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Does anyone remember a fic obi x reader. Where obi wan and reader were jedi’s in love but eventually the reader leaves the order en doesnt say anything to obi and years later they meet again and turn out reader was pregnant of him??

I vaguely remember it but cant find it,,, tbh im not even sure if it exists or if i made it up years ago.

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #ben kenobi #star wars #obi wan kenobi fic

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Eternity

a/n: So this is based on SAB but it takes it own twist on it. Please don’t expect canon.

Pairing: Darkling x sun summoner

Summary: A prelouge to a possible series

“my darling Aleksander, I know that eternity is a long time, but it doesn’t feel like it when I can spend it with you. You are my other half, the darkness to my light, i wouldn’t feel whole without you. I will love you until the end and then some more.”

Standing in a beautiful white dress, Eleya couldn’t help but smile. Today was they day she’d finally marry the man of her dreams. Her Aleksander. He stood dressed in a black kefta his eyes shining bright.

The marriage between a sun summoner and a shadow summoner. The 2 most powerful grisha. They would lead the second army to a more prosperous time. A time where grisha weren’t seen as witches or devilspawn, but as heroes. The couple was adored by the country, Eleya and Aleksander stood for a perfect balance. Until greed got to one of them. He wanted to be more, he knew that he and his wife could lead the country better than the king. He was right, they cared more for the citizens than any of the nobles. He tried to gain more power by advising the king, but it went too slow. The people were in need, they didn’t have time to wait. So Aleksander resorted to using merzost.

A black cloud spread over the country, dividing it into west and east Ravka. A darkness so powerful it drained people from their humanity, creating flying abominations that wouldn’t hesitate to eat people.

When Aleksander returned home his wife was waiting for him. “My love, what happened?,” she asked, hoping it was some sort of accident, that her sweet husband didn’t create what the people already called an unsea. “Isn’t it wonderful, darling we can use this, and not just rule Ravka, but the entire world. You and me together.”

“Oh my Aleksander, I can’t follow you on this path. One day we shall see each other and be together again, but now I have to leave. I will wait for you, we still have the rest of eternity to find each other.”

Eleya left that day. Changing her hair and clothes. She traded her kefta in for a commoners dress. She altered her hair and went by a new name, waiting for her dear Aleksander to change his mind.

300 years later

Eleya went by many names over the past centuries. Right now she was known as Alina Starkov, a map maker in the first army. Eleya became weaker over the pass of time, she couldn’t use her powers often and it took a toll on her body. And today was not the day for her tiredness. For today she had to face the creation that tore her heart in half, the fold. In all those centuries after she had left she didn’t once dear to go there. She never knew exactly why she avoided it, it may be because it was a reminder of a past life, or the guilt she felt. As his wife she was always by his side, could she have stopped it?

She had made friends over the last years, her closest at the moment was a tracker named Malyen Oretsev. The two of them spend every waking moment together, if Alina ever got in trouble Malyen would be there to punch her way to freedom. And Alina still had her ways with manipulation, using it to get Mal out of trouble when he punched someone for her. He was her best friend and when they entered the fold he was there to protect her against the dark. Of course he didn’t understand why her apprehension towards the fold was so much larger than those of most. He didn’t know she was there when it was created, that she knew some of the people trying to kill them right at that moment. And he certainly did not understand why Alina flinched at the sight of the darkling’s carriage.

When they entered the fold Alina hid close to Mal. She knew she was safe but some part of her wanted that reassurance that Mal would be too. Then Mal got attacked, and as a reflex Alina created a light, so bright it scared all the volcra’s away. So much light it drained Alina, but she knew the charade was over and soon she’d be reunited with her dear Aleksander.

#darkling #shadow and bone #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #darkling x reader #darkling shadow and bone #shadow and bone fic #the darkling #darkling x oc

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What I’m currently working on:

A Peter Parker x reader, sex pollen au where the reader gets infected

Request from anon about Mob!Tom x reader where Tom gets jealous because the reader dances in the club with some other guy.

( If you like the second request I’d highly recommend Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun by @hollandroos , absolutely amazing!!!)

