#click clack of chelsea boots??

[rainbowsuitcase]

So much BTS lore feels like fanfiction and I can't get over it

Two of the members hated each other at first. They argued a lot and one time, they threw folded clothes at each other and the member who folded them had to come scold them. And now they keep reminding everyone how long they've known each other for. They wrote a song together where they said that "respect is a higher tier than love" and then called each other "my respect."

The smartest member of the group (one the previous two morons btw) didn't know how to tie his shoelaces until highschool. He doesn't eat seafood because he loves crabs. He's a literal geniues and he's so clumsy and such a dork (and I relate so deeply). And that body, guys, I'm telling you. This whole guy was made by a fanfic author.

Their company was near bankrupcy when they debuted. One of the members, who was getting offers from so many other companies, joined this one because he admired another member who was already a part of it. When these two met for the first time, member two was only wearing underwear and member one said "wow, thighs."

Another member came to an audition, not to audition himself but to support a friend. He was the only person from that audition round to get in. The friend did not.

Another member, who was studying to be an actor, was street cast on a bus.

One of them lost confidence and tried to leave before the debut, but another convinced him to come back, because they "needed him."

The whole industry hated them when they debuted and now they're arguably the best kpop group worldwide. (Arguably, read: argue with the wall)

(Add your own pls, I want to make a collection from this)

[jmdbjk]

The click clack of chelsea boots

Its gonna be a rock song, I just know it.

[thedemises]

note!... wow- 1,962 words... that's quite a lot (for me) than usual, but not much how I usually write (you dont know what im meaning but whatever- I don't know as well bc I don't remember-). also this is SPYxFAMILY this time but with an oc of mine instead of a reader insert, woooo!! n e ways- enjoy! (also ignore the crappy ending- i didnt know how to end this properly-)

━━ .  UP FOR BABYSITTING?。forger family & my oc!!

It was another day; a day for work as usual on weekdays for catherine collison. but this time, she's a little late than what she had anticipated.

and she usually is not late.

‘damn, i'm gonna be late for late for work. this was not written in my schedule!’ frustratedly, she thought while taking a glance at her watch which showed “8:53 AM”. this made catherine even more frustrated and slightly stressed.

the soles of her heeled chelsea boots clack on against the pavement, quite hastily like an old typewriter since she was in a hurry to her workplace—yet she strides with straight and firm steps, being careful where she walked. her long and wide, light beige skirt flowing and moving along with her legs. the sunlight reflects on the lens of her golden-framed glasses, consisting of matching golden eyeglass chains attached, which she adjusts her glasses by pushing them back slightly.

a passageway is what she sees to her right, catherine memorized the map to where this passage lead to; nearby her workplace. and off she went, going in quickly as she now makes her presence known with her walking.

turning a corner, she halts abruptedly—all of a sudden—the usual stern face expressing the slightest surprise at the scene before her. distanced by just a few meters, a group of older men are seen harassing a little girl, whom wore a fearful look.

now that just won’t do, especially not in her presence.

without another thought, the pale caramel-haired woman rushes forward and grasps the pink-haired girl's arm to move her away from the older males to place herself in between, whilst gazing sternly like a teacher she used to be.

the men weren't so intimidated by the collison's actions—even if one was startled—and still held their heads up in pride and bravery before the other. meanwhile, the younger female grasps her small hands on to other female's leg, gripping tightly in fear with drops of tears welled up in her big green eyes while hiding behind catherine's leg.

“so,” she begins, speaking firm and condescendingly to the group of males, “what is your business with this girl? So prideful to harass a young girl, how lowly of you all to do so.” catherine doesn't break her firm expression, eyebrows furrowed as she expresses unhappiness to the others' actions.

subtly, the ex-teacher tries to walk away along with the young girl from the gang, as to avoid any violence being received and sent from both sides.

however, the guys only laugh haughtily and pull out weapons such as guns and knives to make themselves a threat. this, of course, causes the girl to cry and sob afraidly while her grip tightens around the older female's calf.

“WAAAAAAHH!! MAMA! PAPA!!”

“tch,” the woman clicks her tongue at the child's cries, briefly bending down to pick her up and shush her quietly for comfort. weighing her decisions in her head, catherine quickly decides to run yet one of the men grabs her arm, attempting to remove the short-haired girl out of the ponytailed woman's arms.

“ah,” the unknown guy chuckles briefly with a sly and greedy grin, “sorry miss, but we’re gonna take that little one there. she goes to that big fancy school, and that outfit could make us lots of money-”

without hesitating, catherine aims her leg quickly to the man's head to knock him out against the wall beside them. of course, this alerts the others as they ready their weapons as well as catherine—who pulls out a firearm hidden behind her back with her free hand, the other preoccupied with holding the little girl.

she fires a few bullets, hitting some of the men in some places, and dodges the bullets that were sent towards her directions—making sure that the kid doesn't get shot at. catherine also makes sure to sprint away every so often from the troop as fast as possible as the men try to reach her, not wanting to get into violence so quickly with a child around. she smashes one of them into the wall with her leg, shooting another in the shoulder, and giving another one a harsh roundhouse kick to the jaw to put him unconscious. all of this fast and quick moves of catherine made the young girl's head kind of spin.

before anything else could happen as the older female readies herself, the younger girl looks up at you with a reassuring and happy look in her child eyes, “don't worry, miss stranger lady!” smiling, the kid continues her sentence, “mama and papa are here!”

with that, a man and woman—catherine assuming to be the child's father and mother—reaches the scene and immediately took care of the mem within a matter of seconds. after all was finished, the couple turns to the females.

catherine carefully settles down the young girl, who quickly ran over to her parents to engulf them into a hug of relief. the two adults appeared intimidating for a moment before melting at the sight of their little girl all safe, both of them embracing their daughter—the father using only one arm to hug her back.

as the light caramel-haired woman sheathed her firearm away and adjusts her glasses up a bit, for a moment, she notices the death glare she was receiving from the black-haired woman over the little girl’s head—probably assuming that the glasses-wearing woman was a threat—which catherine was completely unfazed about. however, that changes quite quickly when the young child tells her mother and father about what occured just now, “mama! papa! this lady saved me! she came just in time and fight the bad guys but they were so scary!!”

this causes the expression on the woman’s face to morph into a look of realization as she approached and bowed to catherine in gratitude, “ah! sorry about that miss, but thank you for saving our miss anya.”

‘anya?’ catherine raises a brow for a split second at how quickly the mother switchss but doesn't question things any further,  ‘so that must be that kid's name..’ straightening the cuffs on her dark-colored blouse and slightly clearing her throat, she nods in response. “ah, it's certainly no problem to me. though it'd be a less of an issue if you kept a more attentive eye on your daughter—so you wouldn't lose her again. as long as she is safe.”

“yes!”

glancing at the man, who anya was hugging tightly as he held her with one arm, stood a little bit behind the black-haired woman as he seemed to be assessing catherine with very aware eyes. this made catherine slightly suspicious of, before he walked over and shook the light-haired woman's hand with a polite smile.

“yes, thank you very much for protecting our daughter from harm. i am loid forger, this is my wife, yor, and our daughter-”

the father, loid, was interrupted by his daughter exclaiming her name, “anya forger!” all with throwing her arms dramatically into the arm, a childish smile on her round face.

this made yor and loid chuckle a bit at their child's antics, while catherine shook his hand in return as she smiled a bit before introducing herself. “yes, yes, i know that now. my name is catherine collison, its a fine pleasure to meet you, forgers.” as catherine said that, she places a hand over her chest as her smile disappears into a more professional and formal expression, standing straighter than ever.

this makes yor smile at the other woman, “its really nice to meet you too, miss collison!”, loid smiles back in reply as he puts anya back down to her feet.

for a few moments, anya looked to her parents and then turning to the lady who rescued her. the pale caramel-haired lady could almost see that something like gears were turning in her head before it clicked.

then—all of a sudden—she clasps her hands together, intertwining her fingers, as anya dons a decent saddened expression while she swayed towards the former teacher, “oh, how anya wishes to have a babysitter...~ mama and papa can be so busy and anya is always at home with nobody else but with doggy...~”

the scene coming from anya slightly baffles collison, from how the younger girl was acting; she was definitely trying to get the older to be her babysitter. catherine sighs to herself, internally.

