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lady-phasma · 2 days
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A willing pawn
Daemon Targaryen x fem! Dornish!reader
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A huge thank you to @zaldritzosrose for this amazing board. You read my mind and I don't know how you did it! An equal thank you to @black-dread for providing the missing puzzle piece to make this fic work.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, hurt/comfort if you squint, little bit of size kink, use of an infantilizing pet name (because Uncle Daddy Daemon), flimsy plot, creampie (and I truly did not plan what was going to happen there, Daemon just does whatever he wants in my brain, cheeky bastard)
Summary: You had a mission in the Stepstones, but he wasn’t as fearsome, this prince, as you had been led to believe. I’m not sure about my soft!Daemon but here he is. 4k words
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The encampment was dark, lit only by dying fires. This night had been chosen because it would be moonless. Your soft-soled shoes were silent on the rocky earth as you crept between tents. You had planned your path at sunset, marking in your memory where the prince’s tent stood. As the orange light had faded from the sky, your stomach had begun to knot and twist with anxiety.
Could you really follow through with this? You knew you were able but were you capable of such a thing. The circumstances didn’t offer you any choice in the matter. Prince Qoren Martell wanted to avoid the costs of war, in gold and lives. His war counsel thought of every possible measure they could take to win this war, including involving House Yronwood. You were a cog in a larger plan and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
You ducked around another tent and tiptoed to the edge of the large royal tent. This is as far as you had gotten in your strategy. From this point forward you could only hope for luck, as stealth wouldn’t matter when faced with the prince’s guards. You were sent here with the barest of plans and what little plan there was, was foolish. You listened for movement inside the tent and heard none. As you neared the front you expected a half-dozen guards but saw only two. You held your breath.
You couldn’t walk right up to the tent and demand to be let in. Sneaking in seemed to be impossible, but if you could, what next. Your heart pounded in your ears. Godsdamn it, you thought. You let out a shaky breath and slunk back into the shadows. When you turned around you almost walked face-first into a giant wall of armor.
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The guard almost threw you into the tent but did not relinquish his grip on your elbow. You grunted and jerked your arm away from him as you stumbled into the large room. You caught your balance and stood up straight. The ground was covered in rugs. A table laden with maps and documents stood in the center. Next to it sat the Prince.
“We found this creeping about outside, your highness,” the guard grumbled.
Prince Daemon lounged in his chair, legs outstretched, crossed at the ankles. He was peeling a pear, paused mid-knife-stroke, and looked up from under his brows. They raised slightly, seemingly amused, but he didn’t bother to lift his head. He resumed his peeling.
“Leave us,” he commanded without looking up. You heard the guard’s armor as he left but didn’t take your eyes from the prince.
“What terrible deed have you been sent to do child?” He didn’t look at you, only sliced a bit of pear and popped it in his mouth. When you didn’t respond he brushed aside papers to make space on the table and laid down the knife and pear. He wiped his hands on a napkin, dropped it next to them, and stood up. Finally, he looked at you. He finished chewing, swallowed, and wiped one corner of his mouth with his thumb.
He strode toward you, sucking the pear juice off his thumb and assessing you. Much of your face was covered by your hood, stay strands of dark hair were visible but your features were cast in shadow. He dipped his head slightly and looked closely, standing only a few paces in front of you. His silver hair swung loose from his shoulder. The violet of his eyes was unnerving. You squared your shoulders.
“I am no child,” you replied, leaving off the honorific. He was no prince of yours.
“Is that so?” Daemon reached for your hood and flicked it back from your head. The only hint of surprise he allowed to show was a brief widening of his eyes. You were well aware the effect your father’s blue eyes had when set against the sienna skin you got from your mother. You narrowed your icy eyes at him.
“I’m gown enough to make it this far into your camp, am I not?” Daemon chuckled and flipped his hair back over his shoulder. He clasped his hands behind his back and smiled at you.
“I suppose so… but you did get caught, little one.”
Your cheeks flamed and you wanted to strike him but the smile on his face caught you off guard. Had he just winked at you? You were too frustrated to think and that wink made your blood boil. This was not going at all how you had expected when the guard snatched you up. Daemon didn’t so much as blink when you moved your hands from inside your cloak to push your hood back further. He was amused with you. The handle of your dagger glinted in the candlelight and caught his eye.
“So you were sent here to assassinate me?” He smiled that infernal smile. “Would you say it is going well?”
“Time will tell,” you answered through gritted teeth. Then he laughed at you, actually laughed. You clenched your hands into fists at your sides.
He took a step toward you and you tensed. You hadn’t the faintest idea what this man would do. You had only heard the rumors and propaganda in Dorne. When he reached out, you tried to take a step back from him.
“Uh-uh,” he commanded quietly. Then his hand dipped into your cloak and before you could move to stop him, he snatched your dagger out of your belt. He spun it lazily around, watching it dance in the light.
“This might have done the trick,” he spoke to the blade, not to you. “But I imagine someone with more experience should have been entrusted with it.” His eyes flicked back to your face. “Though, perhaps there were none as fierce as you.”
With absolutely no thought in your mind, you lunged forward and tried to grab the weapon from him. He deftly moved it out of your reach and grabbed your wrist with his other hand.
“As I said: fierce,” he quipped. You tugged your arm against his grasp to no avail.
“But I must!” You almost snarled at him. His expression wasn’t surprise but interest. He let you go and turned to lay your weapon on the table. When he faced you again a small smile was set on his mouth.
“Must you?” He raised an eyebrow. “If a child assassin has been sent to slay me, Dorne must be desperate indeed.”
“I am not a child! I am a woman grown, of 20 years!” You had no idea why this infuriated you but the prince knew that it did. He grinned again.
“Pardon me, my Lady. I should have said a ‘small’ assassin,” he mocked you. It was somehow kind. You were taken aback by his jest, by his demeanor. You hadn’t taken the time to pause and evaluate Prince Daemon. You had only been concerned with the ramifications of your failure.
Now that you looked, you saw a man not much older than yourself. A man who moved with experience in battle, with an ease not unlike your own. Graceful, even. Then he did the most unexpected thing. He extended his hand, offering you to sit in the chair opposite his. You had come here to threaten his life and now he was treating you like a guest! You gawped.
Before you could decide what to make of the situation, Daemon slid down into his chair and stretched his legs out again, completely unwary of you. He glanced at you one more time as he reached for his unfinished pear. You were too shocked to do anything other than sit. You closed your mouth and sat down across from him. You slipped your cloak off of your shoulders as you sat. Your common clothes weren’t uncomfortable but you weren’t used to them. You tried to adjust them as you sat but instantly became more frustrated. Daemon’s eyes on you didn’t help to easy your new-found insecurity. You were meant to have been unseen.
“Who sent you?” The blunt nature of his question startled you.
“And why should I tell you?” you retorted. You were behaving as if you were at home entertaining men you had grown up with. This was madness.
“I believe I am owed an explanation as it was my life you were planning to take. Also, what else is there to do?” He popped a slice of pear in his mouth. His eyes didn’t leave yours. “Let’s start with your name, shall we?”
You hesitated, but he was right: what else was there to do. You could sit in silence until he decided to have you executed. You could try to run from the tent only to be caught and executed sooner. So you told him your name and your house name.
“Very good,” he tossed the knife and pear back on the table. “What did Martell threaten? What predicament did he put you in?”
Your eyes widened. Was Prince Martell’s reputation so tainted, so sullied, outside Dorne?
“Not him,” you spoke quietly. “Though I suppose, ultimately, he knows. We are not a political house but we have wealth that is necessary for Dorne to succeed.” Your eyes flicked down from his at the last word. You weren’t sure why but you felt ashamed for being in this position, had all along if you thought about it.
“So if not the prince himself…” Daemon paused, waiting for your answer.
“His war counsel,” you replied. “They have many strategies in play, I’m sure, but one is to ‘motivate’ certain houses to bring the war to an early end. I have no knowledge of the other plans. I only know that my father was threatened. Whatever that threat was, it was powerful enough for him to send his youngest daughter to the Stepstones.”
There it was. You had spilled it out to the enemy in a gush and felt like vomiting or crying or fleeing. You looked up from your lap. Daemon was studying you. Once again he surprised you. Perhaps you expected him to mock you but the kindness on his face somehow made your situation more real. You bit your lip to stop the tears. You would not cry. You were angry and frightened and when the prince had called you a child it made those feelings more real.
“What choice did you have?” He sounded almost compassionate. This couldn’t be the petty tyrant you were warned against, who would rape, or torture, or kill you if you were caught. “You came all this way on an errand not of your choosing and meant to go through with it. That’s more than a little honorable, don’t you agree?”
You had no idea. You were confused and overwhelmed and angry. You had never been a zealot, but you had been more sure of your mission when the target was evil or cruel. Perhaps he was at times, but not now.
“I suppose so,” you muttered, trying to look anywhere but at him.
“Well what do I do with you now?” He leaned forward in his chair. “I can’t set you free. Yet I don’t want another prisoner. And you don’t want to return home as a failure. I can see that. I could keep you as a hostage and demand gold for your safe return. Would that keep your honor intact?”
You blushed, not just from his nearness but from the fact that he could see your thoughts so clearly on your face. You and your family would be dishonored if you returned unsuccessful. It would also be unfavorable to the prince to appear compassionate to would-be assassins.
“It would,” you answered. “But I do not think the ransom would be paid.”
“No? Not for a young woman as fierce and cunning as yourself? Not for someone so precious?”
Your eyes flicked up to his at this curious word. You watched him, suspicious, as he slid out of his chair and knelt in front of you.
“I think you’re quite frightened of either choice: being sent home or being held here. I don’t want you to be frightened. Maybe the Crone had a purpose for bringing you here.”
You felt your breath catch. He looked so sincere. He was intoxicating but you believed him. You didn’t want to feel relief at the prospect of no longer sneaking, hiding, being a stowaway, but you did. Almost instantly, you imagined a hot bath, a dress and not these rags, and food that wasn’t brown. Then something else flashed in your mind and the heat returned to your face.
Daemon slowly reached out to you and stroked the side of your face. He skimmed a lock of your hair with his fingers, watching it catch the light. Its deep brown shown with hints of gold. You studied him closely. When he turned his gaze back to you, your heart pounded in your chest. His eyes searched yours as he cupped your cheek in his palm.
“Gevie,” he whispered. You thought it was High Valyrian but you weren’t sure. Your lips parted almost involuntarily as you looked up at him. He leaned toward you, silver hair cascading off his shoulders. You felt his lips on yours and closed your eyes.
His hand holding your face felt safe. His lips were warm and tasted of pear. You dared not move. You were overwhelmed and confused. However, there twisted in your belly some need, some desire for him. Your chest ached with the delicious feeling of being safe. You didn’t question how this was possible so far away from home and with your “enemy” no less. So you kissed him back.
Daemon slid his other hand to frame your face. His kiss wasn’t rough, but it was deep. You had kissed men before, you were experienced in the most basic of ways. You realized now that all the men before had not kissed you, they didn’t see you. They saw a Yronwood daughter or practice for their marriage beds. You had made those choices willingly. You weren’t concerned with being married for political reasons and had enjoyed your freedom. Until now. In this moment, you felt… precious.
Tentatively, you raised a hand to him, your fingertips grazed his jaw and neck, and came to rest on his chest. He slid his hands from your cheeks as he broke the kiss. As if waiting for your permission, Daemon rested his hands on your upper arms. You kissed him in answer. His arms swept around you and scooped you up as he stood. Your head spun but you steadied yourself by putting your hands on the back of his neck.
Daemon sat you on his bed and smoothed your hair back from your face. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. He dropped it on the floor as he leaned down to kiss you. You made room for him on the bed, drawing him toward you with your kisses. He knelt between your legs, kissed your neck, and slid a hand under your shirt. You arched your back, pressing into his palm.
He brushed the underside of your breasts with the tips of his fingers and his other hand glided up your ribs. He pushed your shirt up above your breasts, fixated on your hardened nipples. His hair slid over your chest as he took one nipple in his mouth. He propped himself up on one hand and cupped your breast with the other. You moaned and writhed under him. You instinctively ran your fingers through his hair and held him against you. Daemon groaned and the sound vibrated from your chest to your core. When he pulled away you realized you had been grinding against his leg and flushed. He smiled down at you.
Wordlessly, he guided you to raise your arms so he could remove your shirt. Then he began to unlace your breeches. You watched his muscles move as he slid your pants off. You lifted your hips and giggled a little when you plopped back down on the bed as he tugged them off your legs. You weren’t shy but the action was awkward and you were quite exposed now. He tossed the breeches on the floor and smoothed a hand up your thigh. He stared, rapt, at the dark hair between your legs, so different from the silver of his own.
You bit your lip as you looked from his face, down his chest, and to the evidence of his arousal. His breeches looked uncomfortably tight now. His hands absently stroked your legs and your lower belly but paused as you sat up. You held him between your legs. When you kissed his stomach he hissed in air through his teeth. Your hands grazed over his hips and to the laces in the front of his pants. You let your fingertips glide over the shape of his erection before undoing the knot. You kissed seemingly every inch of his stomach then looked up at him as your hand dipped inside. His face was curtained by his hair as he looked down at you. You smiled as you stroked him.
Daemon moved his hands from your legs, smoothed over your hair, and then gently pressed your shoulders back. You laid down, already missing the feeling of him in your hands, but the sight of him between your legs was almost as pleasant. He leaned over you, kissing your forehead gently, then your lips, and pressed his forehead against yours.
You gasped as his fingers slid between the lips of your cunt. He licked his lips and continued to explore your wetness. Stroking, searching, learning. He circled your opening, your clit, and back again. One finger slid in easily and he grinned. You lifted your mouth to his as you lifted your hips to his hand. He slid in a second finger.
“You are so tight, little one,” he grinned down at you. You rocked your hips against his hand and moaned in reply. You placed one hand on his arm, pulling him deeper into you. With the other you smoothed his hair behind his ear and trailed your fingers down his jaw. You drug your fingertips over his lips. His eyes were dark as he watched you pleasure yourself on his hand.
“More, Daemon, please,” you moaned, saying his name for the first time. Hearing his name come from your lips pleased him immensely.
“Say it again,” he breathed as he curled his fingers inside you.
“Daemon, please.”
Slowly and with a tinge of disappointment on his face, he pulled his fingers from you. He was enjoying the sight of you but couldn’t wait any longer. He freed his cock from his breeches. Then he slid his hands up your thighs to your lower back. As he sat back he guided you onto his lap. The transition was clumsy at first, legs bumping and twisting. You both smiled as you held onto his shoulders. When you knelt over him you rubbed your clit against his cock. You rested your lips against his forehead as you rocked your lips. You moved your mouth nearer to his ear and murmured his name.
Daemon lifted your ass and placed you above his cock. With one hand between you, he guided himself into you. You sank down onto him slowly, watching his face. He clenched his jaw tight. You felt his hand move back to your ass. He let you set the pace, let you move against him. You pulled up and then sank down again, taking all of him. The moan that came from your lips was lewd and deep. You clutched at his neck, the back of his head, fingers entwined in his hair. He groaned but did not move to meet your hips. You rocked back, then forward, finding your rhythm.
He kissed your chest and breasts. His hands stroked your ass and lower back, constantly moving. You leaned forward slightly and pressed yourself against him. At this angle he wasn’t as deep in you, but you found friction against his stomach. You ground your hips into him, almost, but not quite able to get what you needed.
“Seven hells,” he panted against you. His hips had begun to move in time with yours. Your fingers twisted tighter in his hair and you tried to find that much-needed angle again. When he realized what you needed he slid a hand between you. You threw your head back as his fingers circled your clit. You sped up, fucking him hard. He kept pace with you, circling and pressing his fingers against you. You couldn’t keep a steady rhythm. You felt him brace your lower back with his hand and pull you closer to him, steadying you, supporting you. You felt your climax tug at your core and sank further onto his cock with each stroke.
“Come for me,” Daemon whispered into your neck. You did. You cried his name, clinched your fists in his hair, and buried your face against his head. You sank all the way down onto him, thighs resting on his as you shook. Your cunt spasmed around his cock but he didn’t stop moving his fingers. He pressed into you with his hips, rocking under you, and bringing forth tiny gasps from you. You lips found his and you panted into his mouth. Tiny sounds mingled with his name flew out of your mouth with every movement of his fingers.
When you thought the overstimulation might be too much he moved his hand from between you. He slid his hand under your arm and pulled you down onto him by your shoulder. A new wave of pleasure crashed into you as he spilled into you. His hips stilled, holding his cock deep inside you. He came panting and moaning your name.
You wanted to sink all of your weight onto him. It took too much effort to support yourself on your aching knees. Neither of you wanted to move yet, though both of you needed to. You released your hands from his hair. You kissed him and smoothed his hair back from his face.
You smiled at him as you rose shakily from his lap. He helped you as much as he could, but your legs were numb and your head was empty. You all but fell back onto the pillows. He watched you grind your hips against the air as the last of your climax left you. His eyes were locked on his seed sliding out of you. He leaned forward, his legs shaking as well. You watched him through half-closed eyes and settled yourself on the bed. His fingers slid through his cum and you twitched as he grazed your throbbing clit. He looked into your blue eyes as he gathered more of it on his fingers. You smiled seductively as he leaned over you and raised his fingers to your lips.
You opened your mouth, your eyes never leaving his, and he painted your tongue with his seed. You closed your lips around his fingers and let him feel you swallow. He slid his fingers out and surprised you by kissing you deeply, tasting himself in your mouth.
You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. You playfully pulled his weight on top of you. He let you but also guided you both to lay on your sides. Your legs intertwined and you were a tangle of limbs for a moment. Then you buried your face into his chest and breathed in deeply. You sighed as he smoothed your hair and rested his chin on the top of your head. You were quite small in his arms. Daemon breathed deeply as he stroked down your back, your buttocks, and up again. You curled against him, one hand between you, the other resting on his hip.
“I have you now, little one,” he murmured against the top of your head.
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aeplern · 6 months
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YOUR HUSBAND SIMON RILEY
husband!simon who’s lips can’t help but curve into a smirk once he sees you all laid out in bed for him, dressed in his favorite black lingerie he bought you for valentine’s day.
husband!simon who’s been waiting to get home from work so he could bury his face deep into your thighs, while he sucks on your clit, his large hands keeping you firmly pressed into the mattress as you whine and whimper.
husband!simon who’s main goal is to pleasure you, he’s missed you, you’ve missed him. now he’s going to make up for lost time by teasing your pussy just how you like, his tongue desperately sucking on your clit as his fingers slithered down into your cunt. his thick fingers curled up in your tight pussy, making you moan and writhe in bed.
husband!simon who keeps you pressed down into the mattress, making sure you can’t get out of his grip while he’s feasting.
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raineydays411 · 9 months
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My Father's Daughter
Part 9
Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.
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In some weird way you understand Christine.
You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.
Truly, you do.
You just...genuinely don't give a shit.
You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.
You did not care.
Really, you didn't.
"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.
You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."
"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."
You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"
You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.
"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."
You smile sadly, missing your family.
It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.
And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.
But you didn't fit in.
They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.
It was depressing.
It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.
No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.
Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?
She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer
"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"
"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"
"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"
It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.
Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.
Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>
Jason is a whole different story.
See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.
Jason doesn't.
In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.
"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."
"What do you mean?"
He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.
"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.
You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.
It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.
"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."
And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.
Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.
Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.
It hurts you that they truly are a family.
And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.
Because honestly, you did
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barbiedragon · 1 year
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Hey Fae-Fae!(It's me again!) Can I please get a picture nsfw mafia! boss Daemon x poc fem reader who is all needy and warms him up while he does business please? (feel free to ignore)#❣️
Hello, you 💜 (sweet anon!) I admit I don't know much about mafia bosses except from movies/tv and other fics I've read. I also used Zendaya for reader inspiration, which is @borikenlove fault.