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland reader insert #tom holland smut #tom holland imagines #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker reader insert

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Requests are open

I’m really getting back into it after my hiatus, so send them in now. You can check out my masterlist to see for who I write or send in someone and hope I’ll write it.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland reader insert #tom holland smut #tom holland imagines #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker reader insert #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #marvel #mcu #wanda #dr strange

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Peter Parker Fics

small series

Not real (complete) part 1 part 2

Warm Heart (complete) part 1 part 2

Sex Pollen (complete) part 1 part 2* part 3

One shots

Pillowfort

Use That Tone*

I Missed you*

Good For You*

Spider-man Killed Him

Passion*

Teacher*

I Needed You And You Weren’t There

Practice Makes Perfect*

Blurb

Watching You

Insecure

Moans*

I’m Spider-man

First*

Mistletoe

‘I Thought You Only Saw Me As A Friend’

Headcanon

I See You

School Play

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland reader insert #peter parker imagine #peter parker #tom holland imagines #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader

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Dying Skies

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: ANGST, NWH spoilers

A/n: Quick little drabble because I felt like writing again

The sun stood low. There were little clouds. It was almost peaceful. The purple lines scattered through the air, it looked scarily beautiful. Entire universes collapsing should not look this good. It should not look like a painting, but it does. It looked beautiful until it didn’t anymore. It looked beautiful until the shadows appeared. It looked beautiful until Peter stood before you.

You knew immediately that something was wrong. Then he said it. “You’re going to forget who I am. It’s okay. I’m gonna come and find you, and I’ll explain everything.” But it wasn’t okay, it meant that all those nights on the rooftop, all the little kisses and all the terrifying swinging would not exist anymore. Even if he found you, you wouldn’t love him. “Can’t we find another way?” But there wasn’t you knew it and he knew it. “ ‘m sorry angel. I love you” He gently kissed your forehead, for the last time and he swung away. “I love you too, please don’t leave! please Peter.”

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“Y/n, what if it is real?”

“Oh come on Ned, it’s just a dream. There is no way that I was Spider-man’s girlfriend and you his best friend. We would remember that”

“But in your dream he tels you we will forget him right?”

“Come on Ned-”

You halted your words when the door opened, you looked up to greet the costumer. Your mouth fell open, suddenly the air grew thick, every breath was difficult to take. Because it was him. Spider-man, Peter Benjamin Parker, the guy from your dreams. He stood before you, with his curly brown hair, the crooked nose and the soft lips you dreamed of kissing. But it wasn’t a dream. Or was it?

“Hi! How can I help you today sir”

He looked sad when you said that. Or were you just thinking that?

“Hi, um, My name is Peter Parker. And I... Would like a coffee, please.”

“Coming right up Peter Parker. Do I know you from somewhere? I’m sorry but I feel like we’ve met before”

He swallowed thickly “No. I don’t know you sorry”

So the dream really was only that. A dream.l

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yoo idk if u rlly take zendaya fics or if u do rue bennett specifically, but if u do would u mind writing a smut sorta thing abt rue x fem!reader sending nudes BAHA🤭🧎

Sorry it sounds really good and I could write it x daya, but I’ve never seen Euphoria

#I want to watch it #but i’m just a not a serie kind of person #i dont have the willpower to finish it #ask #anon

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Can you do a smut fic about professor tom and y/n is his student and he takes a liking to her and yes smut lol

Dear Teacher

Warnings: reader over 18 (between 19 and 22 years old) teacher-student relationship (please don't get involved with your teachers, this is wrong) Smut (Oral -Fem! Receiving- fingering, thumb sucking?? doggy style, hair pulling, breathing kink)There may be some grammatical errors, English is not my primary language

Word count:2283

N/A: I've been gone for a while, I was kinda sad these days and wasn't getting around to writing, so apologies for the delay in requests. I loved writing this one shot, it was for sure the filthiest thing I've ever done and I'm already planning a part two for it.

You look at the time one more time. 23:40. He should have been here two hours ago. You didn't know why you still ended up in these situations.

At the beginning of the week a boy had asked you out on a date, he had been kind of insisting on it for several days and then you finally gave in, to be honest you thought it would be a good idea, you were really trying to get over someone else. You had gotten all dressed up for the date, wearing your new red dress matching the color of the lipstick on your lips, but of course something had to go wrong, without even sending a message warning you that you would be late leaving you there alone at the bar for two hours.

Your cell phone beeps inside your purse and you quickly pick it up seeing a message notification.

"Sorry, I won't be able to make it" the message said.

"Asshole" you say to yourself taking the last sip of your third glass of wine that night already getting ready to leave. As soon as you get up from your chair you feel an arm hitting you, the person quickly turns around and if you thought the night couldn't get any worse you were completely wrong.

"Excuse me" He says still without looking at your face, but as soon as he does he gives you one of those "Miss Y/N" smiles.

"Mr Holland" you say a little nervously.

