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st4rbwrry · 6 months ago

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𝐵𝒰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝒢𝒰𝑀.

⸝⸝ ౨ৎ :: ellie finger fucks you after you get your nails done since they’re too long to do yourself. ♡

‍warnings ౨ৎ 2.5k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, black coded, creaming, sub/dom, dirty talk, daddy kink, ellie smokes cigs swrry, fingering, finger sucking, kissing, bit of a bratty reader, spoiled!reader, ellie is too irritated so she gets nasty in the car, dry humping, choking, thigh spanks, praise, pet names [ baby. mamas. sweetie. princess ], established relationship. reblogs & comments are appreciated! <3

can’t help but picture the way ellie would finger fuck you after paying for your nails to get done, the bubblegum pink acrylics, also stiletto shaped with white patterns of pretty shit making it difficult for you to do the deed yourself. the eye roll ellie gives you as she leans against the black vechicle behind you, puffing on a cigarette she swore she’d quit a million times as you leave the vicinity of the salon, twiddling your dainty fingers for her to view. a cloud of smoke is blown past her plush pink lips as she gives you that knowing glare, that shape insanely disrespectful in her mind. how the fuck were you going to take care of her if she needed it? the disapproving upturned pout of your girlfriend’s lips give you that sinking feeling in your gut, knowing she’d do that the instant she saw them. but they were so pretty, and you wanted to try something new.

“daddy, hiiiii!” that sweet tone of yours sing as her pretty princess approaches her, smooching her freckled face. ellie’s lips reminded in a tight line, groaning as she trailed her hand down the middle of your back and to your ass that’s nearly exposed from the wind blowing, or rather the short length of it.

“lemme see your nails,” ellie rasps, tossing her cigarette to the side as she stares down at you with an unreadable expression. scary and intimidating as usual.

you don’t know why you’re so nervous, slowly raising your hands to her view for her to see clearer. a deep swallow catches her attention, eyeing your throat before bringing her tatted hands up to enclose your fingers with her. your arms rise as she lifts your hands that hold hers, ellie humming as she looks at the dozens of iridescent gems.

“cute.”

you bat your falsies. “yes? you like ‘em, baby?”

ellie nods only once. “let’s go get you some food. you barely ate the waffles i made this morning.”

you chose to ignore her comment, nodding your head and entering the brand new chevrolet trailblazer after she opened the door for you, it slamming unintentionally hard before ellie’s strolling to the drivers seat. you take attention to her attire today; all black, tight black tee and slightly loose jeans, her white calvin klein briefs showing as she hikes herself into the truck. always expensive smelling; like musk and vanilla. the chain you’d given her with your initial currently being frustratingly chewed at as she put extra pressure into the gas.

you keep your thighs pressed together with your hands nuzzled in between, forearms pushing your tits adorned in your baby blue tube top together, the white tennis skirt on your hips too high up, making your thighs stick to the leather seats. the humidity is high outside today, reaching over to turn the ac on. ellie’s barely paying attention to you, which means she’s upset, her attention on you ninety-six percent of the time.

“baby, i’ve missed you all day,” you lean comfortably against the seat as you turn your head in her direction, lifting one hand to caress her jaw, leading up to the chocolate brown hair on her head, half tied up. her green eyes give you a mere glimpse, unnoticeably gripping the steering wheel tighter from the way you speak and the siren glare your eyes. fuck, you’re irresistible.

“have you,” she mumbles, breath hitching the lower your hand trails, now smoothing over her neckline, drifting to the slim of her waist as your fingers lift her shirt, nails gently scratching her tanned skin.

ellie tries to ignore the heat building in her tummy. “all. day.”

the truck stops at a red light, ellie taking this moment to look at you, watching the way your hips seductively sway in your spot. a thick brow raises at your attempt of distracting her, more-so making her forget about what you did. she’s not dumb.

“stop, your being a brat,” ellie says sternly, but you protest, a pout on your full lips and your eyes blown innocently. your hand drifts further down, nearing the front of her chest to feel the fabric of her sports bra to the warmth of her stomach.

“i want you,” now you’re leaning over the center console, ellie’s cheeks turning red as you skim your lips over her flushed skin, ellie’s free hand reaching over to firmly press the pads of her fingers into your soft thigh, directly near your pussy.

“was thinkin’ about you during my hair appointment earlier, tried my very best not to cum in my seat,” your hair is pretty, the bouncy dark curls fitting the structure of your face perfectly. ellie clenches her jaw at the thought of that. “you make me so needy.”

the swerve of the car makes you grip onto her inked drawn forearm, staring at the road cautiously as she finds somewhere secretive to park. an empty alleyway. ellie breathes out heavy air before she’s rolling up the windows and turning up the music slightly, hold on by the internet playing soothingly. a mixture of pleasure, excitement, and nervousness paints the picture on your face, biting your lip to keep your sounds to yourself.

ellie runs her hand through her hair, leaning back in her seat she adjusts back to give you enough space to reside. ellie leans over your side to wrap her right arm around you waist, using the other to lock under your legs to pull you over the console, a squeak coming from your throat as she adjusts you on top of her, back to her chest.