Warnings: C*ck warming, creampie, dirty talk, a bit of exhibitionism (Aemond walks in while they are doing the do)
WC: 1.8
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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Daemon had been gracious enough to let you use Caraxes for the afterparty after the charity gala you had helped to host.  As you glanced around the club, an amused smile crossed your lips.  Drinks were flowing as the some of the elite intermixed with those involved with the seedy underbelly of crime.  Though, in fairness, they had plenty of their own money and perhaps some of them already knew each other.  You shivered when you felt a hand slip up your exposed back.  You had felt like a queen in your green and black Valentino gown that complimented your tawny skin.
“You look fucking gorgeous,” Daemon whispered as he stepped around to face you.  Clad in his usual black Armani with his silver hair slicked back and the faint scent of cigarette smoke that clung to him.  The dull lighting in the club shimmered off the rings around his fingers, inked numbers in black on his knuckles.
“Thank you,” you smiled as your cheeks turned hot. He had three buttons undone, showing off a bit of the red dragon’s tail that wrapped around his left pec.  
“I was going to step outside for a bit, get some fresh air, want to join me?” he asked as he offered his arm.  You nodded before you slipped your arm through his, the silver bracelet around your wrist jangled softly.  You followed him into the cool night air.  He fished a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket as he leaned against the outside wall of the club.  You let go of his arm, walking a bit to breathe in the cool night air as he lit up.  You could feel his eyes on you.
“Want a drag?” he offered as he extended his hand, the dark orange embers glowing in the dusk of the evening as the thin gray whisps rolled around him.
“Just one,” you smiled before you took the cigarette then took a long drag before passing it back to him.
“It went well tonight?” he asked.  His eyes were glued on you.  That gaze made you feel naked and exposed, even while clad in the designer gown.  Goosebumps broke out across your skin.
“It did, we raised a little over a million,” you smiled.
“I bet those rich fucks could have given more.”
“Aren’t you one of those rich fucks?” you teased.  Most money might be dirty at the end of the day, but Daemon wasn’t lacking for funds.  Even if it couldn’t be traced.  The Targaryen Kings had claimed a lot territory and made a name for themselves.  Managed to put them on the top of the food chain, of course, they had made their fair share of enemies as well.  You’ll never forget the night Laena had hauled a bloody Daemon through your door, oozing from a pretty nasty slice through his chest, but you had managed to stitch him up.  You really didn’t need anyone bleeding to death on the floor of your kitchen.
“I’d be happy to make a contribution if you’d like,” he chuckled as he finished the last of the cig before he tossed it down and crushed it under his shiny leather loafers.
You stepped forward to run your hand across the areas of his exposed chest, your fingers traced over the outline of the tattoo before you leaned in to press a kiss to the simple black crown tattooed behind his ear.  The mark all members bore.  When you lifted your head, Daemon pulled you closer by the waist as his he blew a puff of smoke between your lips before his mouth crashed against yours.  The smoke swirled in your mouth, making you feel dizzy, as he his tongue claimed your own.
“Fucking hell,” he hissed as the kiss was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone in the other pocket.
You pulled away to press your cool knuckles against your hot cheeks then fussed with your still impeccably styled dark hair as he answered the phone.  
“I’ll call you back, give me five minutes,” he growled before he ended the call.  “Sorry, love…business.”
“Let me keep you company,” you offered.
“Are you sure?” he asked with a curious look on his face.
“Yeah,” you smiled before you took his hand as he guided you back inside, down the stairs towardshis office and where business was conducted.  You waited until behind closed doors before you pulled him close to kiss him again.  Those large hands squeezed your ass, and you could feel the outline of his erection through his trousers.
“Help me outta this gown, and I’ll keep you warm, baby, before you return that call,” you whispered into his ear before you bit his lobe.  “Careful though, I don’t get to keep this one.”
Rhaenyra had been the one to secure the loan of the dress and you weren’t sure they’d appreciate it being ripped to shreds from your mafia boyfriend.  Thought if they were in cahoots with Nyra, maybe they already had an inkling.
“Don’t worry,” he assured you as he stepped behind you and pulled down the zipper, carefully working it down.  It left you in just a simple black thong and gel nipple coverings.  You shivered softly for a moment until you felt his warm hands caress your skin.  “Let’s get you warmed up, baby.”
He guided you over to his desk as you followed behind like an eager foal on shaky legs.  He undid his belt then his black trousers before he pulled the thong down your legs.  You straddled his thighs, lining yourself up with his cock as you slowly sank down before you curled into the warmth of his chest.
“Fuck,” Daemon moaned softly as his cock was sheathed inside your warm cunt.  You buried your face into his neck as he got his phone out to return Laenor’s call.
Your lips pressed against Daemon’s neck as he talked to Laenor about the alliance with Mysaria to acquire some of her establishments almost going sour when Otto showed up.
“Who the fuck asked that shit head to get involved? He helps handles the books and he’s lucky I let him do that,” Daemon growled and you shivered as you felt your nipples grow hard and rub against the thin coverings.
You listened to the two go back and forth as you clenched gently around him.  His breath hitched for a moment and you smirked.  “Fuck…I’m sending Aemond in, just….keep everyone calm until he shows up.”  He ended the call then slammed the phone onto the table.
Your fingers reached up to tangle in his silver hair before you pulled his face into your chest.  His nose nuzzled the soft skin between your tits, breathing in the scent of your amber body lotion.
“Can you forget about them for ten minutes? Fuck me instead,” you instructed.
“You always did know how to calm me down,” he whispered against your warm skin.  He lifted you up with ease, careful as he moved with his cock still buried inside of you while he laid you across the desk.  Your head hung off the edge while your fingers peeled the coverings off your tits.  His lips wrapped around the warm, fawn tint of your nipples, suckling as he snapped his hips.  A deep purr escaped as your hands flew up to grab and tug on his hair as his mouth left your nipples sleek and aching in the cool air.  He straightened up, one hand curved around your hip as he rocked forward again while your fingers worked the rest of his buttons open.  You caressed his pale chest before you pinched one of his pink nipples.  It made him growl and you soon found both your wrists pinned against your sides as he began to properly fuck you.
Each thrust made your body rock forward and the desk squeak under you.  Your mewled happily.  You never wanted him to hold back with you.  You would take everything he could give you.  You watched the sweat bead across his creased forehead as flesh slapped together, his weighted balls smacking against your ass.  Knees bent back with thighs spread wide so he could sink deep inside of you.
“I’m going to fill you up….make your tummy round with my cum,” Daemon growled.
“Do it!  Make me drip with your cum!” you shouted.
With one more viscous roll of hips, you trembled into your own release as you felt him spurt inside of you then he milked out every last drop.  His cock kept it plugged into place as he leaned down to kiss you deeply, dragging his lips over your neck and chest before he pulled out.  Those large hands held your thighs open as he watched himself drip out of your swollen folds.  The cool metal of his rings felt nice against your warm, tender flesh.  As if on some sort of twisted cue, Aemond walked in, and your hands flew to your cover your face.
“Mmm, sorry,” Aemond mumbled as he bowed his head.  “I got your message.”
“I need you to head over to Silk Street and handle the negotiations with Mysaria,” Daemon said simply, his cock still out and flaccid against his trousers as he picked up his suit jacket to drape over your naked body.
“Right away,” Aemond replied with a nod as you peered through your fingers at him. His one eye flicked in your direction, the scarred one covered by his signature leather patch.  “You looked lovely this evening,” he hummed softly at you before he turned to leave.
Daemon chuckled as he tucked himself back in place then buttoned up his shirt.  “He likes you,” he noted as he helped you sit up.  He turned to open the large black cabinet that sat behind his desk to pull out one of his spare button ups for you to slip on.
“I’ve picked up on that,” you teased as you slipped your arms through the sleeves before buttoning it up.  It would do for now; you didn’t feel like squeezing back into your dress.  Your thighs were still a sticky mess and your bare ass felt sore against the wood of the desk.
“Yeah? You want him to fuck you?” Daemon growled as he stepped closer.  One hand wrapped behind your head before he tugged on your hair so you were peering up at him.
“I’d want you both to fuck me,” you smirked.
His mouth twitched before he kissed you. He grabbed his phone to send Aemond a text.  Make sure the deal is secured and I’ll let you bury your cock in her.  He sent it through then showed you the text.
“You’re an asshole, you’ll probably tie him to the chair while making him watch us fuck,” you laughed.
“Maybe, or I’ll make him eat my cum out of your pussy,” Daemon mused as his thumb stroked your cheek.  “I’m a man of my word though, if you really want it, I’ll make it happen.”
To that; you weren’t opposed. 
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When Fire Meets Fate [Mitch Rapp]
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(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)
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Summary : You couldn't feel feelings or emotions like normal humans did. But you could when your best friend's brother, Mitch the firefighter, had something to do with it.
Pairing : Firefighter!Mitch Rapp x Reader
Warning : 18+ ONLY, MINOR DNI, mentions of fire related lingo, reader is in danger, running (yes it's a warning, I've got asthma), smut, titty worship, oral (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, slight creampie, pet names (sunshine and sweetheart), mitch is kinda soft but also really much mitch i guess ??
A/N : first post in a while, this one's for birdie nonnie so hope you enjoy love !!
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Destiny had a funny way of letting things happen without any kind of warning or explanation. Everyone always repeated that bullshit about things happening for a reason and God working in mysterious ways but nobody ever tried to go deeper into this, try to explain it a little better. It was all about the vagueness and how mysterious it made them seem.
Well fuck that.
Fuck them and their stupid fate. You were the one in control and you knew it when the stupid choices you made would come back to bite you in the ass. They always did. If there was an omnipotent force to guide and even control each and every one of us, then it was doing a shit job because there was no way the decisions you made could be allowed by the universe. There had to be a pop up warning of some kinds to make you think it through at least one last time before actually doing anything.
To some, that pop up warning was sever anxiety and to other it was a little gut feeling that they enjoyed defying to test out their limits. All in all, you had neither, you were simply… empty. It was funny truly, but it made your life ten times more logical. From an outside point you were probably a psychopath with tendencies to tickle danger for the kick of it. Now, to anyone who knew better, meaning very few people, you were desperate.
It was hilarious really, poor you who simply couldn’t feel that rise in your stomach whenever something was wrong or when you were in danger. You simply couldn’t feel shit.
The doctor’s never understood why you, why or how it started. It wasn’t hereditary or anything, you simply couldn’t feel normal human emotions and you hated it, or at least you tried to. It was difficult to know what hate felt like when again, you didn’t feel things.
You had tried, through various technics and nothing had worked. You never cried when you fell and hurt yourself as a child. You weren’t in pain but it was uncomfortable. You never jumped in joy or even smiled whenever you’d be offered something, as pricy and beautiful as it was. You barely moved whenever someone was threatening you or humiliated you. The way you would look at these people right in their eyes had you nicknamed the Soul Searcher. You never lost an argument because you never let yourself be swayed by emotions such as annoyance or fear.
Your emotional impairment made you one of the best lawyers in the business. It was bad for relationships but great for money and business, so you weren’t in such a bad situation. You had learned to find great pros in a situation that pretty much seemed like a big con, another talent of yours.
For someone who couldn’t feel happiness or joy, you were very positive about most things and you were also very observant, making it very easy for you to study emotions and mimic them. Some called it manipulation, you called it adapting. In a society were everyone felt to a certain extent, it was your duty to try and look like them. You were only blending in.
But what were you supposed to do when strange things were creeping up inside you ? When tingles erupted in your stomach and started exploding all over ? Were you supposed to act like nothing was going on ? Could you do both ? Fake it and act like the little burning feeling in the pit of your stomach wasn’t there ?
That was your current situation, the predicament you found yourself in as you watched your office burn down slowly.
You always worked late and stayed behind to catch up on work. You groaned were not particularly fond of big piles of files and or putting things off. For all you knew, you could be dead tomorrow, so might as well do it today, right ? Well, Death had come knocking on your door that day.
With your headphones screwed around your head and blasting the loudest kind of music, you were fully focused on your work. You were the most efficient for a reason. Only emergencies ever managed to pull you out of it. And it was the case that day, when your best friend called in a hurry after sending her own weight in text messages.
“Please tell me you’re at home or out in a bar ! Tell me you went home early ! Tell me you’re not at the firm !”
You could hear the panic and the sniffles, she was crying.
“I’m at the firm, why ? Is everything alright ?”
She had taken a deep breath to hide a sob and failed miserably.
“Can’t you smell anything ?! T-The building… The building is on fire ! You got to get out of there ! Quickly !”
As soon as you had heard those words, that concentration bubble popped, letting the bitter scent of smoke creep into your nostrils. You couldn’t feel panic or fear but you were also actively avoiding death, so you did what she told you, you acted quickly.
You snatched your laptop and your bags as well as the USB drive containing your life’s entire work and ran, you ran as fast as you could, breathing in the toxic smoke. Maybe not the smartest thing to do. You had realized that when you fell unconscious, a few feet away from the exit door, lazily dodging a falling peace of concrete. It had blocked your way, but it didn’t matter anymore, not when you were passing out.
You could hear and see the bright light of a firetruck and the screams of the firefighters calling out for you, one of the voices sounding a little more familiar than the rest, and letting those bubbles explode in your stomach again. What a strange feeling.
~
When you started waking up, you felt comfort and warmth heating the side of your face. Nuzzling against whatever it was, you when it traveled to your forehead but quickly settled, too exhausted to fight when you felt good either way. The hand on your stomach, caressing it slowly felt good too, very good.
Suddenly jolting awake and sitting up, you looked around frantically, swatting away the hands on your skin and jumping down of whatever you’d been laying on this whole time. With all this movement, the dizziness was quick to get you and lay a cloud of nausea and confusion of you. The reflux of whatever pastry was in your stomach made your sour throat burn and your eyes water.
Was this pain ? Was it what it felt like to not feel good ? To suffer and be able to notice it ? To understand it and recognize it ?
“You have to lie down, otherwise you’ll feel even worse.”
Between the ringing in your ears and your shakiness, the faint voice of the person who had been touching you earlier managed to reach you. When you felt yourself falling again, arms wrapped around you before you could violent meet the floor.
“God, you’re a pain in the ass. Even worse than before.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at a memory he had.
Composing yourself slowly, you took deep breath to gather your wits and register all the informations flooding your brain. As you felt your heartbeat slow down and your stomach settle, you slowly turned to look into the eyes of the man who’d been spinning your world around in such a short period. Or a longer one than what you were ready to admit.
“M-Mitch…”
“Happy to see that you remember me Sunshine. Does Stacy know you’re here ? She called me in a panic saying you worked in the building that burned down.”
You stayed silent and unmoving, practically frozen in time. You were loosing it out here, there was just no other way to describe it.
Mitch Rapp, the bane of your existence if you could describe it.
You did not hate or love, nor did you feel annoyance. But this man made you feel something very close to it and you were not pleased. You’d known him since you were thirteen, when you met Stacy. She’d been the most intriguing person ever to your younger self and still to this day. When everyone ended up leaving you because of your incapacity to feel like normal people did, she had stuck around and made sure to let it be known that she was not going anywhere. She would follow you around and ask you questions after questions. You’d never been bothered by your condition so you answered but the surprise was when she revealed the notebook she kept with everything you’d had told her about yourself. She learned happily and compensated your lack of emotions by what seemed to be an overabundance of them in her. She was necessary to you just like you were to her.
Now, one thing that you were certainly not needing was Mitch Rapp, Stacy’s big brother and an absolute pain in your behind. From the end of middle school to the end of high school, he made sure to push your buttons as far as they could go, in a simple desperate attempt pull himself out of his constant boredom. It being invasive questions or small touches in hallways when no one could see, he did it all.
The only barrier he never crossed was sex and public humiliation. You believe that he respected you to some extent, but his need to amuse himself seem to top it all, and you seemed to be the most interesting thing ever to him. Because where you naturally couldn’t feel and had taught yourself to fake it, he could feel emotions to their extreme and taught himself to simply not feel. Polar opposites, that’s what you were. And maybe that’s what had you develop the closet think you could feel to a crush on your best friend’s big brother. No matter how annoying you found him, he still did things to your heart that no one ever did.
And maybe you’d been far from a simple crush on him, using the term as an excuse. It was a good one right ?
It was even more fun to see how different you were because when you found a way to always be positive no matter what, he believed in nothing but himself. To him, the world was only toying with you and you could let it happen or fight back.
Nothing could link you both other than Stacy, so why was it that he managed to ignite such strange things in you ? It being happiness, interest, annoyance or lust.
You would always be ashamed of it, but you couldn’t help it. It was out of your control, once again, and this time it shattered your whole world.
How ironic of Destiny to choose the man you seemed to avoid at all cost as the only being to successfully make you feel.
It being a simple word or a whisper. Him leaning down to reach you and hear the words you’d mumble whenever he did successfully annoy you. All of it, it made your heartbeat rise, your skin heat up and your hands turned clammy. You even stuttered with him and you hated it. For so long, you wished to be normal but it happening with him and him only was something you couldn’t accept.
“Are you done staring ? Or is it your way of admitting that you like what you see ?”
His deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making your insides shake and while a new wave of confusion and anxiety rose inside of you. You completely ignored his words, staying still and staring at him with a need to jump his bones. Was it the uniform ? Or your high school crush just jumping out after years of repression ? You had done an incredible job avoiding the man so seeing him now, all dirty and looking absolutely divine in his firefighter uniform did have its effect on you. The famous “men in uniforms” type of feeling. It was indeed powerful and vicious too.
This wasn’t good at all. Why were you thinking this way ? Taking time to stare at the parts of him that were exposed and feeling genuine lust wasn’t supposed to happen. You needed to leave.
Looking around, you checked for anything that could be yours, which you grabbed quickly before dashing away, as fast as your current state allowed. You had been running a short distance before finding a place to hide and breath as much as you could. Your throat burned and your limbs felt like they would fall off in a second, but you couldn’t stay so close to him.
As you crouched down, a hand ever your heart and yours eyes screwed shut, you tried to slow your heartbeat but you couldn’t. You could still hear his voice and see his face in your mind. Even his scent tormented you, so much so that you could practically feel the warmth it carried.
Slowly realizing the situation, you looked up to find him there, looking down on you with your phone and your keys. .
“You can’t outrun a firefighter, mostly not with lungs like yours. I bet it burns huh ? Come on, let me help.” He breathed out, crouching down to your level.
When he reached towards you to touch you, your body acted on its own, jerking back and away from his touch. He was quick to react and surrender by raising both his hands.
“You’re safe, I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Stacy would kill me anyways if I bothered you, especially today.” He promised, his voice sounding softer than usual and soothing you in a matter of seconds.
Moving slowly, you let him pull you to his chest and wrap you in his arms. You were still dizzy and slightly out of it from running with smoked lungs so you ignored the little yelp you let out when his hand slid under your shirt and under the strap of your bra to be held tightly against your skin. When he started making small circles over your skin with his fingers, you felt yourself sink down on top of him, your entire body melting into a puddle as you felt yourself relax and your heartbeat slow down.
You were no doctor but you were practically certain that the massage had no power to fix a painful breathing system, so you wondered why it felt so good to have him press into your vertebral column and help you relax. Your throat was still sore and you would be coughing for a long while but none of that mattered when Mitch Rapp was doing something to you, something that had you purring in the crook of his neck.
“Yeah, that feels good huh ? You like that Sweetheart ? Tell me how you feel.” He ordered in a low voice, his lips grazing the tip of your earlobe.
You stayed quiet, you couldn’t speak. You knew what would happen if you opened your mouth, the most humiliating sound would come out. You knew you’d let out a sound even worse that a simple yelp and you couldn’t have that.
You didn’t understand feelings very well but you wouldn’t let him get his way just because he was bored, even as an adult. You knew you were feeling something intense, standing on the line separating comfort and pleasure. That separation, you’d been standing on it, practically loosing balance each and every time Mitch Rapp was around and toying with you.
