#need big vampire mommy to pound into me with her cock !!

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Me thinks.... (lady d has a dick btw)

Lady Dimitrescu allows you to spend the night, however she isn't pleased that you walked straight into her home unannounced and unwelcome. She brought up the idea of having you in her bed, seeing as you need something, she's in need of something, too.

It was a challenge, really. She wouldn't force it upon you, but wanted to see if she could push your buttons. See you squirm. What she would've been satisfied with is you retrieving things for her.

But there's no doubt you were attracted to her, and quite embarrassingly, said yes to her offer of bedding you.

She was pleasantly surprised, and was kind enough to draw you a hot bath. After all, you spent some days lost in the forest.

In her room, you never expected to experience such pleasure. She's a huge woman, and her tongue stretches your pussy out. She only uses one hand to keep your legs back. She's sucking on your puffy cunt, relishing in your squeals. She especially loves how easily your pussy squirts, and can't help but torture your pussy with her tongue to keep this happening.

She won't fuck you just yet. She wants you to work for it. Beg for it. So you're pathetically humping her thigh, whining, wanting her to pound you into the mattress.

Her cock is throbbing. 12 inches and girthy. She sits back with a cool smile on her face as she watches you hump her thigh like a bitch in heat, your juices coating her flesh. She won't allow you to seat yourself on her cock but she allows you to rub your breasts against it, licking at it, whilst pleading for her to fuck you.

To the point of tears and frustration does she give in to your needs, pressing you down in a mating press and fucking you into oblivion. It's a long night with her, as her needs were insatiable. You're held in her arms as she fucks up into you. Bent over the bed. Ass up face down. Eventually you're sitting on her face, crying out as she sucks the cum out of your swollen pussy.

Aftercare is a must. She isn't a monster (she's a monster but not a cruel monster). She massages your hips and back, kissing your neck, praising you for how well you took her. She cleans up from cum and sweat. She doesn't allow you to lift a finger, as she's more than happy to do everything herself.

You awake in the morning to breakfast, which you didn't expect, but was grateful for it.

Just some thoughts hnfff...Idk I like to think of her with a dick. Obviously I'll write her with a pussy because scissoring is a must. Plus I would like to eat her out😋

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Makayla Part One

Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 2767

Summary: Five years after abandoning your former hunting partners, you turn up at the bunker pleading for the Winchester’s help. Old wounds open for Sam and Dean goes into protective brother mode. Everything changes when you tell them why you’re there. 

Notes: I imagine this taking place in season 12. 1) because I think Sam is extremely attractive in this season and 2) I wanted to involve Mary. As always, reviews mean the world so don’t be shy! This is going to be another mini series, probably having three or four parts, so be sure to keep me updated on what you think. 

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural​ . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

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The violent rattling of the door was starting to scare her. She was crying, but you didn’t have time to comfort her. You grabbed her duffel bag, swept her up in your arms, and you ran like hell. You got to the car and rapidly buckled her into her car seat before feeling a hand yank you backwards. 

“Mommy!” Makayla cried. The vampire bared his fangs at you and you landed a punch his his nose, stunning him long enough for you to grab the machete from the front seat. 

“Kayla, baby, close your eyes.” You instructed before you lobbed off the vamp’s head with one clean swing. Blood splattered your clothes and the body landed with a thump. Your daughter’s tear filled green-blue eyes opened again and you quickly stood in between her and the gory mess. “Everything is going to be okay.” 

You jumped in the driver seat and practically floored it, ignoring the crunch and bump as you drove over the dead vampire. You drove for about an hour and pulled off into a motel parking lot. Makayla was still crying so you climbed back into the back seat and pulled her into your lap. It was quiet for a moment as her tears slowly stopped. 

“Mommy?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Can you tell me about him again? So I won’t be scared?” You brushed her brown hair back and kissed her forehead. God, she looked just like him.

“Kayla, you must have heard the story a thousand times.” Her innocent look morphed with enough sass to convince anyone. Now that, you were sure she got from her uncle. 

“I want to hear it again.” Adding a pout for good measure, she cuddled up closer to you. “Please?” You chuckled and let out a sigh of defeat. 