“spread your fucking legs,” her breath tickles your earlobe and immediately you whimper, slick built up in your panties practically all day. you didn’t care if this was a punishment or for her own satisfaction, you just wanted her to fuck you. “right now, [ ♡ ].”

your name drips off of her tongue like poison, sinking your teeth into your lower lip even harder, her skin on your skin intoxicating. without another command, you disconnect your knees to open yourself up for her to access, sneaker covered feet touching the glass of the drivers window while your other leveled in the air. you feel ellie’s fingertips slug onto the middle of your thighs where the heat brews, aggressively smacking your inner thighs, as well as the outside.

you moan, breath shaking and grinding above her, head rolling back to rest on her shoulder, her touch inflaming your entire body. voice alone enough to make you cum. ellie pulls on the black material covering your pussy, patting her fingers over your clothed clit almost seeping through from your slickness. inhaling sharply from the impact, you whimper a tiny ‘nnn, baby’, trying to push yourself onto her palm for added pressure. ellie grunts, hand coming around your neck to choke you and hold you still.

“take this shit off,” ellie breathlessly whispers, snapping the material against your brown skin, the grip around your throat tightening.

you do as told, ellie placing her hands on the globes of your ass to hover you above herself while you slip off your panties, leaving them to rest at your ankles before lowering you back to sit on her lap. she’s soaked in her briefs right now, but you couldn’t tell, whining like a needy girl, only worrying about yourself. your cheeks are hot, eyes lowered erotically while you stare at your girlfriend, wanting her to hurry.

“so mad at you for those pretty ass nails,” she spanks your thigh again, your tummy caving in and your clit pulsing. “getting that fucking shape knowing you can’t fuck me for another two weeks.”

“s-sorry, daddy,” you feel yourself drip between your ass cheeks, staining her jeans.

“no you’re not, or else you wouldn’t ‘f done it,” your stomach caves in as ellie’s palm rests on your jaw, thumb digging in your cheek as she forces you to watch yourself, study the way she strokes your puffy pussy with her fingers, spreading your arousal.

“oh my god, you’re so goddamn wet,” ellie moans keenly, jaw dropping and brows knitted together as her fingers feel the warmth of your pussy, slowly sinking into your glossy cavern briefly. “i shouldn’t even fuck you. don’t think you deserve it, mamas.”

the way your eyes are stuck in the back of your head from her voice in your ear makes you wheeze, unable to pause the way your hips grind into her, needing her so badly it was becoming painful. you turn your head to kiss at her thumb, sticking your tongue out to lick and suck at it, ellie fixating on your tits beginning to slip from their enclosure of your top. ellie wastes not a moment later tugging them to sit underneath the heaviness of them, piercings gleaming on taut nipples. her palms take ahold of them, squeezing and molding with awe.

“fuck yourself,�� her tongue underneath your jaw now, your body nearly tilted completely to your right side as you roll with pettiness, that bratty whimper filling the vehicle. ellie holds your legs back for better view, and you wanted to crawl into the back seat. part of you dissatisfied with her request.

the sadness in your eyes shows as you mutter, “c-can’t, ellie. my nails.”

“don’t wanna hear it, sweetie. should’ve thought about that before you got them done,” ellie kisses your neck gently, always managing to be sweet even through anger. “do what i say. rub your pussy, you can’t have my fingers ‘til i say so.”

if you complied, she’d have no choice but to pleasure her wife. make you feel good like she always does. so, you do as told. taking your right hand to rub your clit in pathetic little circles, soaking yourself and her at this point, ellie shifting beneath you with pent up sexual attraction, listening to how wet you were for her, loud even over the music. a never ending reward.

“nng, daddy, wan’ you,” a choke gets caught in your throat as you arch your back and collect your wetness to rub yourself quicker. although it feels good, it’s not enough, it’s not what you really crave, what you’re desperate for. you want her fingers.

“you can go fuckin’ faster,” ellie grits her teeth in your ear, spanking your thigh once again. . . maybe even three times. just enough to hear you scream and cry. “c’mon, girl. make it sweet. i want it wet enough to drown my fuckin’ fingers in.”

the key words; my fingers. that draws a sadistic grin onto your face, a happy one at that. she’s craving to stuff her fingers into you just as much as you want them. she just needs you to comply. to be a good girl. do as you’re told. fuck yourself like you want it. your clit throbs incessantly, highly sensitive from your fantasies all day about her. . . swollen and needy for attention.

“lick my fingers, ells,” guiding your fingers towards her mouth, ellie wraps her lips around them without a second thought, getting them wet while swirling her tongue around and moaning filthily. you moan along with her, whimpering from the interaction, eyes shutting briefly from the pleasure building in your tummy.

“you’re so hot,” you whimper with truth, she truly was. her jade eyes intensely drooping before she releases your fingers, eyes darkening as she leans closer to peck her pouty lips with your own. a quick one two, before slurping her salvia down her throat, humming loudly.

“yeah. now guide ‘em to that pussy, and fuck it for me,” she’s not repeating herself anymore. you nod quickly, rubbing her salvia over the mound of your cunt before slivering your fingers to your opening, collecting more of your juices and spreading your pretty lips apart for the engorged clit hiding between. ellie pulls her upper body to rest her head against the doors window while your head falls back onto the seat, wanting to catch a better look, blindly thrusting her hips up into you alls while digging her fingers into your waist to yank you down simultaneously. the friction and collision causing you to sob and rub yourself faster the way she likes to see.

“there we go, atta girl,” she loves to give you that motion of actually fucking her, ellie’s eyes almost rolling back into her skull as she drops you down a bit quicker, hearing that beautiful voice of yours talk in tongues, or call her name. “that’s it, mamas. you look so pretty for daddy.”

