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fatalitysficbakery · 6 months

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Teeth, Tongue, & Fire. —

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/smut/light fluff.

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you, more than anything. she missed you.

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I'm standing at a party I technically shouldn't be at, all things considered, you and I, have only spoken professionally since the eve of our downfall, how was I to know I couldn't be here?

My eyes move to you, as they always do when we're occupying the same existence, and I can't help the way my eyes caress the person that you are, sophistication, elegance, and beauty seep through your every pore, and he...He is there too. The lump in my throat is one the size of a grapefruit, should, I, really be here? Was it all a mistake?

Before I can even decide to turn around and cower, that honey gaze of yours meets mine, and I must turn away. A drink is needed, a drink feels necessary. Shawn's lips meet your cheek as I dip away into the crowd, my eyes stuck ahead, though they desperately want to look back.

The dress I wear, is one I dug from the back of my armoire, one that I don't remember buying but it fits my figure to a tee as if made for me, a black little number, I'd never shied away from a little bit of leg, I don't claim to be flawless, nor perfect, but I make it a habit to remind myself there is beauty in my being. As it lies in everyone's.

And whilst I don't hear you sneak up, your appearance doesn't stop my heart, in fact, it speeds it tenfold when your slender fingers wrap around the span of my waist, and I can feel your warm breath tickle my ear, that smooth southern accent of yours shrouding me with a sense of familiarity and longing, it unnerves me and calls to me all at once, the goosebumps I get feel like deja vu, a reminder from a past I miss so dearly, it's been five long months without your touch.

"Is it your mission— to piss me off, sweetheart"?

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Your husband is across the room, mingling with friends, a smile on his face and laughter filling the room, and yet...You walked over to me.

We have loved each other, hurt each other, fought and fought until we could no longer, and yet...You walked over to me.

Your arm travels from around my waist and it comes to rest around my shoulder, and if others see two friends walking out of a function to catch up privately, the grip you have on me is anything but innocent. It is possessive. It is angry. And I? I foolishly crave more, and your husband was right...across...the...room. So, why is it, that I didn't walk away? Why is it, that I, can never resist you? My obsession remains.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She'd stolen you away without any effort on her part, and even as you enter the study, her touch lingers longer than it has to, it's as if she fears your slip through her fingers. It's as if she always had.

Her touch is gentle when she pushes you up against the wall after locking the doors to the study, her brown eyes meet your figure and she takes you in for a breath of a moment before she speaks, words rough with lust and desire, a hint of something else disguised beneath, her mouth by your ear, "You know what the thing I find most precious about you is? You're bold enough to walk your beautiful self into my party in a dress I bought you, but..." Her nail runs the length of your neck, and you almost neglect to breathe.

"You were too naive to think of the consequence that came with it, all those eyes on you...Tell me if you think I'd allow you to strut in here, looking like this, and let you leave...Unscathed"?

Your voice dies before it ever truly lived, your lips part but no words escape you, no words could. She chuckles, and it's cold, abrasive. She focuses her hand on your chin, grasping it firmly, so firmly you can just barely feel her nails threatening to dig in.

"I asked a question, I refuse to repeat myself so I suggest you find your voice".

Her voice is smokey, she speaks her piece calmly with a demand that is in no shape or form to be refused, and she only gets more demanding with her grip on your jaw.

"Maybe I knew the consequences, Bey. No, no...I can't lie, I just... I needed to remind you".

Your words aren't calculated, your voice is shaky, you're nervous, but...You're truthful. You watch as her jaw tenses, hand loosening on yours.

"Dress. up".

It's all she says, it's all she needs to. She knows you like the back of her hand, and as expected, you do as told without much conviction.

The way her eyes rove every inch of your body leaves you absolutely weak, it's been a year and a half, but the effect she has on you has never quite changed, and you feared it never would as she spreads your legs apart, looking from you to the wetness between your thighs, a smirk gracing her radiance, she lets two fingers run over the wet spot and bites back a laugh when your body tightens at the...slightest...touch.

"It's always been hilarious to me, Y/n. You have so, so much fuckin' mouth, but when I get you like this? That pretty little mouth suddenly knows when to shut up. Let's keep that up, baby".

With her final words, she pulls down the white lace underneath your dress and her eyes look to your cunt ravenously, hunger and desire in the reflection of her deep browns, "You'll stay quiet for me, won't you, Pretty? No words, to savour you is all I need".

Your body shudders feeling her breath fan against your pussy, she'd always been so attentive and measured in the way she handled your body as if it were one of the greatest sculptures crafted and it was to be handled with care, your ears flush, and though you nod and speak a pretty promise, you weren't particularly sure this would be your area of expertise, certainly when it came to her and her skills.

"Have I ever disappointed you"?

Your words are spoken breathlessly, she simply grins wider and shakes her head, eyes on you, two fingers tap your clit.

"Not...Yet".

The way she says it, it frightens you, the way she says it is dangerous...She wants to see you break.

There's a moment when you feel like you can breathe, a moment where her hands move from your thighs, and it is one that is shortlived; her grip returns and it is much more aggressive, she slides your underwear completely down with one hand, forcing your thigh apart with the other, she doesn't utter a single damn word, her tongue peeking out to tease her with the essence that is so distinctly you, and when she tastes it, she feels herself running through a film of your past, only your squirming brings her back to the ground, and she is not having it.

