#blackgirlsrxck

[blackgalreader]

Black Writers Who Write for Lewis Hamilton

Here's a list of some of my fave black writers who write for the amazingly talented 8 time WDC, Lewis Hamilton:

@mauvecherie-writes

@saintslewis

@royallyprincesslilly

@omgsuperstarg

@emjayewrites

@serpenttines

@non-stop-imagines

@peyiswriting

@lovebittenbyevans

@hopefulromantic1

@writinginfinite

@blackgirlsrxck

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟮

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

a/n: okay, HEAR ME OUT! i may have developed a LH44 hyperfixation that turned into a full blown Formula 1 obsession (see july fic recs for that). like i have a whole F1TV subscription and i bought Lewis' Mercedes merch and I LOVE LEWIS HAMILTON, CHARLES LECLERC, OSCAR PIASTRI, AND DANIEL RICCIARDO 😌☝🏽. that is all

FORMULA 1:

Lewis Hamilton

Foxxy — @serpenttines ༝༚༝༚

The Sounds We’re Making — ^ ༝༚༝༚

The Speed of Your Heart⎢ Full Send⎢ Sent — ^ ༝༚༝༚

I’d Destroy the Moon for You — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Lovers and Friends⎢Father’s Day — @saturnville ༝༚༝༚

Oops — ^ ༝༚༝༚

A Night Off — ^ ༝༚༝༚

T-Shirt — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Wash Day — ^ ༝༚༝༚

II Hands II Heaven — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Save a Horse, Ride a Driver — @mauvecherie-writes ༝༚༝༚

Poison — ^ ༝༚༝༚

So Ready — ^ ༝༚༝༚

The Morning After — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Duality — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Super Soaker — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Filthy — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Meritorious — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Bathe Me In Your Warmth — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Cupid’s Kisses — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Heartdresser — @thisismeracing ༝༚༝༚

A Friend of a Friend — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Moonshine — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Sunshine — ^ ༝༚༝༚

She’s That Girl — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Part of Your World — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Jealousy, Jealousy — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Just Us — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Paddock Princess — @emjayewrites ༝༚༝༚

Texas Hold ‘Em — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Lil Crush — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Sir/BabyGirl — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Warm, Buttery and Soft — @laneywrld ༝༚༝༚

Call Out My Name — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Alienated — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Still a Champion — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Oh Baby⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3 — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Futile Devices — ^ ༝༚༝༚

If We Being Real — @saintslewis ༝༚༝༚

Kissing On My Tattoos — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Know That You Are Loved — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Whatever She Wants — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Around The Sun — ^ ༝༚༝༚

P*SSY FAIRY — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Slow Motion — ^ ༝༚༝༚

It’s the Soul that Needs a Surgery — ^ ༝༚༝༚

In the End — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Graduation — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Just One More⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3 — @henneseyhoe༝༚༝༚

Daddy’s Money — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Catch a Flight, Change the Weather — @hopefulromantic1 ༝༚༝༚

Come on Home — ^ ༝༚༝༚

What We Did In the Dark⎢ Ch.1⎢ Ch.2⎢ Ch.3⎢ Ch.4 — @royallyprincesslilly ༝༚༝༚

She Calls Me Daddy Now — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Lil’ Love — ^ ༝༚༝༚

You are My New Dream⎢ Bonus — @peyiswriting ༝༚༝༚

You Could Never Be Me — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Friendly Man — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Pillow Talk — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Grenada — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Mind of Mine — @ham1lton ༝༚༝༚

Assistant!Y/N — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Just Tattoo of Us — @itsmrshamilton ༝༚༝༚

First Sight — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Conversations While Braiding — @non-stop-imagines ༝༚༝༚

Tender Sex and Cockwarming — @httpsserene ༝༚༝༚

We’ve Been Caught. You Might As Well Post It.⎢Part 2 — @writinginfinite ༝༚༝༚

A Little Release — @hookhausenschips ༝༚༝༚

Krispy Kreme — @blackgirlsrxck ༝༚༝༚

[s-lasxh]

— SLIPPING AWAY

summary: you just can’t seem to say no when it comes to him.

