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Let Me Teach You

Pairing: Toxic Professor!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +7K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, baby girl, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), P in V, Toxic Dom!Terry *if you squint and turn your head*, breeding kink

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

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Shanice: wya

Me: Heading to the Eng. 2 study session for finals

Shanice: aww, you going to see bae🥰

Me: STFU!

Shanice: why you mad? you know i ain't lying

Me: Go to hell. I ain't got time for this. BYE!

Shanice: oop! k, bye hoe

As I approached the door to the classroom, I saw a sign taped on the glass. There was a message written in red.

Study session moved to the library

Oh, come on! That meant I now had to walk across campus. Reluctantly, I turned on my heels and walked toward the exit at the end of the hallway.

Opening the double doors, the winter breeze whipped me across the face. I knew my face was probably red and puffy. The tip of my nose was left stinging from the wrath of the cold. I was pissed because I had dressed way too lightly for this. I was only wearing a black T-shirt dress, thin black tights that looked like stockings, and a black and white varsity letterman jacket. At least, my furry black boots were doing a hell of a job keeping my feet warm.

10 minutes later

As I walked into the assigned study room, I was confused by it being empty. I took a seat on the third row which was closer to the back of the room.

I always felt more comfortable being as far away from the front as possible. It made it easier to get lost in the sea of students when professors and teachers wanted responses.

Placing my bag on the floor beside me, I begin to unpack my notes and final essay. Leaning over with my head facing the door, I see a pair of feet walk into view. My body tenses up because I know exactly who these brown loafers belong to. I immediately feel my heart rate quicken as I battle to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

“I guess you're the only one concerned with your final grade. I hope they know this is a proctored exam through a lockdown browser,” Professor Richmond said, walking to the front of the room.

“If they don't, they'll find out,” I laughed while sitting up. I slid my jacket off my shoulder and placed it over the back of the seat.

“You know what? I'll give them 15 more minutes, otherwise, I guess it's just you and me,” he said, winking.

I grew immediately hot. I could feel myself blushing. I didn't want him to see my face, so I quickly dropped my head.

“Fine with me,” I mumbled.

“What was that, love?” he asked, turning away from the whiteboard to look at me.

“Oh, um… I said that that was fine with me,” I said louder than before. I still didn't raise my head to look back at him.

“Ok. I hate… never mind. I'll keep my thoughts to myself,” he said, turning to the whiteboard.

“Never mind what? Speak your truth, professor. You hate what?” I asked, flipping through my notes.

“When you don't look at me while speaking. I like to know I have your attention. It lets me know if you're at least engaged,” he said, writing on the board.

“I just have a hard time with eye contact. Too much of it makes me… uncomfortable, I guess. I wish I knew that bothered you sooner,” I said, lifting my head to look at his back.

My eyes locked in on the movement of his back muscles. Through the material of his collared shirt, I could tell this man was sculpted like a God. I dropped my head and pressed my thighs together. I shouldn't be thinking about this man like this, but damn… I had been struggling with this feeling all semester.

“Especially, when it comes to you, it's not often that I meet someone with equally, if not, more striking eyes. Yours are just mesmerizing,” he said. I could hear him exhale with a shudder.

“Uh, professor… Are you okay?” I asked, looking at him.

His movements had paused as if he were lost in thought. I noticed that his grip on the dry-erase marker seemed dangerously tight.

He let out a much calmer breath than the first, “Yes.. yes, I'm fine. What about you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, questioning if he was telling the truth. His mouth said one thing, but his body told another story.

My thoughts began to roam as I grasped that he called my eyes striking and mesmerizing. I was so used to people calling them beautiful or pretty that I was honestly stumped.

As I waited on his instructions, I lingered on the difference in his word choice. There had to be intention behind those words. You would only use those words if the person affected you, right? So, why would Professor Richmond use those words about me?

“Athena! Athena! Can you hear me?” Professor Richmond called out.

“Yeah. Yeah. I can… Shit,” I said, stopping in my tracks when I realized he was standing in front of me.

His 6’3 frame was probably the most intimidating yet sexy thing ever. His broad posture dominated the space in front of me. His musky cologne smoldering and intense— sandalwood and amber flooded my nostrils. This man's entire being was overwhelming my senses. All while silently drawing me in.

“I called your name a few times. You didn't answer me. You had me scared for a second,” he said, leaning down to look at me.

He leaned over so that his arms were propped on the table. Raising his eyebrows, he was waiting for me to recollect myself.

“You sure you're okay?” he questioned softly.

“Yes, sir. I promise. I was in my head and didn't realize you were that close,” I said, leaning back in the chair. I wanted to create as much space between us as possible.

“I'm sorry if I scared you, hun. That was never my intention. Just wanted to make sure my favorite girl was okay,” he said, placing his hand over his heart.

“I know. I'm fine. Uh…” I said, scanning around the room. I paused as I realized he was doing it again— using questionable words.

“Yeah, no one else showed up. Since it's just you and me, you might as well move closer. There's no reason for you to be way over here,” he said, motioning towards the front.

I nodded my head yes. I leaned down to grab my bag from the floor. Looking up, I see the professor has grabbed my things that were on the table. He walked to the front of the room and placed them on the table in the front row. He positioned me so that I was right in front of him.

Standing up with my bag and jacket, I walked to sit in the seat he chose. I was in no mood to argue or move seats. Hell, I probably couldn't even if I tried.

I quickly sat down and focused on the topics of the upcoming study session. I decided to ask as few questions as possible because I needed to get this over with. The thought of being alone with his fine ass for almost 2 hours… Jesus Devanté Christ help me.

1 hour and 45 minutes later

“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the day? Anything interesting?” he asked while walking behind me.

As we exited the study room, I noticed how empty the library was. As expected, the campus was becoming more and more desolate as the end of the semester drew near.

“No, sir. I'm going to check out a poetry book for a quick read. You know…. Something I can finish before they close the library for the semester,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Hmm… I've noticed that you seem more drawn to poetry. Your poems are honestly some of the most… insightful and beautiful ones I've read from a student in a long time. You should do something with that?” he said, walking alongside me.

“Thank you, but what do you mean by do something?” I asked, stopping to look at him.

“Publish them, Athena. You don't even have to publish all of them as a full body of work. I just want people besides me and your classmates to experience them,” he said earnestly.

I smacked my lips. “Professor Richmond, really? Don't act like you didn't see me sweating like a pig while reading them to the class!” I exclaimed.

“Of course, I did. That's why I… talked you through it,” he said, looking me up and down.

“Talked me through it is an understatement. You practically had to hold my hand each time,” I laughed into my hand.

“Yeah, I definitely had to help you find your big girl voice,” he said, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I know my voice is normally low, but you didn't have to say it like that. That was mean,” I said in a fake pout.

“Aww, I'm sorry. My bad, love. I just know you're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. I wish I had more time to pull it out of you,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

I froze as I watched his lip settle between his teeth. My breathing hitched silently. His lips were a blessing to look at— bright pink, plump, and full. The smoothness reminded me of rose petals, intensifying my desire to want to kiss and suck on them. I yearned to know what they felt like against my lips and skin.

Snapping myself out of my lust-induced trance, I brought myself back to our current conversation. This was the first time someone other than Shanice had been so enthusiastic about my writing.

“I don't know. The thought of so many people possibly reading my thoughts scares me. I treat my poetry like diary entries most of the time,” I said, swaying from side to side.

“No pressure. This is your art we're talking about. Just consider it, okay? Actually, there's something I would like you to read if you'd allow me to make a suggestion,” he asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Sure. I trust your judgment,” I replied.

“Ok. Follow me,” he said, placing his hand on my lower back and guiding me through the library.

He guided me towards the section of the library labeled erotica. I was honestly a bit confused. I side-eyed the professor. Why would he bring me here?

“Ok, listen to me. Don't… umm… don't back out on me. If you do feel uncomfortable, you can walk away now,” he said, nodding at me.

“I'm fine,” I said, gesturing towards the shelf.

“That's my girl. I promise that I won't let you down,” he said, smiling as he turned to scour the shelf. I watched in awe as his fingers glided across the spines of the array of books.

Professor Richmond turned to me and handed me a book. It was small but hefty. The edges of the pages weathered from years of use. This was a sign of a well-loved book.

I looked up to find the professor staring at me. His smile was bright and wide enough to reach his eyes as they twinkled in excitement.

“A Woman in the Wild. Hmm…,” I said, turning the book over and reading the back.

From the cover and the synopsis, it was obvious this book was sexual in nature. The cover was extremely sensual yet tasteful. It was more suggestive than direct, depicting a woman holding a peach dripping in honey in front of her lower abdomen.

“It's about a woman's journey of exploring sex in her 20s. I think you'll like it,” he said, holding his hands together.

I giggled at his reaction. He looked like a kid sharing their favorite toy. “Professor Richmond is into raunchy writing, huh?” I giggled.

“Why do you sound surprised?” he questioned before moving closer to me.

“No real reason. Just that—,” I said, stopping myself. I didn't want to make Professor Richmond think I was judging him.

“No, explain. I want to know. What's wrong? You scared of me, Athena?” he questioned, pushing the book downward.

“Of course not!” I responded.

“Then, use your words. I've graded enough of your essays to know you have a helluva way with them, Ms. Athena. Come on. Don't get shy on me,” he said.

“You won't judge me?” I asked sheepishly.

“What're the kids saying, now? Oh, we listen, and we don't judge. Promise,” he said, raising his hands.

“Oh my God! Fine. You just give off nice guy vibes. I can only see you as super sweet and quiet, especially outside of class. You don't seem like the type to really be out there,” I blurted out as fast as I could.

“That's what you think of me?”

“Maybe…”

“Hmm… That's very interesting. What can I do to change that?”

“To be honest, nothing.”

“You know, honestly, I don't like being perceived. It's even worse when it's wrong.”

“Oh, um… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, Professor. I just wanted to be honest.”

“Oh, don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry for, love. Just be… be… be careful with your cute self.”

“Cute?! Professor, gone somewhere. I'm not finna play with you,” I said, playfully hitting his arm.

“What? Why? You don't think you're cute?” he questioned back.

“First of all, I know I'm cute! The problem isn't what you're saying. It's the fact that YOU'RE saying it.”

“And? So?!” he spat.

“You’re my professor. That's inappropriate, right? Like, can't you get fired for this?”

“Who's going to know? Huh? And, that's funny that me being your professor matters now,” he said, glaring at me.

“Huh?” I asked. My face contorted in confusion. What did he mean by that?

Professor Richmond’s mouth turned upward into a devilish grin.

“Maybe, next time you and Shanice decide to talk about me, you shouldn't do it outside my classroom door. That wasn't very smart. Was it?” he asked, pushing one of my loose strands behind my ear.

“Wait…”

“I think I remember you saying you wanted to know what my hands feel like wrapped around your throat, what my dick looks like when it's hard, what—.”

“Okay! I get it,” I whined. I could feel my face reddening with embarrassment. I dropped my head and began staring at my feet.

“Don't interrupt me because you got caught.”

“Boy, leave me alone!” I said, pushing past the professor. I needed to get away from this man as fast as I could.

He instantly grabs the strap of my bag, pulling me back to him.

“Boy? I'm a grown man. Don't be disrespectful, love. I don't think I deserve that,” he said as a smile began to spread.

“Whatever, professor.”

“I mean, look at how I got you running. You can't wait to get away from me,” he silently laughed.

“Running? From you? Now that's cute!” I scoffed.

“Keep playin’, and I'll show you. Nah… I'll teach you.”

“Teach me then!” I mumbled assertively. “Wait… I… I didn't mean that,” I stuttered, realizing my mistake.

I couldn't comprehend why I was all of a sudden being so bold. This was something I had never done before. Hearing myself speak like this was personally shocking.

“Hahaha, you're scared of me. Just say it,” he said, gesturing for me to walk beside him.

“Scared of what? Professor, you're probably one of the least intimidating people on campus to me. You can't be serious about all of this, right?” I probed, hoping this was all a fever dream or even a joke.