You tried to move, to get up and pry yourself out of his grasp but it was two against one, Mitch and your body siding together to fight your mind. He kept you close to him, held you tightly while playing with the hooks of your bra. Maybe you had jumped into the lion’s den by allowing him to help. Because now you were stuck, fighting the urge to respond vocally and let it be known that you wanted more, needed more.
These feelings and emotions, they felt good, so good. The kind of good you never had the chance of experiencing before. This was too much pleasure for you to simply detach yourself and let it go to waste. You wanted to discover more, dive deeper into what it was.
That yelp that you had been trying to conceal, it suddenly shot out of your mouth when he swiftly move you on top of him, having you straddle his muscular thighs. Maybe it was then that your body lost power and control, your brain taking over once again when you felt his bulge press between your ass.
“When I tell you to tell me how you feel, that’s not a suggestion Sweetheart. Let me hear it, how good I make you feel.” He growled, pressing you down on him by the waist.
This was far from simple firefighter intervention. This was Mitch, the Mitch from high school who’d corner you in hallways trying to get you to show him how you felt and what you looked like when you did.
Looking into his eyes, you saw it, that glint of excitement. Not lust, but interest. You were still intriguing to him and he was letting it be known that he hadn’t changed.
You shouldn’t have allowed him around you, not again, not like this, no matter what he made you feel. You were being flooded by emotions, this was what it was like to be overwhelmed. And maybe it had you tear up a little bit, but you were new to this and you didn’t know how to process them.
Looking around you again, you found all your belongings and even the one’s he’d kept. You expected him to keep you locked against him but no. As soon as you showed any signs of wanting to leave, he let go of you. You were surprised but also grateful, standing up on shaky legs and walking away as fast as you could. Your body felt like it would float away and you could still feel his gaze on you, fixated and piercing through your soul.
When you got near the outside of the hospital you’d ran out of, you were lucky to find Stacy waiting for you with a bone crushing hug and a speech about being aware of your surroundings. She might’ve also mentioned her brother telling her your location so that she could pick you up.
~
When you arrived at your place after convincing Stacy that you could survive on your own and would call if anything was wrong, you found yourself leaning against your door, exhausted beyond measure. You tried to move but you couldn’t, the mind whipping memories of Mitch Rapp playing with the most sensitive parts of you and actually having an effect.
Because with lack of physical or emotional reaction, came lack of sexual pleasure. You just, didn’t enjoy yourself, no matter how long you would try or how good he felt. None of this worked and maybe you were also at fault, constantly comparing them to the little high school crush you couldn’t get rid of. Maybe it was even time to admit that you might’ve loved him a little. Or a lot. You wanted to feel pleasure but to this day, you had to lie and fake orgasms to get out of awkward situations.
As you slid down your door, locking it for the night, you felt the pulsating sensation between your legs, the kind that had started when you were sixteen and would only happen around your best friend’s big brother.
Nothing ever happened but God, your body and mind agreed that you wished it would. You felt your insides scream at you for depriving them of him and what he clearly wanted, just as much if not more than you. Your mind could still vividly feel the large bulge throbbing under you and it was enough for you to flood your panties again.
You were ashamed of your reaction but how were you supposed to control what you weren’t familiar with ?
Reaching down to take of your pants, you mewled loudly when your fingers grazed your dripping core and pressed on your sensitive bud a little longer than what would be appropriate. You had the memory of his fingers pressing your back and soothing your raging heart, his breath against your neck and his strong scent sticking to your nostrils.
Maybe you were too out of it but you weren’t going to let this go to waste, pushing three fingers inside your wet pussy and inhaling deeply when you felt actual pleasure. You felt good. In an attempt to mimic his size, you parted your fingers open and played with your walls. You couldn’t breath properly, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth and your head thrown back. Letting out little noises, your let your fingers rub your insides as you let them go back and forth inside you.
You could feel it vividly, his own member, thick and raging with hormones and lust but also so much more, just waiting to dirty you all over.
Your fingers soaked and your juices dripping all over your lower parts, you cried out in pleasure when you felt your high get close. You cried out in pleasure, his name coming out a few times while you reached down with your second hand. When your thumb grazed your clit you were done for, instantly. This was what it felt like to feel pleasure and to cum.
You sat there, dazed and trembling, for a few minutes before standing up and finally entering your bedroom. After a very much needed cold shower, you dropped on your bed, your bathrobe falling to the floor. You sunk against the mattress, covered yourself and fell asleep in no time, desperately hoping that the night would erase the lingering presence of Mitch Rapp on your sensitive skin.
Maybe if you had been awake just a little longer, you would’ve seen him, leaning against his car, as he stared up to your window.
~
The night was ineffective. You remembered it all after eighteen days and you hated it. Everywhere you went, you could feel his gaze on you, the way he looked at you while he massaged your back. You could see it all and feel it all as if it was happening all over again. The memory you used to be praised for was now killing you a little bit each and every day.
But to add salt to you wounds, Stacy had given Mitch your number. And for a man who seemed to hate the majority of people and just about any kinds of discussion, he was fucking chatty. It started with simple messages asking how you were doing, then it turned into the kinds that would send your heart into a panic. He was slowly getting you used to his presence, you could feel it but the question was why ?
Why after all these years of not seeing each other, no matter how close your circles were, was he suddenly finding interest in you again ?
This question, you didn’t expect to find a response of any kind. But it seems you wouldn’t have any other choice when you found him, standing there, behind your door with a bag in hand.
You stood there, in your pajamas, looking at him with what seemed to be a blank expression but hid the most violent of hurricanes.
“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to let me in ?” He tilted his head with what looked like a smile behind extending the bag towards you. “I brought you a care package.”
You stayed quiet but moved out of the way to let him in. As he assed by, his strong scent infiltrated your nostrils and the entirety of your body, making you clench your exposed thighs together. The scent of smoke, wet grass, rain and pine trees, all of it forming the perfect mix to make your brain melt and your body react out of control.
When you felt ready to face him inside your home you finally faced away from the door but crashed directly into something. You looked up to find him staring down on you, a slight look of amusement.
“Where you sniffing me ?”
Fuck, that was humiliating. You tried to open your mouth to respond but no sound came out, just a string of weird faces and silence. You didn’t think you could react any worse, until you felt his hand slide around your waist, letting his fingers graze your skin and leave a soft burn behind.
“Tell me, Sunshine. Were. You. Sniffing. Me. And this time, I want to hear sounds coming out of your mouth. I bet you sound amazing when you’re being honest with yourself.”
His eyes were staring straight into yours and you felt mike he was pillaging your soul, trying to find the truth he was talking about. Who was named the Soul Searcher here ?
For a short second, you started questioning his motives, why was he insisting on seeing you react that much ? It wasn’t as if you would be crying of joy or breaking bones at each reaction so why ? You frowned , staring up at him, before you picked his hand off of you and laid a hand on his chest to push him away.
“Mitch Rapp, I don’t know what you’re hopping to find here, but we’re not teenagers anymore and I won’t let you toy with me and have your way because you’re bored.” You said, unable to conceal the slight annoyance in your voice.
Instead of backing off, he seemed even more amused this time.
“Is that what annoyance looks like on you ? I was working towards something else but I’m not going to complain, this is good, very good.” He asked, a curious grin on his face.
“Stop saying stupid things and go to the living room. It’s that way.” You exhaled, turning towards your kitchen area and walking away.
You met him in the living area, trying to ignore his presence as much as you could. You were feeling crushed under his aura in your own home and you wouldn’t tolerate it, but it seemed like he wanted to see you fight back.
You shook your head, ignoring all your questions and sat in the opposite couch.
“Why are you here ?”
“Well, you’re not very responsive over texts and even less for a phone call. I was worried, I pulled you out of a burning building remember ?” He joked, dropping the heavy bag on your coffee table.
“I pulled myself out of there, Mitch. And do you visit all the victims you save ?”
“No, just you. I came here to check on you too. Make sure your lungs would be fine. Stacy told me you still sucked at taking care of yourself so I needed to make sure you were taking good care of yourself. I was worried you know ? You tried to sprint out of the hospital as soon as you woke up.”
You tilted your head to the side, showing your confusion once more. You doubted the honesty of his motives but you weren’t going to debate him, you did suck at taking care of yourself. You shrugged and slide to the side, allowing him to sit next to you. You stayed still and silent when he grabbed your chin and asked you to open up. You waited until he was done with your mouth to proceed.
“Aren’t you like, off duty or something ?”
He chuckled, hearing your vague words.
“Off duty ?”
“Yeah. Firefighters, they’re off duty when they’re not working, right ?”
“No. Us, Sunshine, we’re not off duty. That’s for cop’s and soldiers.”
“Yeah, same stuff, except you don’t have a gun.” You responded, watching him check on your arms and neck. “Wait, but what do you know about my health anyways ? You’re a firefighter, that’s not your job.”
“I know. But I know my way around basic first aid and things like that, so I’m making sure.”
You wanted to smile, some other things never changed. He always had a thing for taking care of others or saving them. He saved you from countless situations and was always the one to fix you up when you were hurt. Being a firefighter was his calling. And the uniform looked damn good on him.
Looking down on his body with a blank expression, you observed and compared with his looks from years ago. You only ever truly saw him on few occasions and each one had your insides doing backflips. Stacy always made fun of you for gawking at him but she understood, her brother looked good. She even bragged that it was the genetics,
“Well, that’s nice of you. But I’m fine. So you can leave, and take the care package with you. It’ll be useless.” You declared, pushing his hands off of you.
You both stared at each other for a good minute before he removed himself from your grasp to hold you instead. When his hand took hold of yours, he pulled you closer to him, forcing you to lay a leg over his. In a swift move, he grabbed both your wrists in one hand while the other fell on your exposed thighs. Shorts were good to sleep when it was this hot outside, but definitely not when Mitch Rapp was in your living room, playing the deadly kind of game.
“Why are you always trying to get rid of me ?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his voice. You tried to respond but the sound were cut off again when his hand slide higher on your skin.
You looked down, inhaling loudly and biting your lower lip to hide the embarrassing sounds threatening to come out. He watched it all, letting go of your wrists to pull it out from underneath your teeth.
“Do I make you uncomfortable ? Do you hate it when I’m around you ? When I touch you ?”
You managed to free one of your hand, grabbing his wrist to pull his fingers away from your lips, but allowed him to feel your plump lips just a little longer than he should’ve. He looked at them with an unreadable expression but you felt like a lamb standing in front of a wolf, ready to be devoured.
At the thought of being viciously devoured, you couldn’t help the gush of wetness pooling in between your thighs, the sensation of pleasure and desperation infiltrating your mind all over again. You felt it, the heat from last time, it was back and it felt good but also uncomfortable. It wasn’t enough, you needed to quench that thirst flowing all through you.
Without paying much attention, you tried to speak again but this time, opened your mouth wide enough for his finger to slip inside your mouth and rest lazily on your tongue. You saw his eyes darken and heard the low growl erupting in his chest. You lowered his gaze, chuckling as he shook his head, but never took his thumb out of your mouth.
“Fuck…” He sigh, looking at you and warning you with his eyes. “For as long as I’ve known you, Sunshine… You ran from me. Everything I did, you would end up running away or hiding from me. Nothing I did was enough to have you react or stay, and it hasn’t changed.”
Feeling the defiance grow in you, you pulled his thumb out, looking at him with piercing blank eyes.
“Maybe if you stopped trying to get me to react for your own entertainment, I wouldn’t be running. I’m not here to fix your boredom.” You responded, glaring at him.
“Is that what you think ? Did I did all this just because I was bored ?” He asked with narrow eyes, was he angry at your assumption ? When you nodded, you saw his jaw tighten and you couldn’t help but react. Were you into this ? Visible anger, did it turn you on ?
Too busy wondering what new kink you seemed to have, you let your guard down, allowing you to be moved by him, having you sit on his lap again. And there you were, back to the issue you had faced the night of the fire, he was too close for your own sanity.
“Mitch… Let go of me…” You stuttered, trying to maintain your composure but were only met with silence and his firm hands gripping your waist. Younger you was jumping and screaming in happiness but current you wasn’t so happy.
“You keep saying that… That I have to let go of you, stop touching, stop talking to you. But what if I need you Sunshine ? You ever thought of that ?” He whispered the last part, leaning closer to your face. “What if I can’t fucking live without you ?”
This time, his words fall straight down your lower parts, having the exact effect you were trying to avoid. You inhale loudly, trying to avoid his gaze, but he’s quick to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You weren’t the type to cry or feel altogether, but you were ready to cry right now. Why were feelings and emotions so annoying ?
“Why are you bothering me… Why can’t you just leave me and my emotions alone ?!” You asked loudly.
“You think I give a fuck about your emotions ? Sunshine, I don’t care about them. I care about you, that’s all I fucking care about since high school.” He pressed you down on his growing bulge, making you face the pleasure you felt with him. “Every touch in the hallway, every kiss on your cheeks, everything I did, all of it was for you to notice that I was ready to help. Fuck I was borderline desperate to help you and you took it for boredom ? Couldn’t take a fucking step around you without needing to inhale your scent. You even had me loosing it like a fucking idiot every time I saw you inside my house, but to you I was only bored ?”
He was vexed, but still gentle with you, letting you do what you wanted to do. In this moment, you felt all the years of repressed emotions and desires flood you in one big wave that you didn’t even try to contain. All the times you ended up screaming in a pillow because of the things he would say or just how he would say them. Even just looking at you made you feel, and all this time you tried to push it away, to refuse it. Well you were done doing that. For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to respond to his actions by acting however you pleased too.
When you pressed your core down on him, you didn’t expect him to just let go of you and drop hiss head backwards. He leaned his arms on the back of your couch, a small smile on his face before he looked at you again, his eyes clouded by lust and faint restraint. This man decided to control himself now ?
“You can’t do that Sweetheart… What am I supposed to do when you retaliate ?”
“I-Isn’t that what you want ? For me to respond ?” You attempted to keep your voice as steady as you could despite the knot of moans forming in your throat.
“Is that what it is ? A response ? What are you responding to exactly ? And be clear, I want to hear you say it.”
Now he was teasing you, and for a split second, you felt like a teenager again, like the girl he would corner in hallways, kiss on the cheek and call beautiful when no one but him was watching, when no one but him could see you react. For a split second, you understood everything that he always showed you and you started questioning how good you were at reading people. Because you had read Mitch Rapp completely wrong for years.
“I want you to touch me. I want you to touch me until I feel something… Just like I felt before…” You declared, a sudden boost of confidence surging through you.
You both stared at each other for a few seconds, you waiting for his answer and him grinning like an idiot with no thought going through his mind. He needed to do something because you wouldn’t have the strength to do it again.
And in good Mitch fashion, he said nothing and acted.
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When you asked him to make you feel, a part of you was worried for what would happen next. Were you ready to face whatever reaction he’d pull out of you ? And how would you react exactly ? Because you weren’t just new to this, you were finally accepting it and maybe it would be too much. You were used to being overwhelmed when he was around and never truly managed to deal with it. You hated the idea of simply untrusting the next events to Destiny but clearly you would have any other choice.
As soon as you spoke the words he had desperately been trying to hear, he lifted you up and marched towards your bedroom. You held onto him, staying quiet and avoiding his piercing eyes on you. If you could see what was going through his mind, you would think that he was crazy. There was no other way to explain it, but he couldn’t help it. The things you had him dreaming all throughout high school and even during adulthood, they tormented him for years.
Mitch Rapp had been in love with you since he was eight years old and you took his actions for a desperate attempt to entertain himself.
It was his fault for not being more direct, more honest with himself. All these times, when you’d smile at him or respond to his usual flirting with you own usual blank expression and wittiness. He just couldn’t help it, even if he tried, and it was certain that he never truly tried. He had wasted too much time acting subtle and discreet when the only thing he wanted was to drop to his knees and worship the very group you walked on.
But it was fine. Because now, he would catch up on years of missed opportunities and do everything his dreams had him hoping for. He would show you exactly how much he meant it when he said that it was never boredom.
~
As soon as he dropped you on the mattress, he did not waste a second trying to be subtle or gentle with you. He promised to make you feel and would do good on his promise, but he couldn’t think straight currently. All of you was made to ruin him and be ruined by him in return.
He watched your body bounce on the bed and for a second, processed exactly what he intended on doing to you, his cock twitching at the simple memory of your plump ass sitting right on the perfect spot and pulling the plug on any rational thought. At first, he came here to check on you honestly, but seeing you in your pretty silk shorts and tank top, he wanted nothing more than be the reason you wouldn’t be thinking or walking straight for the next few days.
He all but ripped his shirt off, and let it fall to the floor before dropping to his knees and pulling you towards the edge of the bed. You would be lying if you said that this little display of strength didn’t make your dripping cunt throb in desperation. You never wanted to be used so much in your life, ready to do anything to feel.
You pushed your legs apart without his help and were ready to hide your face when he looked at you with amusement and terribly hidden desire. He was amused but nothing had ever made him this hard in his life. He could feel his pulsating cock begging to be freed, pushing against his zipper and desperately trying to reach that sweet pussy of yours. He could see it, the juices dripping out of you and soaking your pretty shorts. He pushed them to the side and practically came on the spot when he came face to face with your exposed core.
You slept with this, and this only. No underwear and had greeted him at the door with this as the only thing covering you.
Wrapping his hands around your full thighs, he pulled you closer, burying his nose between your legs and inhaling the scent of your soaked pussy.
“Fuck Sunshine… Smells like fucking heaven… And bet it tastes even better. Tell me, do you want me to give it a taste ? That would make you feel good, do you want to try ?”
You could barely speak a word, your cunt doing the thinking for you when you pushed it closer to his face. His lips grazed the wet fabric and you let out a cry of pleasure. This was all you needed to truly feel pleasure ? God, he’d truly ruin you in no time.
Tightening his fingers around your flesh, he forced you to stay still and looked straight into your eyes with a commanding gaze.
“I said that you had to tell me sweetheart. Use that pretty brain of yours, and speak. Or do you just want me to leave, since you’re not communicating ?”
“No !” You exclaimed, genuinely worried that he would leave you without touching you. “P-Please… Please Mitch… I’m so… So wet… I n-need more… Please, touch me more…”
Your pleading voice sounded like a melody falling straight from heaven down his dick and erasing just a little more rational thinking out of his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his go of one of your thigh to stuff his free hand down the front of his jeans. Fuck, this wouldn’t be enough. He frantically pulled it out to unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper, quickly freeing his large member and letting out a groan into your cunt.
You let out another cry of pleasure, feeling the vibrations of his deep voice inside you. Letting out little moans of pleasure at his closeness to your core, you couldn’t help but grind against your sheets, feeling your pussy spread around your tiny shorts and give you a little bit of the friction you asked for. You completely forgot about the man in front of you and started grinding against the sheets, shamelessly moaning his name as if he was the one doing anything.
He watched you, hand wrapped around his thick cock and jerking himself off to you as if he was a in high school again. He dreamt of being able to see you pleasure yourself before, but this was beyond any of his dreams. Gripping on the sheets with one hand, he knew he was done for when you used your second hand to spread your folds open and give him the perfect view of your modesty.
“Mitch… F-Fuck, Mitch please… Please… More, please, gimme more…” You sobbed, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.
His hand tightened around his girth, slowly moving up and down and letting his thumb move over his tip. Fuck, he was hard, beyond hard, he was ready to bust with barely any contact. He wasn’t a difficult man when it came to sex, but you were making him and easy one. Easy to please and ruin. The kind that would only ever find pleasure in his hand because the girl of his dreams was too far away from him.
You spread your thighs even wider, giving him space to dive in and rub his nose wherever he wanted. You skin was as soft as those fucking shorts, so tender and easy to mark. He inhaled your scent and quickly kissed your inner thigh tenderly. You looked down on him and your cunt quivered when both your eyes met. He kept kissing you, so gentle and sweet, you felt like you were made of fine china. You could feel his tongue lick off the wetness that had dripping down your legs earlier.