She drags you over to a couch, gently pushing you down onto it; her grip returns itself to pin your legs, and this time her tongue isn't as feather-light, she flattens it against your clit and revels in the way you catch yourself whimper and immediately cover your mouth, she licks you one final time before pulling back to reprimand you, "Hand down, darling. No shortcuts, Am I understood? And let me be clear, I want to hear your voice when you answer me".

"We're...We're clear, Miss".

You'd almost struggled to get it out, but there are no pauses between your answer and the moment her tongue flattened against your clit once more and this time, it doesn't tease, no, her mouth wraps itself around you like a constrictor, the moment you drop your hand you realize your task would be much more difficult than you'd originally expected.

She pays special attention to your clit, latching on and suckling at a pace that was languid enough to keep you from climaxing so fast but rough enough to take you to the very brink and back, hands clenched into fists, she watches your every reaction like it's her favorite piece of media, she pulls back once more, one hand reaches up to grip your jaw tight enough to hold you in place to watch as she licks two of her fingers and spits on your cunt, eyes on you the entire time.

Your stomach churns and tightens, and unexpectedly, you moan at the sight alone, to which she shushes you, only to lean in and completely contradict her shushes with a move that would only force your noises to the surface. — Her tongue enters your hole, dipping in to test the tightness, groaning in satisfaction, her tongue moves back to your clit whilst a finger dips into your heat.

When you moan again despite yourself, she simply sighs against your pussy, realizing you wouldn't be able to control yourself, her free hand comes up to cover your mouth meanwhile hers never leaves your cunt, tongue mingling with the clit and labia like lovers, and the finger that's pumping into you is joined by a second, a muffled whimper is stolen from your gagged lips, she circles your clit, making sure to keep a light suckle as her fingers caress the roof of your cunt.

You quivered, nipples hardening beneath your dress, your core is taut, eyebrows knitted, afro splayed across the brown leather of the sofa, caramel skin twice the tone with red spread throughout.

She lifts her head from your cunt, a whispered chuckle escaping her throat, "I could stay right here forever and be just fine, look at you...So precious. When I get you completely alone..."

Her fingers never stopped pumping, she watches you intently, taking in your every movement, sound, and expression, she smiles, "That's it, you've been so good, It's too bad you couldn't keep quiet, so, let's negotiate".

With her head cocked to the side, Beyonce's movements speed up, she laughs when your eyes widen slightly at the new rhythm set.

"Actually, there is no negotiating, this is exactly how it'll go. I have good news...bad. I'll slow down, and give you a moment to choose which you want first. Nod. You understand".

You nod.

Slowing down, she drops her hand from your mouth and motions for you to speak, though her fingers haven't stopped, you feel confident enough to speak only one word, "G-good".

She hums, her hand returning to your mouth and her pace speeding back up without another word until it was so.

"Good news is, you're not being punished, I'm impatient for my reward after not getting my hands on you for five...months. I, Sweet Angel, am gonna make this pretty fucking pussy cum right here on this fake leather couch. Now — The bad news"?

When she speaks next, she thrusts her fingers into you roughly to emphasize, chuckling almost darkly at the way your muffled moan is loud enough on its own that she's sure you'd alert the party had her hand not been covering your mouth. "The bad news, is that I, suga, am addicted to you, and I was deprived. You wanna know something? ...You were always going to be punished. Noises or not, Mouse. Just not here, not now".

As her head dips down again, she says one final thing before she's ready to tip you over the edge, "There's a lack of tools here, a limit on what I can do. Soon".

With that, she writes your destiny in the stars, her tongue and fingers the quill to your all too quickly approaching story's inevitable end.

And with one last caress of your g-spot, she dots the chapter end with a period, observing closely as your body trembles, your eyes squeeze shut, and there's a muffled squeal let out; The only complaint she has is that you're not alone.

That she couldn't hear her name rip from your throat as you're thrown over the edge of sanity.

"That's it. That's my pretty girl. There she is".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

You made me clean up, my panties in your purse, it's humiliating walking back into the same room as Jay, and although I know no one here knows, it feels as though they did, as though they can see right through us, and when we walk over to your husband he greets me with a look over and you with a kiss to the temple, pulling you to his side by the waist, a possessive grip on you; he stares me down, annoyance painting his expression.

He never did seem to like me but I can't blame him, even if woefully unaware, I am fucking the man's wife, and as I begin to say my goodbyes, feeling unwelcome in his presence, you grab my arm.

"Jay, I think I'll get her home. She's had a little too much to drink and I can't in good faith let her go home unattended; You understand, right"?

I see his jaw set, your gaze is hard on him, I notice; I had only one drink. He relents.

"Yeah. Ppreciate' you coming out to support".

I swallow thickly, my throat seems so dry as I nod and force a few words out in response, "Yeah, yeah, Of course. It was nice to see you".

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I lie in your arms just as the day begins to break after a night of a dance between lovers, there's a smile on my face but a question in my heart that, just as I've gathered the courage to ask, you answer and it's so familiar, you always did know how to read my mind.

"He knows about us, I told him...After I caught him in bed with another woman. I was planning to divorce him, anyway, but that...That solidified my choice. Do you know what first influenced my decision"?

My lips meet your hand, I feel I know what you're to say but I find myself still unprepared when you do. Red reaching my cheeks and the tip of my ears.