warning(s): slash is mean in this one, ass play, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, heavy petting/grinding, exhibitionism, fingering in public, dubcon?, drinking

tags: @novemberslashhx @gloomy-blonde @decaffeinatedpicklepastafriend @motley-bitch @XmikX @localdreamer451 @redripping @petals-and-bullets @lunanicki @Mentallyagroupiefromthe80s @myahswrld @xeas1lyamusedx @blackgirlsrxck @S4L3MSV3ND3TT4 @yeddv @kashmirclam @idontreallybelonganywhere @dryasparagus @blackberryblossom @lavenderpuppie @Minksblog @thatonepartincoma

The nonstop chatter that filled the venue didn’t register in your ears. Instead, it was muffled by the ringing that filled your ears. The pleasure was too much, your heart pounding in your chest as your vision blurred. His fingers thrust into you in a constant rhythm, occasionally curling when your eyes would falter and flutter closed. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice dripping with honey as he spoke. 

"They’re complimenting you. Smile."

Without a second thought your lips would lift at the corners, eyes shining in fake understanding. You and Slash were both seated at a round table covered in a silk cloth, surrounded by people who were different from you both. Fancier, posher. They went out on golf trips and to country clubs, spending money on designer items to feed into whatever luxury fantasy they entertained in their minds. In your drunken-lust haze, you knew they were only complimenting you to seem sweet for the many cameras around, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at that moment. Instead, you huffed a laugh and dabbed a towel at your forehead–wiping away physical evidence that Slash had his fingers buried deep within you under your dress. 

A chuckle filled your ears, his fingers stopping for a heartbeat before slowly starting again, 

"Good save, baby. That was a close one." 

Your face burned with embarrassment, heart thumping harder as his lips pressed under your ear in a chaste kiss. His breath would linger against your neck before he pulled away, but you could still feel the ghost of his breath, giving you shivers. You’d shift in your seat, his fingers pushing deeper abruptly. You’d whine, roughly coughing after to hide the slip in your resolve. You could feel his smirk, sense within your presence as he conversed with the others at the table, smile on his face and carefree attitude prominent. You wondered if the others knew. Knew of the debauchery that was occurring before their eyes. Gauging your flushed face and off-set breathing. 

As you grew closer, your thighs would tighten around his thighs like a boa. You wouldn’t mean to squeeze so tight around his hand, cut off the blood from his wrist as he kept thrusting two, thick fingers inside you. But you just couldn’t help it. It all felt too good, too much. It was one thing to fall over the edge in the privacy of your own bedroom, but to do it here? In front of such people and cameras where thousands are watching? It made you cum faster than you would’ve liked to admit. 

You’d bring your lap towel to your mouth, coughing between little whines. Your head spun like a saucer, almost as if the room was spinning as you repeated a mantra in your head, 

Don’t moan. Don’t moan. Don’t moan. They can’t know. They can’t know. 

You knew he got off on your sputtering, a permanent smirk on his lips as he watched you try and collect yourself as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. When their backs were turned to watch the stage, he’d suck them clean, tongue slipping from his mouth to curl over the pads of his fingers. You’d shift in your seat once more, the wetness between your thighs taking his place. 

—------------

The club music was loud in your ears. His warm hand lead you through the dancing crowd. Your heart was pounding along with the bass line, fast pitter-patters that made your chest constrict with each inhale. 

He led you over to a booth, the leather seats a deep red. They looked expensive, but you didn’t expect anything less in a club like this, especially for an after party hot spot. You’d settle into the seat, warm with sweat from another body before you. You’d squirm in disgust, shifting for a fresher spot. 

Slash sat with his legs spread slightly, talking smoothly to the waitress making rounds. He ordered a jack and coke, the cig on his lips bouncing with each syllable. You swallow harshly, trying to look away from the hypnotizing sight. A hand slithered over your exposed thigh, rings warming your skin. 

"Whaddya want?" 

His tipsy speech made you tilt your head to the side, "What?"