Without paying much attention, you found yourself running a hand through his hair tenderly. He groaned loudly, trying to keep in his moans. You could hear the sound of his cock going back and forth into his hand as he fucked his fist at an increasing speed. The contrast between the eagerness from earlier and your sudden tenderness gave you whiplash and you felt dizzy all of the sudden, but you couldn’t on the opportunity to keep watching him pleasure himself.
“You like that huh ? You like watching me fuck my hand in front of you ? Making me go crazy and now you’re all sweet and gentle.” He groaned, his voice sounding strained.
You were quickly brought back to the initial state of things when his lips were replaced by his teeth and you felt a new kind of pain, the pleasurable kind. The sharp pain you felt when he took bit your inner thigh only made your insides wetter and your mind fuzzier. You were breathing loudly, letting the feeling pass while he stood up. His warm hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to his exposed cock.
“Open up. And keep your eyes on me. I want you to show me exactly what you feel with your eyes, okay Sunshine ? You’re going to show me how good you feel gagging on my cock.” He ordered with a playful grin.
You obeyed mindlessly, opening your mouth and letting his cock slide in, rubbing your tongue slowly and letting you taste him. You moved to get on your knees on the bed and help onto his waist, your eyes never looking away from his. He caressed your nape as a silent praise, you were truly ready to let him do whatever he chose to do.
You had slept with men before, but none could rival with Mitch and his size. The feeling of being so full, you might explode, you now knew it. His bulbous tip pushed into the back of your throat, making you tear up at the slight lose of air. You tried to adjust but no matter what, he would be too big to fit. Probably seeing the dilemma in your eyes, he smiled tenderly and caressed your cheek.
“It’s okay Sunshine, don’t force yourself too much. Take your time and do what you want with me. I just want to see how you react to it, okay ?” His smile made your heart swoon, this man would kill you.
Starting off slow, you quickly lost yourself in the pleasure you felt from having him in your mouth. You dug your nails in his flesh, pushing him further down your throat as your sucked on his thick length as if no one was watching. He felt so big, you would suffocate at any wrong move, but none of that mattered when your body only wanted his cum to fill your stomach. You wanted to feel all that thick cum drip down your throat and fill you up like you’ve never been filled before. You wanted to have the memories and the remnants of his presence inside you.
You were going faster and faster, your soft lips wrapping nicely around his girth and sucking on his flesh with all you had. The sounds of suction were flooding your head as well as the sounds he was making, his groans and slight desperate whisperers making your pussy wetter than ever. You needed more, his cock wasn’t enough, you needed all of him inside you.
You tried to suck him deeper than your body allowed, feeling his invade your entire being. If you could see yourself, eyes crossed and fingers gripping on him as you grinded against your bedsheets, begging for pleasure as if you’d been deprived for years. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, you had been deprived by your incapacity to feel lust. But now you could feel and you wouldn’t let it go to waste.
Mitch watched attentively, basking in the pleasure you felt and made him feel. Those lips, he dreamt of them, but seeing you suck his dick like it was your mission on Earth did something vile to his brain. He gripped on your nape and started meeting your movements, pushing himself into your mouth in sync with you. You were quick to respond with loud moans, all of them echoing around his cock.
You giving him your all and even more than what he had asked for. He could see you enjoying yourself and begging for more. Quickly, the gurgling sounds of your drool filled your mouth and dripped to the side, all over your chin. This was the vision. He couldn’t control himself anymore, letting himself truly fuck your mouth full of him.
Soon, you weren’t moving anymore, the man in front of you doing all the work as he fucked your throat into oblivion and made sure to use you as much as he could. The sounds of his sack hitting your face filled the room and resonated around with your muffled moans and his own groans of pleasure.
“Fuck, feel that Sweetheart ? Feel his deep I am ? Bet you can barely breath… Fuck, that’s it, that’s good baby, that’s good… You’re taking my cock so good… I gotta cum Sweets… I needa cum in that pretty throat… You’ll let me huh ? You’ll let me fill your belly up with me ? Might cover your face too… Yeah, I’ll cover you pretty face…” He sounded close to cumming and you had never been so eager before to being covered in cum, but this wasn’t anyone. This was Mitch, and you’d only take it from him.
Your body felt like jello when he pulled your face closer to his lower stomach, your nose grazing his pelvis. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt his spend fill up your insides. He pulled out to cover your face, like promised and watched the white substance drip all over your skin. He stayed still, grabbing the base of his cock on one hand, and his balls in the other, rubbing his tip over your lips and smeared his cum on your skin.
When he was done, he admired you, looking as pretty as ever on your knees, nipples as hard as diamonds as they poked through the fabric of your top, legs shaking softly and your eyes looking dazed and confused. You looked up to him and swallowed every drop of cum in your mouth, licking as much as you could off of your face. He grinned, grabbing your jaw and cleaning his cum off of your face with his thumb before stuffing it in your mouth. You eagerly licked it off and swallowed proudly. He leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, feeling a sudden surge of romanticism running through his body. You responded by grabbing his shoulders softly and kissed him back, a soft sob coming out of you.
The kiss was as tender as it looked, delicate, as if he was trying not to hurt you of spook you after the multiple previous events. He pulled away, smiling honestly when you moaned in displeasure, holding onto him tighter and pursing yor lips for one more kiss. You wanted more kisses, you needed more.
“Please Mitch… Just one more…” You begged, and fuck, he knew he was absolutely gone for you but not that badly. He was ready to fold as soon as his name came out of your mouth, ready to do whatever you desired.
“I’ll kiss you as much as you want Sunshine, I promise. There’s nothing more that I want. But first I wanna put my mouth over that sweet cunt of yours. It’s been calling my name for days now and I really need to taste you. You’ll let me ?” You nodded and he smiled, dropping to his knees again. “Then, undress for me Sweetheart. And take your time, I want to see it all. I need to carve it in my memory for the future.”
You obeyed like the good girl you had shown yourself to be earlier. You started with your top, throwing it on the floor and letting him admire your soft tits bounce at your movements. He wanted to have them in his mouth too now. You proceeded with your shorts, letting him see how truly soaked they were before you tossed them to the side. You bent sat on the bed and parted your legs open for him to truly take you in.
He licked his lips, rubbing his fingers over your folds and pressing your clit with his thumb. The little yelp that followed fell straight down his girth, standing straight and ready for the next parts. You covered your mouth and he glared at you, prompting you to obediently take your hands off.
“Don’t ever try and cover your sounds. I want to hear all you have to say, always. Do you hear me ?”
“Y-Yes… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re still new to this. Don’t apologize for doing something without thinking or instinctively.”
The softness in his voice was still making your insides melt, but so were his words. He understood how you worked and responded accordingly. This was a first for you, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Tell me when it gets too much, okay ?” He ordered.
You nodded, waiting eagerly for him to do what he had in mind.
Without wasting anymore second, he pushed two fingers between your folds, making you sob in pleasure. You looked down on him and crossed his gaze while he stayed still, he was waiting for you. You took a deep breath before nodding, ready for him to proceed. You had the time to prepare yourself for more and you did good doing so, his thumb pressing on your clit and making your entire body jerk in surprise. Who would’ve expected you to be so sensitive ?
You covered you mouth as a reflex, surprised by the obscene sounds coming out of your own mouth. You’d been quick to forget Mitch’s previous orders clearly, the man punishing you instantly by pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy until it was swollen and leaking out of control, not that you had any in the first place. You could only cry out a little more at each slap, begging for him to stop but pushing yourself towards his fingers everytime he thought of stepping away.
“Sweetheart, I won’t be telling you again. Your hands, off of your pretty face. Or do you want me to tie you up ?” He watched you genuinely debate the proposition in your head and smiled tenderly. He got up and kneeled on the bed to lean towards your face before kissing your cheek. “I’ll remember that for next time, don’t burn your neurons trying to answer.”
You nodded slowly, feeling your heart thumping loudly at the thought of doing it again with him. You hadn’t even gone all the way yet that you were already excited for the next time.
You watched him get back on his knees and smile at you tenderly, as if that would soften the effects of what he was about to do to you. You wanted to respond to his smile with your own but quickly forgot the idea when his fingers slid back in you, this time to part you open. In an instant, you were twisting and shaking in pleasure, feeling his flat tongue lick a long strip along your dripping folds. He was looking at you, you could feel his eyes on you, but it didn’t matter, not when you felt like you’d pass out from this alone.
Your hand dove into his black curls, pulling on them at each new lick from him. You could feel his organ invade your insides and suck on your slick covered flesh, sucking in your juices loudly. Your moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room, competing against the sounds he was making while buried between your beautiful legs. The soft burn of his facial hair made you entire body shake, the feeling the beard leaving marks along your sensitive core and inner thigh.
If you could see yourself right now, you’d understand why his actions became frantic and practically desperate. The view of your body, arched to perfection to give him a view of your tits while he devoured you was ruining any kind of control he found pride in having. His cock was as hard as stone, leaking heavy drops of cum and begging to empty itself inside you. He’d never been this weak before, this sensitive to anyone. You were truly going to be it for him and his entire body was embracing the idea of submitting itself to you.
Pulling a finger out of you, Mitch licked the slick off of it and rubbed it around your clit, smiling against your core when you wrapped your legs around his neck and tightened your hold on him. He could choke to death in that instant and would be perfectly fine with it, ready to die if it was by your hands, or by your thighs if we were being accurate.
He let you grip onto his scalp and hold him still, pushing his tongue inside you while you fucked yourself on his face shamelessly. He could feel your insides wrap around him and drip sweetness all in his mouth. He had never felt that much while going down on a woman, but here you were, pushing him to his limits, making him moan praises and pleas for you to keep using him.
“M-Mitch ! Fuck, Mitch, God… I-I…” You tried to express what he already knew, feeling you pull away from him. Absolutely not, Mitch wasn’t having it. Not when you were right there, ready to pop. There was no way he was going to let you waste another opportunity for him to taste and smell you keep your scent etched into his growing beard.
He wrapped his large hands around your thighs and held you tight and as close as humanly possible to his face, letting you right your high on him. It took everything in him to not cum on the spot , God, you were killing him.
For the first time ever, you felt the pleasure of cumming with a man’s tongue pushed deep inside you. You felt like your organs were exploding in thousands of little fireworks, burning everything in their way slowly while you could only quiver and cry out for more. You could feel Mitch suck in your cum and feast on your sensitive core while you tried your best to survive what had just happened. Your legs felt like jello, deprived of strength and hanging loosely around the man’s shoulders in defeat.
In a sudden boost of submissiveness, you let out a little sound of pleasure, and ran your hand along your thighs and stomach before reaching your breasts that you squeezed vigorously. You knew he was watching, God, his gaze and attention was the only thing you wanted at the moment. You wanted him to watch you pleasure yourself to the memories of him and his tongue inside your pussy, already giving up freedom to give yourself to him. How addictive was sexual pleasure when you could actually fell it, right ?
While you played with your tits, pressing and pinching your sensitive nipples, his hands gripped on your but, tightening his hold around you possessively. A part of him had just started to wonder where you had learned such things. To him, you were still the girl he met through his annoying sister. Young and beautiful, taking shit from no one, and considered difficult by too many people to fond a boyfriend who would actually be worthy of her feelings and emotions.
She must’ve learned these things somewhere, with someone. Multiple someones even. And that thought made his blood boil and his ego fly up at the speed of a rocket. His long cock couldn’t stop vibrating at the thought of marking you inside out, making your pretty pussy as his and marking himself as yours.
To busy in his thoughts, scheming his little plan, he hadn’t noticed your eyes on him, and what you said next gave him what felt like a heart attack.
With your legs parted wide and your eyes barely opened, either out of exhaustion or lust (or both), you have him another look at your pussy, taking a life of its own and opening up under his insistant gaze.
“Mister Firefighter... Are you going to fuck me now ? I want to feel your cum drip inside my pussy… She wants a taste of you too…”
Mitch Rapp wasn’t a believer. Fairytails and hold folklore and mystical creatures, he didn’t care about them. But in that moment, you gave him the proof that sirens existed and that he was about to lose his life to one.
The next seconds turned into a blur, either because of how fast the events went or because you had managed to unlock pure desperation out of Mitch. He was quick in him movements, jumping on the bed and placing himself between your legs. He was already holding your wrists, pinned them to the mattress and kissed you as if his life depended on it. His tongue felt warm in your mouth, exploring all the surfaces in you and swallowing your soft moans at the same time.
Tasting your plump lips again, but more thoroughly this time, his body moved too. You could feel him rub the thick tip of his cock along your folds, smearing the drops of cum leaking out of him all over your gaping cunt.
His mouth descended towards your neck, biting pieces of flesh and sucking on the on his way down. His real target were your tits, soft sweet, ready to be devoured too. Mitch was slowly getting closer to a beast than a man with you under him. He’d never felt this kind of hunger before, desperate to taste all of you. He looked into your eyes, thinking about it for a second before dropping his face in the crook of your neck in a chuckle. He kissed on your skin tender, his fingers playing with your nipples as well.
You watched him kiss the valley of your breast and leave bite marks around your flesh. Your body was covered in them now. Just a little more and you might’ve actually been eaten alive. He grinded against you, both centers of your body heating up on the other and ready to truly feel it. His lips quickly found the center of your chest and sucked on them, his eyes entirely on your body while yours were on him.
Your hand found his hair again, caressing it tenderly while he enjoyed himself. It was supposed to be about studying your feelings and emotions but looked like Mitch was lost in his own. You pulled him away from your breasts, still breathing out little moans when his fingers went back to doing the work.
“Please Mitch… Don’t want to cum without you inside me… Please…” You pleaded softly, trying to form a coherent sentence while you could feel his throbbing cock begging for the same.
He caressed your face and smiled, sliding his hand around your neck and squeezing in a possessive grip.
“See what you do to me Sweetheart ? This was supposed to be about you but fuck… Fuck, I need to taste all of you… I have too many ideas for you, too much shit I want to do…” You exhaled, looking down on his own length and guiding the tip to play with your swollen folds. He kept teasing for a few seconds, enjoying the sounds you made when desperate, before stopping and leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry Sunshine. You’ll get fucked properly in a second, I’m just making a list of what we’re trying out next.”
Your nod was instantly replaced by a gasp and your entire body shaking in a second. You looked down, seeing his fat cock push inside your dripping hole and felt yourself melt from the inside out. His width kept expanding, pushing your walls further apart. Despite being still, raised straight and holding your legs apart, you could feel his girth mold your pussy around him. He was truly ruining you flr everyone else.
When your breathing slowed down, he pulled out slowly, chuckling when you cried out in displeasure. His hand found your cheek to caress it tenderly before stuffing his tongue between your lips out of nowhere.
He repeated the motion, pulling out of you and sliding back in slowly before picking up a rhythm, the kind that left you speechless. As he started fucking into you, the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours started resonating louder and louder.
“M-Mitch ! Feels so… So good ! P-Please ! Please more ! More !” You moaned, your hands gripping on the sheets as if you were scared of falling down without them.
His own fingers dug into your soft flesh, his cock pounding harder into you each time you’d let him hear how good he made you feel. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth in the most obscene of symphony wasn’t just a boost to his ego, it all went straight to his heart and into his dick. There was something deadly about the vision of you, laying under him, taking his abuse of your pussy to perfection.
He leaned back, watching the way your pussy would swallow him whole, taking every inch of him and begging for more. None of his dreams could even compete with having you really here. He couldn’t even count the amount of time he’d dreamt of fucking you, no, making love to you. It could possibly be expected from a teenager, hell he even dreamt that his hands were yours when he needed relief. But a grown man having wet dreams about his sister’s best friend on her knees for him, that had to be weird.
“Good, Sunshine, good girl… Taking me to perfection… Greedy little pussy, you just wanted me to fuck you silly huh Sweetheart ? Wanted to feel my cock buried all the way inside your tiny body huh ? You needed me to make you feel better than good, answer me.” He groaned into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving your body at however he pleased.
“Y-Yes ! Yes, God, yes ! Yes, yes ! M-Make… Make me feel ! Please !” You sobbed, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.
Better than a simple display of strength, Mister Firefighter was treating your body like it was made of plastic, light and ready to be filled to the brim. Was he crazy for wanting to see his cum drip down your thighs ? Maybe, maybe not. All he knew is that he’d give you exactly what you were asking for.
Moving your body effortlessly, he spun you around, laying you flat on your chest and raising your hips while he grabbed handfuls of your ass to guide you under him. He looked down on you, his hand caressing your exposed back and your nape. With your face buried in the pillows, back arched and presenting yourself to him, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
He leaned over you, moving his hand from your hips to your swaying breast that he grabbed and played with, squeezing vigorously. Raised your head, turning it slightly and facing him. His nose rubbed your cheek, inhaling your scent just like he was used to.
His breathing was loud and so were his soft moans of pleasure. He kissed you, as passionately as before, all the sounds coming from your body being swallowed by the other. You pulled away to breath in, your head getting cloudier by the second.
“Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, fuck ! Fuck, I-… I…”
He heard and understood you, being in a similar situation himself. His kisses on your neck started again, his warm palm founding your stomach and pressing into it. There it was, the feeling of his tip invading your entire being. He fucked into you harder, the sounds of his sack slapping against your cunt and probably making it even more sensitive. He was ruthless, fucking you like he had years of repressed desires to make up for.
He stood straight, still pounding the life out of your dripping pussy, and grabbed your ass again, parting it wide and viewing the way his cock would come in and out. If he could, he’d take pictures or even paint them himself from memory. There was no way he’d forget that vision now.
“I’m cumming too Sunshine… I’ll fill you up real nice, I promise…” He swore, throwing his head back and pushing himself just a little more, his release getting closer and closer.
“Yes, yes, yes ! Please, please give me ! Give me your cum Mitch, please ! Oh, God ! F-Feels so good ! Oh fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck !”
You were losing your mind, his balls slapping your sensitive skin and even reaching your clit. You were desperate for more, starved for it, so much so that you had even started pushing yourself towards him, meeting his thrusts and parting your legs even wider.
“My greedy little cum slut, fuck, I can’t… Can’t hold it Sweetheart…” He grunted loudly, making your pussy vibrate in submission around him.
Then, it came. The flood. For the first time, in your life, and the second (or third, your brain was too fuzzy to keep up) time tonight, you came around him while he was cumming into you. Hard and messy, you both coated the other of your arousal. It felt hot and was truly sipping through each corner of your insides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you collapsed into the pillows and took in every drop he let out inside you.
His own girth was getting soaked by your sweet juices. He watched his cum spill out of you and drip down your inner thighs, just like he had dreamt. He watched you, mesmerized by your submissiveness, his member jerking back to life when you tightened around him. He kept going back and forth into your canal, making sure that his cum wouldn’t go to waste.
You turned your face towards him, reaching for his lower stomach weakly. He groaned, smiling tenderly when you scraped his chest attempting to get him to stay still and with you. Your legs were still shaking and
“You need more already Sunshine ? Barely able to think straight and you already want more huh ?” He mocked playfully. You hid your face in the pillows and it was his turn to swoon internally. He leaned over your back, teasing you by slowly rolling his hips. “Don’t worry Sunshine. Mister Firefighter is going to give you as muck cock as you want.”
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Mitch truly was a man of his words, and he was also a cuddler. After rounds after rounds, you had finally decided to stop, or at least, kind if stop.
Still buried deep inside you, he caressed your sides while you laid still and silent on top of his chest. After you had shown him you could ride him like a mechanic bull, he couldn’t let you escape that easily. His fingers felt good on you, soothing all of the pain you could feel. He did admit going a little too hard on you, but your face when overstimulated just… Irresistible.
You purred into the crook of his neck, kissing his collarbones and biting on them when you had the strength. You were content, you knew it, that was what joy felt like and you knew it thanks to the man kissing the crown of your head tenderly.
“I hope you’re aware that I’m not tolerating anymore running away Sweets. I’ll chase you all over the world if I have too. Be warned.”