Tom was too young to be a college professor, he was barely out of one, but he was able to quickly show how effective he was at doing this. It had been over a year since he had started to be your literature professor, you still remember your first day when he walked into the auditorium and you could tell how nervous he was, it was so cute, the way he talked and nervously put his glasses on his face, but after a while he built up a certain confidence, and all that confidence caused not only you but all the female students in that class to sigh.

You had been avoiding him for two weeks or so since you realized you couldn't contain your feelings, you always sat in the back of the room hoping he wouldn't see you and now fate decided it would be a good idea to put him and you in the same bar.

"It seems like it's been so long since I've seen you" he says "I know you're going to my classes because I always get your assignments, but still..."

"I'm sorry, I've just been a little distant these last few weeks" you give a shy smile.

"Got it" His gaze goes down your body looking at your dress before looking back into your eyes "so, did you come to meet your boyfriend?"

He couldn't have been more discreet than that. Tom had been in love with you since the first day he met you, always paying attention in your class like it was the best thing in the world and answering your questions correctly and after you started helping him at the end of class he got even more caught up in your fingers, you were so smart and so beautiful, you were everything he wanted and could never have.

"I don't have a boyfriend" he almost lets out a sigh of relief at your answer "I'm alone today".

"Me too..." He watches her for a moment again "You could sit with me" he offers gently.

"I don't want to bother you".

"It won't be any bother, you know I enjoy your company" He lets slip.

"Perhaps I could stay here a little longer".

He sits down right next to he at the table and orders a drink for the two of them.

"Don't worry, I'll buy it for you." From another one of those charming smiles that sent shivers down your body.

You notice, the black pants that fit so well on his body and the white social shirt with the first few buttons open, he had probably just finished his last class of the day before going to the bar.

"I read your latest work on the Brontë sisters, it was impeccable, as always" he compliments making you smile.

"I think it was the easiest assignment of the year, I love their books".

"I'm sure you do" he speak with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"I think I know you pretty well, I'm sure I can tell all your favorite books just by looking at your eyes."

"Really?" He asks laughing.

"Yes" He says smugly.

"Then Mr Holland" you say in a tone of challenge approaching him "Tell me by looking into my eyes what my favorite books are" He looks at you, watching you intently in silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sure you love classics, Pride and Prejudice or Emma must be your favorites, and your favorite Brontë is Emily, surely you've read The Hill of Howling Winds more than once" He answers with surprising certainty without breaking eye contact, you blush over his gaze, he seemed to be reading you "So did I get it right?"

"Almost, really my favorite book is Emma, I love classics, but I am also passionate about books like Twilight" you both laugh together " but you got one thing wrong, my favorite Brontë is Charlotte, nothing will ever compare to Jane Eyre"

"I was almost entirely right" he defends himself as a joke.

"You are almost always right Mr. Holland".

"We are not in college, you don't have to call me Sir, you can call me Tom".

"Sure, Tom" You look down at your cup taking another sip of your drink.

He watches you intently as you bring the drink to your lips, the dress fit so well on your body, as if it was made exactly for him, and those red lips were driving him crazy, he wanted so much to kiss you, to taste the flavor of that wine on your lips.

The hours pass quickly as they talk, soon it is already 02:00 in the morning and the two of them are still there together.

"Why are you here alone on a Friday night?" You ask curiously after a while.

"I was correcting the last assignments of this semester and needed a stiff drink after I finished" he says before taking a sip of the whiskey in his glass "And you, why are you alone here? Shouldn't you be at some frat party or something?"

"No" you laugh "I had a date" you say shyly.

"I thought you hadn't a boyfriend."

"I don't, it was just a date, but he kind of dumped me, so I ended up alone here."

"What an idiot, I would never let you get away" He says and your eyes meet for the thousandth time that night. You were already sitting very close together "I'm sure he'll be very sorry later" he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Why?" Your breath starts to get a little shallow with the closeness, your lips were already so close, you bite your lower lip making his gaze go straight to your mouth.

"Because you're perfect, any guy who has you is going to be so lucky" he takes a deep breath for a moment "God, you're so beautiful."

You finally break the distance between the two of you and kiss him. You pull away soon after, thinking that you had misinterpreted the moment and that maybe he was just being nice to you, but then he kisses you again, but intensely this time. One of his hands goes up your thigh, slowly lifting your dress and leaving a firm grip on it.

"I've been waiting for this for so long," he whispers with his lips still close to yours.

"Me too..."

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Tom closes the door of his apartment and puts her against it kissing her again, his hands going all over her body, now his hands find her hair pulling it lightly making her moan between the kiss.