"What do you want to drink, baby." He’d clarify, kneading your inner thigh fat in his rough palm. You turn to meet the waitress, her hip cocked to the side before offering you a smile. You stutter out an apology, swallowing the embarrassment rising in your throat and blooming over your cheeks. You order with a wavered voice, Slash’s traveling hand making anger bubble in your body. He was not going to embarrass you like that again. The people at the event surely knew what he was doing that whole time. What you let him do to you. 

Your lips pursed, a snarl etching into your dewy face as you push his hand off your thigh. His lips twitched up at the ends, his eyes burning into the side of your face. 

"What's wrong?" His voice was laced with fake concern. He knew what was up. He knew how you got with public appearance, but he just couldn’t help himself. 

He’d lean closer, the leather creaking under his weight. His presence was intense as he leaned into your side, warmth encapsulating your body in its mitts, "Hm?" 

You stood your ground, arms now crossed over your chest in retaliation–face turned away. With no reaction from you, he leaned back into his original position, but his eyes never left your face. You both sat in silence, the pounding of the music taking up the space for tense conversation. 

"So, you're just gonna ignore me the whole night?" His voice would cut over the music, anger returning in your chest at his jab. 

Your nostrils flare, nails digging into your upper arms, "I’m not ignoring you." 

He laughed, coughing a little, "You sure about that? ‘Cause to me," he takes another drag from his cigarette, "it sure fucking looks like it."

You roll your eyes. Oh, here we go. 

"You wanna know why I’m ignoring you? I have every right to after what you did back at the event! Slash, there were so many people there, important people! And the first thing you do is stick your hand up my dress as if it doesn’t matter! As if there weren’t cameras! We could very well be on the cover of every newspaper and magazine out there tomorrow and there would be nothing we could do! That shit is forever, Slash! You–" You stop yourself, looking at him. 

A smirk. 

He was fucking smirking. 

His pupils were blown wide, his hand traveling to your hip as he scooted you closer. You huff at him, poking at his chest with a harsh finger. 

"No Slash! Wipe that fucking smirk off your face!" 

He chuckles, "But you’re just so cute when you’re angry with me, baby.." 

He tugs you on his lap, grabbing a sip of his drink the waitress brought over. He groaned as it burned on the way down, but he’d hum with the warm feeling that would follow. 

"You wanna sip?" You cringe, knowing his game. Your drink sat long forgotten on the glossy tabletop. 

 "No Slash. I know you’re just trying to butter me up."

He tips his glass up for another sip, piercing eyes on you while doing so. "Am I?" he asks, slyly smiling with a curl of his lips. 

"Yes, you are! I can tell. I’m not fucking stupid!" you screech, fists balling into his shirt.

He hums, patting your thigh, "Sounds to me like you need something to take the edge off, huh?" 

His voice would be light, almost as if he was talking to a journalist. It was friendly sounding to those who didn't know better. Who didn’t know his games that he loved playing, specifically with you.  

He takes a sip from his drink again, but not swallowing. Instead, he kept it pooled on his tongue. In a tipsy-induced haze he gently traced a thumb over your lips, a soft hum purring in his chest. 

You melt slightly at the touch, lips parting and eyes fluttering barely closed as his hand traced down your chin, over the side of your neck and up into your hair. You sigh, loving the tingles that ran down your back, but you’d come to your senses, partially. 

"Slash quit. I-" He interrupts you. 

Not with words, but with his lips as he tipped your head back and let the alcohol slip into your mouth. You instinctively swallow, not wanting to choke as the alcohol sears your throat. His tongue would smooth over yours, licking the leftover drink from your tastebuds. You press your hands to his chest, bunching the loose dress shirt in your fists as he tipped your head back even more, devouring your mouth for everything it had. You felt like you could choke on his tongue at this point, but you couldn’t deny how it made your stomach flip as he traced your teeth and made spit drip from your chin. 

He pulls back with a wet smack, spit connecting your lips until he draws too far away. He looked drunk and disheveled, licking his lips and running and hand through his hair. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was affecting him, or if it was you. 

You stare at him hazy eyed, breathless and chest heaving. He swallows thickly, the same grin spreading across his lips again, "You gonna be nice to me now?" hed purr in a sweet voice. 