You chuckled, raising yourself slightly to face him. You smiled, taking hold of his face and kissing his nose.
“You told me you loved me thirty minutes ago and you’re already okay with following me around the world ?”
“Obviously. I loved you since high school if you don’t remember. I was just waiting for you to stop running away here.”
“And all it took was for my workplace to catch on fire. Nice.” You mumbled against his chest.
You both laid there, in silence. Basking in the comfortable loving bubble you had both built around each other. Yeah, you were great.
“By the way, be careful when calling me Mister Firefighter. I might do something crazy like fuck you in uniform.”
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Dream of Me.
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Warnings — frat!bucky, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, sliiiiight mommy kink if you squint.
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You were about to turn in for the night, the intense pain in your lower back, the pain that was keeping you up, slowly dissipated as the clock on your wall ticked. A deep breath of relief ricocheted through the quiet atmosphere and it was almost silent. You let your thoughts escape you, the once rowdy noise in your head being limited to a quiet static.
This wasn’t enough.
You take another deep breath, zeroing in on the silence as you slip a hand into the waistband of your thin, pink panties. The fabric brushes against your wettened hole while you gently rub semi-circles on your clit and you wince at the feeling. Your head falls back into your cool, satin pillows when you insert a finger, the pace and sensitivity driving you closer to your high.
Until your phone rings.
The pink vintage receiver you have hooked up on your bedside table vibrates with every ring and you sob internally, wondering ‘who could be calling at this time of night?’ Without missing a beat of anger, you hastily pick up the phone and shove it to your ear.
“Who is it?” You ask groggily, irritation prominent in your tone.
“I’m sorry for the late call, princess. I just need to know if you have the My Chemical Romance lighter I left on your couch.” Bucky responds, and you feel the tension slip away as he speaks.
“God – can you call later? It’s 2 in the morning and I was busy.” Your voice was meek, trying to tell him what you were doing without saying it.
“I’m about to roll up and I need my lighter. If I didn’t need it, you know I wouldn’t have called right now.”
“Okay well go ask Steve for his! I’m surprised you’re not doing it together. I was busy!”
He can almost hear the way you rolled your eyes into your head, not missing the way your voice got an octave higher. Your hand hovers over your sweet hole, a dull ache replacing the pleasure you once felt.
“He left his with Sharon. Hey – what could you be busy with at-”
“Bucky.” You cut him off sternly with warning in your voice.
“I didn’t peg you as the masturbation type, sweetheart. How’s it going?” Bucky’s question sends electricity to your core. Was he teasing? Or was he genuinely curious?
“It’d be much better if you hung up so I can fucking focus.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. Hang up.”
“You’re more than capable of hanging up, sweetheart.”
“Just do it, Bucky. You’re a pervert.”
He laughs at that, a guttural one. Without thinking, your finger gently slips back into your aching hole, the intrusion causing you to let out a low whimper.
“What was that?” Bucky questions and you snap your legs closed.
“I uh, almost dropped the phone. That’s all.” You breathe out, mentally cursing from being so naive that you could keep quiet.
“I don’t think phones make noises that pretty, baby. You gonna be honest this time?”
His words create a wave of arousal which immediately travels to your soaked cunt. Before you answer, you take a deep breath, blowing out the trapped air from your nose.
“I slipped a finger in. It hurts Buck, I just wanna cum.”
Your admission makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants, his semi becoming a full chub within seconds. He can’t tell if it’s from your voice, the time, or what you just said to him and he doesn’t care to figure it out.
“Touch yourself for me princess.” Bucky coos and your eyes almost roll back into your head.
“I already am.. can you do it with me?” The question floats in the air for a second before anything else is said.
“Y-Yeah I can let me just grab lube – I like it wet.” You can hear him grunt as he reaches for the bottle that you assume is on some kind of night stand.
“Then you’d love me.” You let out a meek laugh. “I’m dripping as I speak.” Unbeknownst to you he bucked his hip into the air at your words, his cock weeping into his boxers with precum.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum before I even start if you keep talking like that.” He sighs, pulling down the restricting layers before flipping open the bottle of lube and pouring some onto the length of him that sat pressed against his abs.
“Sorry – I’m eager. I wanna sleep.” You yawn, fingers gently pressing against your cunt.
“You don’t have to wait on me princess, I’ll catch up.”
“W-What are you wearing right now?” The question startles you, and you're the one who asked it.
“I was wearing gray sweats and the boxers you bought me for friendsgiving but I uh, took them off due to this circumstance.”
You sigh at the thought of him stark naked, cock between his fist and being gently lathered in the smooth liquid.
“Mmm..” Is all you can respond with as you tuck the receiver under your ear and between your shoulder to use your thumb to rub circles on your clit.
“How about you princess?” He takes a beat to lift his cock from its resting place on his stomach and gives it a home in his fist, the pressure making him wince.
“I’m wearing the um, the baby pink set you bought me last week. The bralette and underwear but they're pretty soaked now so..” You reply between pants, trying to find a rhythm between the fingers sliding in and out of you and the tantalizingly slow pace on your sensitive bud.
A guttural groan mixed with sloppy wet noises follows the end of your sentence and it’s obvious how that affected him. He gets lost in the feeling of his hand gliding up and down his shaft to respond.
“I keep going too fast – I wish it was you, here, controlling my pace.” Bucky whispers, and you whine at his words, working in a second finger.
“Yeah? You want mommy there to help you, baby?” You coo, hearing him whimper on the other end.
“Shit, yes, I need you. Wanna feel your pretty cunt grip my cock.” He sighs, fist eagerly pumping up and down.
“Fuck, Jamie–” Your eyes shut with knitted brows accompanying them as you stroke your g-spot with both fingers.
“I love it when you say my name, I gotta hear it when I fuck you.” His moan bellows through the receiver and you hold back your own, scared to wake up your roommate.
“You can take it whenever, James. I’m yours, baby. All – fuck – yours.” Bucky can hear the squelching of your wetness with every thrust of your fingers and it grosses you out but turns him on even more.
“I’m close princess, so close.” He drags out and you don’t miss the echo of his fist hitting the base of his cock with every stroke.
“Me too - I can’t wait to cum all over your thick cock, I need you stretching me out. My fingers aren’t enough.” You cry, your hearing dulling and vision blanking for a few seconds as you imagine him sliding in and out of you and taking the place of your fingers.
It falls silent for a moment until you hear his heavy breathing continue. “Shitshitshit, I’m cumming, fuckohmygod.” His words and your name become a chant, spilling out of his mouth until he’s spent on his stomach, forcing himself through his high.
You spasmed around your fingers, head lulling back into your pile of pillows, voice getting higher and higher. The receiver drops from your shoulder to your chest as your orgasm washes over you, stars of white clouding your mind. Your body goes numb while you come down from your climax, breath escaping you.
“Fuck, I need to see you later. Come by my room after your 2 pm class?” Bucky sighs as beads of sweat drip down his forehead.
“Mhm.” You reply sleepily, pushing the receiver off of you and onto the edge of your bed.
“Goodnight, princess. Dream of me, okay?” Bucky’s voice seemed to have dropped an octave, giving you more fuel to sleep.
All he receives is a faint sigh of approval before you’re fast asleep, legs crossed under the dry part of your comforter. Laundry will a problem for future you but its the last thing on your mind.
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wettestnjaay · 1 year
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Hi. I was wondering if u can do evan peters x black reader, where the reader is dating evan peters, since evan is stressed from work he comes home to the reader is in lingerie waiting for him and giving him some release from his stress to make him feel better. (If u know what I mean, smut) love your fanfics.
mmm,, yeah—IVE BEEN WANTING SOMEONE TO REQUEST HIM IN GENERAL.
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NEEDY!EVAN PETERS x BLACK!CLINGY!BIMBO!GIRLFRIEND!READER SMUT - 16+
NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD | visual porn link for this fic here!
REQUESTED OR ASKED;
- YES. (ABOVE)
WARNING !
p in v, rough sex, praise kink, oral (both receiving), sub!reader, dom!Evan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), sir kink?, pussy slapping, face slapping, messing up makeup kink, spanking, pussy/dick drunk, using sex as a relief, fingering, dogging style, cum-play, mild breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, breeding kink, body worship, crying kink, size kink, nipple play, whining/crying during sex, Evan being a lil soft/rough, pet names (READER: bunny, good girl, angel, doll | EVAN: baby, bear, sir, love)
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YOU HAD BEEN TEXTING EVAN HOURS BEFORE HE WAS SUPPOSE TO GET OFF OF WORK, this was a normal thing.. you always did it just to make sure he was okay or, to see what mood he’d be in when he would return home, but he'd been quite busy the pass few days.
Well, today it seemed as if he was in a frustrated mood, he was hardly texting back, and when he did it was a little rude with maybe about two to three word response, you didn't take it to heart, you know you boyfriend has a hard job and need to be focused on that.
You stopped texting after he supply replied to your last message with a small 'K', you quickly cleaned the kitchen and living-room before he would arrive, not wanting to make anything worst then it already was.
You hummed into the shower as you felt the warm water falling onto your gorgeous melanin skin, before standing there daydream, which turned into sex-dreaming about Evan, these thoughts.
Parts of you were getting wet and not from the water, you quickly grabbed your wash towel and scrubbed your body with it, relaxing yourself more, just as your thoughts move to Evan again.
Ever senses you guys been dating, for about 5 months, all you can think about when your home alone is him, he was always on top of your mind, 'how is Evan feeling today,’,, ’did Evan leave the house happy or.. did I do something wrong?’ it was like being under a spell, a obsession spell.. he was something like, a toy you wanted as a kid and could never have but that wouldn't stop you.
You had him lock in as well, but in your mind you were still competing for his love, for some reason you couldn't understand, you wanted him to do everything to you, every little thought he had of you—you wanted him to do it.. even if it was risky.
You dried yourself off, as you stepped out the shower and pulled yourself to the mirror and looked at yourself, you let out a sigh as you felt yourself missing him even more, missing his touch, his sweet kissing all over your body, and his soft voice as he would say the most sweetest things and have you feeling like putty in his hands.
You quickly got pretty for him, finishing up your skincare routine, having all of your melanin glowing for him, and fixed your braids into a bun leaving the two front pieces out, you sunkiss skin glowing in the light of the bathroom as you quickly slipped on the lingerie dress.
That was finished, you ended up doing a little bit of bodycare, lotion up your legs, arms and shoulders making sure your body is all soft and smooth for him, before going back down to the kitchen in your bunny slippers, making a families famous lasagna with a side of corn and a biscuit while having your apron over your dress
As soon as you were done placing the noodles in the pot, you place the lid back on top of the pot and place the biscuits in the oven to heat them up as you quickly rushed back to your shared bedroom and got it spotless clean before he came.
And just as you finished—you were back in the kitchen,, and he was opening the door, you stayed near the oven, moving back and forward from the sink and there’re as he called out for you, "Y/N, doll where ya' at?"
You replied to him, "Hi baby, I'm in the kitchen just give me a second, Okay?"
He replied with a simple ‘Okay, love.’ as you took your stop back by the store and dump the corn into the empty small pot before turning the oven heater on; making the biscuits warm up a little faster.
Before you went it, Evan was in the kitchen breathing in your neck heavily, with his lustful eyes on you.
"Welcome back my love,.. I've been thinking of you all day." you said quietly as you turned your head and let your nose poke at the side of his face before licking him and, kissing his nose and cheek, as he rapped his arm around your waist wanting to you to be closer.
You smiled as Evan kissing your cheek down to your neck and rubbed around your hip making you relax more in his hands, finally giving him his sweet welcome home kisses, smooth, warming and heart felt kiss you'd given to him, he pulled you even closer, settling your core near his crotch, as your hands rested on his shoulders trying to keep yourself settled without feeling weak to your knees, just as he smashed his lips back onto yours once again.
Just after that kiss your hands were behind your back shorter then a second after, as he started to tie his belt he'd just took off to your wrist, locking them together and behind your back, you whined in pain and pleasure before looking back into his going dark eyes and squirmed around him as he quickly pushed you off and dropped his pants to the floor.
Leaving him with his socks and shirt, which he quickly token off shortly after he'd slid your panties to the side and smashed your ass against his crotch once again.
Before kissing you roughly.
"Ev-a~ Evan!" you moaned quietly as you felt his eyes on you and his cock slide through ur slit over and over, back and forward before his tip had gotten closer to touching your sensitive entrance before sinking down onto it causing you to gasp, and pant just a little.
"Cmon bunny, relax-mm.. I've been needing this all day..I couldn't stop thinking of-ah!" his thrusting were becoming a mess over you, but you were enjoying it the more, you arched your back laying your head on his shoulder as he thrusted more quickly as you moaned back a hum to him and let your cunt tighten about him.
"..Of coming home from work and having dinner with you and proceeding to shower-sex,, but angel is this better.. so much better nnhh~" his grip around ur arm pulling them back got tight, as you relaxed your hand to feeling on his lower chess, wanting him to relax and not overpower himself like he does a work.
"'m here now bear~ use me as you please-AaaAh~ I-mm~ I want you to feel better, and in relief sir!.. goddd-aanGh~" you whimper in a moan as you clench on to his cock more, not wanting it to remove from the spot it was at already, he chuckle in your ear before smiling into your neck and his thrust had gone faster and faster like the speed of a light.
He instead to tell you, "Be a good girl and don't you dare move your arms from behind your back.." You moaned as his words wanting and craving more and you clench more tightly to him again, as you breathing increasing you were panting again,
His hand fell to your breast which he quickly expose to the mid air around the house, rubbing on your perfect brown nipples before squeezing them and flicking his middle finger over your sensitive left nipple making you push back against him and back arch more.
You were looking up at the ceiling, babbling over and over, "Please.. Evannn~ bear my goodness.. Ahh~ I don't think--ngh~~!" He shushed you but you couldn't stop, drool coming from the edges of your mouth.
As you hand started to grip into his chess your nails digging hit and he groan from the pain and pleasure as you quickly moved your hand to massage the mark your nails left.
You let out a cry, and the tears formed in your eyes once one of his hands fell to your exposed clit, and started to place tight circles around your bud making you tense up, your body starting to twitch as you tried to get a look at his face.
"Don't worry darling,, just a little more and I'll have you back to making dinner and we'll do it again alrighty?"
You couldn't even answer all that came out was a moaning mixture of a cry as you felt the tears falling out of your eyes, you started to beg, "Please- I don't think I cannn~ ahh~ its to much.. mm!!.. N-nnahh~~ no no.. more.. m'no aAh~!"
Evan grabbed you face before planting a sweet heavenly kiss on your lips and small pecks around the dimples of your face and the side of your mouth and chin and neck before whispering to you, "Your gonna be a good girl,, and take the rest of my cock.. okay darling..,, just a little more then ill give you a break, I promise bunny.. I promise."
You took his word and melt under his touch as he started to feel your about in the tight fitting lingerie you were gifted about your last birthday, you sink into him, gripping onto his hips once and again as you started to help him thrust into you as you thrust back against him.
The sound of your ass clapping back him and and both of your skin slapping against each other over and over, you moaning and him groaning.
He kissing under your ear before biting it and releasing a breathless chuckle in your ear before kissing your lips once again.
The hand that was still on your boobs fell against your body and traveled to your hips and gripped it roughly causing your to whimper under his touch before turning your head to the side and kissing his shoulder as he kissed your wanting both of each other to calm down and stay relax for both of y'alls pleasure.
Evan's hand moved to your lower stomach and pushed down on it drawing a whine from the both of you, "Should have done this before,, good I miss you so much."
You apologized in a whine, pouting, "m'sorry so sorry.. s'sorry ah~ I should've-mm~!!" Evan kissed the guiltiness out of you as you eyes filled up with tears again, you've been need for Evan but he'd been so busy and you needed him to focus on work to keep a house over both of your heads.
You felt him push down onto your stomach even more and your eyes welled up even more at the pleasure in your belly and threatening to burst.. you were so close to cumming you just needed a little push.
That little push was Evan, both of his hands move to your hips and gripped onto it using his ring-finger and middle to push down on your tummy adding more pressure to your body as you gotten all shaken up and legs started to shake and cunt twitch against his dick causing him to let out a loud groan in your ear,
Just as you clenched completely onto him, grip from your hands on his chess tighten and your head threw back against his shoulder, sight blurry as hell and you see the light from above shining on you and him, and your moan flew open and a loud moan calling out from it.
You came hard on his dick just as he kissing you shoulder and mumbled, "Such a good bunny girl.. my little angel.. done so good for me,, let me finish okay darling.."
You couldn't even answer, all of these pet names making you gust more over his dick, before him thrusting into you again causing you to twitch more and more and release more all over his member before he let out a moan and pulled out cumming all over your back, before scooping it with a nail and rubbing it against your slit and around your madly sensitive lil bud before kissing your now sweaty brown melanin skin, "Evan!"
You yelled at him, "Now I have to Bathe again!"
"That's fine angel, you'll just bathe with me.." he calms you down with small kisses upon your shoulders and up to the side of your neck and under your ear.
SORRY IT WAS POSTED LATE IVE BEEN BUSY.
ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.
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cyberghu0l · 1 year
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I'm here
Shuri × fem reader
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You wake up from a nightmare and Shuri comforts you
Translations: sthandwa - my love
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The memory of waiting for Shuri at the palace while she fought Namor echoed through your dreams. You had your kamono beads linked to hers and the second she was stabbed, Griot alerted you.
"The princess' abdomen is loosing blood." You paced back and worth in her lab trying to distract yourself from it. You know she can do it, but it doesn't stop your anxiety.
"Princess' heartbeat is decreasing." "Decreasing?! Griot please do something!" You shouted at the AI, tears dwelling in your eyes.
"I am sorry Y/N, I cannot do anything as her komono beads has now been disconnected." Your heart stopped in that moment. You didn't know what was going on, what state she was in, or if she was alive or not.
That's when you woke up
You shot up panting as you looked to your side, to find your wife gone from her usual spot. Your breathing quickened as your hearing became foggy. You heard a voice calling you. But your vision was failing you too. "Y/N?" The person sat in front of you took your hand in there's. You immediately recognized it as Shuri. Just then your hearing was coming back.
"Okay, here breathe with me okay love?" She put your hand on her chest and took in a deep breath. You did the same. She held it and let out. You mimicked her, as your vision came back as well. "Can you see me?" She noticed you blinking rapidly. All you could do is nod. "Okay, good. Just keep breathing with me, okay?"
You mimicked her rhythm of breathing for a couple of minutes. She clicked one of your komono beads and your vitals appeared. "Steady heartbeat. How are you feeling?" You cupped the side of her face, she leaned into your touch, holding your free hand. "It wad the worst, Shuri. Namor had killed you, and I couldn't help. And-" "Whoa, whoa." She stopped you.
"You see me right?" You nodded. "I'm not hurt am I?" You shook your head. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Even if Namor decided to attack again, we are stronger than ever. And so are you. Your Dora training is going great, so you'll be right there with me." You smiled remembering you only have one more step before you graduate and become a certified Dora Milaje. "Come here." She climbed back to her spot next you and opened her arms.
Your head rested comfortably on her chest, and your fingers intertwined. She gently scratched your back, occasionally drawing circles. She knew it always calmed you down. "Good night, sthandwa." She said softly. Only thing was, you had already fallen asleep.
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did you guys hear about bp coming to Disney plus on the 20th⁉️ i actually screamed when i saw it. preparing myself for HD edits😋🤞🏽in other news, working on a couple longer stories for Riri and maybe even Okoye🙊
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lunarmoonanons · 9 months
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Do You Love Me?
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YN Velaryon has a burning question for her once dear friend, Aemond. Not canon to Fire and Salt
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YN needed answers. For her life and her needs she needed answers to what the future might hold. She wanted to know what her mother was to do if the world turned against her. She wanted to know if she was to be married off with none of her say considered. She wanted to know the truth behind her father’s death. Mostly she wanted the answer to a question from someone whom her heart yearned to hear from since their parting when they were children. So without any knowledge from her family, YN wrote a simple note to her once close companion: Aemond. 