“they would pay really well, but how will anya ever find someone to babysit me?” and then, she leans over against catherine's leg, causing the other to hold anya up right to prevent her from falling over to the floor.

the pale brunette mutters a quiet, “babysitter…?” to herself, with only the blond man picking up on it.

meanwhile, loid deadpans while yor sweatdrops at the younger's antics, but before yor could sputter any apologies for her daughter's actions, catherine stands up and pushes her glasses her to the bridge of her nose and turns to the couple with a firm and professional look.

“my apologies, but i'm afraid i can't accept doing babysitting work for your child.” the response coming from catherine makes the forgers look saddened—though anya looks more upset than anything while loid's face hardens in sternness. regardless, she continued, “i have work to do, and-...” then, realization pops into catherine's mind before her eyes widen as she checks her watch for a moment. as yor notices this and looks worried, she tries to ask the other while walking closer to her.

“uhm, are you okay?—”

the mother was startled when the latter pulls out a notebook to hastily write down something with a pen that appeared out of nowhere, ripping off the page, and shoved the paper in yor's arms—before sprinting off forward.

“my apologies, forgers! but, I'M LATE!” was the last thing catherine said to the forgers before disappearing when she rounded the corner, her long pale caramel-hued hair—that was tied up into a half-braided ponytail—flowing with the wind as the breeze made her brown coat fly upwards to show her baclside—which revealed the sheathed firearm that she secretly hid behind her back. loid, yor, and anya could only state where she ran off to with blank and shocked faces.

recovering from the sudden shock, yor takes a look at the piece of paper that was shoved to her so roughly—which had crumpled the paper quite a bit.

yor reads what had been written down out loud for loid and anya to listen, she could notice the neat yet messy handwriting catherine wrote in because of how quick she was. the note has written a phone number at the top and a simple paragraph at the bottom that said: “i'll have to think about it. please call me if you want to talk about it, forger. but i have work that extends from 8:50 AM to 5:60 PM.”, signed with “—c. catherine” alongside a unique signature. the note was quite messy yet still appeared formal and professional.

even after the forgers had reached home, loid still thought about what catherine had told them, thinking about what anya said earlier. considering that franky always complained about looking after anya—only to shut up when loid brings up something franky looked forward to/something that franky wants...

...to be frank, maybe they did need a babysitter.

© thedemises 2023. all rights reserved. ━━  i like to imagine catherine collison having a (jp) voice like yu shimamura (or arisa sakuraba) and a (eng) voice like erica lindbeck!

[jimimn]

We just need to tell Jimin that we need a double live for weverse and the click clack of chelsea boots will make it happen like it did with weverse subtitles 😔🙏

SOOOOO TRUEEEEEEE next time jimin goes live we're complaining to him about this 😎

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Suga always dressed more casual, so seeing him go with Valentino, wearing suits, isn't the Suga I'm use too. Brands threw BTS in clothes during tours & music vids & they wore it cause they had too, but most of the time Suga wore casual fits on his own, so its surprising to see him sign with Valentino. Dior suits 'click clack chelsea boots' JM, just like Chanel, cause it's his style, like Balenciaga is JK's style, had they not been in a scandal, over say Versace. Tae seems more Prada then Celine.

Yoongi's style journey lately has been interesting to observe. I think he made the biggest changes in 2021-2022. He never grabbed my attention before in terms of fashion, but it seems like he pays more attention now. And Valentino is a good fit for him. It's not a big departure from what we could possibly see him in. Also, he is wearing the clothes and not the other way around. I think that's why it works and he looks so good.

[minieggukie]

i was going to come and say i did actually think jimin would forget to come on vlive (because he is human and also he's doing a lot of stuff now) and we will never get subs for his live, but now that weverse finally heard the click clack of chelsea boots, i guess i don't have to worry about it anymore 😭

HE IS RELIABLE DON'T WORRY. I was just talking to @gimbapchefs about how we should've complained about the weverse shop pricing and shipping to jimin and he def would've made the call for us 😂😂 he makes me only want to wear chelsea boots so i can channel his confidence 😭😭😂😂

[namchyoon]

THERE'S SUBS ON JOON, HOBI, AND YOONGIS LIVE, THERES HOPE!!

those chelsea boots clicked and my GOD, they clacked

[gretavanbitch]

Tangled up in blue- 4

warnings- smut, drinking, swearing, smoking bla bla bla “get on with the song”

also- I made a playlist for this month, but I listen to it whenever I write so it is very ~fitting~. feel free to listen while you read. 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5qrT7vDp06VGboCCSaaC31

Note- hi babes, i hope you are enjoying this so far, sorry for the long wait! This week has been a haze of volleyball, AP work, and college apps. I will try to update soon again! 

prior- 

The scent of sweat and cigarette smoke pulled through the air of the small green room. Penny sat on a worn velvet couch, watching the boys prance around loudly, still feeling the high of the show. 

“Sam, did you see that one girl in the pit flash you?” Danny laughed, holding some concoction of hard liquor in his hand. 

“Yeah dude, I had to look twice to make sure I didn’t imagine it,” he laughed, “nice tits though.” Sam spoke loudly as he sat partially on the arm of a leather chair, taking a drag from his cigarette. Jake was somewhere outside of the room on the phone with his girlfriend. Josh was prancing around the room wildly singing some showtune, very in character. He seemed rather oblivious to Danny and Sam’s conversation, only adding his input when he found the topic interesting. Penny followed Josh with her eyes, laughing into her own drink. 

“Guys,” Jake said as he entered the room again, “let's get fucked up.” Everyone let out loud cheers to the twins' proposition. Josh himself, now clad in his usual white long sleeve and tan pants walked over to Penny, extending his hand to her. She took it and walked with the group towards the exit of the arena. They all decided to drink at a small bar a short walk away. 

She pulled the fabric of her tan coat closer to her chest as the night breeze nipped at her cheeks. Josh noticed her newfound chill immediately, he always notices. He quickly wrapped his arms around her arms, rubbing up and down lovingly. She giggled, leaning her head into the crook of his neck momentarily as they walked. The only sound on the streets around the venue were the clack of Jake’s Chelsea boots, her own boots, and patter of everyone's sneakers. 

They walked for about 25 minutes, talking about nothing in particular, smoking cigarettes as they walked. 

“You know those are bad for you,” Josh teased Penny, nudging her shoulder softly. 

“Tell that to Sam and Jake,” she huffed jokingly in return. Sam then turned around, a fake hurt expression on his face. 

“Yeah well at least I don’t smoke American spirits, those taste like garbage,” he scoffed.

“Alright pipe down over there Marlboro man,” Penny waved him off, blowing a pull directly in his face. In truth, she knew that her smoking habits would bite her in the ass one day, but amongst other things in her life, they were so addicting. Soon enough, the neon sign of an old dive bar appeared in front of the group. Penny quickly paused behind the group, wanting to capture a picture of their silhouettes and the neon lights. 

“Whatcha doin’ mama,” Josh paused his steps, waiting for the blonde. 

“Capturing the moment, don't move,” she said through tight lips as the shutter clicked. Josh paused for a moment, eyes darting down to the half smoked cig in her hand. 

“Shotgun me,” he said as he caught his lips in between his teeth. 

“You don’t smoke,” she responded, pushing the camera back in her bag. 