Their hands finally reach the zipper of your dress opening it and letting it fall on your feet leaving her only in lingerie, he looks admiringly at her body biting his lip.

"More beautiful than I ever imagined."

"Do you imagine me much without clothes Mr.Holland?" He asks in a cheeky tone.

Tom was already used to you calling him that way, but not with that sexy tone of voice you used this time, he felt a sting in his cock when you ask him that, like he was getting harder just from your words.

"More than I should dear."

"What kinds of thoughts go through your head?"

"Don't worry honey, I'll show you" he says suggestively.

He begins to spread kisses down your neck, down to the top of her breasts, then down her belly, until he is on his knees in front of her, Tom runs one of his fingers down her still clothed slit.

"You are so wet, princess, is this all for me?" You just moan in response "I'll take that as a yes".

His hands pull your panties down removing them from your body, he places one of your legs over his shoulder leaving kisses along your thigh without looking away from your face. His kisses finally reach her center, he runs his tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit trapping it between his lips as soon as he finds it.

"Fuck, Tom" his hands grab her hair making him moan, the vibrations increasing your pleasure.

He would take her close to her apex and stop before you could cum and then repeat it all over again.

He holds your clit between his lips again, running his tongue over the little pink bud, but this time he decides to add his fingers to the tease, you were already so wet that the first finger goes in easily and then the second, in and out of you making you roll your eyes with pleasure.

"Please Tom."

"Please what princess?" He asks after taking his mouth off your intimacy without taking his fingers off you.

"Please Mr Holland" you say innocently "I need to cum".

"Good girl" he sucks you again until you finally reach your climax in his mouth and fingers.

He stands up quickly showing you the fingers that were inside you and placing them over your lips.

"Suck" He says authoritatively, you open your mouth quickly sucking your own furrows from his fingers, tongue curling around them as if you were sucking his cock. You moan in protest as he removes them from you, missing the weight on your tongue.

Finally they arrive in your room, placing you on his bed as he removes your clothes, and he makes you turn around, your belly and chest against the bed and your hips thrusting toward him. You hear the sound of the condom packet being opened before you feel him brush his cock against your pussy, from entrance to clit without penetrating making you moan slyly.

"Are you ready princess?" He asks.

"Yes please" you practically beg to have him.

His hands grab your hips, he finally enters you making you both moan loudly, Tom throws his head back feeling how pleasurable it was to have you.

"So tight, you feel so good around me" He says.

Moving in and out of you slowly, just to tease you, you roll your eyes and moan against the sheets, he finds your G-spot quickly increasing the pleasure.

"God, so so good"

His fingers curl into your hair pulling you in and the other hand finds your throat choking you slightly and pulling your body until your back is glued against his firm chest, the hand against your throat was the best part, the fingers squeezing on top of your pulse point and turning your face to him kissing you deeply.

"You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you princess?" He whispers in her ear.

"Yes" she replies almost voicelessly.

"You're a good girl for me, so wet..."

"Tom, please" she begs throwing her head back over his shoulder.

"Do you want to cum baby?" You ask penetrating her even faster "Cum for me."

Your body seems to obey his command and you are cumming seconds later, he comes soon after.

He pulls out of you and helps you to lie down on the bed, you fall tiredly against the pillow breathing quickly. Tom gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. When he comes back already dressed in his pits and with a wet towel wiping you down, he then helps you put on your shirt before lying down beside you.

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When you wake up, the first thing you see is Tom, his arm around your body keeping you close.

"Shit," you say softly so as not to wake him.

Remembering everything that happened last night you are desperate, you can't regret what happened, it was certainly the best sex of your life. But it was so wrong.

You get out of bed slowly, pulling his arm away from your body, luckily he doesn't wake up and you manage to get up. You grab your clothes and quickly get dressed and get out of there. This couldn't happen again, it certainly couldn't.

You wouldn't fall into temptation again.

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My Queen

Pairing: The Darkling x otkazat’sya!reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sexual hints

A/n: Omg she’s actually writing again.... Honestly shit is happening in my life so I’m going back to my good ol’ trusty coping mechanism of simping for fictional characters

The sun shines bright in your room, too bright for your liking. Groggily your turned around and hid your face in your husbands shirt. “Make it go away”, you mumbled. Aleksander kisses the top of your head as he let the darkness embrace you both. “Thank you”, you smile. Aleksander wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight into his embrace, “anything for you my love.”

You don’t know how it happened. How you, an otkazat’sya, got together with the most powerful grisha in all of Ravka. It all happened so naturally, when you met you felt that instant connection and the more time you spent together the more the connection grew.