"You. I was always coming back for you, Sweetest. Always coming back to you".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: dedicated to my very favorite @u4iuh, thank you for always choosing and sticking by me.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Empty Planet. —

Selina Kyle x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: smut/angst/(???) fluff.

warnings: slight religious trauma, end of the world au, grief, death, apocalypse, oral (reader!receiving), tribbing, soft dom!selina, sub!y/n, depression mentions, sweet sapphic bs.

synopsis: opposite lifestyles lead two people together in a time of crisis.

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The silence is deafening, the streets of Gotham have never been so quiet, I can hear myself breathing as I trek through the empty streets with an uneasy feeling in my chest, it's all too serene. I can hear the wind whistling in my ears; There isn't a body or vehicle seen as the sun rises, the morning rush no more.

There isn't a danger in sight and that's somehow more unsettling than it'd usually feel when it was the opposite. My apartment coming into view is my only solace, I'm back home and that's all that matters to me as I push my way into the door, looking over my shoulder expectantly like I'm searching for something something that I know won't come. Something is seriously wrong, my chest gets tight, and anxiety fills me. I always thought I liked the isolation, until I became finally, truly alone. — It terrified me more than anything.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Y/n.

My alarm didn't go off, and when it did I was already awake looking around frantically, my eyes shifted to the clock. -- 8:30 a.m. I was late, as all fuck, pushing myself out of bed and rushing to my closet I throw on my scrubs, fight with my hair putting it into two puffballs, and attempting to do some kinda makeup look for the day.

As normal, I check my phone for messages from friends and family only to find that none have been sent, not even my mother's name is lit up and she was one of the most overbearing women I knew in this world, she'd have been hassling me last night, not just today.

It's weird. I feel...weird. Grabbing my purse, I sling it over my shoulder just about to leave when I hear a door swing open outside of my apartment; Looking through the peephole, I vaguely peep the figure of my neighbor from upstairs swiftly walking by.

There's something about the abruptness that makes my stomach lurch.

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There was no one there, there was no one... She had driven to the hospital, only to venture inside to a seemingly abandoned building, even patients that had been admitted just hours before had completely vanished into thin air. She feels the wind whip past her face, and shivers, turning on her heels to leave the voided hospital and get back home.

There were tears in her eyes, she panicked and repeatedly texted her mom but to no avail, she ventured back into her apartment with no responses from anyone on her contact list.

She screams. She screams her lungs out as she walks up the stairs to her apartment, trying to garner the attention of anyone she could. Her throat straining itself when she did, she continued...until she could no more. Until her voice became raw.

"That's not gonna work."

She spins around to find the source of the voice she hears. Eyes landed on Selina, a face she'd only briefly seen in the hallways once or twice, the woman was quite the busybody and because of her own schedule they never really got to interact either coming or going when the other was doing the opposite.

"That's not gonna work. We're alone. I don't know why, I don't know how but we're alone."

"Alone." She repeats, her voice hoarse, and raspy. She relents and leans against the wall, tears pricking the corner of her eyes, she shakes her head, her voice dissolving into a whisper, she whimpers.

"No...no...We can't be. Right? That's not, that's not possible. Is it"?

As much as she wished to say no, Selina stepped over to the woman, hand resting gently on her arm, she crouched next to her and with a soft sigh, her throat felt tight with the words she wished she didn't have to say. "Anything in Gotham? Is possible."

Y/n's eyes reflect Selina's own, swallowing down the terror, with shock in her eyes, she sniffles. "Okay."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Stage One: Denial.

I don't know why I keep calling, she won't answer me. It keeps going to voicemail, but I'm holding out hope. My mother's voicemail replays in my ear and I feel comforted, I feel at peace. If only for a moment I can imagine her arms around me. Selina isn't an awful person but I don't really know her all that well. She's an enigma to me, a puzzle that refuses to be solved, and if she wasn't yelling at me to snap out of it? She was screaming, screaming just like I'd been when we met. I guess we have one thing in common so far.

I slid the phone from her hands on the sixth night, she sobbed an awful lot but I couldn't blame her even if I was hard on her, I couldn't quite blame her. I could tell she was from a different life than the one I was used to, she had a softness about herself, rough around the edges but it showed differently than it did on me. A fragile, vulnerable little thing. She had therapy journals on her nightstand, she was trying to get help, something I was always too cowardly to do.

I don't remember why I did it, but tonight I found myself holding her close to me, she'd been a despaired mess and I was watching her crumble into nothingness. Sweet as pie, how cruel could the world be to such a being? "Shh, shh..."

It took her a moment, but as I was drifting off to sleep I felt her snuggle up to me, her sniffles quieting along with her breathing, I could feel her fall asleep, soundly for the first time since this had started; safely in my arms.

Stage Two: Anger.

My call was declined again, well that's an overstatement. It wasn't declined, no one is there to answer me no more. Or maybe they were. I can't tell yet or maybe I'm hoping I can't tell, maybe I do know. I've tried my mom, my sisters, my brothers...All left unanswered not even my best friend, hell not even my greedy money money-hungry boss had answered. No one was there to hear me falling. Plummeting. Mom, you really can't hear me, can you? Oh God...I'm all alone.

"ADRIA, JUST ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE! PLEASE!" I watch her scream into the phone until she can't anymore, I can see her vein as it pops out when she strains, begging for the world to listen when we both knew the world wouldn't answer back. I walk over to her, once again, my hand grasps onto her phone putting it to the side and slipping my arms around her.

She fights against me, strong for her stature, but in the end, I'm stronger despite it. She finally settles against me, and a world that wouldn't listen would hear the most agonizing devastated screams if only they had their ears open. The world won't listen.