“f-fuck!” a sob erupts from you, ellie’s harsh thrusts fucking with your head. the imagery running awry. “g-god, ellie!”

“need my fingers to finish, princess?” ellie coos teasingly, dropping you down even harder, your pussy bumping onto the bulge of her jeans that formed after slipping further down her slim waist. you couldn’t wait to get home so she could really fuck you. bring out that special toy she liked to call her dick.

the cries are almost violent, scratching at her arm with your unoccupied hand and sobbing uncontrollably, telling her everything. you really have been needy, huh? “yessss, p-pleaseeee, fuck me ellie.”

“fuck, sound so good,” ellie halts her movements, yanking your hand out of the way and laying back in her spot to pull you closer. you cough out a moan when she inserts her middle and ring finger, ellie hissing from the tightness. “awe, baby. we gotta stretch you open some more.“

“oh my god,” your eyes scroll into the back of your head while your mouth drops with a broken gasp, ellie cussing under her breath when she sees a coat of white covering her fingers, dipping them in and out of your cunt steadily.

“baby, you g’na make me eat you up, my fucking god,” ellie’s truly fascinated, sinking in and out, even curling them to get a reaction out of you. your body spasming above her. “pretty fucking cream. s’gorgeous, sweetie.”

the tightness of your walls clench and pull her deeper, ellie’s palm interacting with your clit as she slams her fingers in hard, a high pitched scream echoing from your mouth and immediately ellie slaps her palm around your mouth, jaw clenched as she whispers, “shut the fuck up, take that shit baby.”

a tear falls down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, your skin slapping amongst her palm as she fucks you to your final orgasm, her mouth gnawing at your throat bringing you to the brink after she bites down and drags out a moan along with you. your hips shake rapidly, chest heaving and riding out your high against her hand. ellie grabs your face with her wet palm to kiss you aggressively, gliding her lips with yours in a passionate, slow kiss. you feel it all over your body, pussy aching for more. ellie’s anger subsiding . . . at least after she fucked you dumb into the mattress later on that day. safe to say, never get stilettos without permission again.

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idesofrevolution · 4 months ago

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Cult of Personality

The blistering New Mexico heat bared down on Douglas' '99 Chevrolet Cavalier. The small blue coupe meandered up I-25, enroute from Las Cruces to Santa Fe. The old man quietly sighed to himself, fruitlessly trying to think of a better pitch to sell his Solar Panels to the rich folks up in Albuquerque. Las Cruces ended up being a bust, just as much as Tucson: the damn things were just too expensive up front. Not that the company gave a single damn, quotas are quotas. Thus, still empty handed, he passed the exit sign for Socorro- still an hour until he'd reach his destination.

As he passed the exit, he noticed a bright red glint a bit further up the road. Douglas adjusted his glasses, squinting his eyes to see. He slowed down on the empty highway as the sight became clearer. It was a car. In fact, it was a bright red '67 Mustang; it's owner leaned on the hood as black smoke bellowed from the tailpipe. Douglas looked down at his watch, knowing fully well that he needed to be in Albuquerque before sundown. Though, as he approached the broken down muscle car, the sweltering heat of the Chihuahuan Desert at high noon would be a killer. The young man leaning on the car turned his head, not even sweating a single drop, and stared blankfaced at Douglas as he pulled up.

Douglas hit the brakes, stopping his car right alongside the young man. He strode up to the old man's car, leaning in and resting his elbows onto window ledge. His stoic expression slowly melted into a wide grin, licking his lips before he spoke.

"You headed toward Albuquerque?" A thick Texan accent flowed from the man's lips, his dark brown eyes nearly black even in the blinding light of the sun. Douglas felt an odd twinge of nervousness as the grinning young man casually smiled; it felt off. Behind that handsome visage, something was brewing within.

"I'm headed to Santa Fe, but I can call you a mechanic from Socorro, he'd be here in a jiffy!" The young man's smile didn't fade, he simply shook his head 'no.'

"Phone's got no service out here, brother. I sure would appreciate a ride. It's just a mile or so up the road." He turned, pointing down the seemingly endless highway. Before Douglas could deny the young man his request, the hitchhiker leaned in closely. It may have been the heat, or it may have been his exhaustion, but for no more than two seconds, he thought he'd heard whispers blowing in the wind. Douglas said nothing, and the young man's grin grew wider. "Thank you, brother. I'll hop in the back."

As he strode back to his car, grabbing a duffel bag from the trunk of his car, Douglas wanted to slam on the gas and blitz out of there. An air of menace surrounded this man, despite his magnetic charisma; yet his foot did not press down on the pedal. The passenger side door opened, as the man hopped into the back seat of his coupe. Too late. The door slammed by itself, evidently thanks to a gust of wind he neither felt nor heard. He pulled the car out of park, and off the duo went. He glanced into his rearview mirror, taking in the sight of his hitchhiker.

He nearly took up the entire backseat. The duffel bag sat next to him, his muscular arms tightly holding it against his side. He was easily above six feet tall, likely even more than six and a half. He threw his arms behind his head, kicking his large feet onto Douglas' armrest. Outwardly, he seemed like just another good looking guy- one he'd likely see on his granddaughter's TikTok. But his guard remained on high alert.

"Just keep driving, brother. I'll tell ya when to turn off." His velvety voice was disarming, a carefree confidence just wafted from him alongside the strange heat which seemed to emanate from his muscular body. For about an hour, the two sat in silence as they rocketed down the highway. Each glance he shot into his mirror, Douglas would see the man smirking- his gaze never meeting the old man's. Thus, as the road veered to the left in the distance, their silence was broken. "Don't turn, just keep going straight." He carried a tone of authority in his voice, a natural command that would be highly unlikely to be ignored.

