and she found it thrilling.

She knew she’d realistically be mortified if anyone walked upon this, but the risk of it all made her wetter than she was sure she’d ever been in her entire life.

He spoke, pushing her all the more. “Imagine if yer fuckin date walked up on this aye? Saw ye riding my fingers moanin fer me like a whore. Fuckin seein I’m the only one who can make ye feel this good by my fingers alone.”

“You make me feel so fucking good, Filip. No one else feels this good.” She whined the statement, working a moan from him, his lips pressing to hers in a deep bruising kiss.

She continued to ride his fingers eager to chase a release.

He encouraged her his voice demanding as he pulled from the kiss. “Play with yer clit, Love. Touch that pussy while you ride my fingers.”

She moaned, pressing her fingers to his lips, he taking them between his lips sucking them wetting them for her.

She pulled her hand from his lips reaching down as he demanded toying with her clit, the task not easy with the fuss of working around the skirt of her dress and her panties.

She rubbed circles into her clit frantically trying to increase the pleasure she felt.

She whined the heat beginning to pool in her abdomen, a coil tightening within her proving that she was so incredibly close to falling over the edge.

She spoke the words needy. “Going to cum.”

“That’s my love. Want ye to fuckin cum. Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Let go fer me.” He encouraged her his eyes unable to leave her as she neared her release, her skin flushed, her lips parted, her head fallen back, her chest heaving.

She was unable to stop the high pitched moan from leaving her as she let go her thighs shaking her center clenching and unclenching around his fingers.

He continued to finger her throughout the orgasm he moaning his cock throbbing desperate to be within her his manhood feeling envious of his fingers.

She whined as she came down from her orgasm, his touch becoming too much all too quickly. She slumped against him as he pulled his fingers from her.

She kept a tight grip on him almos sure she’d collapse to the ground if he was not holding her up.

She moaned as he pulled his fingers up to his lips, sucking them, cleaning her taste from them, a satisfied groan leaving his lips.

He pulled his fingers from his lips pressing his lips to hers sharing her taste with her. She moaned against the kiss his hand roaming her body as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm.

He pulled from the kiss his words needy. “Want ye so bad, Love. Let me fuck ye.”

She whined nodding her head the words that left her just as full of need. “Please, Filip. Need you so much.”

He groaned, reaching down and unfastening his belt with skilled hands. He unzipped his jeans unbuttoning them. He yanked his boxers down just enough to pull his hard cock from the confines of the fabric.

She moaned, reaching between them her hand wrapping around his cock he grunting at the touch. Her thumb ran along his slit spreading the precum leaking from him, he moaning at the action.

He spoke resisting the urge to thrust against her hand though the temptation to spit in her hand and demand she jerk him off a tempting one. "Shite, m'love."

He could picture cumming from her touch spilling his release against her hand, maybe even letting a little of it land on her sweet little dress. He smirked at the thought a possessive voice in the back of his head exclaiming that he’d mark her so clearly making it obvious she was all his.

He spoke his voice demanding as he reluctantly pulled from her touch. “Get rid of those panties, Love. Give me room to fuck ye.”

She did was she was told, reaching down to place her fingers under the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs letting them land against the concrete below them not caring what happened to them as long as it meant having his perfect cock buried in her.

He groaned, taking himself in hand, sliding it along her wet pussy, the words leaving him. “Gonna fuck ye so good, Love. Gonna ruin ye for any other man.”

“Already have.” She whined the words so honest.

She knew her heart was his. She was trusting him to take care of her and make this right with her.

He groaned the words spilling from him. “Fuckin ruined me too, Sweet Lass. Ye belong with me. Yer all I fuckin want, forever.”

He moved his hands to her thighs encouraging her to wrap her legs around his hips allowing him to press her against the wall for support.

She wrapped her arms around him clutching on to him desperately trusting him to keep her held upwards. She spoke the words needy. “I’m addicted to you. You’re mine.”

He spoke positioning his cock at the entrance the words possessive. “Yer fuckin mine too. My ol lady, only mine, till the breath leave my body.”

She didn’t have a chance to respond as he slid himself home entering her inch by inch hissing at the sensation of her velvety soaking walls enveloping his cock.

He spoke his words low and full of praise. “Perfect fuckin pussy. Belongs wrapped round me, only me.”

“Only you.” She moaned agreeing her head falling back as he began to rock against her his hips jerking against her desperately proving he was intent on fucking her.

His hips rocked against her frantically pushing her back up against the wall, his hand reaching up to press to the back of her head not wanting to slam her head into the rough brick wall behind them.