“Alright, alright.” Truth is, sometimes it just hurt too much to remember. But Makayla always wanted to hear more and more about her dad. “You’re dad and I had been friends for a long time. We traveled together, along with your uncle, for years and years, killing bad monsters and saving good people.”

“Dad was good at killing monsters, right mom?” A proud smile spread across her face. 

“The best.” You held her tighter, remembering how he used to smile at you when you’d defeat some evil spirit or demon. How you missed that smile.  “After a few years of traveling together, your dad and I fell in love. He protected me and I protected him. We were happy.” This was the part of the story you could never get through. “But one day, I had to go away.”

“Why?” Every time she asked you this and every time you just gave her the same answer. 

“I’ll explain one day. When you’re older.” You ran your fingers through her hair, looking at the stars through the sunroof. “But after I left, I had you.”

“And now we have each other’s backs.” Kayla beamed. You smiled. 

“That’s right.” 

“Mom, what was he like?” No matter how many times she’d heard it, she always wanted to hear more.

“Your dad was the kindest, bravest, and most caring person I’ve ever met. He was sweet and strong and he gave the absolute best hugs in the whole wide world. He had green-blue eyes that lit up when he smiled-”

“Just like me!”

“Just like you.” You pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Your dad showed me what love is. And when I had to go, somebody up there,” You pointed to the stars, “wanted to make sure I could pass that love onto someone else. So they gave me you.” You were both silent for a while, Kayla drinking in your words and you trying to keep your emotions in check. 

“Tell me something new, mom. Please?” She had heard all of this before, but she never could get enough. In her mind, her dad was a superhero. You thought for a moment. 

“Well, your dad had the best laugh. Even after an exhausting day of fighting bad, bad monsters, he could light up the room. His big brother meant the world to him. And me. We were a real family. He was from Kansas. And his name…” You took a deep breath. “Was Sam.” 

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Five Years Ago

“Sam look out!” You shouted. He ducked and you shot the shape-shifting bitch in the heart. You watched as the false-Jessica crumpled to the ground. This particular freak had a vendetta against Sam for taking down one of its shape shifting buddies. To get revenge, it took the form of Sam’s dead girlfriend, Jessica. Even after seven years, the memory of her still hurt him more than you could ever know. 

For a while, you both just stood there. Sam was frozen, staring down at the shapeshifter’s body, the loss of what could have been lingering sadly in his eyes. You wanted to reach out to him. To hold him and comfort him so that the memories didn’t become nightmares tonight, even though you knew they would. But you knew that you weren’t what he needed. 

“It wasn’t her.” You said, trying not to look at her. Shape shifter or not, she was beautiful. She had been everything he ever wanted. She was normal. And you knew that he would always love her. 

“I know.” He sighed, finally tearing his eyes away from the body. He walked around it and pulled you into a hug without another word. Just holding you reminded him that he was okay. That even after everything he’d lost, he still had you. 

“Hello!” A voice shouted from the basement. “Could you cut the Nicholas Sparks crap and get me out of here!” You and Sam looked at each other. 

“Dean.” In the heat of the fight, you had honestly forgotten that he was caged up in the basement. 

After freeing Dean, you disposed of the body and headed back to the motel for a much needed shower. Sam let you have dibs, despite Dean’s protests. The boys opted to go grab some take out for dinner, telling you they’d be back soon. 

“You okay?” Dean asked, letting Sam drive since his head was still pounding from getting knocked out. Sam took a deep breath. 

“I will be.” He had you now. 

“Y/N kicked ass today.” Dean noted, giving his brother a look. 

“Yeah.” Sam chuckled. “Yeah she did.” Dean shook his head. 

“Uh oh.” 

“What?”

“That is a dangerous look, Sammy.” Dean turned on the radio and Sam quickly switched it off. 

“What look?” 

“You know what look.” When Sam still didn’t understand, Dean sighed. “You love her.” Sam shifted in his seat. 

“Dean, Y/N and I have been together for almost two years now. Maybe...” Sam kept his eyes on the road, but his mind was only thinking about you. “Maybe I do love her. What’s it to you?” Dean laughed. 