"There isn't a road straight ahead..." The hitchhiker finally stared into the mirror, his eyes locked on Douglas' reflection.

"Go straight."

As if of their own accord, the old man's hands kept steadfast on their trajectory. As the road began to curve, the Cavalier shot in the commanded direction, straight into the sands of the desert. They swerved, avoiding large rocks and towering Saguaros, before the foothills of the mountains started to come into view. Through the mirage before them, Douglas could see what looked like a campsite ahead, just beyond the thicket of green brambles. A crowd of maybe 50-70 people had gathered in the bowels of the desert. For what purpose, Douglas did not yet know. But as he slowly began his approach, the entire crowd had turned their eyes toward the car. Like the parting of the Red Sea, the crowd split in two; leaving a clear straight shot toward a makeshift platform right at the base of the mountain.

"Thank you for the lift, brother. Do me a favor, will ya? Stick around. I have a feeling you'd love what we have going on today." Again, his timbre was less of a request- and far more of a demand. The tone was never raised, nor was it ever aggressive. However, he felt as if one would be wise to heed his instructions. Douglas simply nodded, turning the car off, and opening the door.

The crowd was filled with a diverse cast of people, all of which were fit, energetic, and young. Not a single soul had seen a day over 30, no less than 21. They stared with vacant expressions in silence until the hitchhiker exited the backseat, at which point they erupted in cheers and applause. Douglas watched with confusion and shock as the young man walked toward the platform, shaking hands, playfully punching shoulders, giving out high fives like condoms at a clinic. Who the hell had he picked up? Where the hell was he? As he hopped atop the wooden structure in one single leap, easily five feet off the ground, he shucked the grey tank top and tossed it into the crowd. A young woman caught it, tenderly holding it against her chest as the onlookers admired his chiseled build. Raising his arms, the crowd went silent.

"Brothers and Sisters, today is the day! Are you ready? Are you rearing? Tell me!" The crowd erupted, Douglas stared around the transfixed athletes, feeling entirely out of place- as if he wasn't meant to be there. "For one full year, you have trusted me to build your bodies into machines: daily training, nightly runs, some of y'all are out there doing some of the hardest workouts we have to offer. Look at you now!" More cheers. "When I told you that your bodies were temples, to treat them as such, each and every one of you took my words seriously. I said that each of you had the potential to become something incredible. You said, but Cameron, I can't ever get to where you're at! But guess what? You followed the regimen, you became part of our family, you became a part of something so much bigger than you even knew. And we are here today, your induction into our movement, the final hoo-rah!" Mimicking the leader, every single one of the parroting people began to chant hoo-rah, once... twice... thrice... like a warcry on the battlefield. Douglas turned, searching through the sea of people to find an escape route. Instead, he only saw five men of the same jacked physique of the leader handing out what looked to be bottles of water. Peering closely, the unlabeled bottles carried a milky white liquid.

"What sort of Jonestown shit is this..." The bottles were disperse quickly amongst the crowd, the cheery if not dim young men had seemingly finished in minutes as the leader droned on. Douglas took the opportunity to make his way back toward the car, only for a moment of dread to wash over him. It was gone. In it's place, a line of tire tracks came to an abrupt end, no vehicle in sight. The old man felt a hand on his shoulder, turning quickly to be face to face once again with 'Cameron' himself.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me, Douglas. I'm more than happy to reimburse you, you've saved the day." Whispers again started to rise around him, incoherently babbling a language far outside of his own knowledge. "Today, my friend, your journey begins." Douglas tried to pry his eyes away from Cameron to no avail. The deep brown eyes seemed to swallow any thought, any desire, any need. Cameron's pupils started to pulse, mimicking the old man's heartbeat, growing larger and larger, until the inky blackness had swallowed his entire iris & sclera. Cameron smirked as he watched the old man's posture fall forward, his shoulders drooping and his jaw hanging loosely. "Mmmmmmm. Good, fall deep, vessel. For your assistance today, your reward is to be one with me, just as all in my inner circle have done."

The black-eyed stud gently guided Douglas away from the crowd, who were busy downing the contents of their respective bottles just as moans and groans started ringing out from the poor fools. The five members of Cameron's inner circle followed suit, their eyes flooding black and mouths curling into devilish grins. The group soon arrived in a clearing of the thicket, circling around a pile of filthy clothes strewn across the dirt. Douglas was slowly guided to them, entirely unwavering in his stonefaced obedience.

"Well, my children. You continue to serve me well. I admit, this body must be hard to say no to. He is a joy to wear." The five goons chuckled menacingly, one or two of them groping at their bulges through their running shorts. "Today, as you all did before him, Douglas aided me in my time of need. On a momentous day as this, such acts must be rewarded. Today, you welcome your new brother." With a swipe of his hand, Douglas' corporate clothing dissolved into thin air, burnt ash flying into the desert wind. He stood there in the nude, the group watching in anticipation as Cameron simply pointed down to the pile of reeking clothes, and Douglas could do nothing but obey.