You groan, pushing back against him, "No Slash. I’m not gonna- i’m not gonna let you reel me in like that. I'm still embarrassed." 

He lets out a huffing laugh, hand on his stomach as if it was a quick joke, "Embarrassed about what? When my fingers were in your pussy or.. when I just had my tongue down your throat?" 

Your face would burn in both anger and embarrassment, "This isn’t funny, Slash!" 

He’d wipe a fake tear from his eye, that same laugh slipping from his lips. As if you were a joke to him, "It’s a little funny sweetheart, only because of that cute look you have on your face when you’re upset with me." 

He brushes his fingers over your cheek—not letting you pull away as he squishes your cheeks together. His lips brushed over yours again, breathing in your exhale. "You and I both know.. that you’d let me do anything I wanted to you right now." 

You squirm in his lap, trying to pull your face out of his grip with a grunt. "Don’t try and deny it sweetheart. I've already got you to do it twice now. I wonder how many more times I can play with you like this, hm?" 

You grumble out between puckered lips, "Like hell- you could-"

He smiles all sweet, leaning in close to your ear, "Is that a challenge, baby? You think I can't?" he laughs at your pathetic jab, biting the shell of your ear. 

You shake your head no, badly-hidden lust swirling in your eyes. 

"Mmmh. We’ll have to see about that. I’m sure I'll get you moaning for me—right here in this club—like a little bitch in heat." His voice was venomous as his hands fall to your hips, your own coming up to massage your face from the ache his grip left behind. He drags your pussy down on his thigh, the thin material of your underwear not doing anything to protect your aching core. Your clit pulses, begging for more friction as your body starts to heat up. Your eyes flutter closed, trying to focus on something else besides the growing arousal in your stomach. 

"Hey. Look at me." His voice snaps, dripping with lust. 

You turn away, eyes still shut and trying to focus on the bumping music that shook the club. 

He grab your face again, your eyes shooting open as he growls against your lips. "You can be bitchy all you want, but the last thing you’re going to be is disobedient." 

You shiver, trying not to show the affects his words had on you, but you knew it was no use as he hummed. 

His hand slithered down, cupping your sex, "You’ve already soaked my pants, and here you are, bitching and moaning about how embarrassed you are. It seems like you have no shame staining my pants with your slick." He rubs your clit through your panties, the wetness clinging to his fingers as his touches grow rougher. 

"‘Was fucking pissing me off how you were actin’ towards me. I bring you out, parade you around, finger you till you’re weeping for me and what do I get back, baby? Your prissy attitude?" You let a whine slip, hips jolting forward to press against his hand more. "But it seems like all you needed to be whipped back into shape was a little more attention, huh. You thrive off it when it comes from me, don’t you?" 

"n-mngh- no~" You deny, gritting your teeth as you try and keep a tight hold on your dignity. He already did this to you before, how is he doing it again? 

"No? Well, if that’s the case," his fingers stop, leaving your pussy burning, "I guess i’ll stop then." 

You whine, rutting into the air for his missing touch. Your eyes would burn into his, staring at him with babydoll eyes, whimpering softly under your breath. 

"What was that?" he’d lean in, ear toward you as if he couldn’t hear. 

"Please." Your voice giving out, the words coming out in a shrill whisper. 

He licks his lips, satisfied but not showing it completely, "Please what?" 

"Please, touch-touch me again-.." You could barely speak. Words coming out in jumbled messes. 

His hand immediately slips under your panties, rubbing your messy clit in quick circles. You rut into his hand—grinding down for the sweet, addicting pleasure that coursed through your veins. 

Wet smacking sounds would fill the little booth, along with your breathy whines and the tugging of clothing. His shirt would still be balled in your fists, you occasionally tugging on it for support when the pleasure would be too much to bear. 

"Looks like you’re enjoying this baby.. or.. are you embarrassed still?" 

moments ago his teasing would send you into an angry rant, but right now, all you wanted was for him to keep talking and playing with you. 

"N-No!—Please, don’t-don’t stop—" You were desperate. No, even more than that. You were hungry, for the pleasure he was giving you.