“Just buckle up, Sammy.” Deep down, Dean was afraid for his little brother. Y/N was a survivor. And he knew that she would do anything to keep herself from getting hurt, even if it meant hurting Sam in the process. 

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Present Day

You wouldn’t have come if you had any other choice. You were so far in over your head that you had nearly gotten Makayla hurt and that couldn’t happen again. You needed the help of the best hunters that you knew. So there you stood, outside a worn down looking building in Lebanon, Kansas. Knocking didn’t work and you knew that you weren’t getting through that massive metal door, so your only option was to wait. Luckily, you had a family friend in Hastings who had chopped a few vampire heads in their hunting glory days watching over Kayla. 

You froze at the sound of a gun cocking. 

“Who are you?” It was a woman’s voice. Maybe you had the wrong hideout. 

“I’m looking for the Winchesters.” Still facing the door, you felt the rifle press against the back of your head. 

“Who. Are. You?” She asked again. 

“I’m an old friend.” 

“What do you want with Sam and Dean?” She pressed the rifle a little harder into your skull. 

“Who are you?” You challenged. “How do you know Sam and Dean?” You moved to turn around, but you were knocked out cold as she slammed the butt of the rifle into the back of your head. 

When you woke up, you were tied to a chair in what looked like a kitchen. 

“What the hell…” You groaned, your head aching. A woman was standing in front of you- presumably the one that gave you the concussion. 

“I got you in passed the wardings, so I’m assuming you’re human or some kind of creature.” 

“I’m a hunter.” 

“Even if that is true, what do you want with the Winchesters?”

“I need their help taking care of a nest of vampires.” The more you looked at her, the more familiar her face looked. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” She just narrowed her eyes. 

“Sam and Dean will be back any minute so they can figure this out.” She sighed and walked out of the kitchen. 

“Are you just going to leave me here?” You shouted in annoyance. You didn’t have time for this. You didn’t like being away from Makayla. She had grown up as one tough little girl, but you knew she got scared when you were gone for too long. Thinking of your daughter, you felt a sense of dread wash over you. You were going to have to tell him. But how could you? How do you tell Sam Winchester that he’s had a daughter for the past four years? 

The loud clanging sound of the bunker door opening pulled you out of your planning. You heard Dean’s voice echo down the hall. 

“Mom! We’re back!” Wait… Mom? “Well, I’m back, Sam went to get more coffee, but I think he’s secretly buying conditioner.” 

“Dean, we have a small problem.” You heard your captor tell him before her voice dropped to a whisper. 

“You tied up a girl in our kitchen!” Dean exclaimed and she told him to keep his voice down. He appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. He froze when he saw you, his face changing from worried to pissed. 

“Hey Dean.” You greeted, giving him an awkward smile. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He growled. 

“Can we talk after you untie me?”

“I don’t think I want to.” 

“Dean!” With an aggravated huff, he moved behind you to undo your constraints. “That woman is your mother?”

“It’s a long story that I really don’t feel like explaining to you.” You wiggled your wrists free and stood up, swaying slightly from the dizziness. Dean crossed his arms. “You need to leave.”

“I need your help.” 

“I don’t care.” The last time he was this mad at you was the last time you saw him. You would never forget the look of disgust on his face before he got in the impala and drove away. “You can’t be here when Sam gets back.” 

“Dean, you know I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice.” You pleaded. You didn’t blame him for hating you. You broke his number one rule. You hurt his little brother. Before he could respond, you both heard the bunker door again. 

“Dean, why is there another car outside-” Sam started to ask, his words catching in his throat when he walked into the kitchen. “Y/N.” He gasped, his eyes going soft. 

“She was just leaving.” Dean gave you a hard stare. 

“Sam I-”

“What are you doing here?” Sam stood up straighter, pushing his emotions aside, his eyes turning hard like his brother’s. 

“I know that I have no right to be here.” 

“No. You don’t.” His jaw clenched as he resisted the urge to throw his arms around you. Five years since ditching him at a motel in Missouri, why show up now?