“Yeah I know, but it would be hot.” She then nodded her head and stepped closer to him. The rest of the group was now long ahead, entering the bar. The wind rustled his curls softly, making his eyes flutter closed. His lips were parted slightly, waiting in anticipation. She brought the cigarette to her lips slowly, narrowing her eyes at him. Her hand found the back of his head softly, his hands stayed at rest at his sides. With hazy eyes, she leaned into him. His lips ghosted over hers softly, inhaling as he did. At that moment, the cold breeze disappeared, and so did the bar. The only thing that existed was him, and his beauty.  He exhaled with a soft smile on his face. 

She then took his hand softly, crushing the cigarette under her boot and leading him towards the bar “Lets get drunk loverboy.”

The bar door opened with a creak, and the smell of liquor hit Penny’s nose, her hand still intertwined with Josh’s. Her eyes scanned the bar for a moment before landing on Jake’s head of hair next to Sam and Danny at the corner of the bar. The boys welcomed them with suspicious gazes, Josh only smirked teasingly at them while patting a seat next to Danny for Penny. The rest of the boys already had their choice of liquor in their hands. Josh ordered a salty dog, and he ordered Penny her favorite, Vodka Cranberry. 

“god you have the alcohol taste of a college kid,” Jake laughed as she sipped her drink. 

“Yeah i’m 22, so that adds up smartass,” she teased. Although Josh was older than her, it rarely crossed her mind. Whether it was her own maturity of his ability to be with her, age was rarely brought up. 

“Oh god Josh, we’re getting old, I can feel it in my bones,” Jake laughed. Josh then got up from his seat, pacing slowly in front of Penny. 

“Hey there sweet, come ere’ often,” Josh joked, hand on his back imitating an old man. 

The night then progressed into rounds of tequila shots and more drinks. There was a pleasant energy between the group, illuminated by the soft glow of the bar. They were by far the youngest group in there, other than some old men at the bar, and middle aged women in the booths with their spouses. 

Penny’s head was spinning slightly, eyes solely focused on Josh as he laughed with the band. He met her eyes continuously through the night, smiling at her softly every time he did. He now leaned down to her ear, whispering quietly. 

“wanna get out of here?” 

Penny nodded, downing the last of her fourth cocktail and grabbing her jacket. The pair walked hand in hand down the empty streets. There was a comfortable drunken silence between them as the cool breeze washed over them. 

“where do you see yourself in five years babe?” Josh inquired, breaking the silence. She bit her lip for a moment, pondering the question seriously. 

“I never really thought about it I guess,” she paused. “probably still where I am right now, blowing in the wind and following you.” He hummed in response, smiling up at the sky. 

“me too, whenever I picture it, you are always there,” he said. He then broke out into a run, dragging Penny along. His voice echoed the streets, singing Bob Dylan loudly. 

“But the answer my friend, is blowin in the wind, the answer is blowin in the wind.”

His voice filled her ears as she laughed along. Wind pushing her hair back, lungs burning with happiness. They ran until they reached the bus, panting and smiling at each other. Josh entered the Bus before her, flicking on various lights and tripping over shoes. 

She haphazardly tore her jacket and boots off as Josh flipped through his phone, playing soft music. “Give me love” by George Harrison soon filled her ears, one of her favorite songs. Her heart ached at the feeling of Josh playing her favorite music as she tugged the hem of his shirt down next to her in a seat. The area was slightly cramped, a little more than a foot of space between seats. He hummed along to the song, caressing her cheek softly. She licked her lips, melting into his eyes deeply. He then closed the gap, capturing her lips with her own. He tasted like liquor and she melted into the kiss sighing softly. Her hands traced under his shirt as he gripped her hips, pulling her on top of him. He captured her lip in his teeth, causing a moan to escape her throat. 

Give me love and I'll show love

She jutted her hips down, grinding down into him. He groaned in response, pulling back from the kiss momentarily to look her in the eyes. 

Baby, I'll be there all the time

Clothes were soon discarded to the floor. The room became sticky and hot. The only sounds were coming from Josh’s phone and sighs from the pair. 

Give me love and I'll show love

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses up his neck as he ran his hands over her breasts, toying with her nipples softly. He then let his hands trail down to her pelvis. He dipped a few fingers into her heat, eliciting a sweet moan from her. He groaned into her chest and muttered a ‘fuck you’re so wet’

Baby, I'll be there

she whined softly, pressing her forehead against his as he created a steady pace with his fingers inside her, curling them with every stroke. His thumb circled her clit and she felt her stomach heat up. Her breathing became erratic, looking into his eyes deeply. Sweat coated her forehead, her body shaking with every whine and moan. He then added a third finger into her, curling it steadily. The room became a mile away, arching her back off of him, and toes curling. Her eyes were closed, mouth hung agape. He slowed his pace, pulling his fingers out and licking them. 

Every time I'm down you're the one who comes to my mind

‘fuck baby’ she whined, blinking white spots out of her vision slowly. He then captured her lips again, this time more aggressively. Tongues and teeth clashing as his hands dug into her ass. ‘Josh,’ she spoke breathily, breaking the kiss. ‘what baby?’ he sighed kissing her neck sweetly, biting softly. ‘I need you in me’ 

Look to deep your love you're the one that I dream of

He lifted her slightly, allowing her to sink down into him. Once he was fully in her, he paused groaning. He pressed his forehead against hers relishing in the feeling of being inside of her. Soon enough, she began grinding down onto him, lifting her hips slightly with every stroke. Her hands scratched up his shoulders, sure to leave marks that he would smile at in the mirror tomorrow. After a few minutes, her pace became sloppy causing Josh to lift her hips himself allowing for him to go even deeper. ‘fuck Pen’ he moaned into her hair. She could only smile against him, feeling so full and content. 

Take me to your heart don't ever worry, we'll never be apart

He jutted his hips into her harshly, fingers digging deeply into her hips. Everything then uncoiled inside her for the second time of the night, causing her breathing to stop for a second. Josh followed suit only seconds later, breathing rapidly and moaning softly. They paused for a moment, relishing the feeling and catching their breath. She kissed him softly and sweetly now, smiling stupidly. 

“I love you,” she sighed. 

“I love you too,” he smiled, pulling her against his chest lovingly. “lets go to bed.”

She threw on one of Josh’s old t-shirts and boxers, climbing in next to him in the bunk. His arms wrapped around her, her head on his chest, listening to his breathing. His heartbeat lulled her softly to sleep, not even hearing the rest of the band enter the bus soon after. 

“god it smells like sex in here.” 

[starburstfloat]

I just know lawyer jm is click clacking down the hall in his chelsea boots to set this shit right

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine prt two:

Erik is a Sub and Reader is a Dom

Took me a while to write but I wanted to finish it out. I hope it’s good lo

It was the end of yet another work day at the OutReach. Y/N put on her Saint Laurent coat in Black Alpaca, hiding away all the curves she flaunted in a charcoal grey turtle neck sweater dress. Her snake skin boots click clacked against the polished floor as she walked to the elevators around 5:30 pm.

She was ready to go home, take a nice hot bubble bath, and have a little phone sex with one of her Subs. Mama was too tired to leave and get some dick or pussy. She had to deprive Candice of eating her out again today because she was so damn busy. The elevator doors open to reveal the CFO himself in the flesh. Y/N stood there with a dazed expression on her face, the elevator doors ready to close if it wasn’t for Prince N’Jadaka holding them open for her.

“Are you going to get on the elevator, Miss Y/N?”

He remembered her.

“Yes, thank you.” She sauntered on, turning her back towards him. The doors finally closed and the elevator started to descend.

“Late day today?” She asked to start conversation. It took so much restraint not to look at that man. He smelled Devine.

“Yes, had to have a little talk with my cousin.”

“Well, I hope it was a good talk.” She said while looking straight ahead at his reflection through the elevator doors.