He loves how easy it was to switch you from a disobedient bitch to his sweet slutty angel. He loved both sides of you, but he oh-so loved breaking you down until you were nothing but a hole for him to use. 

His other hand would slide under your dress, slipping under the thin piece of string between your cheeks. You’d jolt, tugging on his shirt again as he prodded at your asshole. 

"Slash—Slash, Wait not—Not here—!" Your fists would tug harder on his shirt, eyes welling up all big. 

"Why not, hm? You’re already humping my hand.. why not add more pleasure to it, baby? You want that, don’t you?" 

Your brain was fogged up, not being able to think of a single thing through, but you knew one thing—pleasure. Pleasure is what you craved in that moment. You’d nod, slowly, drunkenly. 

"I’m always right, sweetheart. When are you gonna realize that, huh?" He presses a soft kiss to your lips, sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away. 

He slowly slides his thumb in, easing in with slower circles to your clit. You sigh at the stretch, gently rocking back against the ache. Your body burned for the intoxication, to the point where you didn’t care if anyone saw. 

His thumb stilled, his nostrils flaring as he stared deep into your eyes, "You’re squeezin’ down on me, coating my fucking hand in your juices." 

His thumb would thrust in and out of you, your ass clenching down on his fingers, "taking a thumb up your ass inside a packed club? Now that’s naughty baby.." 

He loves teasing you like this, watching you shiver but not biting back at him like you did before. Instead, you were taking it so well. Even begging for more. 

"Faster..please." Your eyes were barely open at this point, head swiveling side to side. The weight was too heavy to carry on your shoulders. 

Your asshole puckered and squeezed down against his thumb, sucking him inside and keeping him there. 

You huff like a dog, spit dripping down your chest as you grew closer and closer, knowing just how earth shattering the orgasm was going to be just by the building in your tummy.

 "Slash I—I can’t I—going-" You’d heave, eyes rolling back and head following. You arch in a ‘C’ shape, stomach pressing against his abdomen. 

"Do it.. do it on me baby.." His eyes studied your face, lips wet with constant saliva from his tongue licking at the plump skin.

You bury your face in his shirt, squealing in pure pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, dragging you into its depths. He'd kiss your neck, huffing as he too felt cum drip down his shaft inside his pants, sticking to his thighs. Simply the sight of you enjoying yourself all debauched, made him more turned on than he’d like to admit. You huffed, panting into his neck as you came down, eyes glazed over as you slumped into him. 

Once he caught his breath and licked his fingers clean, he’d ask, "You alright?" 

You nod, cuddling into his neck, kissing the skin as a thank you. 

"That’s my girl."  

[hotdamnhunnam]

Kinkfest Tag List Reblog #2

[tagging my kinkfest tag list in addition to my emoji fic tag list in this fic since it’s somewhat kinky – sorry if this results in repeat tags for anybody!]

[... Kinkfest Tag List continued from list in prior reblog] @foreve-free @vixenrebellion @paintballkid711 @saralucilleburch @clumsyfuck @jadesamhart @o0idk0o @georgiaemily38 @chickadeegirl @serendipityneeded @mendoza0004 @darkravenqueen98 @badbiddie055 @severewobblerlightdragon @chelpbell @milber32 @rubes2323 @overslytvrinswall @louteh @elephants-are-a-thing @few-proud-emotonal @pomegranatearildreams @nataliecarter19in99 @savagemickey03 @samanthaisnthome @beardedfreakbonkneck @amandasmithsposts @soaharleys @simpmasterjr @shikashakecarlile @charlie-hunnams-old-lady @kandii395 @abmariexo @hernameisnoellex3 @linzc-reader @hardon4cock @maeve-writes @dreamer-101 @jaazuusbjj @blackgirlsrxck @sublimeoperaspyknight @diorlunee

Jax Teller of course!

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(Also - WHY THE FUCK DID I NOT KNOW IOS HAD BADASS DINOSAUR EMOJIS??)

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! 💗

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Tyrannosaurus Sex

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, BDSM (just some chains, spanking with leather gloves, pretty light stuff – references to whips etc. but no actual use of them) Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: 🎶🦖⛓ (key words are in bold)

You really didn’t know that SAMCRO has a sort of low-key BDSM dungeon in the basement of the clubhouse but you’re not exactly shocked.