“But I need you.” You tried to keep calm, but so many thoughts were bombarding your already pounding head. “I need your help with a hunt.” 

“Why the hell would we help you?” Dean scoffed, getting angrier and angrier by the second. Sam just looked hurt. 

“This is just about a hunt?” He shook his head. He was stupid to think you would come for anything else. 

“Look, I wouldn’t have tracked you two down if I thought I could find anyone else. But everyone knows the Winchesters are the best hunters around.” You had to drop your pride and just say it. “I’m in over my head here, Sam.”

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but that sounds like a you problem. Not an us problem.” Dean motioned for you to leave, but you stood your ground. 

“Sam, please.” You were almost tempted to get on your knees and beg, but your phone started to ring. “Damn it.” You muttered, answering to a worried sounding Naomi. 

“You better get back here, Y/N.” She whispered into the receiver. You could hear Makayla singing along to the radio. 

“Are you driving?” 

“There was a group of men I don’t know at my house so I’m taking Kayla to a motel run by a friend of mine. You better hurry up with those hunting pals and come and get her. She’ll be safer with three of you than just me.” 

“They’re going to need a little more convincing, Naomi.” You hissed, feeling Sam and Dean’s eyes burning into you. She sighed. 

“Well one of them’s her daddy, isn’t he?” 

“Naomi-”

“You’ll have to tell him one way or another. Just get them up here.” She hung up without giving you a chance to argue. You turned back to the brothers. 

“I need you to come to Hastings.” 

“Like hell-” Dean started but Sam interrupted him. 

“Why?” The way he looked at you made you feel like something heavy was weighing on your chest. You couldn’t breathe, let alone tell him about Makayla. 

“I… I can’t tell you.” Before Dean could explode on you, you continued. “I have to show you.” 

“No, no way. I am not driving an hour just to-”

“Okay.” Sam agreed, earning a very irritated glare from his brother. Dean’s eyes darted between the two of you. He ran his hand down his face. 

“Fine. Fine! But I am driving.” 

-

You rode in silence. You offered to take your own car, but Dean insisted on you riding with them. He probably thought you would just cut and run again. So you were forced to endure an hour of agonizing, angry silence. They had told their mother- yeah, their dead mother who was now kicking your ass- that they would be back soon, so it was just the three of you. Dean wouldn’t even turn on the radio. Sam couldn’t look at you. 

You shouldn’t have come. You should have found another hunter- anyone else. The little voice in your head suggested maybe this was just an excuse. A reason to see him again. You had to remind yourself that you were here for Makayla. You would do anything if it meant keeping her safe. But how were you going to tell him?

You arrived at the motel before you could really think of a plan. Naomi said she was in room 6 and she met you outside, thankfully. 

“Is she okay?” You asked quietly. Naomi nodded, eyeing the two men getting out of the car behind you. 

“She’s inside now watching old Scooby-Doo reruns.” She pulled you aside. “So what did he say?” 

“I haven’t told him.” You gulped. Her eyes widened. 

“Well, honey, you better think of something fast.” She motioned to Dean and Sam, who were now walking towards the door. 

“So what is it? What do you have to show us?” Dean huffed. Sam just watched you with curious eyes. 

“Okay, there’s something I need to talk to you about before I open this door.” You took a deep breath, trying to come up with a plan. 

“Mommy!” And there goes the plan. Makayla ran out of the door and latched to your leg. Sam and Dean froze. You bit your lip, putting a hand on her head. 

“Guys, this is Makayla.” You picked her up. Dean’s confusion started to morph into understanding as he looked at her dark hair and bright eyes. You couldn’t read Sam’s face. “Makayla, this is Dean. And this...” You felt terrified tears spring to your eyes. “Is Sam.”

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Continue to Part Two

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[superteenwolftrash]

Prison/Part2/Bellamy Blake Smut

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My dudes. I’m hella infatuated with Bellamy Blake. But I’m terrible at second parts, I apologize If this Is trash.