You were walking through the woods, trying to get some fresh air and far away from all the people in Os Alta. It was a beautiful city, but too crowded, so you’d escape reality for a while and take a stroll.

These little walks always cheered you up, they made you forget about the city. All there was were the chirps of the birds and the smooth breeze of the wind.

On that faithful day a horse ran straight to you, making you fall back scared by the large black stallion. A man jumped between you and the horse, once he calmed the horse down he turned to you. He was tall with black hair, a beard and the most beautiful eyes. “I am terribly sorry,” he offered you his hand and you hesitantly took it. “Oh it’s fine just scared me a bit, that’s all,” you smiled. You had no idea that this was the Darkling nor that he would be your husband, in that moment he was just a handsome stranger.

“What is on your mind,” Aleksander asked you. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, “the day we met.” Aleksander smiled broadly, “that’s one of my favourite days, after our wedding.”

“Oh really and here I thought our first time was your favourite day,” you sassed. “It is definitely up there,” he groaned into your neck, “but on our wedding we eternalised our love for each other.” You slowly kissed his lips “you’re such a sap.”

“How is that anyway to treat your husband,” Aleksander mused. “We both know that I know perfectly well how to treat you,” your hand trailed down his body, gliding over his abs.

A loud knock interrupted your movement and you groaned. Aleksander threw his head back in annoyance, “What is it?” He shouted to the person on the other side of the door. “We found the sun summoner, sir,” Ivan announced.

Aleksander’s eyes widened, he quickly pecked your lips, “I’m sorry my love but I have to go.” You kissed him again, but more passionately this time, “go. I will be here when you’re back.” He groaned into your mouth, “I’ll keep you to that.” And he left the room, leaving you alone and cold without his touch to warm you up.

You got dressed and walked through the halls of the little palace, at first this place was foreign. Many grisha didn’t accept you at first because you couldn’t practice the small sciences, but soon you proved yourself more than worthy of your place here. You were smart, so you often found yourself working with materialki. You also knew basic medics, a way the grisha healers weren’t taught, so you showed them how to give chest compressions instead of having to call a heartrender. It was harder to bond with the etherealki and the heartrenders, but you managed. Soon everyone adored you, even if you were just otkazat’sya.

Today you walked to the labs, you were working with a few alkemi on a new kind of substance that could temporarily impair a person’s legs and arms without them receiving any further injuries from the substance. You had it almost figured out, there was still a few hitches in the chemical compound. After a few hours with no progress, you gave up.

You walked back to you and the Darkling’s quarters. Your eyes landed on a few pieces of papers on the floor. You didn’t meant to read them, just pick them up and place them on your husbands desk, but your interest spiked when you saw the words ‘expanding the fold.’ Before you even knew what you were doing, you started to read everything, you grabbed more of his books and papers until every single inch of the room was covered with the books.

“Hello darling,” Aleksander smiled widely as he entered the room. You turned around to face him, “what is this?” you held the original plan in your hands. Aleksander’s face fell, “y/n it’s not what it looks like.” “Really? Because it looks like you want to expand the fold and kill thousands of people!” you screamed. “It’s the only way, if we don’t do this the war will continue on and more people will die,” he stepped closer and his voice softened, “if there was any other way I wouldn’t do this.”

“There must be another way Aleks, please you can’t do this,” you pleaded. “I’ve been alive for hundreds of years, there is no other way.”

“Promise me one thing Aleks,” you said, “you won’t lose yourself by going on this path, promise me you won’t change.”

“Never my queen,” he placed his hand in your cheek, “I will always be the Aleksander you fell in love with.” You looked at the ground and then up at him, “Then I will stand by you, for better and for worse.”

#darkling #aleksander morovoza #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x reader #aleksander kirigan x reader #shadow and bone #sab

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I know I said it often that I’d be writinf again and that I didnt do it. Well I am working on a fic rn and I’m at circ. 1k words and didnt even reach the main plot yet, so this time Im actually serious

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Im obsessed with the darkling, don’t even question it

#shadow and bone #sab

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I got 3 very smutty requests about Peter P. (thanks so much anon) and can’t wait to get started on them!

#peter parker

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You do you boo. If that inspires you then go for it and don't worry about requests. We're patient.

Thank you soo much! I was really worried about it because the requests have been sitting there for months

#rants #asks #anon

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Am I going to write an enemies to lovers wit Obi Wan even though I still have to finish requests? Probably

#obi wan #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine #star wars

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"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing. 

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

#not my fics