It’s no secret that the Sons are kinky fuckers—some of them more so than others—and you’ve quickly come to realize that the king is kinkier than all his subjects as he shuts the basement door and makes sure it’s securely locked.

Over your heads the beat of party music pounds. It’s Saturday night and the usual shenanigans are happening aboveground. In the middle of the party you had mocked the king in front of everyone for his infuriating walk. Said that the swagger must be compensating for a tiny cock. Struts all around, a tyrant terrorizing town, like a T-Rex who’s bad at sex but runs his big mouth bragging all about the hundreds and hundreds of hoes he’s fucked.

After the way you’d gone and talked, you’re sure to be another sack of holes the reigning king of Charming is determined to destruct.

And that’s exactly what you wanted ‘cause your inner slut is straight up masochistically insane.

In the dark light you see the stark silvery glint of metal chains. The sight of ropes and whips and instruments of pain starting a fire in your veins. You and Jax Teller are supposed to hate each other’s fucking guts—you do although right now you truly want to be his fucking slut—so you still cling to all the bad blood that remains.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you act as if you’re unimpressed, uninterested in what awaits. Throw shade. “So what, is this the only way you can get laid? Tie up your dates?”

“You think this is a fucking date?” Jax scoffs at what you so stupidly said, shaking his beautifully blonde head. “Bitch, I don’t do dates. This is me punishing your pathetic ass for that mistake you fucking made.” He says it with a sneer, bringing his face near. Heated lips against your ear. “This is pure fucking hate.”

Every damn word out of his mouth starts a whole flood between your thighs. You didn’t want to soak your panties in the presence of this man that you despise… too fucking late.

Pretend you’re not aroused to death. Wetter than ever. Fight it off with every breath. “I knew you were a dick but didn’t think you’d dish out punishment without a girl’s consent, Teller.”

He laughs as if you should’ve known him better. “Jesus, never. I take pride in treating women like I treat my leather,” he proclaims as he pulls on his riding gloves. You hate him so much but the sight of him in those gloves has your ass in love… “Real good. The way a real man should.”

He watches darkly as you take a few steps forward and begin eyeing the S&M collection on the far wall just the way he knew he would.

“I’d never hurt a girl who didn’t fucking beg me for the privilege,” the cocky bastard snickers in a way that makes your pussy twitch. His big dick energy is furiously rich. He comes up close again and whispers words into your ear that dig a deep grave for your dignity and throw it in the ditch. “And you’re no fucking different, bitch.”

***************

The truth is that you are different as fuck.

You’re different in the sense that Jax has wanted you for fucking years and never had you. That shit’s new. And now he has you in his kinky little dungeon he cannot believe his luck.

Whenever he wants something—someone—he just takes it like it’s nothing—that’s just always what he’s done. But Jax has hated you for so long that it felt like all he knew. So as the lust he harbored toward you grew his dumb dick had no clue just what to do.

He’d just assumed you hated him too much to want him till tonight when it became clear just how bad you want him too.

So now the king you’d called a little-dicked Tyrannosaurus Rex… is gonna treat you to his big dick with a session of Tyrannosaurus sex.

He’s gonna show you how this big dick fucking wrecks. He’s gonna make you fucking beg, until he thinks you’ve earned the privilege of having him drive home between your legs.

The king of Charming uses chains to tie you up like you’re his filthy little slave. It’s what you crave. You’ve tried out ropes with other guys just once or twice before, but this is something more. It’s a whole new level of whore.

He has you facedown on a surface spread before him with the chains securing you tightly in place. Could’ve positioned you with your back on the surface but the chance to smack your pretty little ass is just too good to waste.

The bracing cold of these solid metallic links… it’s chasing you over the brink. You’ve only just begun with Jax here in this basement and already he’s awakening new kinks.

Your lashes flutter in submissive ecstasy, aching for this man who has always been your enemy to fill your deepest fantasies. You’re so euphoric you can’t think. His piercing blues burn holes into the bare skin at your wrists with every tight fastening clink, and all the while he barely even fucking blinks.