The note simply said: “Come to this place in three days. Tell no one. Come alone. I need to see you.” Along with the note she included directions to a remote tiny island away from Westorous. 
And so after three days, YN took Seasmoke under the cover of night and flew to the island that she knew no one else would be at. She arrived first and spent the first two hours pacing and biting her thumbnail, occasionally she played with the ends of her curly hair that was wild from the wind. Her stomach was aflutter from what she was planning to say and from the fear that he wouldn't show up or that he would show up with others. Her stomach turned, her skin felt too hot, her hands shook, and her dress felt too constrictive. 
But when the third hour approached, YN heard the sound of massive wings coming her way. Looking to the sky, she saw the giant dragon Vaghar. Aemond was alone and coming to see her. Suddenly her resolve felt weak. She was ready to present herself as she was and ask Aemond her drilling questions, but when she saw he drew close it felt like her knees were weak. She stopped her frantic pacing and stood strong to face him. When he landed YN clenched and unclenched her fist to steady herself. 
“It took some time to get away with a proper excuse. I’m sorry to have made you wait.” Aemond tried to explain as he dismounted from the beast. He strode toward her and finally the two faced each other.
“What do you need of me?” He whispered. 
YN took a breath and looked right into his eye. “I believe you miss me. That you’ve missed our friendship.” 
“I do. I truly have missed you.” Aemond was honest. 
“Well…” YN sighed. “I’ve missed you too. Against what you have thought I haven’t just burned your letters to me. I haven’t read them but I have kept them.”
“YN. You know I have always thought the world of you. That my feelings toward you have never been anger..” Aemond looked away and sighed. “But your brothers bring out the worst in me. I can’t help but show my worst side to them-”
“I think you miss more then our friendship. That when you miss me, you miss what might’ve been between us. And now you mourn us because our families would never let us be. I care too much about my brothers, and you care enough about what your mother would say.”
Aemond said nothing but he finally looked back at her. 
“I’ve said I hated you. But I’ve forgotten how close hate is to love. How the feelings of love for you, felt like hatred for what you said about my brothers.” YN tried to keep her thoughts clear. 
“Because you outrank them, by blood you are Velaryon and Targaryen. They are not us and-”
YN raised a hand to stop him and continued. “I’ve not come to argue again. I wanted to know something.”
“Yes?”
“I could live far away from here. If I had the love of one person, I could learn to love without my family. But I would need them to love me and be away from all this.” YN tried to explain. 
“YN…” 
“Do you love me?” YN finally asked. Her burning question. 
“This has nothing to do with just loving you.” Aemond tried to explain. 
“Do you love me?” 
“It is more complicated than that.” Aemond argued.
“Do you love me?” 
“I have spent my whole life trying to be a Targaryen. To live up to that name. To just throw it away now what would be the point? My live, my family. They all expect me-” 
“I will be your family. I have expected nothing from you. You don't need to live up to anything with me. I know who you are. You are more than just a name to me. You are everything. Do. You. Love Me?” YN shouted. 
“I love you!” Aemond shouted back. “I love you so dearly. I love your fire. I love your voice. I love everything about you. It feels like an eternity when you are not near. I love you YN. I have always loved you.” 
His pale hand touched her brown warm cheek. The two said nothing as they closed the gap between them and kissed. Passionately and lovingly they kissed and embraced each other finally. Years of missing the other boiled over into this desperate kiss. Eventually they pulled away and stared at each other. 
“I love you too.” YN whispered. “So choose me. We don’t have to stay like this. You don’t have to live up to an impossible name. We don’t have to be a family name. We can just be us.”
“I’ve spent my whole life trying to be a Targaryen. I don’t know what else to be.” Aemond said in a breathy tone. 
YN raised her hands and grabbed his face, warm palms against his cold cheeks. “I love you. I don’t want Aemond Targaryen. I just want Aemond.” 
Aemond looked into her face and saw nothing but genuine love. Love that only asked one thing from him. To choose her. To choose them. Aemond brought his lips to hers once again and finally they were together again. He didn’t have to live up to a family name with her. He only had to choose her.
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gardenof-venus · 2 years
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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!
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↳ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬’ 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡. ↳ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬’ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.
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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ! — as yall can already tell, I cannot keep up with writing a series to save my life. planning is always easy went you have the idea in the moment but as time passes, that bright idea dwindles, so I tend to lose my drive for it. so as of right now I’ll be taking new requests to refresh my mind!
From now to the unforeseeable future my asks are open specifically for nsfw and fluff requests for the characters I enjoy writing for and the characters y’all like seeing! hopefully with time i’ll gain the patience and time management skills to write a full series, but for now this is what we got!
𝐒𝐨, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 !
𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 • Eren Yeager ; Levi Ackerman ; Jean Kirsten ; Connie Springer ; Hange Zoë ; Onyankopon
𝐛𝐡𝐧𝐚 / 𝐦𝐡𝐚 • Shota Aizawa ; Keigo Takami ; Taishiro Toyomitsu ; Tomura Shigaraki ; Tamaki Amajiki ; Dabi/Touya Todoroki
𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 • Spencer Reid
𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 • Benimaru Shinmon
𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 • Nanami Kento ; Gojo Satoru ; Sukuna ; Choso ; Getou Suguru ; Toji Fushiguro ; Aoi Todo
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 • Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector ; Natasha Romanoff ; Bucky Barnes ; Steve Rogers ; Peter Parker (AG, TH) ; Thor Odinson ; Frank Castle ; Matt Murdock ; Eddie Brock, Venom ; Shuri Udaku; Miguel O’Hara ; Hobie Brown
𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 • Ethan Landry ; Chad Meeks-Martin ; Tara Carpenter ; Sam Carpenter
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 • Rio [Good Girls]
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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 !
[nothing yet !]
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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— moots 🫶🏽
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— current characters taglist
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“gimme one margarita imma open my legs..” 🎶
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ingeniousmindoftune · 2 years
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Back to Health •
Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x woc!reader 💋
Description: In which you miss his show due to you being under the weather and on your monthly, instead of being upset he comes home and take care of you
Fluff! 💛
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Roman strutted his 6’3 frame down the hallway, and towards the room that the two of you have shared for nine years. The two of you have been together for fourteen years but, married nine years ago. You were by his side every step of the way, except for today. You hadn’t been feeling good for the past week in a half, but today was the worst. You couldn’t bring yourself to get out the curl you were in. And Roman didn’t realize how bad of a shape you were in until he entered the bedroom.
“Mm.” You groaned and moaned, balking up in the center of the bed, tissues surrounding you along with the small trash can from the living room.
He raised an eyebrow. “Baby, everything alright? You aren’t dressed, what’s going on? You ok?” He frowned. He had never seen you like this before, when you were sick or on your menstrual, you never made it known. You always kept pushing, like you’ve been for the past week in a half. Still going, cheering him on, being the loving, supporting and faithful wife that he loved and adored so much, but today, today was hell for you.
“I’m sorry baby,” you groaned turning on your side to make eye contact with him. “I can’t today. I feel so horrible.”
Roman was a little disappointed and taken aback that his wife wouldn’t be there to cheer him on, the one person he knew truly had his back. Besides Jimmy and Jey. It was going to be different in the ring now that he couldn’t hear you screaming on the side lines ‘Let’s go baby!’ or cheering him on, or yelling at the other wrestler to get out. You grew up in the wrestling business. Your father was a wrestler and so was your mother, although you weren’t no where near as talented as them, you dabbled in the past but only realized it wasn’t for you. “What do you mean? What’s going on? Baby, you know you’re my rock. I can’t win without you, you’re my good luck charm.”
“I know that you feel that way, Leati. But, trust me, you got this in the bag. I’ll be cheering you on from home. I’m just not feeling good, I can’t even move.”
Roman moved his hair from his face, walking around to you, he was dressed up and ready for the smack down tonight, but he couldn’t possibly go whilst you were home feeling your worst. “I can cancel.” He felt your forehead, you shook your head pointing your pointer in his face, being your dominant and stern self. “You will not. You will go and win that belt and I’ll be right here cheering you on and cussing at whomever tries to stand in your way.”
“It just doesn’t feel right. Me being out there and you’re home sick.” He chuckled lightly, imagining you doing just that.
You sat up. “Babe.” You reached your hand out, kissing his hands. “Don’t. Don’t you worry about me. Do this for me. You show them whose boss, okay? I’ll be right here when you get home.” He nodded his head with a heavy sigh, “Alright babe.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips, “I love you.” You smiled. “And, I love you.” Planting a kiss on your head, he proceeds out the door.
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“You good?” Jey and Jimmy asks Roman, whom was tapping the screen continuously, awaiting for your response and trying to avoid the screen lock in the process. He was on soon but all he could think about was you. You were in bad shape and it scared him.
Roman sigh. “It’s my wife man, she’s been sick for the last week, she told me it was just minor but she’s down bad, and I’m supposed to be here and act like everything’s alright when my wife is lying in bed, sick.”
“Is she pregnant? I know you and her been trying to add a new addition to the family.” He shook his head no. “No, she’s not pregnant, she’s on her period. I think it’s some kind of cold. Either way, I rather be with her then here. I would be alright if she responds..”
Jimmy reached into his pocket. “Noami isnt going to be here tonight, I can have her go over and check in on her. Don’t worry brother, it’ll all be good. I’ll have her go over there. You need to get ready though, she wouldn’t want you worrying about her. Win this belt.”
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Roman let out a deep sigh as he stood up with the belt. Although he just won, it didn’t feel right. “This one is for you baby!” He pointed into the camera, holding up the belt. Little did he know you were home, screaming and cheering, jumping up and down in the bed. Noami was laughing, for someone so down and out, you were sure to cheer your man on and it wasn’t nothing new.
“Alright, brothers.” He gave Jimmy and Jey a brotherly hug, picking up his bag and wrapping the belt over his shoulder. “Time to get home to my wife. Nurse her back to health, this was hell without her.”
You would think he would want freedom and was okay with you not being here but, he would never not be okay without you. You were indeed his good luck charm, and knowing you were there and always supportive, it was relieving.
“You still here?” He asks Noami dropping his bags down at the front door, she was in the kitchen brewing some hot tea.
She smiled. “I am. She’s finally asleep. I’ll be on my way now.” He nods. “I appreciate you for doing this, coming here and taking care of her.” She smiled, brushing the air. “That’s what family’s for.” He nods and smiled, after awhile Noami left.
To not disturb you, he showered in the guest bedroom before cleaning up, and coming back down to get your tea and make his way to you. Closing the bedroom door shut, he seated your tea on the night stand, leaning down kissing you on the lips.
“Mm, Naomi I’m not the one.” You groaned in your sleep. He chuckled. “I would hope not, I want you all to myself.” Your eyes fluttered open, you grinned from ear to ear, reaching up, you hugged his neck. “Baby! You did it. I’m so proud of you.”
He hugged your waist. “Thank you. Couldn’t of done it without your support, you did watch right?”
“Of course I did.” You smiled. He pulls away, “Here drink your tea and I brought you some medicine.” You pout. “Aw babe, you didn’t have to.” He nods pulling out the medication on the table along with some of your favorite snacks and a heating pad. “Yeah, well, I did and you weren’t feeling good. So, you and I are gonna get you healthy and watch some of your favorites.” You smiled, he laid beside you. You popped the medication in your mouth, drinking the bottle of water
Roman laid out on the bed, pulling the comforters back, he sat up on the headboard holding out his arms to you. You cuddled in his arms in the back to chest position , he kissed the top of your head, placing the heating pad on your stomach, your arms gripped his biceps as you snuggled into him. “What you want to watch?”
“You pick. But something comical.” He nods, proceeding to play Coming 2 America, one of your go-to films. He opens the melons, “Want some?” You nod your head, he feeds them to you.
>This sucked 😩 didn’t turn out like I wanted: I’m not feeling good at all! But hope you guys liked it, enough ♥️
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loveydelrey444 · 2 years
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A/N: This is my first time writing on Tumblr! and there is an extreme lack of Barry Allen smut so, enjoy :). 
CW: 18+ content, praise, no pronouns specified, oral (M receiving)!
You and Barry have been dating for about 6 months now, he’s amazing in almost every way but for the past four weeks he’s been extremely busy. From metas coming at him back to back, to his forensic work, he’s barley home and when he is he’s exhausted. Barry is absolutely overworking himself and it’s worrying you, so you decided to speak with him tonight about your relationship and how you two can communicate and figure something out. 
Barry walked through the door, eyes droopy and looked practically on the verge of passing out. 
You got up from the bed and walked downstairs once you heard the door shut behind him. You make it down the stairs and the second the speedster sees you he immediately wraps him arms around you, dropping his bag to his side. Both of you stay that way for a few minutes before he finally says, 
“Hi sweetheart, how are you?” You pull away slightly and look up at him before responding.
“Can we talk my love?”
“ ‘Course” He looked down at you, his eyes telling you he’s listening.
“I’m worried about you Barr, you work day and night, you’re exhausted and we barley see each other. I want you to take..a break” Barry took in what you said and looked at you with pleading eyes. He then cupped your face and pulled you into a sweet kiss.
“All this is temporary, the metas should be settling soon and I promise the second I can I’ll rest yeah?” He shined you a reassuring smile
“Can’t you just take a day or two off? Maybe a week?” He shook his head.
“Baby, look at me. I can’t stop, not right now..people still need help, metas are still coming out left and right; it’s just not a good time right now. I promise you I will rest for a month if that’ll make you happy. Please, just be patient.”
“Just a day?, please Barry you’re killing yourself out there. What good is the Flash to people if he’s too exhausted to help them?” The speedster smiled.
“You’re gonna keep pushing me until I give in are you?”
“Yes” Barry sighed. 
“Baby I-“
“Please?, please rest for me.” Barry could never deny you of what you wanted, you’re his weakness. He’s stupidly in love with you.
“One day. ‘Kay one day, that’s it.” You grinned at your lover.
“I love you, Barry”
“Yeah yeah” He leaned down to hug you and whispered in your ear, “I’m gonna jump in the shower, I’ll be back in a bit” You grinned and allowed him to walk past you towards the stairs.
Barry could do the smallest, domestic things with you and you’d get turned on in an instant, it seems he has the same hold on you as you do him.
You bit your lip at the thought of you making love with Barry tonight but quickly stepped on the thought, he was exhausted, he should rest you thought.
While Barry was in the shower you decided to settle onto your bed and have a movie and a meal ready for your lover after his shower. 
Soon enough Barry was out the shower and came into your view. His hair and body were wet, only a towel covered his lower half. You sat up, and began to observe and admire his beautiful body. “You made me a meal too? You’re amazing my love. Absolutely perfect”. Suddenly he was in front of you and he was leaning down to kiss your head. You were so entranced by him you hadn’t noticed he’d truly gotten so close. The speedster pulled away and stood in front of you. You looked up at him lustfully and lovingly. ‘’I made loaded potatoes, I- uh hope you like them. How was your shower?”. 
Barry began to remove his towel from around his waist and brought it to his head to dry his hair; leaving him exposed. You decided to look down at your food to respect your lover’s privacy, though you two are together you believed your partner still deserved their privacy. You tried to focus on the taste of your food when you heard the sound of the towel dropping to the floor. You looked up to see Barry had gotten closer. The speedster leaned down once more and cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. He kissed your lips, only this time this kiss was potent with desire. Still lethally close to your lips Barry whispered “I’m so bare and exposed for you baby, I’d like to see you bare as well if you’re okay with that”. Your heart rate increased as you looked up at Barry with those beautiful doe eyes of yours; you then nodded at him in approval. With that Barry took a seat in front of you on the bed and began to trace his fingers down your torso until he found the end of your tank top. Slowly, he lifted it up over your head gently placing it somewhere behind him on the bed. 
Your breast were there and bare in front of him. Barry changed his gaze from your chest to your eyes and kissed you lovingly. “Do you ever truly realize how beautiful you are?. I’ll give you anything you want my love just say the word, it’s yours”  His words made your body respond in a way no one else could. “I want you in my mouth, please” Your voice was breathy and needy. Barry pushed his lips against yours, his tongue making love to yours. He loves you so much. He pulled away from you slowly leaving a broken trail of saliva on both your lips. Barry licked his lips to taste the last remainder of you on his lips; He then stood and lifted your chin making you look at him. He smiled down at you. “You’re so pretty” You blushed at his comment and shifted your gaze from his eyes to his abdomen, leaning in closer towards his body and looking up at him before pressing a kiss on his abdomen. Barry let out a groan while throwing his head back in pleasure. Barry’s most sensitive part besides his penis was his abdomen and you knew it and he loved you so fucking much for it. “Your voice is so pretty baby” you said before placing another kiss under his belly button. Barry let out a low breathy laugh and began stroking your hair. You removed his hand from your hair and brought it towards your lips and you gently kissed two of his knuckles before intertwining your hand with his. “Hold my hand while you make love to my mouth baby” Barry’s penis began to pulse at your romantic words. You blushed at this and parted your lips for him. 
While still holding your hand, Barry slowly thrusted his cock into your mouth, stoping only when you’ve taken all of him in your throat. “God you feel so good” Barry let out a groan, closing his eyes overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You touched his thighs letting him know you couldn’t breath. His eyes opened and he began to thrust slowly in and out of your mouth. 
“I’m sorry y/n you felt fucking amazing” He smirked at the thought of you gagging on his cock, how beautiful you’d look. This thought made him go a bit faster, using his free hand to cup your left cheek, he loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth; as well as the feeling of your soft skin against his palm. He looked down to see your eyes looking up at him, enjoying the sight of your lover slowly losing control of himself. “You can’t keep looking at me like this princess, I could cum at the sight of you” 
Barry moaned. You grabbed his thighs closer signaling to him to go faster. Barry understood and began full on face fucking you while also becoming a needy whore. “S’good baby, you’re s’good to me” Barry began to whimper and squirm in front of you; you felt his penis pulse inside your throat while his thrust became sloppy. Barry pulled out of your mouth and you took him into your free hand and began stroking him slowly, teasing him. He whined, not being able to control his pleasure. Can’t standing the action of denying him of what he needs you started to stroke him faster. 
“I’m sorry baby, teasing you was mean. Please cum for me honey, please cum inside my mouth; you’ve been working so hard. Always keeping me safe, you deserve to cum baby cmon let it all out.” You opened your mouth allowing him to use you whenever he was ready. “Stick out your tongue pretty baby” You obeyed; Barry then began to grind the tip of his penis on your tongue. Barry let out a loud groan; His eyes closed and his chest heaved. “Y/n, god I love you” Barry moaned before he released onto your tongue. Barry was beautiful when he came, his skin sweaty and glistening, his beautiful neck and voice. Barry Allen is so fucking beautiful. You put your tongue back into your mouth and swallowed your lover. Barry then grabbed your hand still intertwined with his and kissed your knuckles before shining you a tired smile. “You did amazing my love”. 
Pt 2 coming soon. 
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hi can you write something for bottom Alicent x f reader (she's Rhaenyra older daughter) with prompts 2, 3, 25 and 37
👀 I see you anon, I like this. Reader is Laenor and Rhaenyra's true born daughter
WC: 1.2
Warnings: Age gap (reader is 18/19 while Alicent would be in her 30's), fingering, biting/marking, some religious guilt, a little bit obsession on both ends, Alicent is a pillow princess
HOTD smut prompts
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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Ever since you were little, you remembered the unhealthy obsession you had with Alicent and the one she had with you.  The Queen was always there when you turned around, a smile on her face as she offered her hand.  Your silver curls flounced behind you as you skipped over to take it.