She whined clutching on to him all the tighter, letting herself sink into the sensation of him. Her lips pressed to his trying her best to muffle her moans.

He moaned against her lips the sensation of her wrapped around him so heavenly. He knew no one had ever felt so incredible wrapped around him.

He may have taunted her commenting that he was capable of fucking her so hard that she couldn’t walk the next day, but it was the truth. He knew she was so capable of taking all he had to give her.

She thrived equally on the rougher encounters they had as well as the softer slow love making sessions. Each time he had the privilege of taking her he was reminded of how lucky he was.

He had not been lying. She had ruined him for other women.

He was hopelessly devoted to her. She took him so perfectly and she loved him so deeply. She loved him for all he was, even his imperfections. She saw the good in him that others disregarded.

She was his saving grace at the end of the day. He knew he could protect her. He could make sure she could remain his sweet loving ol lady who made him shortbread and slept peacefully by his side at night trusting him to care for her.

He kept thrusting in her his hips not losing speed knowing he was desperate not only to chase his release but to help her reach hers as well.

He spoke his voice low and filled with adoration. “Look at ye, fuckin cock drunk on me. Can’t think bout nothin but how good I feel.”

She whimpered, nodding her head the words struggling to leave her lips. “Feels so good, Filip.”

He spoke a moan of approval leaving him. “Feels perfect, Love. Takin my cock so well. Shite, I love ye.”

“Love you.” She responded, her fingers digging into his back as he continued to take her against the wall.

She whined, able to hear the sounds of cars passing by only feet away. The alleyway was dark enough out and there were no lights nearby to reveal that she was being fucked in such a public place.

This felt so filthy but so perfect. This was so dangerous, just as dangerous as him, and she loved it. She loved how risky this felt. She loved the man desperately fucking her making her center ache around him dripping against his cock.

She knew he was the only man on this entire planet who could make her feel this good and the only man she would trust to take her in such a vulnerable place.

He would protect her; she knew this. She trusted him to take care of her and keep her safe. He would prove to her that he was devoted to her and would cherish her heart just as dearly as she cherished his.

He moaned the words leaving his lips. ‘Gonna take ye slower the second I get ye home. Gonna take ye so many times tonight, Lovely girl. Gonna remind ye that this pussy belongs to me.”

She whined, nodding her head frantically. “Missed you so much, Filip.”

He groaned, nodding his head. “Aye, missed ye, Love. Never goin to make ye miss me again. Never gonna fuck this up ever again, Love. Gonna keep ye by my side as long yer willin to have me.”

“Want you forever.” She whined the words so certain, making his heart ache with absolute adoration.

“Aye, forever.” He worked out his eyes locked on her, she by far the most stunning woman he’d ever seen and ever had the privilege of loving.

She moaned, her hand pulling from his back sliding down her body finding her slick clit. He moaned realizing what she was doing as she began to rub at the bud of nerves so eagerly. “Such a good lass. Touchin that pussy fer me. Jeysus, Love. Play with yer wee clit make yerself cum on this cock.”

She whimpered his words encouraging her, she wanting to make herself cum for him. She wanted him to know how good he made her feel. She wanted him to know he was the only man capable of making her feel so good.

He spoke becoming lost in lust, the words falling from him, his balls aching knowing he was closer than he’d prefer to be. “Fuckin cum on my cock and let me cum in ye. Fuck, make yerself cum. Wanna fill ye up so bad. Want my cum to drip from ye. Gonna fuckin put yer panties back on ye, not clean ye up even. Want ye to know I’m claimin what’s mine. Gonna be our wee secret, Gonna take ye home on my bike with my cum leakin from ye.”

She moaned at the statement knowing he was truly the only man who could say such absolute filth to her without her feeling bashful. If anything the dirty talk just egged her on.

She’d not had too many partners prior to him but he was by far the best she’d ever had.

She rubbed her clit knowing just how to touch herself to help her along the path to a release. She’d had more experience in getting herself off before meeting Chibs Telford.

She’d discovered that with Chibs around she rarely had to rely on getting herself off. He was always eager to make her feel incredible even when he was exhausted.

She felt her toes curl at the sensations building up in her, she knowing it wouldn’t be much longer now. She could feel her orgasm building in her, the fire spreading through her knowing it would burn so hot for him.

She trembled against him, her thighs growing tense, her body jerking against him. Her fingers did not let up on her clit, her center clenching around his cock eagerly attempting to milk his release from him as she fell over the edge.

She pressed her lips against his a cry leaving her lips as she came.

He moaned the feel of her fluttering around his cock absolute perfection. It did not take long for his own end to sneak up on him, his balls drawing up close to his body, his cock throbbing.