“Today was better than most fucking days,” He said while letting out a sigh. She could see him checking her out, Y/N’s clutch on her purse getting tighter.

“You wear shoes like that to the office?”

“Yes, should I not wear them, Mr. Stevens-Udaku?”

“Nah, it’s nothing wrong with it, I like them on you...really sexy.”

“Thank you.”

The elevator doors opened, Y/N turning to say goodbye to her boss.

“Well, thank you for holding the door opened for me. Have a goodnight, Mr. Stevens-Udaku.”

She gazed into his eyes, her expression changing to lust in a matter of seconds. This man was oh so sexy. She wanted a taste for sure. Those lips spread up into a smile and his dimples that she hadn’t noticed before popped out at her. Y/N wanted to jump his bones. She hadn’t felt this way about a man in a while.

“See something you like, Miss Y/N?” That voice was even better in person.

“I see a lot of things that I like, Mr. Stevens-Udaku.”

“How about you call me Erik. I’d like to hear that come out your mouth.” He wanted her to be familiar with him. That let Y/N know that this man, the CFO of the company, wanted to get to know her on another level. Whether it be sex, a date, or friends, he wanted to get closer to Y/N.

“Erik. I like that...Erik,” she purposefully spoke in a honeyed tone. She allowed her eyes to scan over his plaid pea coat, black turtle neck, and shiny loafers.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Going home to pamper myself.”

“How about I take you out for drinks? It’s a Friday night I figured you would want to let loose a little.”

Drinks with the Prince? He was in big trouble. Y/N and drinks made her more of a dangerous woman. She’d be taking Erik home in no time to have some fun in her play room. Standing there before him, his large muscular frame sparked a flame inside of her. She wanted to tie this man up and use him as her person fuck doll. Sit on his face, ride his dick, suck his dick, all while depriving him of cumming. He had a sexy voice, she really wanted to hear how he sounded when he moaned. Her pussy was gushing. She could feel her slippery lips rub along the crotch of her satin thong. If she took those panties off it would probably be a puddle there.

“I’d like that actually,” She gave Erik a sexy smile with her pouty lips painted with glittery gloss.

“Did you drive here?”

“Yes, I did,” She showed him the keys to her Ferrari.

“Why don’t you keep that here and I’ll give you a ride. How’s that sound?” He bit down on his bottom lip.

“No.”

His smile wavered a little. A woman never told him no.

“No?”

“Yes, I would like to go home, take a nice bubble bath, and wear something best suited for the occasion.”

“You are most definitely best suited, baby girl. You’re wearing the hell out of that dress.” He allowed his eyes to scan her frame with appreciation.

“You won’t be saying that later when I show up in what I plan to wear. Your jaw will really be on the floor, Erik.”

“Hmm, we’ll see.”

————

Y/N’s plan is to have Erik’s jaw on the floor. She wore a black leather dress with a low cleavage that was so damn short that if she bends over you could make out the lack of underwear. Then there was the thigh high black leather boots with the 5 1/2 inch heel. Her hair was freshly washed, Y/N sporting her natural curls. Erik wanted to take her to a cocktail lounge for drinks and conversation. She hoped they would have a VIP section because she wanted one-on-one time without distraction.

Leaving her LA home, Y/N headed towards her destination in an Uber since she planned on drinking a lot tonight. Arriving, Y/N steps out, heading inside of the chill hookah bar/cocktail lounge. There, seated at the bar while twirling a glass of brown liquor in his hand, was Erik Himself. He wore a black crew neck sweater with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans with ripped knees and a pair of black boots. They looked like Chelsea boots with chains on them from where she stood. Dreads swept to the side tonight was his choice of hair style and Y/N approved. Easy access to yank him up if he disobeyed her. That’s if he was even coming back to her place...he needed to come back to her place.

“Lost ma’am?” A hostess called out to her; a young Asian girl.

“No, my date is right at the bar, thanks anyway.” Y/N finally made her way over to Erik. The closer she walked, she noticed diamond chains hanging around his neck. He was flashy but not too much to the point of trying to show off.

“What are you drinking on, Erik?” Y/N allowed her voice to travel to him in a pleasant way. Erik has a lop sided grin on his lips before turning his piercing eyes onto Y/N. His face froze once he noticed the scandalous way she chose to dress. His eyes blazed with need and the grip on his glass was almost shattering. She could tell because of the veins in his hands bulging against his almond colored skin.

“Can I have what you’re drinking?” She spoke to get him out of this trance he was currently in.

“Yeah I gotchu,” Erik turns back to the bar, motioning for the bartender to come back down, “can I get a glass of Hennessy.”

The bartender went to work making her drink while Y/N got comfy in a seat next to Erik. Her eyes wandered around her, taking in the relaxed scenery as couples danced and mingled.

“Here’s your drink.”

She grabbed it from the bartender, placing it over a napkin in front of her.

“What do you usually drink?”

“Anything. I’m not picky,” she swept her curls from her face, “Are we going to stay seated here or sit somewhere more private?”

“We can go somewhere private, baby girl, don’t matter to me,” Erik lifts from his seat, holding his hand out for Y/N to grab. She placed her hand in his lightly, allowing Erik to lead the way. They found a nice seated area with pillows and a curtain for added privacy. Erik allowed Y/N to step inside first. They both cozied up, drinks in hand and the perfect view of the live band playing on stage. They both asked eachother what they liked to do outside of work and where they came from. Y/N told Erik she was born in New Orleans but moved to LA for school. Erik told her he was born and raised in Oakland, an ex navy seal and military man, a doctorate in engineering, and that he was a frequent traveler. Y/N was interested to know more about him being the Prince of Wakanda since he spoke with an American accent but she sensed that Erik didn’t want to disclose that information to her. She respected that and left her questions to herself.

“Are you seeing anyone, Y/N?” Erik took a sip before licking his lips.

“I’m not tied down to any particular person but I do have my share of options.”

Erik squinted his eyes at her, the side of his mouth twitching up to fight a smile. She wasn’t going to lie to him. Y/N was down for discussing her sexual acts with Erik. He seemed so interested.

“Like dick and pussy?” He finally asked after staring at her.

“Yeah. Dick and pussy, Erik.”

“Fuck, you’re serious? Most chicks lie about shit like that or they don’t tell you up front.”

“Well, I have nothing to hide. If we’re going to do this again sometime might as well let you know,” she laughed at his expression.

“So, again some time means...what?” He leans in towards her, Y/N holding his gaze. She wasn’t going to waver. She was sure a lot of women caved under those eyes. He was going to cave under hers.

“The next time we decide to meet up it’ll be in my bed not out for drinks.”

“What makes you think it’s going to be your fucking bed and not mines?” Erik chuckles.

“Because I want to take you home with me.” Y/N spoke softly within Erik’s ear. She allowed her lips to linger over his earlobe before taking her tongue to drag the flesh in between her parted lips. Erik lets out a deep grunt, his hips thrusting forward a little.

“Damn, ma,” He places his hand on the back of her neck to pull her back so he could look at her, “it’s like that? Sucking on a nigga ear?”

“You enjoyed that. I saw you pumping your hips like you were tryna fuck the air.”

“That’s a nigga weak spot that’s why,” His lips pressed against the side of Y/N’s face, “You gonna let me fuck you instead?”

“No,” she gave him a wicked smile.

“No?” He raises a single brow at her, his eyes shining with mischief, “what the fuck do you mean no?”

“Because that’s what the fuck I said.”

His jaw clenched. Okay...so he was used to dominating and getting his way. He really didn’t like Y/Ns bratty mouth. He probably wanted to fuck her throat in front of all these people. Make her voice all dry and hoarse with a soar throat for punishment.

“Who the fuck you talking to, ma? You forget who I am?”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are. I said no because I’ll be fucking you, and I’m fucking you tonight...Erik.”