One by one the articles began to tremble, before sliding across the sand toward their soon-to-be owner. Cameron snickered, snapping his finger. A sweaty jockstrap quickly flew into the air, levitating for a moment before shooting toward the old man's groin. Like a liquid hitting a solid, the grimy fabric collided with Douglas, warping and wrapping around his legs and package until it had settled into it's new home. The brothers grinned, as they watched the old man's admittedly humble bulge swell rapidly. It expanded outward, his balls dropping like ten pound weights as they grew, and his cock elongated and widened until it peeked it's head out from the bottom of the sweat stained pouch. Douglas moaned as his ass swelled thick and bulbous, the formerly wrinkled and smooth skin sprouting dark brown hairs as his bush followed suit. Cameron grinned, strutting over to cup his hand over the musky horsecock and balls that had sprang from his jock.

Another snap of his fingers, and the shorts shot upward, wrapping around Douglas' legs, quickly inflating them with thick mass. His hamstrings widened, his quads becoming hard as iron while his calves tightened. The chicken legs he used to possess now were two massive slabs of hard meat. Cameron continued to grope and massage his prey's bulge, the fabric of the jockstrap growing sticky with his pre as he moaned. The five grunts slowly lowered their own shorts and jockstraps, releasing their sweaty dicks into their waiting palms.

"You humans are so... simple." *snap* The socks slithered like snakes across the ground, surrounding Douglas' toes and sliding around his heel and fastening around his ankle. "All it takes is slipping into some attractive male, and you'll be worshipping at my feet. As will you." The old man's feet cracked and stretched wide, his soles growing soft and sweaty as the stinking running shoes melted around his gigantic feet. The rubber and fabric contorted and stretched, the funk of a thousand runs in the desert heat wafting from within their confines as they reformed into a perfect fit. The group started to stroke their cocks, small droplets of black sludge seeping from their slits. Cameron grinned, sliding his hand into Douglas' jockstrap and wrapping it around his throbbing member. "You, however, will be a prince among men."

*snap* The pot belly which had plagued Douglas for 30 some odd years slowly receded, fading into obscurity as if it had never been there to begin with. His abs tightened, his pecs became lean, his waist slimmed quickly with powerful obliques and cum gutters pointing toward his hose. Whispers started to echo in the wind as the five cultists stroked their cocks, streams of black, tar-like slime coalescing into pools at their feet.

"You will be a father of my spawn, a carrier of my seed." Cameron continued to pump the massive dick, watching with malicious glee as his arms grew sinewy and lean, his hands large and wide, his fingers long and slender. "Today, our army is founded." The possessed stud placed his hand on the balding head of the former salesman, pushing him to his knees; his mind blank as his master's shorts slid down to his thighs, releasing a grotesque sight. Whatever his host's member used to be was long gone, now corrupted with demonic seed. It stood upright, intricate black symbols wrapping around the foot long shaft all the way to his foreskin. "Receive my blessing, mortal. Be one with me." The ripe rod inched forward, dripping thick globules of the black sludge onto Douglas' thighs as it pressed against his face. His mouth opened, and it was over.

In a single thrust, the monstrous cock pushed past his lips and deep into his throat as Cameron began to face fuck the old man. The pools of black sludge from his minions writhed toward him, engulfing his legs in their glistening form before slinking toward his tight hole. Cameron threw his head back in ecstasy, howling a thunderous and unnatural roar as his underling's seed seeped into Douglas' rear. The sounds of squelching, cracking, suction rang out as the roars began to grow louder. Each slap of his face against Cameron's bush reformed his aged face. New hairs sprouted on his scalp, a thick forest of black spreading across his head. His lips plumped as they slurped on the smelly cock, his skin tanning and all wrinkles disappearing. The last vestiges of the black sludge squeezed into his hole, and with a wicked, fiendish grin the possessed stud cursed out into the open desert air:

"WE... ARE... ONE!" 'Cameron' released his gift down into his new son's throats, a torrent of black seed rushing out of his length and into Douglas' transformed body. His veins started to flush dark, until an inky blackness had sprawled across his lean, taut figure. Whatever remained of Douglas sunk into a void of darkness, only to be encompassed by the viscous corruption. 'Cameron' grinned, his will quickly overwhelming the spirit of the old man before slipping his demonic essence within it. More and more of him flooded into the body, squeezing into the soul, until it was unclear where Douglas began and 'Cameron' ended. Dismounting his new creation, he watched with glee as the convulsions died down, and it's eyes opened, revealing an endless inky black as it grinned.

"Yes, my master, this vessel shall fit our needs quite nicely." As his eyes slowly started to return to their normal hazel, the corruptive sludge within his veins reformed, pushing upward through the capillaries and into the skin, now little more than tattoos to the naked eye. 'Cameron' grinned, another human ensnared into his dark consciousness, little more than a husk to house his essence.

'Dougie' smirked as he pulled up his fetid shorts, quickly masking his cock dripping the black sludge of his master and brothers as he threw his sweaty arms around his new family, walking toward their new army.

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"Alright, Santa Fe! Are we ready to get fit?" The crowd erupted as Cameron stood before them, his arms raised on the roof of the building, grinning over the 200 new disciples he was prepared to imbue with his gift. Those who had been with him at Socorro stood silently amongst the unsuspecting enthusiasts, ready to 'assist' their 'ascension' should the need arise. Just beside the building, his sons had gathered behind the truck in a circle, chanting words beyond our most vivid imagination as they stroked eachother's musky cocks into the large vat of water. 'Dougie', now a favorite of Cameron, devilishly grinned as he felt the first torrent of his corruption spew into the clear water, the thick black sludge slithering about before dissolving into the liquid as if it were never there. Round after round, they shot their father's seed into water, until there was more of the seed than there was of the water.