“So beautiful, my dear,” she cooed, one hand on your bronze cheek as she held your hand tightly with the other.  There was always an odd look in your mother’s eye, but she would simply give you a kind smile. You learned it was a good thing to have favor with the Queen.  Alicent was never as kind to your brothers, but she doted upon you.  Gifting you pretty jewels for your hair, delicate silk gowns embedded with fine pearls, little dollies to play with, sweet treats and anything else you desired or she wished to bestow.  She would sit you upon her lap to tell you stories or brush your hair.  You loved when her fingers would gently weave braids into your hair, making you feel like a true Targaryen princess.  There were times you wondered why she never spent time with Helaena like this, but you revealed in the attention.  You were a bit spoiled.
You grew older, wiser, and curiosity filled you.  Alicent would oft take you to the sept, teaching you the ways of the Seven while your mother contradicted with teachings of the Valyrian gods and goddesses.  Both had a strong hold on you, so you devoured their words.  You could belong to both in different ways.  As you blossomed into a young woman, you were usually found attending your lessons or with your head buried in your book.  Boys never interested you much, but women did.  You would have to marry for duty, understanding this was how things were done, but you knew it would never qualm your true desires.  You knew your father loved your mother and they had created you, but his passions lied elsewhere.  One of your maids gave you a tale of female erotic which you kept buried in a drawer under your stockings.
There were a few illustrations and you’d find your fingers tracing the breasts, round bottoms, and the silken hair that covered their flower.  You had seen your mother undressed, but never looked upon her in that way.  You began to wonder what the Queen looked like.  Such wicked thoughts.  You were a sinful girl….but you liked it.  Time passed and you were careful, practicing on your trusted handmaidens and one of the beautiful ladies in the kitchen.  You discovered how much you enjoyed them under you, mewling with pleasure and bending to your will. How would it feel to have the Queen submit to you? To see her flushed red as a rose.
She came to your rooms one evening, a frown upon her face.
“Your Grace?” you asked as you placed your lyre down.  You enjoyed practicing your music in the evening.
“I’m most disappointed in you, princess, one would think not to behave in such an unbecoming manner.  The kitchen girl gossiping about how you tasted her lips along with other…areas,” Alicent scolded. You half expected her to drag you into the sept to confess your sins.
Your eyes widened.  Well, you should have known better as you understood how gossip stirred in the Red Keep.  “Just a silly thing between girls, your Grace,” you said.  "We all practice kissing on each other."
“Foolish girl!” she scolded and you realized it was not anger in her eyes, but jealousy.
You moved closer to her, gently taking her hands as you pulled her close. “Please forgive me, your Grace,” you whispered.  Her gaze softened.
“I could never be mad with you for long, sweet girl, but you must be careful.  The servant girls….wag their tongues.”
You decided to grow bold. “It is not the serving girls I want.  I want you. I want to take you apart in every way. With my fingers. With my tongue. Until you are nothing more than a sobbing mess,” you whispered then your lips crashed against hers before all nerve left your body.
Thus the dance began between you two.
“Alicent,” you whispered as you pressed soft kisses to her face. “You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.”
Her body shivered under yours as your fingers caressed her soft curves, traced the faded gray marks left behind from childbirth on her belly and hips, reveling in how the raised flesh felt.
“Do not make promises you cannot keep, princess,” she smirked as your hand cupped her dripping cunt, feeling the damp curls that covered her.
“I never do,” you replied before two fingers sunk inside of her.  She let out a delighted gasp, dark red curls fanned beneath her head as she nibbled on her lower lip.  Cheeks flushed a lovely shade of red as her walls fluttered around your fingers.  You pressed your warm, tawny hand against her stomach as you filled her with a third.
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” you whispered before you lowered your mouth to her rosy nipple, suckling happily on it as your fingers found a steady rhythm.  Pumping in and out of her weeping pussy.  Ever since the day you confessed your feelings for her, the two of you spent almost every evening together when she was not called upon by duty to the King, your grandfather.  Oh, seven hells, you were fucking your grandfather’s wife.  You truly were depraved.  But she was your Alicent.  And you were hers.
Your thumb circled lazily around her clit as she whined happily.  “Oh please,” she begged.
“Go on, make a pretty mess for me,” you whispered and felt the warm release against your fingers.  You removed your fingers then pressed them to her lips, letting her suckle and lick them clean. “I wish I could mark you, a reminder of us,” you hummed.
“Viserys has been ill lately, he hasn’t called upon me to couple with him in many an evening.  You could, he would never know,” Alicent said as her fingers stroked your silver curls.
“Really?” you asked with surprise before you nuzzled her belly.  His loss.  “Let me have you. Let me claim you. Let me make you mine.”
“I wish for nothing more, princess,” she begged. 
“Turn over,” you smirked.
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red before she rolled onto her belly.  You pushed her hair out of the way then kissed over her shoulders, down her back before you reached the lovely swells of her ass.  “Right here,” you whispered before you pressed a deep kiss to her skin, suckling gently.  Alicent gripped the pillow while you sucked and nibbled on her skin until a raised, red mark was left behind on her left cheek.
“That will be sore tomorrow,” she chuckled.
“I promise to kiss it better,” you teased before you curved your naked body against hers.
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asvterias · 2 years
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𝖯𝗈𝗅𝗒!𝖱𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌
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Tags: @clarkegriffinslever @janeswhore @yurdreamgirlfriend
A/N: Steve never dates Nancy so Barb & Chrissy are still alive. Chrissy is aged up to 18-19 in this.
Poly!Ronance x Fem!Sinclair!Reader
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Ok, first of all, having these two as your girlfriends is a dream come true
You had met them at your job ‘The Skating Rink’ and were the one handing them their roller skates
Apparently, they were already dating before you long arrived and were thinking about a poly relationship
Out of all three of you, you would be the funniest
Whereas your girls would be the smart ones
Robin is the most affectionate
Nancy isn't too big on PDA in public but will hold you or Robin’s hand
Or when it’s just you three, you or Robin would come up from behind and sneak a couple of neck kisses on Nancy
Poor baby would be so flustered; like she would be beet red in the face
Since you’re the most popular girl alongside your best friend Chrissy, boys would hit on you
The Wheeler girl can conceal her jealousy but Robin?— not so much.
Nancy would often stay behind and watch her girlfriends’ practice; you with cheerleading and Robin with band
You made a polaroid of the three of you as platonic friends
Forest dates are a must; only when it’s day time of course
Between the three of you, Nancy would be the smallest spoon and she’s not afraid to admit it
So this is how you would look like
Robin loves using you and Nancy's chest as a pillow, stating that your breasts are the right size to snuggle on
“Mmm…your breasts are just so soft though.”
The Buckley girl would normally ramble you and Nancy to sleep so after a while she soon notices
“Nance? [Name]? Are you guys still up?”
Nancy would constantly smother you in forehead kisses
Robin loves nose kisses especially when you’re sick
For some reason, the Buckley teen likes to roam around your room and touch your little trinkets and rummage through your closet
Study Dates are the cutest
You and Robin would be distracted by everything in sight whereas Nancy would be mildly annoyed
The Wheeler girl bribes you and Robin to study to get rewarded with kisses
Obviously, you two didn’t turn that offer down
Basically, Robin misinterpreted Nancy’s bribe
“Ok, what is—“ *kiss* “Robin, what are you doi—“ *kiss* “[Name] don’t join—“ *kiss*
When you and Robin met Barb, she was a bit squeamish with you but was used to Robin
Considering that Robin and Barb are at the bottom of the social chain in school, they’re good acquaintances
Soon after, Barb sees how much you mean to her best friends and manages to get along with you
Chrissy basically welcomed them with open arms and a toothy grin
“I’m so glad that [name] met you. She would talk about how much she loves you two and how every little gesture means something to her, non-stop! Honestly, I just tune her out after a while.”
Then they both would blush as you shout; “Chrissy?!!”
“But am I wrong?”
After your interaction with Chrissy, they would tease you endlessly
“So you talk about how you love us daily?!”
“Shut up. It was so embarrassing!”
“We don’t think that it’s embarrassing, we think that it’s cute. Don’t we, rob?”
“Of course we do. Truth be told, we do the exact same thing whenever you were still practicing.”
“So that’s why you guys would always point and stare at me during cheerleading?”
“That’s not the only reason. You look so fuckable in that mini-skirt.”
“Mmm…it seems like I can make that dream a reality.”
Let’s just say that you had a very productive night afterwards
Now it was time to meet the families
Karen was ecstatic with her daughter lovers’ whereas Ted was like ‘okkkk? do you want a reward?’
Mike remained neutral to the news but nonetheless happy for the three of you
Holly was absolutely confused but remained joyous
“So does this mean that I have two more sisters?”
Your mom had to wrap her head around the whole entity of her eldest daughter being queer and polyamorous but was giddy regardless
At first, your dad was perplexed by the whole ordeal until he became more understanding of it
Lucas was optimistic about your relationship whereas Erica was a bit biggity
“The same rules still apply to you two, don't you dare go around breaking my sister’s heart or you will be sorry.”
Even though it sounded like an empty threat, it was a sincere promise
Robin’s parents confirmed that they already knew since last month and were okay with it
Since you were about to soon graduate, Nancy would worry that you all wouldn’t make it to the same college and would have to do long distance
You and Robin comfort her with kisses and cuddles
Anyways, you love your girlfriends and wouldn’t change it for the world
NSFW
Robin would be a top, Nancy a switch, and you a bottom
Nancy is a Mean!Switch which makes Robin a Soft!Dom, and you are the Brat!Sub
Nancy loves your tits whereas Robin loves your cunt
The Wheeler would comment, saying that she loves your brown nipples every time she sucks on them
So you can bet that she always leaves breasts hickeys
The brunette Wheeler would most likely graze her hand against your thigh underneath the table
They both know that you adore praise kink and will use it as an opportunity every time
“You’re such a good girl.” Nancy would often coo at you
Nancy would often use the vibrator whereas robin uses her mouth and fingers
The Wheeler girl’s favorite position with either you or Robin is scissoring, she just wants to be on the top
The Buckley girl’s own is the ‘69 position’
They just love pleasuring you more than themselves seeing as that you’re the most vulnerable
Surprisingly, Nancy is most the riskful out of the trio
Takes turns fucking you in your cheer outfit
You are their beautiful pillow princess
Their little slut – mommies good girl
Jealousy sex is ✨aMazInG ✨
You would be the type to own lingerie and a couple of thongs (which you hide from your siblings)
One time you went to the mall with them to buy some new clothes
Teasingly, you would flash either one of them your baby blue thong while in the dressing room
Now Nancy isn’t the one to be a perv
I mean, the brunette girl would sneak a little glance but then quickly avert her eyes before you could notice
But Robin has NO shame
She will look at the flimsy material without hesitation and when you flutter your eyelashes at her with a knowing smirk, Robin would let out a little whine and practically pounce on you
Too bad that Nancy walked in and yanked Robin off of your neck
“Just wait till we get home, sweetie. We’re going to completely ravish you.” Nancy spoke, her lustful eyes pierced through yours
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What A Scary King
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Summary : King Mitchell is known for being cold and distant. Some would even say scary. And if it seems like you're the only one saved from his temper, he knows how to prove the gossip wrong, even more when you ask him to be nice.
Pairing : King!Mitch Rapp x Royal Guard!Reader
Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, pet names, smut, degradation, power unbalance, mean mitch, creampie, titty worship, slight manhandling, overstimulation too if you squint, mitch being really rough on reader, kinda fluffy too in some places (i made the man a little sweet to balance it out :)).
A/N : second one for you birdie !! hope you enjoy :)
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There she was, strutting down the hallway of the castle, looking as fresh as a morning flower and as joyous as the sun. She reminded of the sun, ironically, probably looking ten times brighter. She could light up a room with her smile making hearts melt was her specialty and she surprised more than one when meeting her.
That girl was you. You were the embodiment of the sun in this dull ancient castle.
In a place where power ruled over everything else, a constant fight to keep it or get it for ourselves as well as money and adoration from the people, you skipped freely, as if nothing truly bothered you. You were the only free in this fancy diamond cage. That was what had attracted Mitch’s attention first, how free you looked, happy and just bubbling in excitement at practically everything. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he found you annoying and excessive in your reactions at first. He would even say that you were actually too bright and it was painful for his eyes.
Mitch was completely opposite to you. Just like Edward Cullen, he looked like he was in pain at each interaction he was having. Visibly uncomfortable or just bored out of his mind, he just couldn’t help his incapacity to care. He looked just about perfect for the role too, messy hair and scowl who could make a war veteran cower. Was he doing it on purpose ? Yes, people wouldn’t approach him and would approach you directly.
The problem was that people were supposed to talk to him. He was the king and you were just his personal bodyguard.
You tried to help him put himself out there but King Mitchell was definitely not the easiest to deal with. He always found a way to get his way and that meant letting you blabber around with important people while he found a way to stand there and watch you or just disappear. And you couldn’t say or do much, because he was the boss. But you did speak, because that’s all you ever did, talk.
“Your Highness ! Your Highness, stop walking! Wait !”
He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, clearly amused by the situation, just like the rest of the staff watching it unfold. It wasn’t unusual but they had to act as if they weren’t seeing it. As usual, there you were, running after the King, trying to have the usual conversation.
You were still following him, this time through the hallways of his quarters, forbidden to most, except you. You lived there, and not with the other bodyguards, for a reason unknown to them and the rest of the staff.
He kept walking and you kept running, trying to catch up to him, which was lore difficult than it seemed. In your defense, the King had longer legs, and he had disappeared about five minutes before you noticed and started running after him.
“King Mitchell, stop ignoring me and stop walking too !” You huffed, sounding out of breath.
You were still running when you slammed violently against his back, the bastard had stopped now only and probably on purpose too. He was trying you, and succeeding too.
You let out a grunt of annoyance, breathing in slowly to catch your breath while he stood there, like a greek statue. The man turned around and smiled widely at the glare you threw his way.
“That’s not a way to look at you king, princess.” He said, tilting his head and grabbing your waist in his hands.
You looked around frantically, making sure that no one could see you before kicking him in the shin.
“Don’t say that ! If people hear you, they’re going to have my head on a platter.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. His hand came up to your face, holding it tenderly and in that moment, you slightly forgot the reason why you’d been running after him. Mitch was rarely as tender and soft with anyone, but you were the exception again. When he kissed your forehead then your eyelids, you wanted to melt in his arms.
“I’m the king. No one will have your head, ever.” His lips were soft on your skin, soften than they looked. And so were his hands, they felt like clouds. Maybe you were tired from running but you suddenly felt sleepy.
A sudden boost of energy ran through your entire body, waking you up and making you gasp loudly, you’d been played again. You groaned in frustration, kicking his shin again and earning a glare from him. You raised an accusing finger at him, your own glare making him lose his to a smile.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that ! You have an important meeting, your Highness ! Let’s go.” You snapped, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. It was strange for most to see this, because he was still the king, but he allowed himself to be pulled around like a petulant child.
Entering the conference room, you bowed politely, apologizing for the delay and announcing the king in. You watched him sit himself ay them head of the table after saluting the guests and ran to stand next to the other body guards.
You always loved to see him try and focus, even when he was visibly bored. He would always try his best when you asked and it did make you feel special. Deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man silently walking towards you until he leaned down and whispered in your ear.
“You need to share your secrets on how to tame the King.”
You jumped, turning towards the man and recognizing him instantly. He was one of you friends from when you were still in training. Giggling to yourself, you turned towards him to discreetly whisper back.
“I wish I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to exclusively call myself the royal whisperer…”
You both laughed, beginning a conversation and reminiscing about the years you had shared at the academy. Most of it revolved around him talking about the things that hadn’t changed, from your constant smile to his own awesome jokes, you both complimented each other well. It reminded you of the duo you formed back then.
For the rest of the meeting, you both stayed close, discussing your lives and the projects you had, it felt refreshing. You completely forgot where you were and what you usually did during those boring meetings. You often found yourself saving Mitch by justifying his cold reactions or sarcastic answers, but today you were truly enjoying yourself. Now, you absence was noticed.
Maybe it was childish of him, he was the king after all. But that same position made it okay for him to do whatever he pleased. And it meant being an absolute ass the whole time. It usually took less for you to rush to his rescue but here, nothing. He couldn’t even feel your presence around him, and when he turned around, he figured out why.
Did he feel all soft inside seeing your bright face ? Yes. He hated those meetings as much as the next but seeing you around him, smiling bright made it better. Now, was he happy to see the guy with his hand on your arm, making you laugh ? Not so much. He knew you were bored and trying to entertain yourself, but that hand, he wanted it off.
Completely ignoring his guests, who seemed to let him do what he pleased, he turned fully towards you, watching you both talk about whatever. When your friend cut himself off mid sentence to turn towards the king who was purposefully glaring at him, you sigh internally.
“I see you both seem to be having a very interesting conversation. Would you care to share with the rest of us ?”
“I’m sorry your Highness, we we-“
“We were discussing her evolution in the ranks as a guard.”
Your head snapped towards the man next to you, looking at him with surprise. You expected him to hide behind you or stay silent but in contrary.
You watched your boss readjust himself in his seat, his interest clearly picked by the answer. Indeed, most would be scared to respond to him, or even just look at him, he wasn’t known for being the nicest or having the best patience.
“What about her evolution ?”
“It’s an example in the academy, you Highness. She represents a lot for us, like a goal to archive or someone to be inspired by. No one ever climbed so fast and stayed up this long. She’s always a fun topic to discuss with the other recruits, mostly since you personally appointed her when most of your advisers had doubted the decision.”
If they could see how hot your face was in that moment, they would laugh. You hated being the center of attention, or at least noticing the attention around you and currently it was all on you. You could see Mitch’s little grin, signaling that the answer had either genuinely amused him or pleased him. Whichever it was, it was clearly better than him glaring at your friend. That grin, only you noticed it, because to others it just looked a little scary and threatening, like he was plotting something dark and vicious.
You adverted your gaze to avoid his eyes on you, they always pulled the worst reactions at the worst moments and you hated being so exposed. He’d would argue that on many occasions you enjoying being exposed, even loving the idea of being caught in those moments. He was digging into your soul with those eyes and making sure that you couldn’t escape it.
For a few more seconds, said seconds feeling like minutes, both men stared at each other while you hid in yourself. Suddenly, Mitch audibly chuckled, stunning everyone in the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.
“I see you’re a good judge of character. She is one on the my greatest prides. Happy to know that her growth is admired by others as much as I admire it.” He declared, his eyes completely focused on you.
He turned back towards his associates, but not before sending you a subtle wink. You practically choked, scared by the blunt act in public. You fractionally looked around, lucky that most were smiling to themselves but none seemed to have noticed the king’s playful act.
~
For the minutes left to the meeting, you stood in semi silence, responding to your friends few jokes. You weren’t really focusing on anything other than Mitch and the way his deep voice resonated around the room. Commanding was his job but it didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all mushy inside when his voice cut through the room and brought out instant silence and obedience.
When it was over, everyone saluted each other, your friend giving you a short hug and telling you good luck with the scary king. You laughed before returning to Mitch who was glaring at him with that horrible smile once again. You watched everyone empty the room before it was your turn to leave. The walk to his quarters was silent but as soon as you both felt and seemed completely alone, you turned to face each other.
The grin on his face meant nothing good while the scowl on yours meant nothing good either. When you started hitting his arm, he started laughing, probably expecting this exact reaction from you.
“You absolute idiot ! Why do you do things like that !” You exclaimed, still hitting him.
Your arms were stopped by his firms hands and you were pushed again the nearest counter. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit you on it, keeping your thighs open to settle himself between them. His face found the crook of your neck and his nose dove in, rubbing against your collarbone and inhaling your scent.
He would always bath in your scent during meetings like these, you’d stay close and he would take deep breaths to smell you and feel the calmness exuding out you. You were his peace, his calmness, his control. He might’ve been the king but you called the shots and you probably had no idea. Whatever plan or idea you had for this country, you’d share in the middle of the night while he held you close to his chest, holding your naked body and massaging you to sleep. Whatever you said, he would listen and make a mental note in his head to make it happen.
His nose was replaced by his lips and his hands moved away from your waist to slide under your uniform shirt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and tight with his boa like grip. His free hand kept roaming, exploring your chest and grazing your under breasts.