“What? You gone tell that your professor—,” he started to speak.

“Can you not? Jeez, people may hear you,” I whispered.

“Oh, so you ARE scared? Aww, so you definitely wouldn't want people to know that you want to be tied up and spanked while I—,” he began again.

I threw my hand over his mouth and quickly scanned the area around us.

“Hey!” I whisper-yelled. I looked deep into Professor Richmond's eyes, hoping he would catch the hint. I removed my hand from his mouth.

“Yeah, I heard that part, too. You and Shanice can't whisper for shit. You would've been better off just telling me,” he said smugly, shrugging his shoulders.

This side of the professor was an asshole, but… I liked it.

“Ok, so what? I said some nasty shit about you. What're you gonna do about it? Report me or something?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Nah, I got a better idea. Walk,” he demanded through gritted teeth.

He used his hand on the small of my back to guide me further into the back of the library. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. With HIM of all people!

Once we were in a dimly lit corner, he stopped me. He stood in front of me, leaning over. “Before I touch you, I want to know that you are okay with this. There's no pressure. You can stop me at any moment, and you can leave. No hard feelings,” he said, stroking my cheek.

“I'm okay. Just a little nervous,” I mumbled as my mind began to race with a million thoughts.

The thought of being caught was my main concern. I knew this part of the library was never used or even looked at because it was where old and abandoned textbooks went to die. There were rows and rows of books before anyone would even come close to us.

“Good. I'm warning you now that I can be a tad bit aggressive,” he said, standing to his full height.

“That's fine. I like aggressive,” I said, resting my hand on his chest.

He dropped his brown leather satchel behind him. “Yeah, I figured. Turn around for me and hand me your bag,” he demanded. His voice had dropped a few octaves and was now a low rumble.

I could feel it as the sound of his voice traveled from my ears straight down to my pussy. I just knew that my leggings were ruined. I had lost all control over this situation. My brain had turned off, and my pussy had turned on.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do,” he said, leaning into my ear.

The heat from his breath warmed the sides of my neck. Thinking and forming sentences were damn near impossible.

I closed my eyes and drew in a sharp breath as my nervousness took over. I knew myself too well. When I'm nervous, I become a stuttering mess.

“Hey, we talked about this. Whenever you're too nervous to speak, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You repeat it until you’re calm enough to start, right? Because we don't rush our words out, do we?” he said, softening his tone.

His hands slid across the sides of my hips.

“Right, we don't rush. Ok, I got this,” I whispered while taking deep breaths.

“Of course you do, love. Ease into it, and take your time. I really wanna hear it from you,” he said, firmly holding my waist.

“I… umm… I want you to—,” I stuttered as I stumbled on every word.

“Think about what you want to say first. Then, slowly talk me through it. I wanna know every little detail. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Ye—. Whew. Yes, sir. I… I understand,” I replied.

“Good girl. All I want you to do is focus on telling me all your little fantasies. I don't care about how nasty or how dark they are. Say it. And, one more rule— pretend like I'm not here. Okay?” he asserted.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered with shaky hands.

“Calm down your mind first, and your body will follow. Isn't that what I taught you?” he whispered into my ear.

I could feel him take a step back as his hands slid from around my waist. Thank God! His hands being on me was making me overwhelmingly anxious.

I shook my body as much as possible, trying to release the nerves. I focused on clearing my mind of all the negative thoughts that were coming up— this was inappropriate, he was going to laugh, and I was making a fool of myself.

I wanted to glance back at him for reassurance, but I knew he hated it when we looked at him during our oral presentations.

I inhaled a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders on the exhale. I was going to do this.

I WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE I MADE PROFESSOR RICHMOND PROUD.

“Okay….” I said slowly and evenly.

“If you are ready, proceed. Make sure your posture is engaged and your voice is both loud and direct. Got it?” he asked as his voice rumbled from a few feet behind me.

I nodded my head yes and began speaking. “I want you to choke me while playing in my pussy. I want to feel the full wrath of your hands until you leave your mark on my ass and thighs. I wanna know what your dick feels like in my hands. I wanna know what it feels like if I lick it with my tongue. I want to use my mouth to drain you until there's nothing left,” I said slowly as I vocalized all of my dirtiest thoughts.

“Ughh… Fuck, baby girl. That it?” he asked as his voice shook.

“No! I want you to fuck me until my walls remember the shape. I want you to fuck me like my body was made with only you in mind. I want to turn my brain off, and let myself just… just let you take control. I desire to please you with every part of me. I want to make you moan over and over again so that it'll be the only sound in my mind for weeks. And, when we're done, the thought of touching myself is ruined by my body remembering the way your hands felt.”

“Enough!” he grunted.

It was clear that what I said had affected the professor tremendously. Every breath he took came from his chest like thunder. He was struggling.

“Professor?” I asked, attempting to turn around.

“Call me Terry!” he grumbled.

He grabbed my shoulders to prevent me from doing so. I took that as a sign to remain still as I waited for him to say or do something. The silence was driving me insane.

Terry abruptly pulled me back into him. His chest collided with my back. I let out a loud gasp. Terry's hand flew over my mouth.

“Don't! I'll give you everything you want as long as you stay quiet. Got it, love?” he asked as his hand slowly fell from my mouth.

I shook my head yes.

“Good girl. Now, all you gotta do is focus on staying quiet and enjoying yourself. Take off your tights and hand me your panties,” he said.

“What panties?” I asked smugly.

“No panties, huh?” he laughed menacingly. I could tell he was shocked.

“None. I promise,” I said, raising my hand. I laughed at his reaction.

“Oh, I gotta see this for myself!” he said, sliding his hands around my waist.

They slowly dropped to my pussy. Using his knee, he pushed my legs open. His fingers slid over the crotch of my tights and rested between my legs. When his hands stopped moving, I knew exactly what he found— a wet and sticky mess.

My inner thighs and pussy were becoming warmer by the second. I could feel myself becoming fidgety. This man was making an absolute mess of me.

“Oh, that's nice. I hope you don't like these tights,” he whispered as he used his fingers to rip open the middle seam.

I gasped again before catching myself. I brought my hand over my mouth.

“Unless you want me to stop—,” he started.

“Mmm mmm!” I mumbled, shaking my head.

His hand rubbed up and down the slit of my pussy. Dipping his fingers between my lips, he wiggled them back and forth in the sticky mess. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. With no hesitation, I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. I was more than ready to lick my cum off his fingers.

Before I could react, he drew his hand back and brought it to his mouth. “Mine,” he grumbled in my ear. His tongue flicked between his fingers as he cleaned them. I watched him in a blissful combination of shock and lust.

“As much as I want to finish you here, I want all of you. Having you in this library isn't enough for me. I want to hear you moan and scream. I want to hear you say my name while you struggle. I need more, Athena. Where's your phone?” he asked, leaning over my shoulder as his chin nuzzled into my neck.

“In my pocket,” I whimpered.

Terry reached around the sides of my letterman jacket, searching each pocket. He pulled out my phone and took a step back.

After a minute or so, he walked in front of me. Glaring down at me for a second, he slowly closed his eyes. He was just as overcome with lust as I was. His eyes were practically slits, and it appeared that he was possibly biting the inside of his cheek.

“Here. You now have my personal number, and I have yours. I will text you with instructions on where to meet me. One question before we go our separate ways. Do you feel comfortable coming to my home, or would you rather meet somewhere else?” he asked, handing me my phone back.

I grabbed it and placed it back into my pocket.

“Your place,” I answered while rocking back and forth.

“Hmmm. Ok, you sure about that?” he asked.

“Yes. It's less likely that we'll be spotted, right? Plus, it's where you'll be most comfortable,” I said, staring him down.

“Oh, you're a big girl, huh? If you knew what was best for you, you wouldn't keep staring at me like that. I'll happily say fuck this job and fuck you right here,” he said, licking his lips.

I watched his tongue closely. Between his words and his tongue, I was losing my fucking mind. I began to think of all the nasty things he could use that tongue for.

“Hey, you gotta stop. I'm struggling just as much as you are, mama. We gotta at least leave this library in decent condition,” he laughed.

I wanted to yell out fuck being decent, but I knew he wouldn't like that very much.

“Ok. Sorry,” I said, snapping out of it.

“It's alright. Just go straight to your dorm and get cleaned up. Also,…” he said, stepping closer. “Don't touch yourself,” he said, tilting my head to look at him.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good girl, and don't make me come find you,” he drawled, winking at me.

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Terry suggested that I leave the library first.

I left and walked to my dorm room in absolute silence. I gripped the strap of my bag for dear life. My emotions were in a whirlwind. I didn't know how to feel about what just happened.

I wanted Professor Richmond in the worst way. I had never had a man make me melt in his hands.

How the fuck was I going to make it through the night? Granted, I wasn't a virgin, but I was definitely nowhere near Terry's level of experience.

Unfortunately for me, this was the first time in my life that my mouth had written a check that my ass couldn't cash.

Later That Night ~ After 9 pm

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Terry: Hi, I was just letting you know to wear something cozy.

Me: Hmmm… That's not what I was thinking.

Terry: ???

Me: I had something else in mind.

Terry: 1 attachment

Me: How's that?

Terry: Oh, that's better than I had in mind. TBH, I didn't know you had it in you. Maybe, my good girl isn't so good after all.😈

Me: Wow! You know, I don't like being perceived. It's even worse when it's wrong.🤭

Terry: Not you using my words against me.

Me: I was trying to remember where I had heard that before.😏

Terry: Sassy much?

Me: 😂🤭

Terry: Wear whatever you like, love. It's not like you're going to keep it on anyway.

Me: Well, then… Maybe, I'll just wear nothing.

Terry: You're not going to like the outcome of that. TRUST ME! So, behave.

Terry: Also, I hope you followed my rule.

Me: I did.🙄

Terry: You know you have to see me soon, right? So, all this sass and attitude will be addressed, love.

Me: What're you going to do about it?

Terry: See you soon.😈👿

Later That Night at Terry's Townhouse

As soon as I entered, all it took was a single look for me to know I was in for a wild night. We didn't even make it to the bedroom because Terry had other plans. He wasn't joking when he said my attitude would be “addressed”.

Now, here I was on my knees in front of Terry as he stood in the middle of his living room. We didn't even make it farther than 10 feet into the room before Terry started his attitude adjustment.

With a mouthful of dick, I was struggling to answer his questions. Between my saliva and his precum, the mess inside my mouth was becoming hard to contain. As spit bubbles formed and poured from the sides of my lips, I focused on not choking on the sloppy mess building in my throat.

“I wish you knew how pretty you looked right now,” Terry said, fisting the hair at the back of my head.

I mumbled out a weak thank you.

“Don't talk while your mouth's full. That's rude. Just nod your head, love. There you go. That's my pretty girl.”

“So, are you done having an attitude, yet?”

I eagerly nodded my head yes, tugging lightly on the handcuffs behind my back.

“I don't know. I'm not really convinced. Hmmm… Open,” he demanded, grabbing both sides of my face.

I opened my mouth and pulled back. My breathing was erratic and sharp as I gasped for air. I had been sitting on my knees with Terry's dick in my mouth for at least 10 minutes— no sucking, no licking, no moving. Just sitting there… All the while, he stood there talking his shit.

A trail of my saliva and his precum hung from my lips, dripping onto my chest. It only added to the preexisting mess on my face, neck, and chest.

“Eyes!” he barked, causing me to look up at him. “Next time, are we gonna behave?”

I nodded my head yes.

“Speak. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, pleading with my eyes.

“That's my girl. That's all I wanted. Clear understanding, baby. Now, come here.”

Terry leaned down and carefully lifted me to my feet. My knees were sore and wobbly upon standing.

“I promise to be nicer for the rest of the night,” he said, walking around me.

He unlocked the handcuffs and removed them gently. Tossing them on the couch, he walked to stand in front of me again. He lightly grabbed each of my wrists and massaged them.

“Too much?”

“No,” I giggled.