Y/N threw back the rest of her drink. Erik was ready to yank her ass up but Y/N placed her hand over his crotch and squeezed. Her long squared crimson nails pressed into his balls and her palm tightened around his dick. Erik’s eyes grew hard but the constant clenching of his jaw and uneven breaths let her know that he liked it. A lot actually. He wouldn’t admit to it now but he will later.

“You’re not used to bitches grabbing your dick like this, huh?”

He glared at her, Y/N’s hand moving up and down now.

“It feels so fat and long. I bet you have the prettiest dick. Nice fat balls and a fat head for me to suck on...”

“Damn, you’re a nasty little thing,” he whispers, reaching out to place his hand around her to palm her ass as best he could over that skin-tight leather dress.

“I’m a nasty bitch.” She corrected him.

“Yes, the fuck you are grabbing my dick like this.”

Y/N squeezed his erection one final time before letting go. Erik lets out a disappointing sigh, Y/N lifting to fix her dress. She was growing tired of being here and it hadn’t even been an hour yet. Her body burned to drag him to her home and have some fun with him. She hadn’t been this excited since the first Sub she ever had. It was like that all over again.

“I’m ready to go. We’re going to my place, okay?” She told him rather than asking him.

“What’s so special about your place? Your ass is so damn desperate to get me there.”

“You’ll see,” She wanted to save the surprise for later. If she disclosed it to him now he would flip the script and try and dominate her. That wasn’t happening.

“How did you get here?”

“An uber. You?”

“Same.”

Figures. They both planned on drinking the night away.

“I have plenty of drinks at my place. A fully stocked bar. You can have all the Hennessy in the world there,” Y/N knew just one drink wasn’t enough for Erik.

“Aight, let me get an Uber then.”

Her plan was definitely set into motion. It was time to show Erik what the dominatrix was all about.

—————

Y/N was insatiable.

The minute they entered that Uber, she lifted her dress a little past her knees before hopping up on Erik’s lap to straddle him. Her bare pussy rested directly over his clothed erection. Y/N grabbed Erik’s neck, making her look up at him while her lips sought out his to nibble and suck on. They were so damn full and plump. Two soft cushions to hold the weight of her phat pussy between them. He had a strong neck too since he was so damn chiseled to perfection. With that strong neck he could eat her pussy with his hands tied down. She would make his ass work for it and give him locked jaw.

Erik’s large hands smoothed down the length of her back before moving down further to cup both her ass cheeks. When he found out she wasn’t wearing any panties he let her ass have it with two loud slaps to her ass. They got the Uber drivers attention now. Y/N shuddered from that impact, tightening her grip around his neck.

“Did I tell you to slap my ass like that, Mr. Stevens-Udaku?” Her eyes were murderous.

“No, but I took it upon myself to do that shit anyway. You’re a slut for wearing such a tiny dress with no panties. You wanted me to do that shit.”

“You keep playing with mama and watch what I do to those hands.”

“...mama?” A smile slowly crept up Erik’s lips.

“That’s right...I’m your mama tonight.”

The Uber driver groaned with pleasure.

“You got ol’ boy up front going crazy.” Erik places his hand around her neck, “You ain’t controlling shit. What makes you think you’re my mama?”

“What makes you think I’m not?” She fires back. Erik’s dick jumped, she felt that.

“See...this is why I have to teach you some manners, Mr. Stevens-Udaku,” her hand came down to squeeze his dick again. The way her nails imprinted his clothed sack had Erik’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down while his eyelids fluttered.

“It’s Erik.”

“I like Mr. Stevens-Udaku better. Let’s me know that I’m about to bring my boss...and a Prince...to his knees.”

The evil glint in his eyes didn’t faze Y/N. She saw that rage as an opportunity to use to her advantage.

“You are a wild bitch.”

Y/N giggles, the sound not matching her actions, “You ain’t seen wild yet,” she went back to tasting his lips with her hand still wrapped around his neck. He just tasted so good. That Hennessy on his tongue, his mouth all warm and tongue extra slippery. The way he breathed on her in between kisses. She used a single finger to tilt his head back so that her lips and teeth could attack his neck.

“Damn, ma, that feels so fucking good,” He spoke in a hushed tone.

Y/N had a luxury modern-day two-level pool house in LA. It reminded Erik of those homes back in the 70s. The Uber dropped them both off in front of the house, Y/N stepping out to open her door and allow her guest access. Once they were inside, they both took off their shoes at the door before Y/N grabbed Erik’s hand to lead him to her mini-bar within the living room. She was correct, it was stacked with a lot of choices. She made them both a mixture with Hennessy and apple juice, bringing the glasses over first before returning to the bar to retrieve the bottles. They drank and talked as if nothing in that car happened. Once she felt Erik had a little buzz to him, which took at least another hour, they both clumsily climbed the stairs to her playroom. Erik wasn’t aware that’s where they were going and he didn’t notice Y/N pulling out a set of keys to open the doors to her room.

She had no room to breathe with the way Erik’s large sturdy body was pressed against hers. His lips were on the back of her neck, his hands planted on either side of the door. She finally got the door opened, darkness ahead. Y/N tangled her fist tightly into Erik’s sweater, pulling him inside roughly and locking the door. She knew her way around the playroom so she led Erik over to her large bed covered in black silk, watching him fall back while she went to work undressing him. Every piece of clothing she removed, she would kiss and suck on his bare skin. She could feel tiny raised bumps against her tongue. The texture wasn’t familiar but it was pleasant. Now it was time to remove his jeans.

“Fuck, baby, let me see you.” He sounded so desperate and his voice has that husky tone that she loved.

“Patience, baby, you get what you want when you play nice.”

“Fuck playing nice I wanna see that ass now.” His tone got deeper and more dangerous.

“I said be...patient.” He was testing her.

“Girl,” he went to try and flip her onto her back but Y/N pulls the chains that hung from each side of her bed to lock his wrists into place. Erik began to lift from the bed, pushing her back a little. Y/N stood on the bed now, finding the switch in the darkness that could lock the chains in place so he wouldn’t move. She knew that room in and out.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Erik shouted, the sound of him struggling and the chains clanking filling the room. Y/N hopped off of the bed, walked over to turn on the lights. The entire room came to life before him. Black on black decor. Silver chains, and cuffs, black whips, crops, paddles, masks. Let’s not forget the leather ball gags, blindfolds, feathers, belts, and collars. Each wall in that room was covered with many different BDSM toys to play with. She had dildos in all different shapes and sizes, harnesses hanging from the ceiling and doors, spreader bars lined up ranging in different sizes, vibrators from wands to rabbits. It was like a sex toy shop for the real sex adventuress. Erik only played with some of the shit here but Y/N’s kinky ass was knee-deep in it.

After Erik had his look around, he spotted Y/N walking towards him from a walk-in closet that had so many different outfits for her to choose from. The color scheme was either black or red but mostly black. She wore a long elegant sheer black robe with feathers like she was from the 1940s, completely naked underneath with her feet covered in 5 1/2 inch black stilettos. She walked across that room like it was her personal runway. Even though Erik was pissed off that she had him chained to the bed, and good if he might add, she looked so...sexy. That mocha skin covered in black made his toes curl and his bare dick twitch painfully. He just knew that the silk beneath him was stained with his pre-cum.

The closer she got, Erik noticed a sexy sternum tattoo of a lotus flower on her chest. She was pierced too; her breasts, her belly button, her tongue from the way she snaked it over her upper lip, and Erik wouldn’t be surprised if her clit was too. She had on black lipstick, brown eyes popping out at him from the smoky eye makeup she had on since earlier. Her curly fro was still out and voluminous. Her skin glows and she was completely hairless. This woman was driving him crazy.

“My, my, Mr. Stevens-Udaku,” she stared at his naked body with her mouth hanging open, “You are blessed. Any woman who had the pleasure of taking that dick is probably crying in their sleep that you aren’t there to fuck them. That makes me a lucky woman.”