I will. I do.

"Hey listen listen, let it out, hun. Let it all out."

Stage Three: Bargaining.

I've never been religious, well, I grew up in a Christian household but it'd be a lie to say we went to church every Sunday, my parents weren't the most devout and therefore I never really grew attached to it. I knew the basics of God and Christianity but that's as far as my knowledge before college had extended. Here I am now, on my knees with hands clasped and tears rolling down my eyes, desperate as fuck, praying to a God I'm not sure I fully believe in. I needed his help. I needed anyone's help and so far, no one has heard me so maybe, just maybe...He will. Please hear me, God.

"Do you believe in God, Sel"? It had been two months since this had started, Y/n's head is in my lap, I have my lips wrapped around the rim of a cold beer, my nails massaging her scalp, and Santa Baby playing distantly in the background, wasn't even December but it sure helped lighten the mood.

"No, but I believe in an afterlife. I just feel like it's a little different than people make it out to be."

"Like what? No horns blowing? No walking on clouds?"

"No horns blowing. No walking on clouds. I think it goes either way, it's what you make it. Depending on your mindset..."

Y/n sat up, turning her body to face fully towards me, her lips formed into a small smirk as if she'd found out a huge secret she couldn't wait to spill. "So like...We create our own reality? Our own Heaven? Hell?"

My brows peak, and I tip my beer her way in agreement with her assessment. "We create our own heaven or hell."

"Mind if I steal that theory?"

Stage Four: Depression.

I gave up, I could feel myself drowning the moment Selina broke the news to me that we truly were alone, why did I need to try anymore? It wouldn't bring them back, so I...I stopped. I stopped eating, I barely slept, I could feel myself slipping. It was about time that I fell. I miss my people. I wish I hadn't taken time for granted, taken them for granted. I look at the liquor bottle near my side and as appealing as it looks the pounding headache that already existed prevented me from taking the littlest sip. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek, not many of those came out nowadays since I'd been doing too much of it, but now...I guess I wasn't done?

"You're gonna get sick." Mumbling, I simply take her into my arms once more, but this time her arms drape around my neck and she holds onto me for dear life, her sobs shuddered and unsure. The poor thing was terrified, and I couldn't keep lying to her and telling her that all would be okay.

I was becoming unsure myself. The nights were getting longer.

Stage Five: Acceptance.

It's getting hot, the a/c has been working overtime trying to combat the Gotham heat, but Jesus was it getting worse. It's a good 6-months since it all started, I believe. Neither of us could muster up the fear anymore, we just confided in one another and willed it all to be okay. We used to fall asleep cuddled up, and we still do but lately, we both wake up on other sides of the bed, sweat damp on our skin and both the a/c and fan blasting but nothing was working anymore, so I stopped caring and she did too. We'd stay close, as few layers possible on our bodies, forehead to forehead. Why fate had made us the only two surviving? I'll never know for sure, but I'm glad that it did despite the circumstances, I'm scared. I don't know what's going to happen. But I know that I'm glad, grateful that she's here beside me. Hey, God? If you are real. If you can hear me, thank you...for Selina.

My arms are wrapped around her waist, she fits snugly against me like she's always been made to be there, and I find myself truly convinced that she is supposed to be here, my lips pressed to the side of her head, I don't know what I've done to deserve her but I thank the universe that she was sent to me.

I can feel the sweat drip down my brow, but I can't find it in me, the energy to focus on anything but her as she turns in my arms, big e/c eyes fixed on mine. She feels like a memory, she's here right here, now, I can reach out and touch and yet she feels like nothing more than a memory, a sonnet from a past so far away. My thumb swipes across her lip, and I can see the tears in her eyes, her sweet, candy-coated voice rings out so clearly in my ears with a plea so beautiful, that I play it on repeat in my mind. "Please, Selina? Kiss me."

I mustn't deny her. I can't.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Entwined are their limbs as the sun rays begin to beam down upon them, peeking in through the window yet neither form laid across the bed is in too much of a hurry to pay attention to the rising sun; Their eyes are kept on one another, Selina's fingers playing with Y/n's curls, their lips only just parting one another, it was a love like this that Y/n thought she'd never achieve and Selina thought she'd never deserved.

Selina's hands move to the hem of the younger woman's shirt, her mouth damn near dry as she speaks as if to a wounded animal, her words caressing her lover's ears gently. "Can I?"

"Of course, I want you to." Y/n's eyes are still glossed over with hints of her emotions pushing to the surface, the moment proved difficult for her and by no fault of Selina's or her own. She wanted this.

Selina, hesitant, grabs her chin between her fingers and tilts her head up so that she has to look her in the eyes, her other hand testing the waters with just a skin prickle of touch on her inner thigh. "Y/n. Are. you. certain? I will not ask again, I just need one more confirmation and I'm all yours, baby."

Y/n's answer remains the same, with no hesitation, she reiterates her earlier confirmation, breath catching in her throat when she spoke. "I'm certain, I want you. I want this." Her hand tugs at Selina's and that's when the Cat knows she's done for. She's sinned more times than she could count on 10 fingers or 9 lives, she wasn't above one more sin, was she?

One look into deep e/c's, she knew instantly without an inkling of a doubt. — She definitely wasn't.