“Hmm…,” he scoffed. “Lesson learned, huh?”

“Yes, sir. But, a reminder every once in a while won't hurt.”

“Don't tempt me, love,” he said, pulling me by my waist.

“My bad.”

“Why are you so bold all of a sudden? Where was this energy in class?”

“Well… No one else is around. The only person I have to worry about is you.”

“I guess. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back.”

Terry turned to walk away from me and disappeared down the hall.

I sat on the couch, flexing my wrists. As I waited, I glanced around the room. His home was spotless. He was clearly a man who believed in minimalism.

I turned my body to face the mirror. I laughed at my reflection. I was still covered in the mess we made. My chest and lower face were shiny and slightly slimy.

As I touched the puddle on my chest, I could hear Terry returning.

“A towel,” he said as he rounded the back of the couch.

“Thank you. I need it,” I said, reaching for the towel.

“I gotchu, baby. I did make the mess.”

Terry planted himself in front of me and stood between my legs. With one hand on my left cheek, he used the other to gently tilt my head to look at him. As he cleaned off my face and chest, the warmth of the soft plush fabric felt so much better than the cold slimy mess that once was.

“Better?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.

“Yes. Much better,” I smiled back.

“Would you like something to drink or eat? I have wine if you'd like some.”

“No, thank you. Plus, I don't drink.”

“Really? That's… uh… surprising, I guess. It's not something you hear often. Any particular reason?”

“Never wanted to, so I just never started.”

“That's definitely something to be proud of.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

Terry squatted in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “So, I'll leave it up to you, Athena. How do you want this to go? We can sit here for a while or we can—,” he started.

I interrupted him with tenacity. “Fuck me already!” I yelled.

I can tell that Terry was shocked by my statement, but I was sick of waiting. This man had no idea of how many nights I dreamed of this happening, how many times I fingered myself wishing it were him, or how many times I yearned to touch some part of him.

“That's all I needed to hear,” Terry said, standing.

Without another word, he lifted me onto his shoulder. My hands flailed around in horror. I was instantly afraid that he would drop me.

“Don't worry, baby. This isn't my first time. Relax, I gotchu.” He laughed.

20 LONG Minutes Later

“Oh, Terry. Please!” I moaned, pushing at his chest.

Terry's hands grabbed mine and held them against my stomach. I was losing my damn mind in this bed. Now, I was second-guessing if I should've even tried to take the dick.

“Please…just… fuck… I can't!” I yelled.

Terry's hips slowed down again.

“Mmm,” Terry moaned clearly enjoying himself.

“Ahhh, fuck. This feels… it feels…,” I stuttered.

Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulled me closer. As if his dick wasn't deep enough, this made it feel deeper.

“Yes, you can. I know you can handle it,” Terry groaned.

I was fighting the urge to disassociate. I was fully prepared for this man to fuck me up and put me through the mattress, but this… THIS!!! I was not. I wasn't being fucked at all. I was being loved on and taken care of.

“Baby girl, stay with me. We talked about this, love. I wanna see those pretty eyes,” Terry said, reaching for my face. His hand cupped the underside of my chin.

I tried my hardest to look at Terry, but I was also I was fighting to stay present. Every fiber of my being was feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“Athena! Look at me, NOW!” Terry ordered.

Listening like a lost child, my eyes opened to find Terry's. His glare was piercing into me— soul-deep. I let out a deep breath, hoping and praying that I didn't pass out.

“That's it, baby. Stay with me. Eyes on me,” he grumbled as his head dropped to watch his dick slide in and out of my pussy.

“Terry! I have… I have… to… unh… pee…,” I stammered, stumbling over every word.

Terry's eyes met mine. His face was overcome with lust. The gaze this man possessed sent chills down my spine. His eyes were low and dark, glazing over more and more by the second.

His thrusts quickened with fervor. Leaning over me, he began to speak again.

“That's not pee, baby. Don't worry. Imma talk you through it like I always do. Okay, mama?”

“Shit! What… I need… but…,” I attempted to respond.

“Don't talk just listen. Relax your abdomen, mama. There you go,” he said, kissing my neck. Stop tensing up. Uhh uhh, don't think about it. You let me worry about all of that.”

His hands wrapped around the back of my knees, pushing them back. I swear I heard my knees pop in my ear from this position.

“Fuck you,” I said absentmindedly.

“That's not nice, but since you asked for it…,” Terry's smile turned into a devilish grin. His hips snapped against my ass, and the force caused the headboard to bang against the wall.

If I didn't know it then, I sure as hell knew it now. THIS MAN WAS ABOUT TO GIVE ME HELL!

“Wait!” I yelled, trying to get out of his grasp.

“No, ma'am. We don't run in this house. Take this shit.”

Pushing up on his legs, I felt like this man was trying to actually fuck me into the mattress. Tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes. If I had just kept my mouth shut, I wouldn't be in this position.

I closed my eyes, trying to just take it. The pressure I felt before was 100x worse now.

“Open your damn eyes! Right now, Athena.”

“I ca—,” I started.

“Nah, you gone show me how good this pussy is, or you ain't cumming at all.”

“Aww, fuck… please… do something,” I begged. I felt like I was about to piss all over this man.

“Okay,” Terry practically laughed as he leaned down, licking the tears falling down my face.

His hand reached over me to grab the top of the headboard. Using it as leverage, Terry used every inch of his dick to punish me. As if I wasn't struggling enough, I had to survive a new level of demon dick Terry. I knew that after this; I would have my wish. My pussy would definitely be molded to only fit him.

“Look at you. That's right, baby. Now, let it go!” Terry moaned loudly.

He used his free hand to press against my abdomen. This singular move was the catalyst for the start of the flood between my legs.

“Oouu… look at you. Stay just like that,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

His head fell back on his shoulders as he continued to pound into me. It was becoming more apparent that Terry was losing it as his hand slipped from the top of the headboard.

Shifting quickly, he placed one hand by my ear and braced himself on top of me. His head fell forward, and his mouth dropped open. His eyes locked onto mine. I was still too fucked out to speak.

“It's coming, baby. Fuck! This… ahh, fuck.”

“Shh… It's yours. Let it out,” I said, wrapping my legs around Terry's waist. I brought my hands around his back, holding him in place.

I was about to indulge in my little breeding kink fantasy. If he was going to cum, it was going to be IN ME!

“Mama, that's not… uhh, fuck!” Terry groaned as his eyes snapped shut.

I knew what was coming. I felt the warmth of his cum coat the inside of my pussy. Like a switch went off, I released a second orgasm. Terry's breathing became erratic and choppy as his eyes reopened to look at me.

“Shit, that's a dangerous game you playing’, lil girl!” Terry exclaimed, leaning up.

He let my legs fall as he pushed my thighs open.

“Damn!” he said, watching his cum drip from my pussy.

Terry tilted his head so that it was directly over my pussy. His mouth opened slowly. I watched as he let a thick trail of saliva fall straight into the mess between my legs.

“Huh, ahh. Terry!” I said, watching him in shock and lust.

“Yeah, I'm… I'm not done,” Terry said, pushing himself back inside.

All I could do was moan out in pleasure. I grabbed Terry, pulling him back in and forcing him to go deeper. If this is what he wanted, fuck it!

Let's be honest, the nasty freak in me liked this shit. It wasn't like I wanted him to stop anyway.

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bunnithechubs · 1 month ago

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i want to set you world on fire.

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[TEXT THREAD WITH VINNY 7:00 PM] V: Hey, beautiful, I know I said I would send a car but I want to see you as soon as possible. I'm going to come pick you up instead. R: One condition. V: Anything. R: I don't want to sit in a car you've previously used with another woman. V: Reina, you could tell me to sign over my bank account and I would do it. An unused car is easy. I'll see you at 7:30 pm. Can't wait to see you. R: I expect full access to your bank account as entry :)

[TEXT THREAD WITH VINNY 7:20 PM] V: It's a little early but I'm here. I can wait for you if you're not ready yet. R: I'm ready. Come up.

V: You’re making me rethink dinner with you in this dress, Blue. R: Maybe if you impress me enough, I might let you figure out what is underneath it. V: You really love pushing me to my limits. R: I do, especially because it’s so easy to do. I mean I got you to send me fifteen hundred bucks for one picture. V: Probably not the smartest finanical decision I’ve made but it was worth it. I got you a little something on my way here. R: Is it access to your bank account?

V: laughs Maybe if you let me take you one a few more dates. I actually picked these up for you. R: More flowers? Were the hundreds you already sent not enough? V: Nope. R: Do you get women flowers often? V: Only once. R: raises eyebrow V: Relax, it was for my sister in law when she gave birth. R: Did she like them? V: Maybe one day you can ask her yourself. R: Family already? A bit soon. V: I said one day, now read the card.

CARD READS: "You are my greatest adventure" - Vinny

R: You misspelled nightmare. V: You know, Reina. I like that about you. R: Like what about me? V: You’re impossibility to be romanced. R: Maybe you’re just really bad at it. V: Oh am I? R: Would not recommend. V: Then why let me take you out to dinner? R: I’m bored and the slightest bit horny. V: So you’re just using me? R: Precisely. V: Let me ask you something- I want an honest answer. R: Don’t whine when I hurt your feelings, but go ahead.

V: What is it going to take to get you to stop busting my balls? R: You on your knees crying for me. V: You’re lying to me, Reina. R: I’m not. I want to see you broken down to the very last particle of that dog shit man that you are. I want your only thoughts to be of me and what you can do to please me. I want you begging for my approval and attention. [silence] R: So what is it going to be Vin-

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 edit #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 edit #current household #slate #slate gp #reina blue byy duusheen #i rewrote this about 8 times #so.... if it's not my best writing i is sorry!!!#but i kinda wanted you guys to see their tension and how it builds into vinny finally saying this bitch is absolutely insane but I LIKE IT

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marchofmistria · 2 months ago

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Hi, I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could make HC for when the farmer comes home all wrecked after a day at the mines (both bachelors and bachelorettes, if thats ok)

Hi there, thank you for sending :) Super fun to write for the bachelorettes as well as the bachelors <3 I'm writing these as established relationship HCs!

March

March can't help but worry about you each time you go to the times, no matter how nonchalant he tries to act or how many times he tells himself that you've been fine each time before.

Before you go, he'll always lecture you a bit and tell you to be careful (even though, he feels, this lecture goes ignored every time).

Without you asking, he'll spend time forging armor and swords that are strong and can provide a great deal of protection. You're clearly grateful for it, and it gives him peace of mind that you're wearing something he made so he's sure the quality is as good as possible.

If you're not back by a certain time, he'll go looking for you himself (even when, most of the time you're just fine).

The anxiety isn't totally unwarranted. There was a time once where he found you passed out in the mines, badly injured and attracting attention from monsters even in your unconscious state. He carried you all the way to Valen and had trouble sleeping for a day or two afterwards, even though Valen revived you no problem.

Sometimes March will insist on accompanying you from the start, claiming that he doesn't trust you to protect himself. You know not to take this as a blow to your defensive skills, but rather as proof of his deep love and care for you.

On the days you come home tired, he'll order you to go rest in bed and will wordlessly take care of you, whether that means cooking you dinner or washing off your sore body in the bath. He'll act annoyed, but you know that he doesn't mind at all taking care of you.

Ryis

Ryis worries about you when you spend late nights in the mines, but is also completely confident in your defensive skills. He knows that you're very strong, perhaps stronger than he would be down there.

He'd insist, however, that you pack food with you in case you grow exhausted down there.

He'd also make sure that you're wearing the best protection you could be. He'd probably call in a favor or two from March to give you the best equipment money could buy, just as an extra precaution.

He's always very excited and grateful when you bring home a trove of material or fascinating objects from your time down in the mines. He'd be interested to learn about all the materials that occur naturally down below, as well as the animal (monster) life living down there. Especially as Ryis would probably have little interest in going down there himself.

Ryis is less of a worrier than some others may be, but he'd definitely insist you be home by a certain time just so he could have total peace of mind and so that you two could spend the night together.