It’s been a few weeks since we’ve taken in the people from the ark. Things have been rough to say the least, so far everyone has Ever since Bellamy has been here he’s been trying to get on my good side. “I need people who I trust, and you’re definitely not on that list.” I said riffling through looking for whatever catches my eye. “Y/N I can prot-” he started and I quickly turned around to face him. “Protect me? Is that what you were going to say?” I spat at him. His lips went into a straight line, he knew he chose the wrong word. “Listen I can help.” He added and I scoffed, “You can help by staying here. I don’t want you to come and that’s an order! Now leave me.” I said angrily. “Whatever.” He muttered and he left, I let out a sigh when I knew he was gone. “Y/N!” Clarke said frantically as she ran in, “What?” I asked, “Bellamy he’s beating up Murphy!” She said out of breath and I grabbed a gun and I quickly pushed my way past her. Murphy was laying on his back and Bellamy was holding him up by the front of his shirt and punching him over and over again. Everyone was around them cheering, well all of the sky people anyway. All of my men kept on working, like they were ordered. I fired a warning shot into the air, Bellamy looked over at me and dropped Murphy. “What the hell is going on?” I asked walking towards them. Everyone stayed quiet, Murphy leaned over and spit blood. “Anyone?” I asked, “Well if nobody wants to talk then.” I said and I pointed my gun between a random girls eyes. “What happened?” I asked her and she trembled. “Murphy said that the little boy was his and that Bellamy should keep his bitches close.” She said and I scoffed and lowered the gun. I bent down to Murphy, “As if I would sleep with you. Oh and I’m not anyone’s bitch, but you are.” I said giving him a punch to the jaw which knocked him on his back. “Back to work! Bellamy follow me. Now!” I ordered and I walked away, “What the hell was that?” I asked as I slapped his arm. He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw was clenched and his lips were pursed. Oh how I just wanted to kiss him, “That’s not all he said.” Bellamy muttered. “And what did he say?” I asked curiously, “He said that he gave you what I never could, a real fuck.” Bellamy said with a chuckle of disgust. “Murphy’s a pig, but I can’t have you going around beating up everyone who says something vulgar. You’d never sleep.” I said looking at his bloody knuckles. “Why the hell do you care anyway?” I asked and his face was blank. “Bell-” I started but I was cut off by his lips on mine. For a split second I let myself kiss him back, I melted into his touch. But I quickly brought myself back to reality, and I pull away. I opened my mouth to tell him off but he started talking, “I love you, I always did. I was scared and I fucked up big time and I’ll never be able to forgive myself. I don’t expect you to forgive me either, but if you feel anything for me anything at all please tell me.” He pleaded and every word that came out of his lips felt like someone punching me over and over again. “Bellamy, you clearly don’t understand what happens down here. You can’t feel anything, if you do it gets you killed.” I explained to him, “You didn’t answer me.” He said sternly. “I hate you, I hate you so much.” I said to him, tears forming in my eyes. “No you don’t.” He said and I knew he was right. “Well I should.” I said “I love you.” I whispered as I closed my eyes, a few tears slipping down my cheeks. “Mommy!” I heard and I saw Rowan running towards me, “Hey Baby.” I said picking him up in my arms, “Why you crying?” He asked and I wiped my face, “I just missed you, that’s all.” I said looking over at Bellamy. It was then I made a decision, “Rowan can you say ‘Hi’ to Bellamy for me?” I asked turning so Rowan could see Bellamy. Bellamy looked at me, obviously surprised. “Hi!” Rowan said waving to Bellamy. Bellamy’s eyes lit up and I could really see the resemblance between the two. “Hey little man.” Bellamy said with a big smile on his face. “Who is he?” Rowan asked me, I froze for a minute what was I to say? I’m not even sure if I trust Bellamy. “Hey you wanna go play with Clarke?” I asked and he nodded I set him down and I watched him run to Clarke. “What happened to your rule?” Bellamy asked, “If something happens to me I don’t want him to be alone.” I said truthfully, there were lots of people who wanted my head on a stick.