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Selina's hands were entangled with yours, brown eyes gazing deeply into your own, head between your thighs; she'd taken your panties off already, and her eyes roam from you to your cunt, glistening and mouth-watering, she was a man starved and you were her last meal, and you can clock the faintest smirk on her lips as she lowers her mouth to your core, tongue dipping to run over your clit, she groans in pure euphoria from your taste.

Like nothing she'd ever had.

"Catnip." She mutters to herself, reveling in the way you'd shuddered when she first licked up your cunt, diving back in she flattens her tongue against you, pushing your thighs apart, eyes closed, it's almost like she's making out with your pussy, making love to it with her tongue.

You make the mistake of flinching away from her touch, to which she responds by pulling down closer onto her tongue which teases at your hole, prodding and fucking into it gently. Your moans are like music to her ears.

It's not much longer before she says fuck it, pulling her tongue away from your cunt, pushing herself up onto her knees, kneeling at the bottom of the bed in front of you. She sighs, your pussy picturesque in her eyes, pretty, dark brown, and pierced. Her claws run down your abdomen teasingly watching as you clench your abs, she chuckles.

"You trust me"?

"I do. I do, Pumpkin."

"Good." Selina's expression spreads into a shit-eating grin akin to the Cheshire cat, situating herself on top of the woman, their cunts pressed one to the other, pulling a trembled whine from your lips as the friction becomes more noticeable.

You take a deep breath, hips bucking involuntarily, hearing Selina laugh again, her hands moving to hold your hips down, she wags her finger at you, her own hips beginning to roll against you, a soft shuddered moan leaves Selina's parted lips, she whispers out soft praises and reassurances. "You're my good girl, my pretty girl, right? Just lay back and let me take care of you."

"Your good girl..."

When you relax, and give in, she's appeased, setting a controlled pace, neither too quick nor slow, her hips rotating in a circular motion, the sounds are erotic. Intimate. Sloppy. With every push, Selina could hear your arousal mixing with hers, her hand wrapping itself gently around your throat, she nods, shushing you quietly.

"Let me...Unh...Take care of you..."

Stage Six: Acceptance.

When I look back on it, do I regret anything? Yeah, yeah I do. I regret not spending more time with my friends and family. But I also regret not telling Selina 'I love you, I just hope she knows. I don't know if I believe in God, but I believe in an afterlife too. The universe put us together for a reason and if our theory turns out to be true, I promise you, Sel...I'm gonna will it to be real. I'll find my way back to you.

If I listed my regrets, we'd be here all night. But I'll tell you what I'll never regret. I'll never regret her. I think she was my last shot at redemption, showed her the love I never let myself show anyone else.

The only thing I want? More time. She's worth that, I think. At least...It was what she deserved.

She fell asleep in my arms, heh, never woulda thought. She broke me out of my shell, wrapped me round her finger, and tightened her grip, and me? I was 100% okay with that.

Hey, Y/n? In the next life, I swear it, I swear we'll have more time. Do you trust me? I swear it...

I love you, sweetheart.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

It was getting hotter, the sun beamed down upon them, and the two entangled figures lay cuddled up to one another under a thin sheet. Selina's head is on top of Y/n's, who lays on her chest, it was hard to see where Y/n began and Selina ended, but they were both smiling.

Matching smiles that stretched ear to ear, the sun beams hotter, but they only cuddle closer, Y/n whimpers but she doesn't open her eyes.

"Shh...I love you."

Before Y/n could answer a word, the sun nears closer. and in a trembling sob, she can only speak one word before the heat overtakes them. "Selina..."

. . .

Silence. She can feel the ground beneath her turn into nothingness, alone in a void of darkness, she feels nothing but coldness now. Looking around, she starts to call out for Selina but she knows it'll be a fruitless battle. She feels the tears coming but wills them back.

"Mind if I steal your theory?" She asked Selina as they lay chest to chest in bed talking, her leg thrown over Sel's. "Again?" Selina chuckles, leaning over her to put out her blunt, humming softly, she sighs, "Tell you what, Mon Cherie." Grabbing her hands into her own, she kisses her forehead sweetly and wraps her arms around the woman, "You steal the theory, yeah? If it proves to be real, you better will me back to you with all your motherfucking might, mama. Aight? Not letting death fuck us over. Deal? I love you too much."

She wipes away the stray tears, looking around into the darkness. She calls out.

"Selina?! ...Selina? Deal." Clearing her throat, she can't stop the tears now, feeling one fall down the apples of her cheek. "I love you too."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: Have no idea why this plot has been plaguing me for the last few weeks but happy holidays, y'all!!! :D

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hi there! hope you're doing well! can i get fluff #11 with Usnavi from ITH?? have a good day/afternoon/night! :]

𓆰♥︎𓆪 Nina’s Little Sister —

Usnavi De La Vega x Afro-Latina!Y/n

genre: fluff.

warnings: none, fluffy bullshit, halle bailey as faceclaim.

synopsis: 11. “d-did it hurt when heaven fell? I mean- when you…fuck. Anyway, i’m blank and that was humiliating. let’s start over”?

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Usnavi turned into a fumbling idiot the second she walked in, puddles of honey swirling in her toffee eyes. Her lips curl into a grin as she walks over to Sonny and ruffles his hair, her giggle turning Navi into mush as she greets his cousins with words he couldn't be bothered to hear.

The summer heat wave had business booming with classes out and the sun glaring bright, his eyes followed her to the frozen section, grabbing an ice cream, she walks over to the counter and this was his chance, his one chance, he figured.