He'd definitely pamper you when you've had an exhausting day, whether that be from your time in the mines or from any other tasks you've had to complete throughout the day.

His care for you would definitely include nightly massages of your sore muscles. His idea of a perfect night is spent together in the bath with you, and then hanging out late into the night working on something relaxing like birdhouses, or even watching a movie together before falling asleep.

Hayden

One of the things Hayden loves and respects about you is your strength. He has plenty of it too, but is always deeply impressed by your ability to balance your work on the farm with your exploration of the mines.

He encourages your interests, and wants to give you as much time as possible to explore if that's what you feel like doing that day. He shows this encouragement by offering to take care of things on the farm on days when you want to go mining.

He hopes that'll take away some of your exhaustion, and he's more than happy to take care of you in that way. Any extra time spent with your animals is a happy day for him!

Hayden would care to make sure you're eating well before you go expending all that energy. He'll make lots of delicious food straight from the produce you've grown from the farm, and from the products donated by your animals.

Hayden wouldn't worry too much about your exploration in the mines, seeing how strong you are and how well you can handle yourself. He's just ready to get you home by the end of the night.

Hayden helps you recover by making sure you're well fed and well rested each day, without exception. If that means letting you sleep in a bit longer the next day and taking some of the load off your shoulders, he does it without a second thought.

Seeing his smiling face when you get home from a long day is enough to replenish some of your energy instantly. All Hayden cares about is that you're enjoying your days to the fullest in Mistria.

Balor

At first, Balor is more than supportive of your journeys down to the mines. After all, that's where you can find the rarest and most lucrative things for him to pawn off in the Capital!

It's also where you found a majority of the gifts that won his heart in the first place. It seemed like you were the only other person who appreciated these rare items to the same level he did, and he got so excited talking about it with you.

But once your relationship gets serious and progresses farther than just a business partnership, he starts to hate the days when you go down to the mines.

You always come back all scratched up and often injured, although usually not severely. Even so, he can't help but worry himself silly.

Yes, he's still excited when you come and happily show him all the wonderful things you've uncovered there that day. But he sure does wish there was another way to go about it.

He tries to persuade you to stop going down there, much to your surprise at first. You thought that he lived for these incredible finds. But he tells you that seeing you hurt isn't worth any amount of money.

He pays March a hefty sum to make you the best equipment and stocks you up with food each time you go. He can never get to sleep until he knows you're back home safe and have had your injuries healed.

He'll spend the rest of the night checking you to make sure you're really okay, and pampering you in every way possible. He wants you to know how grateful he is that you put yourself in danger on behalf of your mutual financial wellbeing. And he'll always have a special gift for you as an extra thank you.

Eiland

One thing that Eiland loves about you is your shared interest in all things archeological. The idea that there was someone as excited as him to explore the mysteries of the minds makes him deeply happy.

In fact, he's so excited and eager to find out what's down there that he doesn't really think of the extent of the danger. To be fair, he doesn't know that the mines are infected with a slew of monsters until you tell him.

When you first start returning to him after a day in the mines, you can spend hours discussing what you saw down there and going through all the evidence and artifacts you came across. Because you're equally excited as he is, he doesn't notice at first that you've injured yourself.

It's only after he sees you wincing in pain that he questions what happened, and then he feels terrible that he didn't notice it at first! When you confess to him all that's living down there, he instantly says that the mines must be closed off again.

Yes, he is deeply interested in what can be found down there. But the safety of the residents of Mistria are paramount. And you, as the person he cares about most in the world, take priority above all of that.

He feels a bit more reassured when you tell him that closing the mines is out of the question, that your injuries are not severe at all, and that on the contrary you absolutely love going down there. He's excited too, but just much more weary about your adventures now.

He'll stay late at the museum on nights when you decide to go into the mines, ready to meet you first thing once you exit. He has bottles of tonic to help you heal ready, as well as scores of delicious desserts to eat while talking over what you found that day. He's super eager, but will always prioritize your health over all else.

Valen

Valen doesn't stop being your doctor when she becomes your partner, and your health and safety are always her first priority. She knows she's not supposed to have any biases towards certain patients, but how could she not when she loves you so much?

Because of this, she really attempts to insist you stop going down to the mines. She knows that you find it fun and interesting, but she still doesn't fully understand. You make very decent money between the two of you, so it's not because of that.

She truly finds it difficult to understand why you don't prioritize your own health, especially with someone who worries so much about you waiting for you. But after discussing it, she concedes that she must let you enjoy your own interests and be there to support however she can.

You do agree to compromise on not staying out too late, as she cannot sleep at all until you're back home safe and your injuries are all tended to. Before you go, she prepares strong concoctions with her panacea to heal up most of your injuries instantly as soon as you're home.

On one occasion, when your injuries weren't mild and you had to stay overnight in the doctor's office, she didn't sleep a wink with worry for you. Even though she rationally understood that you'd be just fine in a few days, and of course trusted her own skills in taking care of you, her concern for you is overwhelming.

Most times, however, you're just fine and she's at home lovingly waiting for your return. She'll feed you a healthy dinner and run you a bath with salts to help soothe your aching muscles.

She'll always pack tonics to take with you as well, free of charge of course. You're incredibly grateful to have such a caring partner.

Juniper

Juniper tries really hard to act like she doesn't care what you're doing all day. She's still getting used to the idea of having a partner and showing vulnerability and care towards them.

She does care, really. It hurts her ego a tiny bit when she concedes to the fact that she does care. But at the same time, she can't do well at hiding her worry when you come home injured.

When you come back from the minds and show her everything you found, her interest is piqued. You consider it an enormous accomplishment the first time you gift her a crystal rose you found on one of the lower floors, telling her that she was the first thing you thought of when you saw the flower for the first time, and see her actually blush.

She can't even pretend to act proud at your "tribute." She's genuinely happy and flustered, and you consider that a win.

When you do come home hurt, she'll silently bring you into the bath house. Undressing you and then herself, she'll climb into the bath with you for a long soak.

That may include a massage as well, if you've caught her in a good mood or won her over that day with your gestures of affection via gifts from the mines. You can really get her if you tell her that you put yourself in harms way for her. She loves to feel like you put a lot of thought into her happiness.

She's not unaccustomed to flattery or worship, sure. But the real love, devotion, and attention she feels from you is new. And she's going to take steps to make sure the feeling is mutual.

Reina

Reina admires how strong you are, and how self-sufficient. But at the end of the day, she's still a big sister and being caring is her defining quality. She can't help but worry when you put yourself in danger.

She doesn't try to talk you out of it. She knows that there's no use in that. But she will do whatever she can to make your endeavors as safe as possible.

She insists of filling your bag with as much delicious food as you can carry without becoming over-encumbered. She'll cook all your favorites so you'll be more inclined to eat them as soon as your energy starts to wane in the mines.

You can always expect the same when you get back to her as well. She doesn't take no for an answer when it comes to you eating properly, even when you tell her that you've already eaten all the delicious things she packed for you during your excursion.

After you're well-fed and warmed up, you two like to relax the rest of the evening by the warm fire of the Inn, talking into the night and even sharing a warm Hot Toddy if you really need to wind down.

She's always interested to hear about everything you do each day, especially including what you do in the mines. She finds it fascinating, especially as that sort of stuff doesn't usually appeal to her. She's more than happy to listen to your tales rather than go do those things herself.

She'll often share your stories and brag of your strength and bravery to everyone who will listen when patronizing the Inn. She's proud to have such a strong and fearless partner.

Adeline

Adeline is a worrier by nature. She needs to have things under control as much as possible, and the fact that her partner is so fearless can be a difficult adjustment for her.

She knows that she needs to let you have your own hobbies. She also knows that she invited you to Mistria as an adventurer, so she can't go back on her word now.

Even so, she wishes you'd do just a little less adventuring now that you've found a home in the village. She doesn't tell you this directly, but also can't hide how stressed she gets when you're down there and she doesn't know how you're faring.

She makes you promise to be back by a certain time each night, and is upset if you ever miss that curfew. She knows that she can't boss you around like that, but you're willing to oblige her knowing how much stress she's already balancing and how much she cares about your well-being.

She does know what it's like to have someone deeply interesting in exploring, and is happy that her brother has a friend to discuss these things with now. She engages in the conversation and does find it interesting, especially if you're the one telling about it rather than Eiland. You just have a much more... engaging way of talking on the subject.

One thing that she will agree with you on is that the items you're able to find in the mines can be helpful to some of the townsfolk around Mistria. Whenever someone needs an item that may be hard to obtain, she admires the fact that you're quick to jump in and help (even if that means putting yourself in harms way). She loves that about you.

As soon as you're back home, she's making sure that you're well-rested in the most comfortable home, with the most comfortable pajamas and all the luxuries she can afford. If you're injured, she's happy to go to any lengths to make sure you get everything you need. It's the least she can do to prove how much she cares for you.

Celine

Celine is always terrified whenever you tell her you're going down to the mines. She can't imagine facing all those scary monsters and risking getting hurt! The worry is apparent on her face every time.

She knows that you're strong and more than capable, but she's scared for you nonetheless. One of the few times you see her act sternly is when she makes you promise that you'll avoid trouble there as much as possible and be home at a reasonable time.

It doesn't help that Dell encourages you completely. Opposite of what would usually be expected, Celine is worried that Dell is a bad influence on you and spurs you on into danger.

Celine tries to be supportive, but is always ready to take care of you whenever you come home from a long day in the mines. Her cottage is stock piled with medicines from Valen, delicious food cooked either by herself or by Reina, and a warm bed for you to rest in.

She cannot lie, though. Whenever you bring her a new rare plant or flower from the mines, she is so excited that she nearly forgets her reservations.

She'll spend hours reading about the fauna in her Codex Mistria, taking precious care of this wonderful gift you've given her. Her appreciation is apparent, and this incredible gift is almost worth letting you go down to the mines.

In any case, she's always excited to have you back home and will go above and beyond in taking care of you when youi're exhausted or even hurt.

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u3pxx · 7 months ago

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had the sudden urge to develop my superhero/villian ocs more i thinjk its the art fight fever PFTT

reina (left, he/she), roxie (right, she/her)

#den's ocs tag #sunnysidedoodles #these are old doodles lol #reina reynolds #roxie roxas #also roxie just went thru a name update as i was writing this. i named her rosie (hence the rose motifs) but roxie just sounds catchier wit #her last name roxas DFGHD #undescribed #roxie and reina

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nonokoko-is-daydreaming · 9 days ago

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═════ ᡣ𐭩 First time? ᡣ𐭩 ═════

Long after a sweet confession you decide to take your relationship a step further...just as you close your bedroom door a thought pops up: will this be their first time or do they have experience?

Turns out beneath their usual confidence in their respective fields of interest lies a timid, awkward self under the sheets. As you get undressed in between sloppy kisses your beloved face becomes redder than the best tomatoes you have harvested this season; though their excitement is no less than their nervousness! They try their best to compensate their inexperience showing you how much they love you, perhaps it would be best to be in charge this time and guide them?

☁︎ . * Eiland, MARCH, Celine ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

Their curious hands exploring your body with uncertainty answers your previous thought, but the eagerness they show can practically be felt in each touch. Despite their naivety and the awkwardness to bring up such topic they sought advice in lovemaking from their closest relatives as well as searching knowledge in books. Hell, even Elsie offered unsolicited tips before marriage... might as well put in practice what they were taught

☁︎ . * Adeline, Reina, Ryis ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

Finding out how much they know sure is a pleasant surprise. They lost their virginity in previous relationships a while ago, of course, seeing how attractive they are it wasn't odd to imagine this. It might be mildly disappointing to think you won't get to be their first, but their suave performance is still dyed with hues of flustered adoration; no matter how many they slept with it is their first time with you, and they will keep blushing like the first night you embraced them

☁︎ . * Balor, Juniper, HAYDEN, Valen, Ryis ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

They were isolated for far too many full moons until they stopped counting. You know few close to nothing about their younger days, were they always alone? Did they ever have someone else to love? Would they go rough or slow? Your mind wonders all of these and more questions but it is better to give them time to adjust themselves to this decade before you pry into past experiences they may not remember yet. They show doubts prior to the fateful day, repeatedly asking you how it is done in this day and age, whether there are preliminary techniques which were born during their lonely imprisonment they need to learn, the words and movements you would prefer...