Goddamn, he’s good at this.

For old times’ sake, you’d thought you could keep up the act a little longer and continue with pretending to resist, until he pressured you to break… but when your crotch is dripping wet like this, you’re such a shitty actress. You both know that your entire ass is his.

To your surprise there’s something soft and safe behind this sick sadistic side of him that’s so savage and serious. You can just catch it in glimpses—but it’s there—he’s the most careful when the role is not to care. He still remembers what you said about consent and wants to make sure that you know he’d never dare.

“You look so pretty shackled up for me,” he sweeps aside your hair, snarling into the soft skin of your shoulder as he gropes you from behind, tests just how tightly these chains bind. “Finally fucking mine. Tell me, bitch, do you want to belong to me? Just say the word and you’re free. Honestly.”

You’ve not set an official safeword, but Jax knows how to read the signals and is always on alert, though in his sex life no is something that he’s luckily never heard.

Just say the word and you’re free. Honestly.

All you want is for your inner slut to be free for this absolute sex god to fuck you silly.

He growls into your ear, as his leather-clad hand hikes your skirt up and deals a sharp slap to your rear, and it’s so damn deliciously filthy.

“See, I know you’re exactly where your slutty ass wants to be.” Jax reacts to the whimper of yes sir, that slips from your mouth on an impulse of pure fucking pleasure. His power and pride riding high on your honesty. Strips off your panties to lay bare this tight little pussy that’s so slick and throbbing with thirst for Jax Teller. “Finally see the truth spread out all wet right in front of me. You thought you wanted to make me your enemy. But all along baby you just wanted me.”

And it’s true, that all you really want is for this savage tyrant to ruin you. Surely that’s what’s coming next. You’re nothing but a slut for this fucking T-Rex and his savage tyrannical sex.

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A/N: Here’s a little late-birthday fic for all of the slash sluts out there ! i was hoping that i could get this out yesterday, but i was exhausted so i hope this makes up it!

・゜ ♡ ゜ * ・ ♡ ° . 。

It makes you feel guilty. How Slash was settled between your legs, tongue deep inside your pretty pussy- when it was you who was supposed to be pleasuring him. On his birthday.

You tried to get up many times, wanting to coax him into at least letting you suck his cock, but the second he felt you move he’d growl, hands curling over your thighs and pinning you down against the bed, right where you belonged.

Face not even centimeters away from your heat, he’d say,

“Lay back, honey..” before shoving his face even deeper into your sloppy cunt. Taking out all the pent up aggression or frustration of you moving and being stubborn on your pussy. His tongue would roll and flick lewdly against your clit, slipping into your folds before wiggling its way inside you with a groan.

You didn’t understand his obsession with eating you out, but this is a prime example of how invested he could become.

“D-daddy please! i- I can’t-” you’d cry out, hands aching from the handcuffs around your wrists.

It’s been hours. Your clit was swollen, pussy numb, and your ass has now become soaked with what you knew was squirt and cum mixed in with a little spit if we are being realistic. His hands left raw prints from where he groped and smacked your thighs that ached.

He only lets up when you’re so tired that all you can do is lay there and let out little sobs of his name out of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Mmh~, you taste so fucking good, honey..” He licked his lips, smacking them as he looked into your teary eyes. He smiles, kissing up your body while looking up at you like a lost puppy.

“I’m sorry, honey.. I couldn’t help it.” He paused, kissing your bite-mark littered tits sloppily. “you just taste so… so fucking good..”

His finger dragged over the inside of your thighs, scooping up wetness before slipping the digits into his mouth with a moan. His eyes rolled back at the taste that covered his taste buds. “Can’t get enough of it..”

“I-i’ve no-noticed..” you croaked, worn body trembling in exhaustion.

“don’t get sassy with me, missy..” He cooed, kissing your pouty lips before sliding back on his knees, “daddy isn’t finished playing with his gift yet..”

Your thighs trembled at the sight of his swollen red cock, standing proud as the tip drooled with precum.

“easy baby, easy.. daddy’s going to take good care of you..”