She lies the ice cream cone down, pierced tongue coming out to lick over her bottom lip before she speaks, her voice matching her eyes, smooth honey, with an accent, Puerto Rican.

"Just this".

Benny waves his hand in front of a frozen Usnavi's face, eyebrow nearly touching the ceiling, quick to explain away his bestfriends strange behaviour, "It's been a long day. Navi"! He elbows his friend, whispering a rough, 'talk'.

The first words out of his mouth shock both Benny, Sonny, and the woman in front of him. Benny knew his best friend was awkward but this was humiliating, he just shook his head and grabbed the price gun, both he and Sonny deciding to work instead of witness whatever...this was.

"Did it hurt when Heaven fell"?

"I'm sorry"?

"I mean- When you- Fuck".

The pretty lady giggles and shakes her head, "Wanna try again"?

Usnavi is more than captivated, Benny and Sonny could've sworn they saw the grown man drool a little, it was like watching a puppy fumble over itself. Benny started to pity his dear friend.

"Sorry. Anyway, I'm Usnavi. That was humiliating, Can we start over? That'll be $1".

As she puts the money on the counter, sliding it towards Usnavi, she smiles sweetly, dimples denting her cheeks before she speaks to him in that soft honeyed voice once more. It's like an angel's called to him.

"You really don't remember me, do you Navi baby"?

When he hears the nickname, it all comes crashing back like waves to the shore. Little Y/n Rosario. He hadn't seen her in years, she was always three years behind him and Nina, her older sister. Always had a crush on Navi, he thought it was adorable how she'd trail behind him like a puppy. This. This wasn't Little Y/n Rosario, this was something different.

He blanks trying to come up with something to say, when he remembers everyone was supposed to meet up at Abuela's, for Nina's arrival. Nina's arrival...The youngest Rosario, who'd hailed in from PFW, and Nina were both known to be the ones who got out of the Heights, made something for themselves.

The weeks leading up to their departures were spent drinking and dancing, with celebratory parties all around.

Usnavi saw her off to the train, but back then she was just a pipsqueak, the woman that stood before him now seemed confident and sure of herself.

"Usnavi"?

"No, no, I know who you are. Just took a moment".

The young woman snorts, rolling her eyes at his attempts to act like her new appearance wasn't shocking. She was definitely a different girl than in her younger years, for one he takes notice of her piercings, and the serpent that wrapped around the length of her left thigh, eyes seeming to glow a soft pink.

"It's okay, I'm aware I look a little different than I used to, but...So do you". She cocks her head to the side, eyes running over the male curiously, "You gone be at Abuela's right? I know it'd be nice to see a familiar face".

He nods weakly, her eyes shift from him to Benny and Sonny. She waves a manicured hand to them, "See ya boys later".

"You know it", Sonny sends her awkward finger guns and they all watch her disappear out the front door. Usnavi knew what was coming.

A grin spreads wide across Benny's face, turning to Usnavi.

"You. ain't. got. no. SKILLS".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Usnavi was looking forward to the night ahead, dressing in a pair of jeans, cowboy boots, and a black button-down with two buttons left open.

That night, he couldn't stop picturing the youngest Rosario, drawn to her like moth to burning flame.

His eyes were quick to observe the room, searching for that midnight black in the sea of bodies, when finally his amber eyes landed on yours, greeting people as you entered the crowded apartment.

His eyes follow you around the room. Until finally your eyes land on him.

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"Lookin' Sharp, Navi" You greet him, that same angelic smile making him weak in the knees. He'd drank a beer or two already, and blame it on the liquid courage but Usnavi could feel himself become confident in his ability to talk to you as the beer settles in.

"You flatter me, mama. Look at you, vision of perfection".

As he watches you, he manspreads in his chair, beer in hand and eyes low staring into your very soul.

"Whatchu drinkin"? You asked, walking up to him with deep brownie eyes gazing into his, he's not sure how he didn't faint then and there, that smile had him by the balls. She could make him do anything as long as those doe eyes stared all big and beautiful into his.

"Some nasty ass beer, but uh Dani brought whiskey, rum and shit. Said we could make our own drinks".

"And your ass is over here drinking piss? With free reign to rum and shit, plus the cognac and d'usse me and Nini brought"? Her hands clasped around his wrist and she sighed, "C'mon, We're gonna make this right and I'm making you some that'll knock you off your feet".

Looking you over again, he agrees. You've already done exactly that.

He follows behind you, and this time it's he who looks like the love-sick puppy.

When the two of you are away from the crowd, you grab two cups, exhaling airily, you begin to mix a few things together in concentration. He just watches you do your thing, the music playing in the background making it feel like a scene out of a movie as you playfully bumped your hip against his, the two of you laughing joyfully.

When it was finished, you presented him with a cup with a slushy-like mix in it, blue and smelling like a three-day hangover with some blue hawaiian punch to accompany it.

"Voila~"

He chuckles, taking the cup with a skeptical smile on his face. He sighs, raising a brow, "You're taking a sip first, ionno bout this, ma".

"You don't trust me"? You asked, pouting dramatically, "Fine, Give me the cup, coward".

"Ay, I'm not a coward. I'm just not a complete dumbass".

You roll your eyes, glaring at him as you move the cup to your lips, he's tuned in immediately, watching his favourite movie never seen before staring at those pouty lips of yours wrapped around the rim of the cup, gazing into his eyes with a constant, entrapping, eye contact.

His focus is broken when you scrunch up your nose at the strength of the drink, face relaxing when the flavour hits your tongue.