Now that your sweetheart feels ready is time to find out the limit of their practical knowledge

☁︎ . * Caldarus, Priestess ✰.·✧*✲ﾟ

Thanks for reading! Hope you have enjoyed reading these short hcs ♡ Also if you are a minor or you don't have age in your bio interacting in any way with this post will result in a block

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nerdishpursuits · 11 days ago

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Es que tu no comprendes que solo nos tenemos la una a la otra. Lo eres todo para mi. Mi fuerza, todo. Yo estoy a salvo si tu estás a salvo. Ya no hay vuelta atrás, yo no concibo mi vida sin ti. Contigo siento que puedo enfrentarme al mundo entero. Lo único que podría acabar conmigo, es perderte. No me vas a perder, mi amor. No lo vas a hacer.

Don't you see, we only have each other. You are everything to me. My strength, everything. I am safe as long as you are safe. There is no turning back, I cannot conceive of my life without you. By your side, I feel that I can face the entire world. The only thing that could undo me is losing you. You won't lose me, my love. You won't. ________________

All other pairings on this show can pack their bags and go home. Because nothing compares. The love and devotion Marta & Fina have for each other is unmatched. They'll put them through the ringer and suffer they will, as befitting true angsty heroines. But damn, the journey is, and will be, so worth it.

#mafin #marta y fina #marta x fina #sdl #suenos de libertad #marta de la reina #fina valero #my edits #whoever writes for Marta & Fina?#they must be someone who’s either deeply in love or who has loved beyond reason #and by someone I mean a woman #a man could never write romance this way #this is poetry - pure and simple

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ignorant-rat-carcass · 16 days ago

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I wrote a thing.

#mafin #marta de la reina #fina valero #marta y fina #marta x fina #ao3 #wlw #wlw love #my writing #mafin fanfic

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garadinervi · 3 months ago

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Juan Uslé, Sinónimos, (vynil, dispersion and pigment canvas glued to board), 1992 [Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía, Madrid. © Juan Uslé]

#art #mixed media #drawing #visual writing #juan uslé #museo nacional centro de arte reina sofía #1990s

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anazageek · 2 months ago

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Chapter 3 is out!

This one hits different. It's all about the feeling, not the words. 💜

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hibischush · 7 months ago

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I’m going to continue the kissing train! How about kissing headcanons for Balor, Reina and Juniper? ❤️

I gotchu 🌺💗

Again, there are some suggestive comments, so ⚠️minors proceed with caution!⚠️

Balor

Balor has always found you attractive since the moment he helped you across the broken bridge into Mistria

He found your reason for being in Mistria very admirable, too

The more you two interacted, the more he found himself wishing to stay longer in Mistria and the more he found himself disappointed that he had to leave

One day when you visited his wagon and the two of you chatted like usual, you paused and were uncharacteristically quiet while observing something on his face

Before he could say anything (or blush from the intensity of your stare), you licked your thumb and reached out to rub his cheek

It was at this moment that he realized that he has been very into you, and that he has been for a long time. It crashed into him with as much force as a punch to the jaw

"Sorry, you had a stripe of mud across your face! Now that I look at it," you surveyed him up and down, his embarrassment only building, "you have mud all over you! What did you get yourself into today, Balor?"

There was something about the way you looked at him and the way your lips curved into a grin when teasing him that just made him snag your retrieving hand and have him whispering to you, "Can I take you on a date? Tomorrow night?"

You were stunned but of course you said yes-- you've been crushing on Balor for the longest time, but you didn't think that he reciprocated any of those feelings

You had this man stressin' over this date

He was worried that he was underdressed or overdressed, and that the date itself was too plain

When he arrived to your farmhouse to pick you up, ofc he looked wonderful (he always does)

He took you for a picnic near the place you two met: in the small meadow by the bridge

You loved it and found it to be very thoughtful

Both Balor and you enjoyed yourselves over meats, cheeses, breads, and desserts, and when all was said and done he offered to walk you home after (just like your first time meeting 🥺)

but this time he offered his hand to hold, and you happily accept, teasing him with all of his romantic antics

By the time you both got to the farmhouse and you got to your door, his hand didn't want to leave yours

You found it cute, but take this opportunity to tease him, "Hey, I kind of need that." he gives you a confused look before looking down at your entwined hand and realizes what you mean. And for once, instead of teasing you back, he says haltingly, "I know, I just..."

He looks up at you with a small, embarrassed smile, "may I kiss you?"

You grin through your redness and pull his face up to be level with yours, before shifting your hands to his shoulders, "I thought you would never ask."

He kisses you swiftly and wraps his arms around you hungrily

Balor may or may not have stumbled into your house with you still in his arms that night👀

Balor's love language is definitely physical touch; and he loves kissing you

On your hands, fingers, chest, neck, face; literally anywhere you'll let him

He's almost fidgety with you as his hands roam your body constantly while kissing you

And it drives him crazy when you play/pull his hair while you kiss

Reina

Reina only realized she had feelings for you after you had been friends for a while

There was this nagging feeling tugging at her heartstrings whenever she saw you laugh, work hard in the fields, or take care and interact with her family

It wasn't until one day you stopped by the Sleeping Dragon Inn and dropped off an order of vegetables

You hadn't seen her, so Reina thought it was the perfect time to study you and figure out why she had been feeling so odd around you

She was eating lunch but something about the way you looked just mesmerized her

Maybe it was the playful way you conversed with her parents, or the sweat you wiped away from your forehead, or the way your muscles shone with perspiration...

While Reina continued to check you out, her mother Josephine noticed

After you said your goodbyes, Josephine walked over and sang in a sweet voice, "Oh Reinaaa," to which she jumped, food still in her mouth

"Ah mom, you scared me! What happened?"

Josephine grinned as she folded her arms, "Oh nothing, baby. I just noticed that only one thing makes you stop focusing on eating is your little farmer 'friend'"

Reina blushed as she finished her food, "Ma, they're my friend,"

"So? That doesn't mean you can't make them your romantic friend"

It was at this moment that she realized that she had romantic feelings for you

Ever since that talk with her mom Reina was more jumpy and nervous with you, and also was very clearly trying to flirt with you

You had liked Reina for awhile but didn't think that you two would never be more than friends

The pining is so bad between you two omg

So bad that Reina's family was trying to set you both up (including Maple and Luc lmao)

One day when you were baking some sweet bread rolls at the Inn, you both had gotten careless with the powdered sugar you were making icing with and were attacking each other with it

You both were a giggling mess and also extremely messy

Reina's giggles died down as she looked at you fondly, before boldly reaching out and wiping away frosting at the corner of your lip, "Were you saving that for later, sous chef?"

You blushed but snickered with a lopsided smile, "No, just setting it aside for your evaluation to make sure it's up to your standards, chef," leaning in closer to Reina's cute face

She gave you a dastardly grin as she nearly jumped up into you, crashing her lips into yours

You two may have burnt that batch of sweet rolls but its in the name of love

As a couple, you and Reina kiss frequently, but they're often fleetingly

Too many eyes around the Inn and in between work; it gets busy!

But when the two of you get privacy?

She kisses you hungrily and passionately

Reina wants so much of you and she fears that you and the taste of your lips will escape her if she doesn't hold you close

She also is a fan of giving you many love bites

You often have to hide light hickeys on your neck, collarbones and shoulders

Juniper

Juniper knows that she's hot and she knows when she grabbed the eyes of a certain farmer

At first she enjoyed entertaining it for fun, but as she got to know you as a person and as her customer/guinea pig...

She started to garner genuine feelings for you

At first it scared her-- I don't think Juniper often felt authentic romantic attractions towards someone

But after becoming friends with her and eventually romantic partners, Juniper has never felt so happy in her life

Because she's a bit new with this feelings, the two of you have been making relationship milestones slowly

However, the sorceress is having troubles diverging the tension between you two

One night, while the two of you were walking Dozy, enjoying the banter that you often have, Dozy knocked you both off balance to chase a squirrel

Leading to both of you landing into a large puddle of mud

Juniper is obviously horrified

She and her partner cannot be seen like this

"Oh firey pits of hell! Well this certainly will not do. Come now, darling. We're going to the bathhouse"

She pulls you close to teleport back to the bathhouse, and once there she throws you a silk robe and instructs you to change in the locker room as she grabs scented oils and hair products

Juniper changes herself and walks into the bathhouse with you already in the water

She can't tell if its the lingering effects of the potion of alluring on you gravitating her to you or she's just down bad

You offer your hand to her as she lowers herself in the bath, to which she grins and says "Excellent, you know what's good for you. Just can't keep your hands off me, hm?"

You chuckle and shake your head yes, as you take the shampoo she offered you and begin to clean your hair

Juniper, pleased with the interaction, turns to do the same, but you quickly realize that she is struggling to really scrub some bad spots in her hair

"Junie, let me help you wash your hair," you say as you drift closer to her, taking in her scent of jasmine, "maybe I'll even throw in a free massage too,"

She lets out one of her full-bodied cackles, "Ohh what a kiss-up! Trying to get a free visit out of me? No matter, I accept,"

Facing her, you pour more shampoo out onto your hand, and begin to gentle lather it in to her scalp, drawing large circular motions with your nails to really work it in

While you focus on your task, Juniper is about to self combust

Something about the way you lovingly take care of her is making her heart race

as you rinse out her long hair, careful to make sure none of the soap gets into your eyes, she grabs both of your wrists and slowly brings them down to her cheeks

And Oh My God the way she gently looks over your face, a soft pink dusting her perfect face, the way her puffy pink lips part--

You think you'd be content dying like this as she leans in to kiss you delicately

Juniper will still fondly look back on that evening, not even minding that the two of you spent hours in the bath to the point her fingers pruned

Juniper still kisses you languidly-- she enjoys savoring you and your reactions to her kisses

She loves playing with your hair as you kiss, dragging her nails down your spine, as well as pinning your wrists away from her, knowing that you pine over her touch so much

The only time that her kisses change from soft and passionate to hungry and rough is when you trail kisses down her neck and nibble on her ear

She'll destroy you oml

This one was fun to write! All the other ones were two but something about these three were different from the others. I hope that I'm getting the characterizations correct but it's hard due to limited interactions with them. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed! 💗

#fom balor #fom juniper #fom reina #fields of mistria #fields of mistria asks #answered asks #asks #headcanon #hibischush writes #seashell border cred @sseuda!

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reinafish · 2 days ago

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Sonic is aroace but Blaze is THE exception

#reina’s main sonic au!!#took 3 attempts to write it right #sonaze #sonic the hedgehog #blaze the cat

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theereina · 2 months ago

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Where You Going?

Pairing: Toxic Husband!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +3.8K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, baby girl, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), P in V, Dom!Terry, Toxic!Terry, alluding to spanking *if you squint*, rough sex

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

As my opened suitcase lay on the bed, I only thought of getting as much of my stuff packed before he came home. I had no other priorities besides leaving. It was 7:02, so I had less than 2 hours before he left work.

“Fuck! I can't find my ring,” I said rushing into the bathroom.

I was struggling to search for it in the chaos I had created. The entire house was a mess. I had singlehandedly destroyed every room in less than 4 hours. No room was left unturned, and I didn't care about how the house looked. This would become his problem after I left. Maybe, he would finally pay attention to something other than his job and friends.

I lifted all of the items on the bathroom counter. To my surprise, I still couldn't find it. I remembered taking it off and sitting it on the counter before doing my hair a few days ago. The prongs always found a way to get tangled in the coils of my 4c hair. I chose to take the ring off rather than deal with my hair constantly getting snagged. Since removing my ring was something I always did, I didn't notice that I didn't have it until this morning.