Erik watched this woman walk up to him, her hands reaching out to rub him all over. She purposely made her nails drag over his skin. Erik swallowed spit, his muscles flexing and hands gripping the chains roughly. Her eyes connected with his.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

“What about me?” Erik asked with a tilt of his head and a scowl on his face.

“you’re going to take care of me first before I let you enjoy yourself.”

“Take these fucking chains off me...now.”

“Or what?” She got closer to his face.

“Ima tear that ass up.”

“That’s what I plan to do to you, Erik,” Y/N takes her tongue to glide along Erik’s neck, “I’m so fucking excited.”

Leaving him again, Y/N walks towards the end of the bed.

“I’m going to chain your ankles, Erik. Don’t fight it,” she touches him gently, “you know deep down you want me to, you like this, Erik..,” her hands slowly ran up the length of his legs before resting on his thighs, massaging them. His eyes fluttered, head going back, arms flexing again along with the muscles in his chest and abdomen.

“You are so sexy for Mama...” she chained his ankles. He let out a shaky sigh before looking down at his feet.

“Relax, it’ll be okay.”

Erik’s eyes connected with hers.

Y/N sauntered over to her collection, searching with wide eyes for what to use on him first. She was leaking and her legs were shaking. She ached to use him. Finally, Y/N picked up a vibrating cock ring, whip, collar, ballgag, and nipple clamps. She placed all of her toys at the end of the large bed before hopping up to straddle Erik. She bounced over him playfully while holding on to the chains that locked his wrists. She allowed her robe to fall open so that Erik could admire her round full breasts, large brown areolas, hard nipples, curvy waistline, and wet pussy massaging the shaft of his dick.

“Fuck,” he lets out a throaty grunt, grinding his hips into hers. He could hear her pussy now causing Erik’s eyes to close.

“Keep still for Mama before I put a collar around your neck, baby boy.”

“Nah, that pussy feeling too good on my dick,” Erik opens his eyes into half slits, looking down to admire the way she wet him, “Damn, look at all that wet shit spilling on my dick. Your pussy is gushing, baby.”

“Who’s baby? And I thought I told you to keep still?” Y/N’s face was filled with rage. To Erik she looked so adorable. But he didn’t taste her wrath yet.

Erik smiles wickedly, “I can’t help myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N grabs the collar with a chain connected at the end, putting around Erik’s neck. He raises one brow at her, watching as Y/N pulls the chain to test it. Every time she pulled, Erik’s head would lift slightly from the bed.

“I’m your mama, and you’re my bitch tonight, okay? So you do what I say. What’s my name?”

Erik kisses his teeth.

“What’s my fucking name?”

“Whatever I call you is what your fucking name is.” He fired back. So he was going to be difficult and bratty? He didn’t like being put in this situation. Imagine how all the women felt that he slept with. Y/N picks up the vibrating cock rings, picking up Erik’s heavy erection to place one around his balls and one around the base of his shaft. Once they were in place, his long fat dick was standing straight up. Y/N noticed his chest rising and falling rapidly. His abdominal muscles were flexed hard as well.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” He looked slightly annoyed but interested at the same time.

“I’m going to punish you,” she picks up the device to control the vibrations, “If you cum, no pussy for you. I will leave you chained to this bed all night, do you understand?”

He looked from his dick to her face.

“Do you understand?”

“...yes.”

“Good boyyy.”

She started the vibrations.

Erik’s eyes popped open, his lip between his teeth. He had that bewildered expression on his face from how intense the feeling was. He could probably feel it from his head down to his toes. His head would fall back further into the pillows and his hips would shake slightly. This is probably the most pleasure he’d ever felt at once. Imagine being inside a pussy that vibrates, that's probably how he felt. Y/N opened her legs, giving him a view of her wet pussy. She takes three fingers, guiding them inside of her to stroke herself fast. Her cream spilled and her clit throbbed. She had his attention for sure. Deep grunts escaped his mouth and his hands shook those chains madly.

Y/N noticed a long stream of pre-cum ooze from his dick and down over his balls. The tip of his dick was purpling like she wanted, dick twitching and balls jumping. Fuck, it was such an erotic sight.

“Y/N...” he spoke with struggle.

“Who?” She glared at him.

“...Mama...”

“Yes?” She asked, taking her tongue to taste his pre-cum. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

“You taste so sweet, baby boy. I’d drink you for breakfast.”

“Fffffuckkkkk, my dick,” he thrust his hips into the air.

“Yes?” She tickled his balls with a black feather. Erik lost it. The moans he tried to hide were overflowing from his mouth. She longed to hear that. He was driving her insane.

“Fuck, do that for Mama again. Come on, do it again, come on baby,” she edged him.

“Ahhhhhhhmmmaaahhhh,” his hands opened and closed, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“You better not.” She increased the vibration.

“SHIT!” He squeezed his eyes shut, his toes curling into the sheets, “shit shit shit I’m about to buss a big fucking nut!!! Fuck you got me ready to cum hard!!!”

Y/N shuts it off.

The sheen of sweat on Erik’s body rolled over every muscle. He tried catching his breath, his eyes squinting at Y/N deviously.

“Really?” He was so bothered.

“I told you, you can’t cum. But You’re going to make me cum.”

Y/N takes off her robe. She climbs on top of Erik, turning her body around so she could sit her sopping wet pussy on his mouth.

“Open up, and let me take my seat, baby boy.”

She grabbed the chain to the collar, yanking it. Erik’s head lifted up, his lips connecting with her pussy. He placed a sloppy french kiss to her pussy lips.

“Mmm, yesssss, you have such soft lips, baby boy.” Her pussy throbbed against Erik’s lips each time she yanked that chain. He was working his jaws, sucking, licking, slurping, and tongue fucking her pussy. She started driving her pussy into his mouth, the wet sounds of his slippery snake-like tongue a symphony to her ears.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well...I’m gonna cum all over your fucking face.” She could not compress the way her body shuddered over him. This man was eating her alive. Her grip on that chain began to slip. She was falling prey to his nasty mouth but Y/N needed to redirect the situation. She started up the vibrations on his cock rings, Erik mumbling into her pussy now creating a new sensation.

“That fat dick of yours is ready to explode. I bet you shoot a lot of cum out that pretty dick, DONT you?” She rolled her hips over his mouth. Erik mumbles something incoherent. Y/N turns around, looking down at him with her kitty kat still in his mouth. His entire face was covered in her juices. She grabs a fist full of his dreads, using his face to give her pleasure. Y/N was wild with it and Erik was wild with his tongue. He glared at her and that angry face plus the way he ate her pussy had Y/N cumming hard. She allowed Erik to breathe, his moans and cursing coming out loud.

“Fuck, why are you torturing me? Just let a nigga cum!”

Y/N lowered the vibration, taking her lips to wrap around the tip of his dick. He weakly pumped his hips into her mouth. Y/N grabs his balls to rub down and squeeze.

“You are such a nasty bitch Mama.”

She felt his dick swell in her mouth. He was so close. The vein on the underside of his dick was filled with so much blood just like the rest of his dick. He could break the cock rings from how hard he was.

“You’re ready for cum?”

“Yesssss, pleaseeeee.”

She deprived him again.

“I SWEAR TO G-“

“Shut the fuck up,” she spoke through clenched teeth.

“You keep depriving a nigga! I’m ready to buss and you keep fucking playing with me!”

She laughed, Erik scowling at Y/N.

“You are so damn whiny, baby.”

She takes her finger to scoop up some of his pre-cum, placing that same finger on her tongue. After licking his essence off her finger, Y/N grabs the nipple clamps.

“You ready for more?” She spoke in a hushed tone. Erik gave her a defeat sigh. He had nowhere to go so of course he would hand to endure whatever she had in store for him. He rolls his eyes, squinting them at the nipple clamps.