"Huh, strong but I like it. Here, taste".

You held the cup up to his lips, the two of you were in a house full of people and it'd started to feel like you were the only two in the room.

When it hits his tongue, the poor thing instantly coughs, his face scrunching up like he'd just eaten a warhead, but when your laugh fills his ears, it becomes all worth it. If he could hear that forever, he would.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Let Carla and Daniela tell it, You and Usnavi had been inseparable all night, the roles reversed from your childhood. Anybody with eyes could see Usnavi De La Vega was head over heels, scurrying in front of Sonny when he was about to sit next to you just so he could sit there himself.

Sonny glares at his older cousin, sitting next to Benny and Nina whilst Usnavi just looks triumphant.

"Navi you nearly knocked the kid over" Cuca scolds, hitting the boy upside his head. You snicker, but the smile that threatens to come onto your face when you realize he's doing all this over you...

"It's okay, I'll remember that next time he needs me to pick up an extra shift".

Nina pops in with a quick but swift landing exposure, sending both you and Navi's cheeks blazing red, "Give him a break, he's just in looooveee".

The table erupts into hoots and hollers, a person on either side of you or Navi shaking you both by the shoulders in excitement, there's only one party at the table who hadn't decided to make a fuss about it. When the volume quiets down, you cross your arms over your chest and playfully chide in, "And you and Benny"?

Nina gives you the middle finger, and it's her and Benny's turn to be fussed over.

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The table is lighthearted, everyone's joking around and having fun. Usnavi has his arm over your shoulder most of the time without even realizing it, but he doesn't have to notice, and neither do you. Vanessa, who'd been silent most of the time, was tired, quite frankly, the only Rosario she cared for was Nina. Her glare most of the night was on you and Usnavi, Carla was the first to notice, Daniela and Cuca took notice as well.

You and Usnavi stayed oblivious, as Carla leaned over to Vanessa to ask what was going on.

This is when it all goes downhill, The women of the barrio could be gossipy, they flourished within environments of drama, thrived.

"You okay, Vanessa"? Cuca asks, louder than Carla had. There's a devious smirk on her face as the table takes notice of Vanessa's obviously plummeting mood. You wanted to ignore it, truly did, but it dawned on you pretty quickly what Cuca was doing, why Vanessa seemed so pissy.

You glance up at Usnavi who, for once, catches on pretty fast as well. He and Vanessa went...back. Back, as in, it was never meant to work out, he had a schoolboy crush, they tried to make it work, but it just...didn't.

"Ah nothin', Y/n I was wondering how Paris went? Fashion week? I'm sure you're a pretty popular girl, Got a man waiting for you back home? Maybe 2? 3"?

The table looks at her as if she'd grown a second head, Usnavi is silent, the table is silent. She takes a sip of her martini and laughs it off fakely, "Just kidding guys, Just. Kidding".

This is what you'd been telling your sister about since you were younger; Nina never quite got the picture because Vanessa was her best friend, she wanted to believe she was a good person because that's all Vanessa allowed her to see. The angel of the barrio, the prettiest too.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Your sister raises an angry brow, she looks at you with a familiar questioning 'You got this' expression, and for once, for once since you'd found your voice, you nod.

"We broke up, bout 4 months ago, didn't work out with the two of us. But...I'm moving back, and that's all that matters".

Again, the table breaks out into a thunderous roar of hoots and hollers at the news of you staying.

Vanessa looks furious.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

After the party had died down, and thinned out. You and Usnavi stayed behind to clean up, help abuela to bed, and lock up.

When all is said and done, you head out onto the fire escape, drinks in hand. You felt comfort in the silence, looking over to see Usnavi felt the same way. It was nostalgic in a way, reminded you of the night before you left, sharing a beer on the fire escape, praying abuela didn't wake her ass up to see the two of you drinking, yet you never stopped or went somewhere else.

Abuela's place was the safest for all of you.

"You feel it too"?

"We was out here sneaking and drinking not too long ago". You nod, laughing lightly, your knees knocking with his just. like. then.

"And now you're in magazines, looking beautiful as ever".

"And now we're both a little older, little more in tune with who we are".

Usnavi smiles, his eyes leaving the night sky to look at you.

"And we know what we want now".

Your breath hitches, looking up at him now, his hand comes out to tilt your chin up, make sure you're looking at him directly. He leans in, barely a breath away.

"Do we"? You ask, voice soft, sweet.

Usnavi chuckles, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Mhm...I think we do".

Your lips finally touch.

Magic.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/n: I hope you enjoy, pretty!

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♡︎♥︎ How Familiar A Face. —

Selina Kyle x Black Fem!Y/n (Aka Dré’s Birthday Fic)

Genre: Angst???/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, pup!y/n, kitty!selina, sub!y/n, dom!selina, brat/brat tamer, sexual harassment, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral, degradation, praise, dumbification, size kink, yandere themes, slight noncon/dubcon, sadism/masochism, blood kink, knife kink, pain kink, tears of…well, you be the judge, oh and fingering :)

Synopsis: selina hates playing hero but she doesn’t mind it. what happens when she has to save a familiar face from a group of men?