“You know what?! He'll find it. I don't care anymore,” I said, huffing as I leaned against the counter.

I looked into the mirror, taking in my appearance. This was something I hadn't done in weeks. I was frightened by my reflection in the mirror. My hair hadn't been done in weeks. I was still slicking back the same low bun from almost a month ago. There wasn't an eyelash left in my lash extensions. My eyes were sporting dark circles and sunken from exhaustion. My chin and forehead were covered in stress pimples. Had I really let this man's bullshit drain me of the energy to even take care of myself?

“Arghhh… What the fuck is happening to me?” I said, swiping everything thing off the counter onto the floor.

I stumbled backward and braced myself against the outside glass of the shower door. I was falling apart at the seams. There was no way in hell I would spend another moment crying. All I wanted was for my husband to notice me and say something.

I hadn't heard an “I love you” in weeks. We barely slept in the same bed because he was always working overtime. Even simple conversations were non-existent or interrupted by phone calls. I was tired of the same fucked up routine— wake up, work, gym, home, sleep. Terry was no longer even a part of my current life routine, and he, for damn sure, wasn't making me a part of his.

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling dizzy. I knew that meant my anxiety was about to start whooping my ass.

As I walked up to the bed, I pushed a pile of unwanted clothes out of my way. I practically threw myself on the bed. I lay back and began taking deep breaths. I needed to calm down.

After what I thought was a minute or so, I leaned up and stared at my suitcase. I was honestly so exhausted after today.

I looked down at the watch on my wrist. It read 7:34. Realizing I was running out of time, I grabbed the suitcase and zipped it quickly. I wanted to be gone well before he left work so there was no chance of us running into each other.

I stood up, holding the suitcase. I let it fall to the floor and extended the handle. I turned towards the bedroom door. All I had to do now was walk out the front door and leave.

I took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. Walking out into the hallway, the house felt eerily quiet. Pulling the suitcase down the hall, I realized how cold it was inside the home. That meant it was even colder outside.

I left my suitcase to sit at the corner of the wall which led to the opening of the living room. I quickly turned on my heels and walked back towards the room. I practically sprinted through the open door. Walking back to the bed, I began to toss the clothes onto the floor in search of a small jacket or sweater. Once I found the top of my black velour tracksuit, I slipped it on and zipped it up.

Back on my mission, I exited the room. It was the same ordeal as before. I went back down the hall, grabbed my suitc—. Where's my suitcase? I stopped to stare at where my suitcase was supposed to be. I turned back to look down the hall. I walked into the living room and began to panic.

“Where you going?” said a male's voice. I knew that voice all too well— Terry.

I spun around to find him sitting in a recliner in the dark. I couldn't see anything but the outline of his frame. Even in this state, his energy was nerve-racking.

“Huh?” I asked, spotting my suitcase on the floor beside him.

“I mean, you walked in here and put your suitcase down like you were about to go somewhere. So, where you going?” he asked, standing from the recliner.

With that statement, I realized Terry had been here the whole time. There was no telling when he had gotten home.

“Baby girl, I asked you a question. Where you going?” he asked, crossing his arms.

From this angle, I still couldn't see him. The small amount of moonlight from the window only illuminated the bottom of his pants and shoes. I felt like I was talking to a shadow which was making this so much harder than it needed to be.

I refused to answer his question. I knew if I talked it would only lead to me stuttering like a fool.

I quickly walked across the living room and snatched the suitcase from the floor. I turned to make a beeline for the door.

“You don't think I noticed your spoiled ass pouting?” Terry asked, causing me to stop in my tracks.

“Well, you didn't act like you did!” I yelled as I turned to face him. Unbeknownst to me, Terry was now right behind me. Not a sound was made to alert me of his movements. I stood there in shock, startled by his presence.

“Why should I? You're a grown a— grown woman. You have no problem using your mouth any other time. Why didn't you this time, huh? You forgot how to communicate, love?” Terry asked, leaning down.

As much as I wanted to curse him out, I couldn't. Every emotion was raging through me all at once.

“Fuck you!” I yelled, fighting back tears of anger.

I was pissed at myself. I had planned out this whole scenario— how I would act and what I would say. It was as if everything went out the window when he was in my face.

“Simmer down, baby girl,” Terry said, kissing my forehead.

“Or, what?” I said, stomping my foot and pushing him away.

Terry stood there, glaring at me. I don't know whether he was pissed or impressed. Hell, he may have been both. I forced myself to hold eye contact, trying my hardest to stand my ground.

Terry stood to his full height and scoffed. He took a single deep breath and let his hand run over his mouth. He was clearly agitated, but I couldn't care less.

I pulled the suitcase closer to me, backing up towards the door. Terry reached out and grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

“Hey!” I yelled.

I reached out to snatch it back, but Terry was quicker. He pushed the suitcase behind his back.

“You want it, then come get it!” he said, walking towards the hallway.

“Fuck it. I don't need it,” I said, turning to walk towards the door.

I open the door halfway before Terry's hand reaches over me to slam it shut, bracing his hand against the door. I tried to pry the door open, but even with one hand, Terry was stronger than me. I yell out in frustration.

“Imma ask you one more time. Where you going?” he asked, looking down at me.

I walked back into the living room, pouting. This was clearly not going the way I planned.

“Leave me the hell alone!” I yelled, turning back to the door where Terry was standing. His body acting a blocker.

“Imma let you know this now if you walk out this door, I'm changing the damn locks. TONIGHT!” Terry shouted, pointing at the door behind him.

“You can't lock me out of my house!” I yelled, getting closer to him.

“Our house, and try me. I can, and I will!” Terry declared, crossing his arms. He widened his stance as he glared at me.

“I can't stand you!” I said, throwing my hands in the air.

“Oh, really. That's how you feel, baby girl?” he said, smirking.

“That's what the fuck I said, ain't it?” I rebutted.

“You know what? Fine, here. You wanna leave so bad. Go! Here's your chance. I'm not even gonna stop you!” he said, putting the suitcase in front of me and opening the door.

I placed my hand on the handle. I stood there unsure of what to do. Why the fuck was he just giving up like this? What the fuck was going on?

“All you gotta do is answer my question. Where you going?” he asked, stepping closer to me.

I looked back and forth between him and the floor. I didn't have an answer because I didn't plan on having to explain myself.

“I…. I… I don't know!” I yelled, stomping angrily.

“You don't even have a plan, do you?” Terry scoffed in disbelief.

“No…. So, what?” I asked desperately trying to save face.

“Of course, you don't! Give me the suitcase,” Terry said, rolling his eyes.

“No!” I yelled.

“Give it here! I ain't asking you. I'm telling you. Do you not understand the difference, baby girl?” he asked, holding his hand out.

I contemplated my next move. Truthfully, I was all out of options. I handed Terry the suitcase. He grabs the handle and lifts the suitcase in the air. He unzipped it and dumped all of my clothes on the floor. He slung the empty suitcase across the room.

I look down at the pile of clothes in disbelief. My eyes dart back up to Terry's. This man was insane.

Terry used his foot to slam the door shut. Without turning around, he reached behind him and locked the front door.

“Don't look at me. Go in the room. We need to talk before we go to bed,” he said, flexing his hands. He stood in front of me rolling his shoulders.

“We can talk right here!” I blurted. I knew that if I walked back into our bedroom, I was in for a “treat”.

“Nah, we not doing that kinda talkin'. Let's go!” he barked.

I looked at him, fighting through my thoughts. I stood in place and crossed my arms.

“Ughh!” Terry grunted and picked me up.

“No! Put me down!” I yelled, pushing at Terry's back.

He carried me out of the living room and down the hallway. Walking into the bedroom, he placed me in front of the foot of the bed.

“You got one minute to strip, or I'm ripping it off of you myself!” Terry said, standing in front of me.

“And if I don't?” I mumbled under my breath.

“You keep acting like you really got options here. I'm being polite by letting you think you do. Don't play with me, baby girl. Strip!” Terry said.

“Why do you always do this?” I asked, pouting even harder. I threw my head back in defeat.

“Do what?” Terry asked, licking his lips. His eyebrows knitted together as he waited for an answer.

“This! You always… just… I don't know. This! I can never just leave!” I shouted. I didn't know what to say.

“Take a second to think about what you just said. You do this same thing over and over again. Yet, every time you do I stop you. If I am always able to stop you, did you ever wanna leave? Love, maybe I know my wife better than she does. Maybe, I'm used to your bullshit and tantrums, baby girl,” Terry said through gritted teeth.

“I hate you,” I sulked, feeling stupid. He had me all figured out. This was pissing me off.

“You what?” Terry challenged, getting closer.

“You heard me. I fucking hate you!” I yelled in Terry's face.

“Hahaha, imma make you eat those words. I hope you know that. Tuh! You so funny, baby girl,” Terry laughed, leaning so that his forehead rested on mine. “Now, strip! Don't think I forgot. Since you wanna play games, you got 30 seconds this time,” he lulled as he stood back and crossed his arms.

I begin to strip as slowly as possible. I unzipped my jacket at a turtle’s pace and pulled the arms of my jacket off one at a time. I could see this was pissing Terry off. His face was telling it all as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

Without warning, Terry grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. Clothes be damned!

20 minutes later

I had taken my punishment of 15 spankings with pride. Honestly, that was nothing compared to what he was doing right now.

“You gone clean this shit up, right?” Terry said, pounding my pussy in.

I could feel his dick bottoming out and kissing my cervix with ease. I knew he was going to wear my ass out, but I didn't expect this. He hadn't let up since we started. He went from tearing my ass up to stuffing me with dick.

“Yes, Daddy!” I screamed out.

Every inch of his dick was being swallowed by my pussy. He didn't care that I was fighting for my life. He was too busy watching himself slide in and out of me— egotistical green-eyed bastard.

Terry grabbed the back of my legs and pushed them into my chest. My knees were practically hitting the mattress. I was feeling an intense burn in my abdomen and thick thighs from this man folding me in half.

“Baby girl just wanted some dick, huh?” he asked as his hips snapped against my already sore ass.

“Yes, I'm sorry!” I moaned out into the air.

I glance up at Terry to find him smirking at me. Terry's arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer.

“Nah… You hate me. Remember?” he asked as a devilish grin spread across his face.

He flattened his body on top of me and let his full weight fall on me, pressing me into the mattress. I didn't know what this position was, but I knew it was about to fuck me up.

As if his dick was magic, this position made me feel like he was deeper than before. How? His dick couldn't grow, could it?

He rested his forehead on mine and looked into my eyes.

“Tell me you hate me, now! Come on! Go ahead! I wanna hear it!” Terry said, leaning in and kissing me softly.

Terry slowed his strokes down, punishing me. Unfortunately, I couldn't speak or think. I didn't know what he expected from me.

“Daddy, I can't!” I mewled through gritted teeth. Hot tears flowed freely down the sides of my face.

“Nah. Stop telling me what you can't do! Tell me you hate me again. I wanna hear it!” Terry said, sliding his hand around the front of my neck.

Terry applied a small amount of pressure to the front of my throat, causing me to whimper from the pressure. I was beginning to squirm under him. I couldn't focus on anything but my half-assed breathing.

“Don’t worry, love. I'm about to make you hate me,” he said, kissing me again.

He grabbed a hold of the back of my neck and pulled me onto his lap. Lifting me slightly, he reached his hand between us to enter me again. I let out a small and desperate whimper. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. (position)

“You givin’ up on me? Baby girl… Look at me. Stay focused on me,” he said, thrusting upward.

Sadly, I was too fucked out to fuck back. It was as if all of the power and energy he had left was being used against me right now. His hands gripped the underside of my ass tightly. Using this as leverage, he would lift me a little and let me drop down into his thrusts.

I promise you from this day forward I will never tell this man I hate him again. The sound coming from our skin slapping together was deafening and thunderous. I couldn't believe the amount of energy this man still had. My pussy was gonna love hate me later.