-Time Skip- Since then Bellamy and I’s relationship is basically back to normal. Rowan and Bellamy have grown extremely close. Of course Rowan was hesitant at first and so was it. But I made the decision to tell him who Bellamy was, I thought sooner rather than later was better. I’ve noticed that since I’ve been spending more time with Bellamy some of the Sky people were acting up, Murphy to be specific. “Bellamy come on I’m leaving in less than an hour.” I said as his lips left marks across my neck. “You think I need a hour?” He said with a chuckle, “You’ve clearly forgotten what I can do, Princess.” He rasped, that was the firs time he used that name since he’s been here. It brought back all the memories of each time he used it, I felt a heat rush to my core. “I have things to do.” I said as he sucked on my collar bone. His hand traveled down my body, between my legs. You could feel the heat radiating off of my body, “Tell me to stop and I will.” He said and I let out a sigh, “It has to be quick.” I said reluctantly. “Don’t worry, in minutes you won’t remember your name, only mine.” He said with a smirk. “I’m hearing a lot of talk.” I said as he practically growled as he pushed me against the hard rock wall of cave we were currently in. “Strip.” He whispered in my ear, now since I’ve been on the ground I wasn’t one to take orders but I wanted nothing more than to take my clothes off. I quickly stripped of my armor and my clothes, I looked up at Bellamy who’s eyes were dark. I could see his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he eyed me up and down. I felt so exposed and I loved it, “You gonna just stand there?” I asked and he scoffed, “Just taking in the view.” He said grabbing the hem of his shirt and he pulled it over his head. Exposing his toned sun kissed skin, I wanted to put my mouth over every inch of it but there was no time for that. I leaned against the wall, taking in every inch of him. His eyes wouldn’t leave mine as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. A small sigh escaped my lips when I saw the prominent bulge in his boxers, my mouth watered at the sight. It’s been so long, Bellamy stepped towards me and grabbed my jaw with his left hand and smashed his lips against mine. Bellamy’s right hand grabbed my butt as squeezed it, a yelp leaving my lips. I felt Bellamy’s clothed cock pressing against my bare center. “God Bellamy. Hurry up!” I groaned feeling myself becoming more impatient. “Let’s see how needy my princess is.” He said as he dropped his hand from my jaw and trailed it down my stomach, leaving goosebumps in its trail. I felt his finger go between my folds, causing me to buck my hips. “I’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping.” He said cockily. “I remember I was promised to forget my own name.” I remind him, “Ah right.” He says with a smirk. He pulled his boxers down and out sprung his cock. It looked painful, the tip was swollen and red, already dripping pre-cum. “Turn around.” He ordered and I immediately did. At this point I’d do anything, I felt the rock brush against my stomach and my chest but I didn’t care. I felt Bellamy’s hands trail down my back to firmly grip my hips, his lips moved to my shoulder. Without warning he thrusted in, “Ohmygod!” I moaned out immediately. I felt Bellamy smirk against my skin, “Fuck. You’re so tight, Princess. It’s been a while since you’ve had a cock like mine in the pretty little pussy hasn’t it?” He growled in my ear, I whimpered at his words. “Only yours.” I said and he stopped for a second, probably surprised that I hadn’t fucked one of these guys down here. Don’t get me wrong I’ve thought about it, but I was in love with Bellamy. “Really?” He asked, “Yes Bellamy! Now if you don’t mind you’re kinda busy.” I said bucking my hips back to remind him. His grip on my hips tightened, as if I would fly away. He was keeping me grounded as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Bellamy! Fuck! I’m-” I started but I was cut off by my own moan, “Bellamy!” I cried out as I came. Bellamy bit down on my shoulder, causing me to gasp out. He came seconds later, every time we were together he always made sure that I came first. He pulled out and we both started getting dressed, “I haven’t been with anyone else.” He said as I pulled my shirt on. I couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on my face when he said that. “I have to go.” I said as he pressed a hard kiss to my forehead. “Where?” He asked looking at me, “Don’t worry about it, nothing I can’t handle.” I said quickly pressing my lips to his. I grabbed. Y sword and as I was about to leave the cave I turned back, “I love you.” I said he he smiled, “I love you too.” He said and I felt my heart flutter.