“Does that shit hurt?”

“Says the guy with a bunch of tiny scars all over his torso.”

“I’ve only had them licked not...clamped.”

“Relax, mamas gonna take real good care of you.”

She takes the clamps, opening them and applying them to Eriks nipples. His eyebrows shot up into his wild dreads. She tugged lightly on the chains. Erik blinked rapidly before his chest began to rise from the bed a little.

“Ooooo, you like that, don’t you? And I thought I was the kinky one.” She tugged again.

“Tell me how much you like it and I’ll ride your dick.”

“But I still can’t cum?”

“Not unless I tell you to.”

“That’s bullshit,” Y/N pulled the chain to the clamps harder, causing Erik to hiss.

“You like pain...” she pulled and pulled, Erik’s mouth dropping open. She could feel his dick smacking her ass.

“Mmmm, I feel that dick hitting me. You tryna tell me something, baby boy?”

“I need some pussy,” He looked her dead in the eyes, “I need some pussy and I want to cum all over you for fucking with me like this.”

She smiles, “what else do you want to do?” She pulled again.

“I-shit-I wanna make you choke on my dick. You deserve that shit.”

“Fuck, I bet you’ll have him crying, wouldn’t you?”

“I’ll have you crying and gagging, mama,” Erik said with spite.

“Is that so? Too bad you won’t get the chance to fuck my mouth tonight.”

She pulled in a continuous motion, Erik’s grunts growing louder and louder.

“So...tell me...do you like it...no, better yet...do you love it?

“Hmm,” he grunts, “I love it.”

“How much?” She reaches behind him to stroke his balls with the tip of her nails.

“So...much.”

“Good boy,” she smiled with her black-painted lips, “If you love this you’ll definitely love my pussy sliding down that thick pole of yours.”

“Yesss.”

“Wet it allll up. I’m so wet for you...you made mama so proud tonight.”

“Yessss.”

“I wish you could touch me with those thick fingers...but I need complete control tonight.”

“Fuck, my fingers would be all in that pussy.”

Y/N gave Erik a sloppy kiss before straddling him again. She removed the cock rings, grabbing his dick at the base. She rubbed the tip of his dick along her sloppy wet folds before guiding him inside of her slowly. With each inch that sank inside of her, she would tighten her walls around him. The kegel exercises came in handy. Erik was biting his lip rather painfully. Finally all the way in, she flexed her walls around him causing Erik to moan out harshly. She grabbed the chain to his choker pulling it to lift his head so he could admire her.

“Look what you’re making me do,” she lifted to a squat to show him all the cream on his dick, “I am so...fucking...wet...I want to cry, it’s that good, baby.”

She started grinding on him, using the strength of her legs to hold her weight up. Erik was no more good. His arms would move up and down. He was really trying his best break free of those chains to grab her and probably fuck the shit out of her himself. She believed he’d have her cumming in seconds. Her ass clapped on him and her pussy made all the nasty sounds that he loved.

“Let me out of these fucking chains...shit, fuck, just let me out, mama, please.”

This is what she wanted. She wanted him to beg her.

“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” Y/N pulled on his collar each time he hit her g spot.

“You’re just using my fucking dick!!”

“Yes!!!” She moaned out.

“I swear to God I wanna beat your pussy down, mama.”

Just let him fuck the shit out of you

She wanted a taste and she successfully made him submit to her. He was moaning, groaning, begging, and sweating from working his muscles so much.

“God, just the thought of you fucking me has me cumming!” She shook over him, her pussy clamping his dick harder.

Fuck it, just let him have his fun.

She grabbed the key from the edge of the bed, reaching over his body to undo the chains. As soon as she unhooked the last one Erik had his hand around her neck. She took in a sharp breath before grabbing hold of the chain of his collar.

“You’re not playing fair,” she spoke with a light tone since he had her neck.

“Sorry, Mama, if I’m fucking that pussy I’m in charge.”

She made the biggest mistake yet. Erik was gonna show her why those girls she joked about earlier cried themselves to sleep when he wasn’t there to fuck them.

“No...you’re not...” she pushed him back down, before lifting her wet pussy off his dick. Erik let out a frustrated breath.

“I want you to fuck me with my ass in the air.” She got into position, Erik lifting his sweaty body to kneel behind her.

“You look sexy with a collar around your neck,” she said looking back at him over his shoulder.

“You love it, mama?” He was enjoying himself rubbing her ass and slapping it. His ankles were still chained to the bed so he had limited movement.

“Yes, I fucking love it,” she spread her ass cheeks to give him a better look, “you see what you did to me, baby boy? I want you to lick up the mess you created.”

Erik’s tongue attacked her wet puss. He sucked on her inner folds while jiggling her ass. She could cum right now. Y/N was happy she let those chains loose.

“FUCKK,” she started popping her pussy on his tongue, “You deserve to cum! Fuck, I want you to put that dick in me right now!”

Erik licked around his lips, lifting behind her to guide his dick back inside. He was balls deep in her pussy. She started clenching him, again and again, causing Erik to stroke her harder. He was deprived of cumming all night. This was going to be a huge load busting all over her. He was mesmerized by the way she threw it back on him. She was still fucking him even though he tried to fuck her.

“Slow down, mama, let me fuck this good pussy!”

She let him have his fun and the minute she did she was a moaning mess. Her body obeyed his every command. This was the best sex she’d ever had in a long time.

“Baby, you’re stretching me open with that thick dick!!! That’s it, keep fucking, mama! Give it to mama!”

“YES.” He growls.

That hungry sound he made. She was fucking a man who had increased stamina and strokes so powerful she felt it in her chest.

“OhmyGod. I’m cumming for you!” She let out a sharp moan. Erik was covered in her juices. 

“Fuck, I’m about to nut,” Erik grabs her hips with force, “Is mama’s baby boy fucking that pussy like she wants?! Am I being a good boy with this big dick in mamas tight wet pussy?! Can I cum inside you, mama? I wanna buss all in this good pussy!”

“YES!!!” She shouts.

“Ahhhhh, damn!” He went deeper inside of her, shooting his load out and coating her walls. She spasmed beneath him when Erik pulled his dick out. He watched her cum mixed with his ooze out of her entrance and to the bed. Erik’s dick was still cumming. Y/N turned around, using her mouth to clean him off. His cum spilled on her tongue each time she sucked.

“Good Boyyy.” She praised him with cum on her lips, “You deserved to cum like this for me.”

Erik was spent. She used the fuck out of him tonight. 

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The One with the Gingerbread Man

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean

Length: 1,881 words

Summary: A strange case comes up. Sam and Dean go out to get information leaving you to research at a library. When they return to the motel you are missing and the only clue left behind is a pile of gingerbread crumbs.

Warnings: Language (I have lost my filter in my writing because of life, sorry).

A/N: This is my entry for Chelsea’s 200 Follower Challenge, Chelsea’s Very Supernatural Halloween. My quote was  “Eat me. Oh no. wait, wait, wait you actually might” and my monster was the gingerbread man.

*Not my gif*

You have been hunting with Sam and Dean for two years now. They had saved you from some demons and you have been with them ever since. Now two years later you were a month out from your 18th birthday. The three of you were now on a strange hunt. Someone was kidnapping minors and the only clue that seems to be left is a little trail of crumbs leading out the door. Dean seems to think that the crumbs are gingerbread, and let’s be real Dean would be able to tell that.

 Dean and Sam had left you at the library to do research while they went to the police station to ask questions. Out of the three you were the best researcher. Even Sam was impressed with how much more efficient you were at it than him. This one however was stumping you, so you shot a text to the guys telling them you were heading back to the motel and that they should meet you there.

 You sighed as you opened the door to your room and were about to shut the door behind you when you felt something grab you from behind and the world went back.