This was his way of decompressing and the grunt coming out of his mouth and being muffled by your neck told you that it was time to do your part. You smiled, laying a hand on his back and raising it up softly to his nape. Your nails grazed the back of his neck before reaching the real point of relaxation he wanted you at. You felt him exhale in relief when your soft fingers started massaging his scalp.
The kisses against your skin that followed were all cut by his peaceful moans of pleasure and little groans of comfort.
“Fuck, I needed this…” He whispered, feeling his whole body lose strength. His grip on you even lessened, his body too relaxed to keep such a tight grip on you.
You stayed silent, rubbing all the tension and exhaustion away. These were your favorite moments with the King. He was always the best with you and you understand the risks of generosity and niceness coming from a king. You understood it all too well, but you couldn’t help the memories of the people thinking that he was scary or mean. Your Mitch, he was like a wolf, it took more than nice words and acts to have his trust and care, but once you received them, it was all he gave you.
You took your hand out of his hair to hold his face and pull it away from you to look into his eyes. There he was, tired but loving and gentle. You could feel it in the smile he gave you, this goofy smile only you could see, the kind that ripped away all the layers of royal etiquette he had to hide under to protect himself and the people he loved, you included.
“Why can’t you be nice and sweet with everyone, just like you are right now with me…?” You asked with a pout.
He grabbed your wrists and tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused.
“What do you mean ?”
“Everyone keeps asking me how I manage to work for you when you’re so ‘mean' and ‘scary’ ! I don’t do shit ! You’re just really nice to me and mean to others sometimes !”
While you seemed genuinely upset, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, because his ball of sunshine was slightly pissed and he was, maybe, responsible for it. That did things to him that shouldn’t happen in a normal body and he wasn’t going to deny any of them. The bulge growing under his slacks, he wasn’t going to hide it either.
“They think I’m mean and scary huh ?”
“Yeah ! And you are ! You put my friend on the spot less than half an hour ago and I’m sure it’s because I was talking to him and not standing next to you !”
He chuckled, you were nice but not stupid. And he was basically an open book to you, the king for children with more images than words and all that. Looking at you with lustful eyes that you hadn’t even noticed, he pushed himself even closer to you, letting it be known that he had specific intentions at the moment.
“But what about you Sweetheart…” He leaned into you, letting his lips ghost over yours and his tongue lick the upper one, tempting himself to push it into your mouth and swallow your taste fully. “Have I been mean and scary to you ?”
You knew what he was doing and it was working. With his lips right there, taunting you to lean in and receive the kiss you desperately wanted. You could feel the air around you both, warm and filled with the silent burning desire you both shared for the other.
Placing your palms on his chest, your mind told you to push him away, to stand your ground and make it clear that he was in trouble. Your heart and your pussy, on the other hand, were holding a complete different speech, completely forgetting about the issue at hand and ready to expose themselves and show him the exact ways you were ready to please him.
His bulge against your warm mound, pressing softly and letting you get used to the pulsating member. You kept in each and every sound threatening to come out of that pretty little throat at each little jump of his cock again you. You could feel his aroused and he could feel your rapid heartbeat through you cunt.
“Come on, Sweets… I asked you a question…” He whispered, rubbing his nose against your cheek and down your neck. With his hands roaming free and making you jolt each time he’d touch a piece of bare skin, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking clearly.
In one last moment of sanity, you managed to push out a singular word.
“Y-Yes…”
You could feel his smile again your skin, devilish and preparing countless nasty things to do to you. You yelped when in one rough move, he thrusted his hips forward and fucked your clothed core. One movement wasn’t enough for the king who kept grinding into your cunt, letting you drip through your clothes and soak yourself wet of arousal. With your slick dripped every smart and rational thought, your clenching cunt begging to drip all that sweet sweet sweet wetness all over his large mushrooms tip and all over his thick shaft. Grinding on you wasn’t enough, he knew it, and as a King, he was to serve his people, you first.
When his hands reached for your face, holding it tenderly and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you finally let yourself sink and allowed him to play with you however he wanted. You would’ve failed convincing him to be nice anyways, why bother ?
“Aww Sweetheart, I’m so sorry… You’ve been needing me nice and sweet huh ? That means I haven’t pampered you in a while. We need to fix that, don’t we ?”
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One thing about King Mitch, is that when he put his mind to it, he could be as sweet as candy, and just as addictive. But when it came to you, it was instinctive, no need to be convinced, it was in his blood and soul. You owned him in a way that made it impossible for him to even think of letting you lift a finger.
He loved taking care of you and that meant that every chance you gave him, he would use to the max.
You should’ve seen it coming, it was practically written in his eyes that he would milk the opportunity dry and use your own words against you. You should’ve seen it and felt it too, and you had. Blinded by the warmth of his cock pressing against you, that was enough of a sign.
“Come on Sunshine… Don’t be so silent…" He mused, pressing his open mouth against your ear.
The king was never too fond of jokes but clearly he was in a humoristic mood.
The moment his earlier words came out, you were stuck, victim to his eyes, hands and tongue. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything that would follow. Quite literally ripping your uniform off of you, he took your com and signaled for no guard to contact you for the following hours before crushing it under his feet. He’d make sure to get you nice and loud and that, he was the only one allowed to hear it.
Describing him as eager would be a euphemism. His lips had found the very weakest parts of you in seconds, sucking and biting on your sweet flesh and leaving behind trails of teeth marks. His grip on your trembling body was unforgiving, pressing you to him with the might of a man ready to encrust his soul in the heart of the woman he loved. How romantic.
Mitch was firm, his touch rough, but never beyond measure. When his fingers slid in you, parting you open while his free arm stayed wrapped around your waist, your first reaction was to squirm away. His touch was always so overwhelming, your instinct feared your own reactions. But his weight pressed you into the mattress, keeping you still while making you take in and accept every sensation. You’d be taking much more soon anyways.
With his fat cock pushed deep inside your clenching channel, you could only mewl in pleasure while he kept you sat still on top of him. His firm hands maintained you in place as his hips rolled under you. Your frail body was left void of strength at each wave of arousal, your will to gain control over yourself long gone.
You reached for his hands wrapped around your hips and leaned into his chest, letting go of the idea of defense. You were surrendering, your core was doing the thinking for you and so was your heart. You were a sucker for pleasure, even more when it was given by him so softly.
Your heavy breathing slowed down but still audible for the man who’s lips dipped down your neck and started nipping at your skin tenderly. His fingers kept working on you, massaging your tender flesh to relieve all that stress you carried around. What a good girl you were, protecting him without asking anything in return. You deserved that relaxing moment.
“M-Mitch… Mitch, Please….” You pleaded, biting your lip to cover a loud moan when his cock jolted inside you.
The king stayed silent, unable to hear you over the loud screech of his own pleasure demons. Every part of him was craving you, craving a taste of you, craving to devour you whole while you surrendered to him. With your pussy wrapped as nicely as ever around his pulsating girth, his thoughts were clouded by more than thousand ways to ravish you. The sweet innocent sunshine who couldn’t help but make friends with every stranger she crossed.
You called him mean and scary, and the sly demon on his shoulder was tempting him to show you exactly how scary you could get. God, he knew you’d love that, to be turned inside out and filled to the brim, leaking cum at each and every step you took. He could picture it and the vision was nothing but sin wrapped in perfection. The desire to mark you as off limits to the rest of the world in the most primal of ways gad been burning inside him for as long as he’d known you. Could you blame him ? The thought of corrupting you, turning you into a beacon in his sea of darkness was what plagued his dreams day and night.
His warm palms reached up to your breasts, cupping them roughly, he pushed you further into his chest. He leaned down, biting your neck and grinned at the new mark his teeth had left on your flesh. Thumbs twirling around your erected nipples, pointing hard towards the source of their pleasure, the movement of his hips under you left you weak and begging for more.
“You pleaded for me to be nice and sweet, princess… You wanted that… I promise you, that fat cock that you love so much is as nice and sweet as it gets… Tell me you feel that sunshine… Feel how much your pussy’s taking… How well she’s taking it too, Fuck, that pretty pussy’s being so good…”
You felt yourself fall forward and lean on your hands to kept yourself up. Your thighs parted wider around his, letting him watch as your cunt spread open to take more of his thickness in. Poor brainless thing you were, fucking yourself on top of him while he leaned back onto the pillows and you move.
He detached his hands off of your waist to caress your back and calm down your shakiness. Your hesitant movement started to find their rhythm and that was when he pinned you to his chest again, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the bed. He moved your legs to have you spread perfectly in front of your own reflection.
He could see it all, the way his balls twitched, begging to enter you too, his cock large and greedy, pushing into the deepest crevices of your being and your folds welcoming him with the nice, slick shine of your juices. If he could have this picture painted and exposed in his office and every place he was at, he would, but no one would ever see you like this other than him. Not while he was alive and while you still accepted him as the only one worthy of loving you.
“Look at that pretty pussy, begging to be fucked like she deserves… Bet that brain of yours isn’t functioning anymore, is it ? You know what you have to do to get the relief you want. You gotta let me hear it, Sunshine.” He leaned against your ear and bit on the cartilage softly. “Let me hear how much you like it when I’m treating everyone like shit. You love it even more when it’s you… When your pussy’s getting abused and filled as if it was your only job to take my cock."
The arousal you felt at his words was like no other, impossible to even speak on out of pure shame. He was right, you were a desperate cockslut who enjoyed seeing him treat the world like a dirty paper towel ready to be discarded. You knew it made you wet each and every time, no matter where you were and so did he. You think he couldn’t see you ? The way you’d bite your lip and clench your thighs together, hoping for the sweet slick pooling out of your pussy to not drench your pants too much. He knew your routine better than you did and his body could practically feel you react to his rudeness.
The beauty loved the beast and she loved getting filled while he treated her like the rest, if not worse. His sharp words cut through you like knives and let you bleed out while he used your body for his pleasure and enjoyment. Cum dripping down your legs, he’d have you crying and apologizing for complaining when you both knew that was what got you off.
A tiny scream escaped you when you tried to sooth your poor aching mound by rubbing your clit but were quickly stopped by his long fingers grabbing yours. You deserved the smack he laid on your pussy and you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying out for mercy.
“P-Please ! Please your highness ! I’m sorry ! Please, make me feel…. M-Make me feel good ! Please ! Please, King Mitchell, fuck me !”
Like a symphony coming straight from the heavens, your pleas flew around the king’s head, filling it up and taking over the restraint he’d managed to show until now.
Rubbing your swollen folds with his long fingers, he reached up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his for a passionate, mind numbing kiss. His tongue sliding over your own, he was suffocating you from the insides and getting a taste while he was at it. Running a hand up your back, he grabbed a large piece of your hair to pull on them and give him more access to you.
The sounds of your moans were muffled by his groans and the movement of his tongue but nothing could compete with your cries of pleasure. That was the true prize, seeing tears drench your soft cheeks and warm your face while you tried to keep yourself from going crazy. That was what the King would call a success.
Suddenly raising himself and kneeling on the mattress, he threw you forward, forcing you on all forth. You turned towards him hesitantly and cried out once more when you felt his thick shaft slide out of you. If you could see yourself and the state of your pussy in that moment. Slick was coating your folds and dripping down your thighs. Reaching two fingers to gather some, he licked his digits while stocking his fat girth in his fist.
His eyes stayed on your reflection on the mirror, making sure that you knew he was preparing himself to ruin you. Clearly it was working, the man could see your pussy clench around nothing at each breath you took. What a spectacle.
You needed him inside you again, god, you would die if he didn’t fuck you soon. The vision of his member out, leaking precum drops everywhere but inside you drove you insane. Your mouth was salivating at the images, your body acting on its own and pushing you to slowly push your cunt in the direction of his bulbous tip. He was quick to stop you with a loud smack on your ass which only made it worse for you.
“You’ll get stuffed when I decide it, don’t be greedy and stay still.” You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back, warning you to try it again.
When you felt his palm on your back, and the other on your ass cheek, you sigh in relief. He leaned down to kiss your spine like he always did, as a sign of reminder that he still loved you as tenderly as a cloud could love and that if it was too much, you could call out for him and he’s stop.
“I love you Sunshine, remember that okay ? Don’t hesitate if you can’t take it.”
You nodded slowly, feeling the wave of softness melt your insides. Before you could recompose yourself, your ass was parted open, showing him the perfect view of your two holes gaping in obscene desperation. Even your body was betraying you and exposing ho much you needed cock to be happy.
Lining himself with your pussy, your face fell in the pile of sheets, biting them hard and gripping on the fabric with everything she had. The man was still torturing you, smearing precum all over your folds and letting it cover you properly.
“M-Mitch… Mitch please… A-Ah ! I-I need… I n-need… Need you to… f-fuck t me… Please !” You moaned, begging for the real deal and only getting a smile from him in return.
Pushing his mushroom shaped tip inside you slowly, he watched your face change into a pleasure dilled expression. His smile grew before he pulled out once more, enjoying your loud moan of disapproval. Before you could complain more, you were being impaled on every single inch of cock he had to give. Buried to the hilt, you was ready to bust, feeling your folds tremble on his heavy, cum filled sack.
“That pussy’s to die for… Fuck, look how nice and tight she’s squeezing me…”
Staying still for a few seconds, he backed up, sliding out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing himself deep again. He wanted you on the brink of madness and clearly, he was doing a good job. You could feel all of it, the pulsating veins adorning his long, thick shaft and the large tip that crowned it all.
The motion that had started slow, quickly picked up, his cock going back and forth inside you and expanding your wall to be molded around his girth and making sure that your pussy would take him and only him. He would carve his thickness in your soft walls and fully make you his, just like he was yours.
Gone were the tender hands, replaced by rough fingers gripping on your flesh and pulling you apart. With his nails grazing your skin and his digits pushing into you, your entire body burnt, the fire running through him flowing through you and leaving blazing marks on your sensitive skin. He was handling your body like a child would handle a toy, turning it inside out, exploring it and treating it exactly like it was, disposable.
These were the moments you loved but were too ashamed to claim, you loved him and when he treated you like a disobedient whore. Your pussy was his and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t creaming all over his cock at the thought of him disrespecting you more.
The loud sounds of skin slapping resonated in the room, topped by your obscene moans and his own grunts of pleasure. Each thrust was followed by the sounds of pleasure he tried to cover to hear you better. Yours were the only ones that mattered to him, fueling his ego as well as his heart. He could get enough of this, of you. From your whimpers to your depraved screams, he wanted it all, drinking them in with greed and begging for more.
“M-Mitch ! G-Good, feels… Feels so g-good ! F-Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Please, gimme more ! Need more, Please !”
“Look at you… Need more already ? Pretty pussy’s doin’ all the thinking for you huh ? Brainless slut, just like I like it…” He grinned, sliding a hand over your stomach to press it and feel his own tip through your skin.
The feeling and violence with witch he was plowing into your cervix was deadly, but when he flipped you around, making you face him while he parted you open and fucked you deeper was what broke you. Loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room and probably all around the quarters. It was probably for the best if these were forbidden to everyone but you two, probably for a good reason too.
His eyes never left you, fully focused on the mess he had turned you into. He was mesmerized by the view you were giving him, hid veiny cock going in and out of you, parting your sweet cunt open and dripping himself in your wetness to come out glistening in your juices. He could cum gallons from the memories of this alone, his balls so tight and full of cum, it became unbearable to feel them slap against your folds in the most obscene string of sounds possible. You greedy minx, you were swallowing all he had to give and more, exactly like he wanted. All of him was yours to take and possess. If you knew exactly how much you owned him, you would be surprised, he knew it, but he wanted you to know.
There was nothing more powerful than having a king surrender to you out of love and pure adoration. When many tried to force him on his knees, he willingly kneeled to you. And obviously, he would use his entire being to worship you.
Gaining a little bit of control over yourself, you observed his face, contorted in pleasure and trying to maintain himself focused to not cum. You knew that look, he had it every morning when you’d wake up to him relieving himself on you, during the day when you would be kneeling under his desk while he was taking some of the most important calls of his life, and at night when he was punishing you or rewarding you for your actions of the day. This was the look he had only for you, no one else.
The size of your heart doubled while your pussy tightened around him, holding his length tightly in your warmth and drowning him in your wetness. Raising yourself on your elbows, you felt a wave of confidence rush through you and take control of your body.
You reached up, grabbing his shoulders and surprising the king who’s movements slowed but never lost in power. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling him with you and smiling while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kept him close to your chest, your breasts pressed against him while your mouth pressed his ear.
Fuck, you were killing him.
When he heard your difficult breath in his ear, from so close, he knew he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to control himself or stay focused on pleasuring you. He needed to cum, needed to let that thick creamy load fill you up and coat your walls all over. He needed to feel the warmth of him cum in every corner of your sweet pussy and needed to see it drip down your inner thighs at each of your step. He needed the image of your beautiful face while you tried not to moans when a droplet of cum would slide down and remind you of how much spend was left in you, he needed all of this to survive and the selfish, mean and scary king he was known to be would take exactly that mercilessly.
Sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, he grabbed handfuls of your flesh and held a tight grip on you, even tighter than before. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not when the large mushrooms tip adorning his veiny cock was pushing deep into your sweet spot and pulling the most beautiful screams out of you. If this was how he was going deaf, he would accept his judgement gladly, it would all be worth it.
You nails dug into the skin of his back, deeper and deeper, in sync with your cries of pleasure. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and drool was dripping down your chin. You looked messier each passing second and that pushed him over the edge.
His face rubbed into your neck, inhaling your hypnotizing scent and biting little parcels of flesh on his way. He took a look at his pulsating girth going in and out of you before looking back up at you and closing his eyes tightly. His own lips got closer to your ear, breathing into yours while you moaned into his.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re doing so good Sunshine, keep going… Good girl, keep taking it, take all of me, deep, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted, biting on your earlobe while his hands slid down to your parted thighs to hold them in place.
His sack slapped louder and louder against your folds, the sensation making your clit throb and your heart race. One of your hands let go of his back to cover your mound and play with yourself, bringing you closer to your end after hours of torture and obedience. Your cunt was sucking him dry, pumping and pumping for that load.
“Mitch ! Mitch, Mitch, o-oh fuck ! Needa cum ! Please l-lemme cum ! Need that load, all inside me ! Please Mitch ! Needa be full ! Please, fuck ! Oh, please ! Please, please, please, please ! Oh God, fuck, cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming !”
Biting your lip in a panic, you disregarded the little drops of blood on your flesh and let yourself sink in the pleasure. Your sweet cum exploded, flowing all over you both and drowning you in more pleasure than you could take. Your clit was left worn out and sensitive to any kind of touch, it even coming from the air around the room. Your body had collapsed in exhaustion, trying to call yourself down, when you felt his thick cum shoot out inside your tight heat.
He couldn’t help it, you looked so fucked out and messy all over. He had turned you unto that messy princess, his and his fat cock that you just couldn’t help beg for until you got it. He didn’t want to pull out but when he did, the view of both your cum mixed together dripping down your pussy was worth all of it. His cock was hard again instantly when he saw the mess.
You both stayed silent, panting and trying to catch your breath. Mitch reached to detach your arms from him and raised himself above you to watch fully. He grinned as he dipped down again to kiss your neck, should and bust. He left a trail behind him, one that made you squeak and whimper a little louder as he got close to your tits again.
His cock was playing with your folds, pushing his length between them and rubbing his seed all over you.
“Sorry Sunshine… I know you want to rest baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you Sunshine…” His words sounded like honey, sweet and hiding a swarm of bees. He wanted more, you knew it. You should’ve known better than to taunt him with that last thing you did. His lips kissed your nipple and sucked it in while the other was being played with by your free hand. “I just need… You to let me truly pamper you sweetheart. I need to show you how nice I can be to you Sunshine…”
His kisses descending towards your stomach made it more difficult to resist his words. Yes, a mean and scary king he was. Even scarier when he was sweet.
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