He spilled into her as he fell over the edge, his words spilling against her lips, his accent growing so thick she could not even make out the words. “Fuckin take it, Love. Yer mine.”

She whined the warmth of his release filling her in hot spurts making her shudder against him. She clung on to him, her body feeling weak and so incredibly satisfied.

He moaned the last of his release, desperately spilling from him into her his own knees feeling wobbly.

He pressed her further into the wall knowing he felt shaky enough that he feared not being able to hold her up as well as he should.

He pressed lazy kisses to her lips a low moan leaving him as he softened enough to slide from her body a shudder leaving him as the cold air hit his spent cock.

He spoke a drowsy giggle leaving him. “Christ, Love. Thank God fer the pill.”

She felt her own giggle leave her, she shaking her head. “Beats the hell out of condoms.”

He smirked knowing she was the first woman he’d been with in a long while where condoms weren’t an absolute necessity.

His experiences prior to her had consisted of croweaters who he was so not going into fucking without a rubber.

He’d made it quite clear to her though that he only had eyes for her and he had a clean bill of health. So the pill had become their main form of contraception until the day they decided they might want to bring a few tiny Telfords into the world.

It was a possibility they’d discussed, and Chibs had been shocked to find that he didn’t mind the idea of possibly giving her a child at some point in the future even if it worried him to know he’d most likely be an older parent.

The idea of her having his child did fill him with an undeniable sense of pride though.

She lowered her thighs from his hips he continuing to hold her up her knees feeling like jello at the moment.

She rolled her eyes not missing the proud smirk on his lips at the realization that he’d made her so unsteady on her feet especially in heels.

He tucked himself back into his boxers hastily zipping his jeans back up and refastening his belt.

He pressed his lips to hers lowering her dress back down the words leaving him. “Never goin to risk losin ye again, m’love. Need ye in my life. Never fuckin this up ever again. I love ye.”

She placed a hand on his cheek, her lips pressing to his, the words spilling from her. “I love you too, never letting you take the risk of losing me again. You can’t get rid of me, Filip. I’m yours.”

He nodded his head, a sense of comfort washing over him any fears he’d had of tainting her or destroying her seeming way too far away to grasp. “I’m yours. Ye ain’ gettin rid of me either.”

She closed her eyes as he held her against him, rocking her against him soaking up the comfort of belonging to one another.

Her heart once again felt full.

She knew they would not part again. He was hers just as much as she was his.

She would never lose him ever again.

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tashi duncan x mistress!reader pt.2 (first part)

it’s been months. three long months since the dondalsons took you on as lily’s nanny.

you fit right in perfectly. lily adored you, and art adored that lily adored you. you were particularly family at this point. they had added your name and number to lily’s emergency contact list at school, you came to every dance recital and tennis match, they even had you say over on fridays for dinner.

“the streak was cooked amazingly, art.” you were even on first name bases now. “why, thank you.” art was so easy when it came to complements. he loved getting them. “why don’t i help you with the dishes?” you offered, handing him a plate and having your touch linger a little to long.

“he’s got it.” tashi spoke, eyeing you intensely. “why don’t you get lily ready for bed instead, hm.” her fingers traced the rimmed of her wine glass, and you had to stop your breath from hitching at the sight. “okay, come on lils.” the young girl jumped up from her seat and took your hand.

“you done in there lily?” you called to her into the bathroom. you got back a muffled. “almost.”

you took this time to walk around her room. pink and purple themed. stuffed animals covered her bed and the bookcase across from it is filled with childhood classics. the one thing you always picked and up and studied was the framed picture of lily and her parents and the beach. it sat on her night table. three smiling faces stared back to you, but you only cared about one. the one on the left, belonging to a tall bronze women in a one piece bathing suit. she had sunglasses on and her wedding ring sparkled even in the photo.

“all done!” lily entering the room caused you to quickly put the picture back where you found it.

“alright!” you pulled the covers on her bed back so she could slip under. “good night, lily bug, i’ll see you monday.” you placed a comforting kiss on her forehead before leaving her to her book.

the sight that waited for you when you got back to the kitchen had your stomach churning with jealousy and disgust.

“lily’s all ready for bed.” you announced loudly, breaking the couple apart, but art kept his hand a little to low on tashi’s waist. they were gonna have sex tonight. the thought infiltrated your mind.

“again, i’m glad you enjoyed dinner. remember we don’t need you next week so you’re off.” art reminded you.

daddy daughter weekend.