 **Dean’s POV**

The police station was a bust. As I walked up to baby I reached in my pocket pulling out my phone and saw a text from Y/N. She was heading back to the motel. “Hey Sammy, let’s stop at the diner on the way back and pick up some food. Y/N is already headed back.” Sam agreed and we both got in the car.

 Pulling up to the motel I had a bad feeling about something. “Dean,” Sam said hitting me on the arm, “the door to the room is wide open. Something isn’t right.”

 We both got out of the car with our guns drawn. The room was clear and Y/N was nowhere to be found. I turned around to shut the door when something on the floor caught my eye. “Son of a bitch!” It was gingerbread crumbs.

 **Y/N’s point of view**

 You came to and found yourself in what seemed to be a jail cell with a giant gingerbread man cookie leaning up against the wall. “Well this is weird,” you mutter to yourself as you start to look around for a way out. Whoever had grabbed you found the gun tucked in the waist band of your jeans, but you could feel the knife you alwasy kept tucked in your boot.

 All of a sudden the giant cookie moved causing you to scream, “what the fuck?!”

 “Watch your language young lady! A girl your age should not be speaking like that. Now you sit quietly and I will go get you something to eat,” the cookie said.

 “Again, what the hell,” you mumble to yourself as you watch the cookie walk away. Patting your pockets you realize that they took your phone. Hopefully they were dumb enough to leave it turned on because Sam could track your GPS to find you.

 The cookie returned a few minutes later with a tray of food for you. He opened a little slot in the door and shoved the tray at you. “I would eat if I were you. She wants to keep you well fed.”

 “She,” you question.

 “Yes, she. The one who spotted you and told me to bring you here,” the cookie retorted.

 “What does she want with me?”

 “We can spot a hunter a mile away my child. Those men you were with hunt things like her, so she decided we needed to get our hands on you to get those two hunters so she can finish them off. Plus you will be a tastey treat in the end little one.”

 “What is she, a witch? Is this like Hanzel and Grettle? Why are you a living giant gingerbread man? Wait, why do you keep calling me little one, how old do you think I am? I am not a child!” You started to panic thinking about the crap the Winchesters and you were about to go through.

 “So many questions my child. I don’t feel like answering you. I will be back later to chck on you. Eat up!” With that the gingerbread man left.

 **Dean’s POV**

“Ummmmm Dean,” Sam said hitting my shoulder, “is that a giant gingerbread man walking out of that house?”

 I look up to see what he is talking about. “Yep, looks like it! Does this remind you of that suicidal teddybear a few years ago?”

 “Sort of, yes. Do you think that is the house Y/N is in then? Her phone GPS brought us to this area, but I wasn’t sure what house it was in,” Sam responds.

 “What someone wanted a life-sized gingerbread cookie that was alive? What the hell are kids into these days? So we are dealing with a cursed coin again?”

 “I don’t know, I don’t feel like we are coming into a cursed object, something is off about this house. I think we should go check it out.” With that we both got out of Baby and headed silently around the house.

 **Your POV**

The door creaked open and you could hear the click clack of heels coming down the stairs. An older lady comes walking over to you smiling and licking her lips. “Ah yes, you will be a fine morsel my pretty little one.”

 “Seriously lady, how old do you think I am? You and that cookie keep calling me little girl. I’m alomost 18 for Chuck’s sake!” You can’t help but let your emotions boil over at this point.

 “You are 17? My dear you look so much younger. Ah well, I’m sure I have the supplies to de-age you a bit. Ginger told me you are a fiesty one, I like that in little girls, it makes them so much tastier,” the witch laughed. She snapped her fingers and chains appeared around your wrists and ankels. “We wouldn’t want you running away while I take you upstairs to prepare dinner now would we?”

 The witch dragged you upstairs and secured you to a chair while she got busy preparing things to cook. I like my meat to cook right alongside the veggitables my dear. You will make a nice stew. Once I get all of these vegetables cut up I will get working on your deaging to get you nice and tender.

 “Oh please, you think I won’t be able to stop you? You already know the two guys you saw me with are hunters. Did you ever stop to think I am also a hunter,” you enquire.

 The witch turns around grabbing your mouth. “You are very fiesty, however, that mouth will be the death of you. I think it is time to shut you up now.”  She reaches behind her for something on the counter.

 “Ohh kinky, this is getting fu” you are unable to finish your snarky comment as she shoves an apple in your mouth gagging you from speaking.

 “Ahhh much better,” the witch smiled and patted your cheek before turning back around to cut more vegetables. Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement throught the window. Your eyes dart over in order to not draw attention and you spot Dean peering in. You widen your eyes at him jerking your head towards the women with her back to you.

 “Witch?” Dean mouths at you and you respond with a head nod. Dean rolls his eyes and drops his head. You are pretty sure your read his lips saying, “I hate witches” before he ducks out of site.

 A moment later you see Sam appear at the window mouthing what looks to be “duck at you.” You can’t help but look at him in disdain  making hard eye contact with him before you look down at the chair. Sam follows your gaze and he must realize he is trying to tell you to do something you can’t physically do at the moment. He holds up a finger telling you to wait a moment, as if you could do anything else.

 All of a suddent the front door of the house slams open with a bang. The witch looks at you and then yells out, “Ginger, why the hell are you making such noise. You are supposed to not draw attention to yourself you over-sized cookie!” At the same time Dean appears in the doorway.

 “Oh sweetheart I am not a ginger,” he gives you a cocky smile before the witch lunges for him knocking your chair over in the proccess. A shot rings out and you look around franticly trying to figure out where it came from. The witch drops to the floor next to you dead. A moment later Dean is next to you untying you and pulling the apple from your mouth. “You really are a fiesty mofo sweetheart.”

 You can help but chuckle at Dean’s remark before your eyes are drawn to the large figure standing behind Dean. “Ummmm Dean, we have a problem.”

 “What the hell did you do,” the gingerbread man yelled.

 “Wait, how are you still a living cookie? The witch is gone, her magic should be gone too,” Dean questions.

 “She is not the one who created me you jerk, she just forced me to do her bidding. Now what am I supposed to do.” You could see the anger in his eyes.

 “What am I supposed to do,” Dean mocked. “You are a giant cookie for crying out loud!”

 “ Oh eat me. Oh no. wait, wait, wait you actually might.” Dean smirked at the cookie’s comment.

“You would be right there Ginger.” At that moment you and Dean were covered in a white, sticky substance and you heard a thud near you. After a second to compose yourself you wiped the whitness from your eyes to see Sam standing behind where the cookie was standing moments earlier holding a machette.

 “Well that worked. I wasn’t sure if it would or not,” Sam said smiling.

 “What on earth am I covered in,” you ask looking between yourself and Dean. Licking your lips you laugh, “wait was his blood frosting? Dean we are covered in frosting. This day keeps getting weirder and weirder.” Sam and Dean both laugh at you.

 “Well, how should we get rid of the bodies,” Sam questions.

 “I’m cool with eating the cookie,” Dean responds clapping his hands together.

 “We are not eating that thing. Dean, he was as big as you! No, I say we burn both of them in that oven she was going to throw me in,” you nod your head towards the metal door near Sam.

 After burning the bodies you and the boys head out towards the impala. “Well, now you can add kidnaped by a cookie to your list Y/N,” Dean jokes.

 “Shut your pie hole Dean. It’s been a rough day. I’m sticky all over and I just want to take a hot shower.”

 “I’m the driver. Shotgun shuts his pie hole, not me. Let’s get you home sweetheart.” Dean gives you a smile in the rearview mirror as he starts up baby and the three of you drive off towards home.

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OMG JIMIN GOT THE SUBTITLES FIXED ON WEVERSE LIVES!!!!!!

Going to watch Joon, Hobi and Yoongi’s lives now. 

That’s all. Carry on.