“Daddy wants your apology to be as loud as your disrespect! Let me hear it!” he shouted, pulling my hair so that my face was pointed at the ceiling.

It was clear to me that this was purely punishment for me and amusement for him.

“You wanna cum, baby girl?” Terry asked, kissing all over my face.

“Yes, Daddy!” I groaned, falling into him.

“Then, I better hear my goddamn apology! Come on! You better not cum before I get it either!” Terry said, licking the side of my neck.

I honestly could have cum from that alone. I moaned out in a whimper. His hands released from my body, but I knew better than to think he was done. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over. Using one hand, he pulled me back onto him and into a kneeling position. His chest now rested against my back.

“Don't move,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my shoulders and neck.

Entering me again with ease, he wrapped one hand around my throat while holding my body taut to his. In this position, I could feel every breath he took.

“Now, what did I say? You can't cum until you apologize, right?” he taunted.

His thrusts became slow and intentional. It was evident that Terry had a point to make, and he was going to drive it home whether I could handle it or not.

As if he could hear my thoughts, his other hand found my clit. He began rubbing and stroking along the underside of it. I felt like I was physically melting.

Before he could say another word, I began to speak. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I don't… ahh… fuck… I don't hate you. Please!” I screamed into the air.

I was being fucked into submission clearly because instead of letting up, he went harder. His fingers began to rub my clit even faster, his other hand tightened around my throat, and his stroke became more vicious. I was falling and fast. My ears were ringing and listening was becoming impossible.

“Nah… Say… that… shit… louder. Come on!” he said, enunciating with every thrust.

I gasped and drew in a deep breath, causing me to cough.

I could finally feel the beginning signs of his orgasm, which meant relief was near. However, I knew Terry could hold off as long as he needed or wanted to.

“Please, Daddy! I’m sorry. I’ll never… ahh.. I’ll never say it again. Please, just let me cum!” I yelled even louder than the first time.

I was struggling to catch my breath at this point. I was so close. I could feel the muscles of my pussy tightening around Terry’s dick like a boa constrictor, and the pressure building up in my abdomen had reached its peak.

Pulling me back into a kiss, Terry spoke low and directly into my ear. “Cum! Now! You… got… this,” he said in between kisses.

With a potency laced with pleasure, I released the biggest flood I ever had. My legs began to shake, and my body fell forward. Terry instantly tightened his hold on me, forcing me to stay up. I couldn't feel my legs. I wanted nothing more than to sleep, preferably under him.

“Oh, baby. We’re almost done. Let Daddy finish,” Terry rumbled into my ear.

It wasn't like I had a choice anyway. He clearly wasn't stopping. He let go of my body, letting me fall forward with his dick still inside me. Of course, he would finish like this. His favorite position is doggy style. Placing one hand on my upper back, his hips dipped with every thrust. Miraculously, I felt the need to cum again. I wasn't even going to ask for permission with this one. Hell, I couldn't.

“That’s right, baby. Now, tell Daddy what we learned?” Terry demanded.

I pressed my face into the mattress because how in the hell was he expecting me to speak? Pulling my head up by my hair and undoing the last remnants of what was supposed to be a bun, he positioned me on all fours.

“Talk! I need to know that this ain't gone ever happen again. Because in this house, we respect Daddy, right?” he said, slowing his strokes again.

‘Ahhh, fuck… Yes, we… Daddy respect!” I yelled drunkenly.

“Awww, listen to my baby. You so dick dumb, right now. Daddy’s dick fuckin’ you up, huh?” he asked, pounding into me slowly.

All I could do was respond with a low yes and moan, causing Terry to let out a ragged laugh.

“Mmmm… cumming, now!” I yelled.

“Daddy is too. Don’t move!” he said, gripping my hip and pushing me deeper into the mattress.

Terry’s climax crashed with mine. His cum and mine flooded my pussy. The intense combination of fluids forced Terry out of me. I fell forward on the bed, immediately laying flat on my stomach. My body was exhausted and sore. I crashed into recovery mode as my eyes immediately shut. I was practically half-asleep as soon as my body hit the bed.

Terry laughed behind me. “And what did we learn?” Terry asked, stepping backward off the bed.

“Mmm… We don't disrespect, Daddy. I'm sorry. I love you,” I mumbled.

“That’s what the fuck I thought,” Terry said, smacking my ass.

The lesson of today is that I’m not going any-fuckin’-where.😉

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chaesonghwas · 3 months ago

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justi. jus. jus babe. justi.

the one with the flowers. i need that ficlet.

HI BABE!!! FLOWERS!!!!!

y'all mentioned sunflowers being charles' fav flower on anna's bday fic and now that will be my headcanon forever, so have this little ficlet in return 💖💖 i hope u like itttt

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

It all starts with a stupid interview - one of those TikTok things for the F1 page, asking unconventional interview questions.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

“Huh.” Charles had looked deep in thought, brows furrowed and lips pursed. Utterly adorable, like always. The backdrop of the bright pink flowers in the Singapore paddock made his green eyes pop. “Sunflowers, I think.”

And it made Pierre pause because -

Even after so many years, he doesn’t know everything about Charles. This silly video that Ilies had sent him with many laughing emojis - mostly because it also contains a diss at Pierre’s football skills - has revealed a truth about his boyfriend he never knew and, most importantly, that he never even bothered to ask. A twinge of guilt twists a way in his stomach because Charles deserves the best - he deserves someone that cares about what his favorite flower is and someone who won’t give him generic flower bouquets.

That’s why he ends up at Charles’ doorstep in Monaco carrying a sunflower bouquet he can barely fit in his arms, when he most definitely should be in Milan preparing to train with Ben. Pierre might have gotten a little carried away, he’ll admit.

“Hello?” Charles asks over the intercom after Pierre rings the doorbell, a little confused. Maybe he should’ve texted ahead, Pierre thinks.

Pierre puts on his deepest voice as he answers. “Special delivery for Charles Leclerc.”

He doesn’t expect that to work, but Charles buzzes him in so Pierre rides the elevator up to his apartment. A wave of doubt washes over Pierre, but he trudges ahead and knocks on Charles’ apartment door. “Delivery!” he repeats in that deep voice.

When the door flies open, Pierre hears Charles gasp of surprise and he just about melts into the floor in a pile of goo. He loves him - he loves him so much. “Oh my god, Pierre.”

“Hi, calamar.” He tries to poke his head out from between the stems, but he’s mostly unsuccessful. “I brought you flowers.”

“For what? Shouldn’t you be in Milan right now?” His words are formatted like a reprimand, but his tone is more emotional than anything.

“Does there have to be a reason? Can’t I just be a good boyfriend?”

Can’t it just be because I love you and you deserve good things?

Pierre thinks that but he doesn’t say it because this thing between them is still fairly new and raw and growing - they haven’t said I love you as a couple yet but Pierre can reel it in and wait, because he wants to give this time and he has known Charles is the big love of his life since he was about thirteen, so he’s not worried. He hopes that for now the sunflowers will be enough to communicate to Charles how he feels - I love you, I care about you, you’re my sun.

“You are the best boyfriend,” Charles answers, a little choked up. “It’s beautiful, thank you Pear. Now come in and set the flowers down so I can kiss you stupid, yeah?”

“Nothing would make me happier.” Charles giggles at Pierre’s words and grabs his wrist to lead him inside, sending sparks flying up his arm. When he finally manages to set the flowers down on the table, Charles kisses him and walks them backwards into his bedroom.

“Sunflowers are my favorite, you know?” Charles muses after, in a post orgasm haze. Charles has a hand splayed across Pierre’s chest and his head tucked in his boyfriend’s neck, content and relaxed.

“I know.”

Charles doesn’t give a verbal answer, he just lifts his head and squints at Pierre. When Pierre chuckles guiltily, knowing he has probably clocked on to him listening to the interview, Charles just lets his head fall and cuddles back into Pierre with a quiet hum.

#piarles #piarles fanfiction #piarles fic #justi writes #los girasoles son flores amarillas......... charles leclerc es floricienta confirmed...........#sdhgaj gracias x el prompt mi reina 💖💖

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marchofmistria · 5 months ago

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What age do you HC all the bachelors/bachelorettes as in Fields of Mistria?

March: 25

Ryis: 26

Hayden: 40

Balor: 30

Eiland: 25

Olric: 29

Caldarus: ???

Valen: 39

Juniper: 32

Reina: 25

Adeline: 26

Celine: 23

Need to hear everyone's thoughts!!

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lucidoasis · 1 month ago

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A/N: Phew. This one is going out to my beloved Nero babes: @milkandstarlight, @unluckywisher, and @inkblotgalaxies. I hope you ladies enjoy this. 🖤

Full disclosure this is canon-divergent Nero to the fucking T, as I'm writing Nero as a double agent, with a nice ass place and a small pool in his bathroom all courtesy to Emi's (my darling moondrop) beautiful mind; she basically cowrote this honestly; whispering in my ear. So, fuck it we ball. Anyways! I hope you all enjoy a dip of this menace of a canon-divergent Nero that has infiltrated my goddamn mind.

Posted on AO3: You Are My Antidote

"Oh come on! It's been a while since we got to go out and you guys did amazing with the mission! It calls for a celebration!" Tara whined, tugging on the sleeves of your hunter outfit, her eyes gleaming excitement and it almost broke your heart that you had to decline.

Your mental capacity said no and for once, you have to oblige.

"Tara, I adore you, really... but I just want to get these reports done and head back home," you said, hope filled in your eyes, even if you already knew she would understand.

She sighed, planting her hands on your shoulders before nodding her head, "alright, fine."

She gave you a brief hug and you returned the energy one hundred percent before waving to her and the others as they filed out of the office.

A relieved sigh emitted through your lips as you plopped down onto your chair and began working on the reports.

Unbeknownst to you, Nero was still in the building, and he had been hit with the aphrodisiac protocore. Of course, this shouldn't be any surprise, considering the first area the protocores were brought into was the data analytics team.

He had also rejected the invitation to join the team in their celebration for a successful raid. Then again, it wasn't really his cup of tea to begin with, and unlike with you, the team didn't bother to push him to join them.

'If he wanted to, he would' was their resolve.

He knew that he had been hit by the aphrodisiac, but he figured that it wasn't so bad considering that the effects were little to none, and he was doing just fine.

Until his space began to heat up, his heartrate gradually increased as he tapped his fingers against his keyboard, causing him to lean back and undo his tie from around the collar of his uniform, the buttons of his shirt next. Yet, it still wasn't enough, and he began growing frustrated, forgetting that he actually wasn't alone in the office.

Having completed a decent amount of work, you decide to take a break and stretch your limbs. You walked around the office and stopped near the data analytics side when you heard noises. As you got closer to the area, you began making out the noises you were hearing.

Heavy breathing, frustrated groans, and at some point a slam of a fist against a desk, whilst the sound of papers fluttered about soon following after.

You peek around the corner and you find the source of the sound. Nero. You didn't think anyone else would be in the building and it's more surprising than not when you see Nero, but having thought he had left once Captain Jenna and Andrew announced the mission complete.

"Nero?" You called out loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to startle him as you advanced to his desk.

The male had his head down, his breathing becoming heavier and more prominent as you stepped closer before a hand raised up to stop your movement.

"Stay- Stay right there," and it almost took you back to the first time you met him, only this time his voice was gravely, hinted with a struggle to keep it steady, "you should go."

His words were anything but a gentle suggestion, but more riddled with a warning. As if you were stepping into territory that would have you regretting it the moment you think about trying to back away from it. Yet, there was this pull to Nero that you couldn't ignore.

Curiosity peeked its little head like a devil on your shoulder, encouraging you to feed into the curiosity that traced in your mind.

You stepped forward, but you're not sure if it was you or your mind suddenly making the advances; you couldn't stop yourself from doing so either. So, you disregard his warning, you move closer until you're next to him, a hand gently landing on his shoulder, easing him into a sitting position and that's when you see his visage.