"Alright, brothers. I think that should do it." His deep, bellowing voice brought each of his brothers attention on him as they put their cocks back into their shorts. "Hah, and not a minute too soon." The crowd of feckless initiates began to line up, in desperate need of hydration, of which 'Dougie' was more than happy to provide. He hopped up onto the bed of the truck, as his brothers ladled their refreshment into individual bottles. Snatching one, 'Dougie' snickered. "Who's thirsty?"

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lionneee · 5 months ago

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You and Aemond are in the car with your friends

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: p in v, oral (male), fingering, smut, kissing, taking of sexual themes, smut.•

Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader

It was a long trip with an old car. It was such a stupid idea. That car was consuming gas just like a thirsty person would drink water. Your friend Creagn had the great idea to rent an old Chevrolet of the ‘60, and it was even a cool idea, just to try something different, and it wasn’t even that expensive, then you found out why.

“There should be a gas station 5 kilometers away.” Maris said, looking at the map on her phone. Aemond hummed as he kept driving, keeping his hand on your thigh during the drive. The seats were bench-like, so you sat closer to Aemond.

“Could get something to drink too, I’m thirsty.” Cassandra suggested, and Maeis nodded along with her.

“Oh, you’re thirsty girl?” Cregan joked as he raised his eyebrow, and Maris and Cassandra were quick to roll their eyes and start a little argument about Cregan’s flirtiness. You chuckled and kept loving at the road, then your phone to indicate to Aemond the way to the gas station that Maris found. You were just checking the next exit as you felt Aemond’s hand dig between your thighs, and you were quick to shut the close, glancing at Aemond. He kept staring at the road, his expression as usual, emotionless. He glanced at you and squeezed your thigh hard, digging his fingers in old bruises. You squeaked and barely widened your thighs, and Aemond didn’t waste a second to slip his hand between them. You quickly grab his wrist and give him a warning glance.

“Aemond.” You warn him, and you give a quick glance behind you, as your friends keep on bickering.

“Just sit and look pretty, baby.” He smirks. “This ride is getting boring, let me have some fun.” He murmurs, giving you a glance, and you don’t know what it was, but you just melt, and widen your legs a bit more. Aemond quickly slips his hand under your skirt, and you were so thankful for this bench-seat, so your friends behind couldn’t see much of Aemond’s movements. He passes his fingers over your covered slit, and you bite your lip, clenching your hand on the edge of the seat. You look at Aemond, but his gaze is back on the road, his expression giving nothing away. He slowly moves your panties to the side, and you keep your legs wide, not to make anything harder for him to keep going with his ministrations. He smirks as his fingers finally touch your wet cunt.

“What happened here, baby?” He murmurs again, leaning towards you to keep his voice lower as he gathers the wetness of your cunt with his fingers, a barely wet audible sound coming from the movements of his fingers. “Is it me, or the idea of getting caught, uh?” He keeps on talking. “Maybe both.” He leans back up, thrusting his fingers, knuckle deep, inside your tight hole. A little whimper escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. You wanted to moan out loud, the feeling of him inside you in such a risky situation turning you on incredibly. He crooked his fingers slowly, searching for that spot inside of you. You take a deep breath and lean your head to his shoulder.

“Aemond..” You whisper, whimpering. “Please… Oh, please no…” You try to suffocate you grunt as you feel his fingers finding that rough patch, caressing it slowly, only making more moisture coming out of you. You look down at him, seeing a slightly visible bulge in his pants. You move your hand over his crotch and squeeze lightly his cock, and suddenly the car speeds for a moment. Your friends behind gasps.

“Dude, you trying to kill us?” Cregans exclaims, not really that worried.

“You were getting annoying with that bickering.” Aemond says casually, shooting you a smirk with a proud glance. Cregan sighs and shakes his head, amused.

“Aemond, take the left road, there is an Autogrill there.” Cassandra says, snapping you out of the ball. You take a deep breath, as Aemond’s fingers stop and pull out of you, you immediately clench your legs close. You look down at his hand and you see his fingers glistening, wet. He raises that hand and points to a road, seriously, the only one possible.

“That one?” He asks with a smirk. Your face turns red tomato.

“Yeah.” Cassandra conferms, and Aemond takes the turn and gets in the autogrill parking spot. It was full, so he had to park in a hidden, not completely legal, spot.

“We’ll wait for you here.” Aemond says, as your friends behind nod and get out of the car. As soon as they’re out, Aemond doesn’t even wait for them to be out of hearing range to grab you by your neck and pull you into a heated kiss, devouring your lips.

You whine and turn on your seat, so your side is against the backrest of the seat, as you lean to Aemond, getting him closer. He groans in the kiss as he slips his hand back between your thighs, caressing your clit. You moan and you pull back from the kiss.

“Aemond, wait, someone…” You wrap your hand around his wrist as you look around, but he grabs your cheek in his hand and leans your head back to kiss your neck.

“Cregan and the sisters always fight over everything, it’ll take a long time for them, and, there’s no one around, they’re all inside. No one's gonna see us.” He slaps your hand away and he moves you so you sit on your haunches, then, he slips two fingers inside you cunt again, making you gasp out loud. He quickly finds that patch again, and he quickly starts abusing that spot again, rubbing aggressively there, and you clench your hand on his shoulder and press your face against his neck to shut yourself up. Your body is moving repeatedly due to the harsh movement’s of Aemond’s hand and arm.