“thanks for having me as always. have a good night!” you said with a smile as kind as you could muster. they walked you to the door and sent you out with a “get home safe!” but you didn’t go home you never did, not right away. you parked across the street and just watched the house like you always do.

tashi had completely ignored you tonight. it seemed like as the months went on, when she realized you weren’t going anywhere she got meaner. so different than the tashi you use to know. the one that loved you.

it was that husband of hers, it was this marriage she was so hellbent on staying in. she refused to see how much better you were. for her, for lily.

you’ve never abused the key that the dondalsons gave you. you’ve never had a reason too, but with lily and art out of town it was a perfect time for you and tashi to talk. you just happen to get there early. slipping the key into lock and twisted until you heard a soft click.

it was so eerily quiet as you walked through the empty house. your footsteps and breathing being the only sounds.

the mix of tashi and art smells hit you right when you walked into their master bedroom. you’ve never been in here before, but it was exactly like you imagined. clean and sleek. the bed was perfectly made, you could see the softness radiating off of the cream colored sheets, the vanity across the bed against the wall was neat, neater than anything vanity you’ve ever owned, the closet was color coordinated, of course.

you ran your hands across the dress shirts on art’s side of the closet, letting the smooth fabric slip through your fingers. soon you were toeing off your shoes and socks, taking off you clothes and what’s under it before grabbing one of the blue shirts off the hanger. your arms slipped though the sleeves that were way too big on you. you continued to snoop throughout the closet until you the front door open and faint “hello.”

the front door was unlocked when tashi opened it which confused her. art and lily were still in the hamptons and her moms car wasnt in the driveway. the only other person off the top of her head that had a key was herself.

it was quiet in the house, everything was in place and she got no answer when she called out. tashi sagged her shoulders and placed her things on the kitchen counter. whatever threat that had her tease was seemly not there. that was until she felt arms wrap around her waist.

“welcome home.” you whispered into the skin of her neck.

tashi immediately pushed away from you turning around. she took in your appearance. you were dress in only her husbands oversized shirt that was slipping off your shoulder and she could see your nipples poking through the fabric.

“the fuck are you doing here?”

her sternness caught you off guard. “just wanted to talk..”

tashi scoffed at this. “you can’t be here, ok. you need to go.” you pouted. “why? when we can finally be alone together.” you stepped closer to the older woman reaching out to her, but she pushed you away. “i’ve already told you. there is no more being alone together, there is no more us.” you could hear your own heart breaking. was everything a lie?

you threw your arms around her neck and crowded her personal space. “but you said you loved me.” your voice whined as you were on the verge of tears. “you lied to me.” tashi could feel the stream of tears flowing from you and hitting her neck. out of sympathy and a certain fondness for you she let her guard down, and let you hold her tighter.

you liked it here, in the crook of tashi’s neck. smelling her perfume and feeling the softness of her skin. you couldn’t stop yourself laying small kisses. when tashi didn’t pull away you pressed messier ones on her neck before baring your teeth down.

“brat!” tashi hissed, her hand coming up to grab and yank you away by your hair. you should have been ashamed for the moan the escaped.

“you’re just a spoiled brat, truly. i give you an inch you take a mile.” tashi scolded you while walking in a direction of her bedroom, her hand still in your hair dragging you behind her. “i break up with you on good terms, i let you keep the apartment i got you, i keep paying your rent, and what do you do? you worm your way into my life—into my family’s life all because you can’t take no for an answer.”

you got tossed onto the bed. “just want you to-” she cut you off.

“to what?�� the way tashi stood over you was so menacing. “want me to be with you, leave my family for you? want me to touch you…” she leaned closer to you. closer than she’s been these last three months “want me to touch you like this?” her ringed hand landed on your cheek once and then again but harder. on the third slap she took hold of your jaw swiping her thumb across your bottom lip.

you let mouth fall open and your tongue point out to ghost a lick over her digit.

tashi exhaled. you were bad for her sanity, but that didn’t stop her from rushing to place her lips against yours in kisses that was long overdue.

you fell into a familiar rhythm with tashi taking the lead and you whining and bucking up into her. tashi feed her tongue pass your lips and her hands toyed with the bottons on your shirt.

“you think you’re so cute, huh? playing dress up in my husband’s clothes.”

she pooped open the last bottons exposing your body to her. you spread your legs wider, your pussy already slick and clenching around nothing. tashi traced her fingers down the center of your body, brushing her knuckles against your cunt.