He is flushed from his face down his chest, a couple more buttons having been undone from his uniform, his tie haphazardly clinging to the edge of his desk, his glasses set to the side and as your gaze drifted down, you see the intricate freckles decorating his décolletage like constellations, you forget where you are as you reach out to brush your fingers along them.

His breath hitched at the mere touch of your fingers on his burning skin, his chest heaving up and down as he attempted to steady his breathing, causing him to grab onto your wrist, his slender digits curling around it as he looked up at you.

"I said you should leave, didn't I?" His words were beginning to slur, your eyes widening as you attempted to pull your hand away.

"Nero, you don't look so good, wait here... I'll get you some water—"

Your words were cut off the moment Nero tugged and had you nearly falling onto him against the chair. Thankful for your quick reflexes, you stopped yourself from doing so, but there was a hint of a smirk that briefly appeared on his lips before it disappeared.

"I just need to go home," he spoke heavily, eventually letting go of your wrist.

You nod your head, as if the two of you were silently communicating on what to do next. Having chosen to bring him back to his place since the distance was much closer than yours, after grabbing his glasses and placing them back onto his face, you help him out of his chair then wrapped his arm around your neck whilst your arm snaked around his waist.

You guided him to the elevator and he reached out to hit the down button, ushering the both of you into the lift once it arrived.

The ride down felt like ages, Nero groaning near your ear didn't help either as your cheeks flushed from not only the close proximity, but the fanning of his breath against your skin. He seemed to be resting, leaning his body against yours in almost a slumping manner before his head lifted.

With a hand resting behind your head, he shifted to move in front of you, capturing your chin as he tilted your head up. Your eyes lock with one another, and for a moment panic rose in your chest when realizing what might be happening and the fact you're still in the Association building, but before you could even protest, you feel his warm lips against yours and for just a brief moment, you allow it to happen, melting into the kiss until your senses came back, pushing him away and breaking the kiss.

He stumbled back and you reached out to steady him.

"We can't do that here, Nero..." You said, an obvious disappointment tone in your words as you pointed to where the cameras were.

Nero's gaze lifted to where you were pointing as he grunted, "right, yeah, sorry... that was out of line of me."

Yet, when you heard those words, he didn't sound apologetic at all.

Once the lift reached the ground floor, you flagged a cab and entered it along with Nero. He gave his address to the driver as he faced the window, planting his forehead against the cool surface. Every once and awhile, his hand would find your arm to squeeze it as if a method to keep himself grounded throughout the duration of the ride.

You thank the driver, handing him the money as you helped Nero out of the cab and into his place. It wasn't easy and due to ensuring that you get him into his home as best as you can, the spaciousness of the vicinity completely goes over your head as you settled Nero unceremoniously onto his sofa.

Whatever he was trying to say was muffled against the sofa as his back lifted then eased down in a deep huff. You shook your head and laughed in amusement.

"Stay here, I'll see if I can find anything to help," you ordered and didn't bother to let him answer back as you moved to locate his bathroom not too far away from him.

Nero's home was dined in vaporwave aesthetics, from neon lights and bits of pieces of artwork curated with designs of the old internet days and images. Hell, he even had a small pool in his bathroom decorated with more neon lights, it was completely different to what you had thought of a data analytics employee to even have, what with the wages the Hunters had, this all appeared way out of budget. And yet, the place was soothing nonetheless. It matched him perfectly, you concluded as you thought back to him then shook your head.

Right, focus.

You head to the medicine cabinet, digits hovering over the many pill bottles, but found nothing that you thought would remedy his current predicament. Perhaps some pain killers to bring down his obvious fever? Wait. Was he in pain? You cursed under your breath for not bothering to look through the files of possible antidotes you could make to counter the symptoms.

With a defeated sight easing from your lips, you close your eyes and look down before closing the medicine cabinet. When you lifted your head, you saw the silhouette of someone standing by the door.

You didn't hear Nero stir from the sofa, or you were too focused trying to find something to help, regardless his sudden appearance caught you by surprise.

"Are you feeling better, Nero?"

You asked and your body naturally stepped back only to be met by the edge of the sink as you saw Nero advancing toward you, his uniform completely undone, his chiseled chest gleaming under the neon lights, sweat dripping down the expanse of it as his hands reach out gripping tightly onto your hips.

"Why are you still here?" He questioned, his breath much more labored, his eyes dilated as he squeezed your hips in a bruising force, "you should've left." He spoke as he leaned forward, cupping your chin and keeping your head in place. "Whatever, you're mine now."

Before you could even say anything back, his lips are on yours in a searing kiss, much more than the last one he initiated in the elevator. This time, however, you don't stop him and you find yourself melting into the kiss, your eyes fluttering shut with your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers carding through his hair as Nero pressed his hips against yours, a growl emitting as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Your tongues danced sloppily, the heat rising in the bathroom causing the mirror to fog up slight before he broke the kiss. Saliva connected your lips and his before it's severed when he spun you around, grabbing onto your hands and guiding them to plant against the mirror. His erection now pressed against your ass as his hands glided back down to your hips with another firm squeeze. You can tell he was trying to hold back from completely devouring you, but the aphrodisiac and simply your presence doesn't help his case.

His mouth trailed kisses along the base of your neck, up to your ear, a nip against the shell as his breath fanned against your ear.

"Fuck, you're driving me insane," he groaned, his voice heavy with desire as he's grinding his hips nearly desperately against yours, his hands gliding down to the hem of your dress, gathering it around your waist as his fingers dipped briefly into the waist band of your panties, tugging at them almost teasingly. "I need you."

He can feel your body shivering by his touches and words, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at you through the mirror, and you see a glare in his glasses before he's taking them off, discarded somewhere on the counter or not, he didn't care where they ended up. He rolled his hips, a groan emitting once more as he lifted a hand to tug the straps of your dress down your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin there before his other hand slid down between your legs, dipping into your panties and rubbing his fingers between your wet folds.

"Damn. You're soaking wet..." He chuckled with amusement laced with mischief in his eyes whilst gathering your slick as he circled his digits around your sensitive nub, "I guess you weren't spared from the effects of the aphrodisiac either, huh?"

"Sh-Shut up..." You quipped weakly, albeit your legs parting to give him more room and shaking briefly clearly proved him right. Your hand gripping onto the edges of the sink as if holding onto any sort of semblance of sanity you had left.

Clearly, you were on the verge of absolutely having none.

He continued his ministrations as his other hand drummed fingers down your arm to your thigh, gripping at the flesh there before hiking your knee up the edge of the sink, making you open up to him more. The feeling of his fingers teasing at your entrance had your head spinning, tilting it back to rest against his shoulder as he removed his hand from your thigh, it roamed along your stomach and up to your chest until it met your chin, guiding your head back to face forward.

"Not the Nero you're used to, huh?" He teased, his tongue gliding along the outer shell of your ear, his gaze meeting yours and holding it there, "keep your eyes on you in the mirror, I want you to see just how pretty you look like this, weak and trembling just for me."

And it was true, this Nero was nothing like the anxiety-ridden, awkward, and quiet Nero. A man who only spoke when needed and kept a distance from everyone else.

No, this Nero was dripping with desire, the primal urge to claim you in this very room too strong for him to hold back any longer. His cover be damned, he needed you and quite frankly, you needed him.

"Nero, please ." A whine escaped the moment he pulled his fingers away.

The fact he hadn't even inserted his fingers had you craving for a feeling didn't get to experience yet.

"Patience, pretty girl. We're just getting started."

You bite back your tongue, wanting to retort but one minute he was standing tall behind you and the next, he's on his knees, tugging your panties to the side as he played with your cunt, spreading your folds teasingly before he was dipping his tongue to lick a fat stripe in between them and he growled at the far too pleasing taste of you.

"Fuck, you're delicious," he commented, delving his tongue back in as he flicked it against your sensitive nub.

His forefinger remained hooked into your panties, keeping them pushed to the side as his tongue licked along your soaking wet cunt, the noises he was making in between his moans was anything but decent, like a famished animal finally getting a taste of a meal they had been dying to feast upon and a damn good one at that.

Moans spilled from your swollen-kissed lips, your eyes gazing into the mirror, looking at how flushed you looked, your appearance anything but decent as your legs shook. Your body glistened with sweat as your walls clenched greedily around his tongue and you found yourself nearing the edge the moment he made fast movements with his tongue against your sensitive nub. He inserted two of his digits into your cunt, curling and scissoring, gradually driving you further to the edge.

"N-Nero, wait—I'm gonna—"

Nero eased his head back, but his fingers continued when heard this, making him cut you off as he gazed up at you through the mirror. "So? Let go for me," he spoke softly, a bit of a contrast to the merciless ministrations he was doing as he brought his face back to your cut, continuing to eat you out.

It didn't take long for you to tip over the edge, embarrassingly so, but Nero loved it all. He licked and sucked as you came on his tongue and he lapped it all up. He let go of your panties with a little snap to them, causing you to jump slightly and glare at him.

He laughed, easing your knee down as he turned your around to face him once more, but what he didn't expect was for you to crash your lips against his the moment your eyes caught sight of your come dripping from the side of his mouth, your tongue pushing greedily into his mouth, wanting to taste yourself on him.

He swallowed up your moans, pulling the two of you away from the counter and never breaking the kiss as he undid your dress and you tugged the rest of his clothing off his body. He walked you back to the small pool whilst tugging at the waist line of your panties, pulling them down and your walk momentarily became clumsy but you manage to step out of your panties, leaving the two of you completely naked.

The water in the pool undulated from the movement once you mounted him, his hand on your hips guiding you until you were filled to the brim by his cock. The clench of your walls had him pulsing inside of you and his grip on your hips tightened once more; you were more than sure bruises would form from how hard he held them and you didn't mind that at all, and he should be apologetic. Something in his mind told him to be, whilst the other part of his mind reminded him this was the only way for him to stop himself from fucking up into you.

Once you adjusted to him, the glide along his cock had practically soaring; your hips moved up and down in a steady motion, repeating it as you rolled your hips, riding him slowly at first and watching his facial expression turn into a pleasured one. With his eyes half-lidded and his bottom lip worrying between his teeth, he watched your the way your body worked its way against him. It was mesmerizing as your hands rested on his shoulder, giving you some leverage whilst you picked up the pace.

With each movement, he found himself getting closer to the edge, his hands landing down on your thighs and squeezing, guiding your hips and pulling you closer to him. Your knees planted on the ledge on either side of his hips before his control snapped and he held you in place, thrusting up into you with precise and deep strokes that hit that sweet spot, making you throw your head back as louder moans soon spilled from your lips.

"Nero..." A whine emitted when you tried to move your hips to meet with his, only for him to hold you more firmly against him.

He chortled, grabbing your chin and drawing you in for a kiss, whispering against your lips whilst never letting up on his thrusts and keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"Shh. You've been working since early morning, right? That mission wasn't easy either," he spoke softly, peppering kisses along the side of your face, down to your neck and nipping at the skin. He took a portion of it, tugging on it before he began littering starless galaxies on your skin, the thought of consequences non-existent in this shared moment.

"Just let me take care of you," he whispered against your sensitve skin.

He grunted as he drove deeper and harder into you, the water crashing against the sides of the pool, "fuck you feel so good." He removed one hand from your hip, splaying it out on your middle back before it drifted upwards and buried itself into your hair, grabbing a handful of it as he tugged your head back to expose your neck better for him.

He delved his head and dragged his tongue from the base of your neck, up to the underside of your jaw as he nipped at it, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest, "I know what the antidote is." He claimed, easing his head back as he admired the work he made on your marked skin.

Your breath is heavy, fingernails digging into his shoulders, dragging down angry red marks that encouraged him to fuck you harder; you leaned in, capturing his lips in a desperate and sloppy passion, eyes glazed over as you panted against his lips, "what- what's the antidote?" You gasped out, asking him in between your moans.

Nero let go of your hair, turning your head so that you eyes locked with one another; in his, there is desire and something much, much more.

"It's not meant for everyone, in fact, I won't let them have it. But for me? It is you ."

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