His warm hands slid over your thighs, easing the trembling from the many, many orgasms you endured before.

“Just one last one, okay? Just one more… can you do that for me, sweetheart?” He asked sweetly, kissing your puffy cheeks as he lined his tip with your leaky hole.

You nodded, eyes watering as your clit ached.

“use your words.. daddy wants to hear you..”

“yes- yes daddy..” you whined, back arching already as he slid the tip in.

“That’s my good girl..” he praised

His hands grabbed your hips, squeezing the full flesh as leverage to fuck into you with. His heavy balls slapped lewdly against your ass, the cum that covered the surface making the slaps even louder.

You just felt so good.

Your gummy walls wrapped so beautifully around his thick cock that it made his head spin when they tightened around him. As if you could get any tighter.

He growled like a rabid animal above you as he took you raw and hard, losing his patience and sanity just from your pussy.

“Feel that honey? Feel daddy deeep inside that pretty cunt?”

He cooed, pressing his hand into your plump belly, wanting to feel his cock pumping inside you.

You squealed at the pressure, pussy tightening around him as your handcuffs jingled.

“fuck- baby..” he growled, nails digging into your hips as his thrusts sped up.

“Who’s fucking pussy, is this? Hm? who’s, baby.. tell me..” He growled, hips rolling his cock deep inside you as you shook like a leaf.

You couldn’t speak, the only noises coming from your mouth being moans and cries of pleasure.

Slash smiled, knowing that it was him who turned you into a brain dead little slut. His brain dead, little slut.

“Aww, can you not speak, baby? What happened? Is daddy being too rough with his little toy?” He mocked, staring down at you heatedly through the curtains of his curls.

You stared up at him weakly, eyes barely open at this point. You opened your mouth, but only cut up sentences and babbles came out. Embarrassment burned your cheeks and the tips of your ears as you failed to do as told.

“what a shame.. daddy already broke his little cocksleeve.. his little fleshlight..” He teased, grabbing your thighs and pressing them up against your chest, “guess daddy is playing too rough hm?”

His thrusts slowed, but his cock was deeper than ever as his hips rolled depravedly into you.

“Mmm~ feel daddy’s cock against your cervix, baby? Feel that?” He looked down at you, watching your eyes widen and jaw go slack, “oh yeah you do~”

You cried out for him, arms tired and aching and wanting so badly to wrap around his neck and feel his skin.

“p-please.. ~” you beg, voice coated in tears as they pucker around the waterline of your eye.

“oh? so I guess I haven’t broken my toy just yet then, hm?” he simpered, tongue sucking his teeth as his thrusts picked up.

You started to hiccup, eyes rolling back in your skull as he fucked you like a rag doll, or in his words, his toy.

His little toy to play with and use until it broke. You were his birthday gift, after all.

“Gonna fill you up honey..you want that? You wanna be filled with my babies?” he panted, hunching over your like an animal.

“pl-please~” You wept, pulling on the restraints for the hundredth time by now.

“That’s my good girl..”

With that, he dropped his head, focused on the way your pussy hungrily sucked in his coco with each thrust he made, sending him on the downward spiral of pussy-drunk insanity, as if he wasn’t there already.

Your cunt felt like absolute heaven to him. So warm and soft, and not to mention tight. Even after all the abuse and pressure your pussy endures day after day, it still feels like you’re a virgin around his cock.

But he’s not complaining. Oh no, not at all.

His hips stilled as he came inside you, cock pumping his thick load deep inside your womb. You squirmed and squealed, mewling out for him to hold you as you came as well. Not being able to handle the hot cum filling your pussy.

“Shhh shhh.. take it all.. milk daddy’s cock.”

And that’s what you did. Although, it wasn’t really in your control, as your pussy had been hungrily milking his cock this entire time, wanting his seed deep inside you. And now that you have it, your pussy wants every drop.

You looked up at Slash weakly, pouting at him as you hiccuped.

“ohhh come here, sweetheart..” He unhooked your hands from handcuffs, holding them in his as he massaged and kissed them.

“did so good for me tonight..my perfect little gift..”