“Fuck… Aemond, ‘s too much…” You cry out, as he keeps stimulating that delicate spot harshly, sending a mix of pleasure waves and slight pain.

“It’s your fault princess.” He grabs the back of your neck with his other hand and pulls your head back to look at your face, red, puffy, big eyes with a pleading expression. “You turned me on so much.” He clashed your lips together again, but you have to pull away when you feel the orgasm building, and you know it’ll be devastating. You press your head against his as you close your eyes shut, feeling the pleasure raising, you moan out loud.

“Look at me when you cum.” He growls. You shake your head, too lost in pleasure. “I’ll stop, do you want me to stop? Mh?” He smirks as you immediately open your eyes,

“No! Holy fuck- Aemond please…” You moan out loud as you finally feel the orgasm at its limit as he barely slips out his fingers only to add a third one.

“Come on, baby, cum. I want to see you cum on my fingers.” He watches you, continuously switching his gaze from your cunt to your face, undecided where to look at. You raise slightly your hips, jerking them unconsciously as you finally feel your orgasm explode, hot, strong waves of pleasure going through your whole body,

“Yes, Aemond please, don’t stop- Ah, yes- Yes-” You whine out loud as Aemond keeps moving his fingers more gently, riding out your orgasm, as your whole body convulses. You fall back on your haunches as Aemond carefully slips his fingers out of you. You look at him in awe as you breath heavily, watching at his fingers, wet and covered in your moisture. You lean forward and put your hand over his evident bulge, and he groans.

“I almost cummed in my pants just at the sight of you, baby, careful with that soft hand of yours.” He says as you massage him gently, making him breathe heavier. You quickly unbutton his pants, tugging them down along his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free. Long, thick, pale, with veins on the underside. Just beautiful. You look at him with innocent eyes.

“Hand? Who talked about my hand?” He watches you instantly as you speak, groaning when he sees you bending down, ass in the air as you lick the underside of his cock, tracing the veins there, going up to the tip, and sucking it in your mouth, making his finch at the intense pleasure.

“Shit, baby, fuck-” He grunts as you put your arms on your back and you just take him all in your mouth, gagging on him, but you stay there, as Aemond groans out loud, throwing his head back, putting his clean hand on the back of your head, as he licks the fingers of the other hand, tasting you. He clenches his hand on your hair to keep you firm as he planted his feet on the ground to thrust his hips up. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat again and again, but you do your best to not move your hands from behind you and keep your head firm, hollowing your cheeks to make it more pleasurable for him.

“Good God, so lucky to have such a good girl, am I?” He grunted, sucking his fingers again, savoring the taste of your cunt again. “You know how good you taste on my fingers, baby?”

You moan out loud as you understand that he has been licking his fingers as you kept sucking him off, to be both with the taste of the other in your mouth at the same time.

He grips your hair tighter, as the other keeps your wrists together on your back,, his hips pushing harder in your mouth, choking you and causing tears of effort to spill from your eyes.

“So pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby…” He growls, feeling that with a few more thrusts he would cum. He closed his eye as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Swallow. Fucking swallow it all.” He hiss as he cums hard inside your mouth, panting heavily as his cum squirted into her mouth. He moves in your mouth for a bit more, wanting to prolong his pleasure.

“That’s it. Good girl.” He purred in delight as you swallow one last time and let his cock out of your mouth with a wet slap.

You lick your lips, sitting straight and looking at him proudly.

Aemond passes his thumb on her lower lip and chin, gathering what spilled out of her and slipping it inside your mouth. you lick him clean he pulls you to him and gives you a sweet kiss, smiling proudly at you.

You both roll down the windows of the car, hoping the smell of what you did would go away in time and get outside the car as Aemond grabs a cigarette to smoke.You stay seated on the driver seat, facing outside, swaying you feet in the air, as finally, you see Cregan, Maris and Cassandra coming back with a bag of snacks and drinks.

Maris looks at both of you with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you guys okay? Y/N your face is red.”

Aemond shoots you a knowing look, smirking as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Y-yeah, it’s just the sun.” You mutter embarrassed. Aemond chuckles and bends down to give you a quick kiss.

“Ready to go?” Cregan asks enthusiasts.

“More than ready.” Aemond states as he finishes his cigarette and throws it away. You scoop back on your seat as they all get in the car. Cregan smells the air, before saying:

“Smells funny in here.”

You turn red tomato as Aemond smirks, and turns on the engine to drive off.

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Whiskey Scar's...🥹

A/N: 🐞... Okayz my dearest love bugs, 💕 another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🥰 yayaness, I know its been a while though, But I hope you all are gonna enjoy, its a hard topic but needed.🥰 Okayz much love🥰❤️🩷

Warnings: *18+ Only* This can be triggering, please read with caution... Abuse, Violence, Blood, Prison, Some light swearing... Anything else let me know...😱

Characters: Dean x Fem Reader,

Words: 1350 🥰

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

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Prompt "it was so worth the injury though" will be in bold. 💕

Raindrops fell on the black Chevrolet Impala. A Led Zeppelin song blasting over the radio, the muscular green eyed man hummed to it, he knew the words by heart. Reaching over for the hamburger he's been craving the whole day.