“a-ah, please.” you hips chased her touch.

tashi slowly sank to her knees. “i think you can beg better than that.” you took in a deep breath. “please tashi, need you. you know i do. s’been so long. please p-please.” tashi took pity on your sad face and placed a teasing lick on your clit. you slouch back, a moan sounding out loud as tashi’s kitten licks got harsher.

her tough flattened and moved up from your opening to your clit that she sucked into her mouth. “o-oh fuck.” your fingers slip down to get tangled in her hair. “you taste just as good as the last time i had you.” tashi sat back on her heels, her pointer and ring finger probing at your wet entrance. “how often do you think of me when you touch yourself?” she questioned as her fingers slid in.

“all the -fuck- all the time. every night.”

despite how long it’s been tashi still knew all the right spots to hit to get your legs shaking and your back arching. her fingers moved skillfully in and out of you, stretching you open for a third finger that she slowly eased in.

“you’re taking me so well. why can’t you be this good all time?” she leaned down to place her mouth back on your pussy.

with her fingers fucking you, and her tongue twisting and twirling you weren’t gonna last much longer. “tashi!” you squealed. “god, i’m close—i’m close.” your muttering and moaning increased, your legs closed around tashi’s head while she fucked you though your orgasm.

tashi pulled her fingers free, and kissed up your body playfully biting your waist. she stopped when she got to your tits. her soft hands gripped both of them, squeezing. brown eyes looked up at you as she wrapped her lips around your nipple, switching back and forth. you quietly murmur her name and she’s moving again. a kiss on your throat. a kiss on your chin. a kiss on your cheeks and nose then a kiss on your lips. you could taste yourself on her.

you follow her mouth when she pulled away. tashi stood tall to pull off her dark blue cashmere sweater, and take off her pants and underwear in one go. her tan body now bare, your finger itched to touch her.

“keep that on.” tashi spoke, referring to art’s button up that you were about to remove.

the women above you got on her hands and knees on the bed crawling towards you. you scooted yourself back until you hit the the pillows, unable to go anywhere else.

“missed you tash.” your arms wrapped around tashi’s body pulling her down on top of you. “why’d you have to leave me. we can- we can still be together, i don’t care about art. stay with him, but also be with me. please.” you pouted up at her with real tears in your eyes.

“oh, baby.” tashi sighed. she wanted to be mad at you breaking into her life (and home), for getting involved with lily, but she couldn’t. not when you look at her like you were now. “oh, baby, i’m sorry.” she kissed her apologies into your skin, grinding her pussy slowly into yours.

you moaned through your cries as tashi slotted her pussy against yours. your legs tangled up in a way that only made sense to the two of you.

tashi set a steady pace. her hips moving forward and backwards, the glide being easy from how wet you both were. your clits kissed and your back arched. tashi rutted against you faster, harder, her head falling back.

“oh, god -shit- baby, f-feels so good.”

art was great in bed, but there were just some needs he couldn’t satisfy.

“you know i missed you too.” tashi confessed. “can never admit it, but i miss this, having you like this. miss t-talking -a-aah- to you about things.”

you smiled up at her, grabbing hold of her waist as an anchor so you could roll your hips up to meet hers. your eyes took in her every movement. how her breath quicken, how her tits lightly bounced, her flushed face.

“you’re so beautiful.”

tashi rested her cheek on your knee. she dropped your leg and leaned down to kiss you, soft and sweet. your noses bumping, and lips moving feverishly. “gonna make me cum.” tashi said against your lips, grinding her pussy down harder. you shook your head whining. “wanna taste you, want you to cum in my mouth.” your hands grabbed at arms trying to pulling her up. tashi unwinded yours legs and crawled further up your body.

your mouth watered at the sight tashi’s soaked core hovering over your face. you hooked your arms around tashi’s legs, and pulled her down to sit fully on your face. you moaned at the taste, sending vibrations through tashi’s body. your tongue moved through folds, the tip teasing at her entrance.

“just like that. fuck, i’m close.” she whined, now ridding your face. one hand hand in your hair the other gripping the head board. tashi’s body twitched and tighten.

“fuckfuckfuck.” her strong legs closed in around your face, trapping you there. you didn’t let up, licking and sucking harder, welcoming the gush of arousal that leaked out of her. short whimpers and low moans came from tashi as you licked her clean, before releasing her to collapse next to you on the bed.

you both took the time to catch your breath. you walked your fingers over to her hand next to you interlocking them.

“they don’t get back for three more days.” tashi announced, squeezing your hand. you bit back a giddy smile begging to break free. “so, i can stay here?” you rolled over pressing yourself into her side.”

tashi paused for a moment and looked down at you. she could see the excitement in your eyes.

“yes, you can stay here.”

tashi winced at your squeal as you threw your body over top of hers.

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