As his left hand reached for his dinner, he saw something in his headlights, jolting the steering wheel to the side, pumping the brakes. When the Impala swerved to a stop, he got out, anger on his face, as he walks over to the crazy person, he just saw the back of her body, her hair wet and sticking to her clothes, she seemed to be drunk, it was the way she walked in the middle of the road, that made his blood boil, so he went towards her, his voice sounds harsh "What the hell? Can't you look where you're going?"

She flung around, her eyes wide and filled with fear, her shirt torn, she had a black eye, her lips were busted, there were bruises on her face, neck and exposed collar bone, the rain mixed with the red liquid running down her face, staining the rest of her skin, and shirt.

His jaw clenched, she didn't need to tell him what happened, he knew by the look of her, it was some damn coward, he gently approached her, his voice soft and low, "Miss? Let me help you" she just looked at him, searching his emerald eyes, for lies, or threats, or whatever was going through her mind, he took a few deep breaths and stepped a little closer, "please let me help you" he pleaded.

Her fearful eyes pierced his, her voice broken, tired and shaky "P... please don't hurt me", swallowing down the emotion, he slowly lifted his hands in the air, gently he replied "I won't, I just want to help you please". She just stares at him with those big eyes, he repeats his voice, sounds softer than usual, "I'm not going to hurt you, let me help you please...." Her body trembling, her bottom lip quivering "h...how can you help me?" The brokenness in her voice took him by surprise, and he felt a pang of sadness mixed with anger at the bastard who did this to her.

So he slowly strides closer "why don't you let me take you to the hospital to get you checked out?" He quickly added "I just want to help, that's my only intention... I want nothing in return" she just slowly nodded and he held out his hand, but she didn't take it she just slowly walked towards his car, her arms crossed over her chest as if it was her way of comforting, maybe protecting herself,maybe even hiding the whiskey scar’s, so he walked next to her and opened the door. He saw the pained expression on her face as she made her way into the car.

After he closed the door, he went and got in behind the steering wheel and when he looked to his side, he saw the way she tried to cover the bruising, with the torn shirt, so he gently reached behind, taking his jacket and handing it to her without saying a word she took it and covered herself. He heard her distant sniffles, every now and then she'd wipe the tears, flinching every time. To be honest he could feel the anger boiling inside of him, he put that impala in drive and started making his way to the Hospital.

After a while he cleared his throat, and spoke in a gentle way "the name's Dean," she turned her bruised face. A faint smile on her busted lips, he almost missed the name she gave, as he had to fight the urge, to pull over the car, take her in his arms, hold her tight, help her feel safe, but he knew that weren't the right thing to do, so he nodded and replied "beautiful name". She looked at him, just smiled. After a few moments of uneasy silence she spoke, "thank you, I mean for picking me up" then softly adding "for saving me".

Those words sent a chill down his spine, he didn't save her, that bastard is out there, and he's been on this earth long enough to know he's going to come looking for her. His knuckles white as he held the steering wheel, his voice a little gruff, "where is he?" Her head snapped towards him "w-what?" He could not hold it in anymore, "the bastard that this to you?".

She shook her head, "No... No... He's a dangerous man, he... He..." She started crying again.

Dean looked at her, his green eyes intense, "listen to me, I just want to go talk to him, please..." Yes he lied to her, he wants to beat the crap out of him.

So after a little convincing and asking nicely she answered his question with hesitation and gave him their house address. He immediately turned the impala around, speeding down the road, in a matter of what felt like a few minutes he pulled into the driveway.

Her eyes widened, when he opened the glove box and took out a gun, with a frightened voice, "p.....please Dean, don't! You said you were just going to talk to him” Dean looked at her, his jaw tight as he let out “Wait here” he got out before she could answer, made his way to the front door, with one last glance back at her, he kicked in the door. He didn’t wait for the coward to even react, his fist met his jaw, and he kept punching, the groans and moans coming from the burly looking man, didn’t make Dean stop, as he kept hitting the man over and over he kept repeating “you think your a man, beating up a woman?” he growled “you're a weak ass coward, lifting your hands to a woman who you were supposed to protect and love”.

Dean picked up the man by his shirt, “you’ll leave her alone, got it” he warned, letting go of his shirt, making the man fall to the ground in a bloody mess. Dean started to back up, the evidence of the beating evident on his knuckles. The burly man on the floor reached for his gun firing at Dean, grazing his shoulder, with a loud painful grunt Dean pulled his gun, and shot him. Walking out to the porch, took a seat and held his shoulder, the blood trickling down his arm, she got out of the car, and ran to him “Your hurt, oh my goodness, I’m so sorry” he lifted his hand to slowly cup her cheek, softly “He’ll never hurt you again” “but your hurt Dean” he smiled “It was so worth the injury though” sounding brittle “how can you say that?” he stared into her eyes “because sweetheart now you can heal” she burst into tears, throwing her arms around his neck, muffled “Thank you Dean, thank you” he didn’t reply he just held her until the sirens and blue and red lights appeared.

Yes he might be in jail now, but she comes to visit him every moment she gets, and if he has to be honest being here, is a whole lot better than where he sent that coward, But every single time she comes to visit him, seeing the lighter version of the woman he met that night six months ago, makes him realise it was all worth it, and if he could choose? Well he will do it all over again, yes he would, no one ever deserves to be abused or mistreated, they should be loved and cherished. A smile on his lips, a glint of tenderness in his emerald eyes, realising what day it is, he’ll see her again today as she comes to visit, the trace of those whiskey scar’s well it’s nearly faded. The guard letting him know he has a visitor, as he walked closer, he smiled as he saw the radiant beauty he saved that night.

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