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When midnight rolled around in Gotham City you could always find Selina Kyle on the prowl, the night is when she thrives, leather suit hugging her curves in just the right places and her hips swaying as she slinked through the nearly empty blocks of the city, looking for something to entertain her and satisfy her greed for the materialistic finer luxuries in life— namely jewels. Usually, if she wasn’t careful she’d run into Bats. He’d take her in and their love affair would thus ensue with him trying to change a cat that didn’t much care for being tamed; It’s why their scandalous affair had ended in tears, and they weren’t Selina’s. Poor Bruce never did listen to Dick when he told him Selina was bad news but the woman got what she wanted. She always did.

Besides, their relationship was jilted from the start. She led Bruce on like a puppy to its master but now that they had ended for good, he was no longer fun to run into and truthfully? Selina didn’t much care for the male gaze, much preferring the soft feminine touch of a woman. Luckily, she wouldn’t be long bored and without entertainment; she’d walked herself into a sticky situation.

A woman, much like her own, mouthy and strong-headed, pinned to a wall, a brute that seemed to need a class on hygiene towered over her, with two of his yes men on either side of the much smaller being in front of them who didn’t seem at all scared she could hear the little thing cussing the men out with a strong, new orleans made accent coming out thickly with each word. she hides behind a wall to listen closer, the situation getting heated.

“Did you not hear me? I’m not doin’ shit, kill me or leave me the fuck alone”.

“Paul, this tramps feisty, huh? I’m getting bored wit it. Rip them, Will ya”? A ginger-haired male with a deep British accent and an unkempt beard speaks up to another with a black fedora and a disgusting smelling cigarette hanging from his lip— he passes him the knife and that’s when the woman they’ve got pinned stops her mouthing off. Selina wants to give it a moment, she liked her prey good and confident before she showed them just how cowardly they really were.

“Look who’s gone quiet, Boss”. The last man has a thick Italian accent, eyes boring into their victims which reflected defiance but intelligence enough to know being unarmed and mouthing off to three men with weapons was never a good idea.

“Shame, I liked her better when she was fighting. Cat got your tongue, Darlin”?

“Someone called”?

The men turn around at the sound of Selina’s voice, she smirks, nearing them with her whip dragging behind her.

“Get a load of this. Playing dress up, Princess”?

“Why? Don’t like my outfit”? She asked, her smirk dropping and eyes focusing in on the woman they had pinned to the wall, “Lady doesn’t look comfortable. Can’t pick on someone your own size”?

The woman’s eyes widened, a sense of familiarity washing over her. She tries to scoot her way out when their eyes are elsewhere but her shoulder is caught by the one the ringleader called ‘Paul’.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stay out of this, Trick or you’re next”.

“Am I now? Take. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Her”.

“C’mon Eddie, grab that bitch. Paul and I got this one”. The third male tells the leader and scoffs. Selina, however, is faster than them, swiftly moving behind Paul and tapping his shoulder, punching him square in the mouth when he turns around; All hell breaks loose. She’s genuinely surprised when the woman she’s protecting jumps into action, elbowing the third in the groin and then going after the leader; knocked down immediately when he hits her with his gun. That’s when Selina gets pissed off.

The woman is knocked out cold.

“Taking the coward's way out? Afraid she would’ve whooped you and your boys' asses? Pathetic”. Selina sighs, whipping the leader until he’s finally down on the ground and the third is the only one left, with Paul still trying to get back to his feet. Oh, this would be fun.

“Jerry! Get that whore”! Eddie yells at the third who now had a name, when he springs into action, Selina is quick to dodge his punch, using her leg to sweep his.

“Your names Jerry? No wonder you’re bitter”.

Sensing a body behind her, she sighs, men always had a way of underestimating her prowess. Her reflexes had gotten a lot more accurate the longer she had them. It was a shame she hadn’t gotten a chance to use them in a while until tonight. She quickly turns around, he socks her in the nose, keeling over, she nods.

“Okay. I’m done with this”. She whispers to herself, licking the blood from her lip, her laugh maniacal and filled with a hint that clearly meant “danger”. Standing up, she rushes at Paul, catching his leg with her whip and getting him down.

“Now be a good boy and stay there”.

When all 3 are down, she goes to the woman’s side. She’s still out cold, poor thing. Looking into her face, she senses something familiar about her. She couldn’t just leave her here but where the usual Selina would simply drop her off at a hospital and leave her there? She…She felt the need to take her home. Care for her, herself; scooping her into her arms, she leaves the three brutes behind and takes the runt in her arms home. It was like she needed to.

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Her head is pounding like crazy, waking up with eyes adjusting to unfamiliar walls and smells. She can hear purring and a rough tongue grooming her skin.

“Alonzo, leave our guest alone. Go bother Azure”.

That voice. She suddenly remembers what happened and it all dawns on her the last few hours' events. She’d been walking home from work when those neanderthal’s cornered.

“What’s an innocent-looking thing like you doing walking home alone with a duffel bag containing lingerie in it? I’m curious”.

She searches around for the voice.

“Y/n Y/ln. Well, I’ll be”.

She knew it. She couldn’t be sure at first but now she knew it, sitting up, she looks into not so stranger eyes.

“Selina Kyle, As I live and breathe”.

“You almost didn’t, Honeybee”.

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You and Selina Kyle used to be bestfriends. She used to be a shy but strong-willed girl, not quite knowing how to use her voice at the time but those moments when she chose to use her voice? Oh, you’d better believe she had everyone’s attention. This wasn’t the first time she’d protected you from a group of people, either. The first time being the day you met at the end of 5th grade, a group of girls decided to corner and make fun of you— When Selina was done with them, however? They never bothered you again.

“You disappeared”.

For the first time in a while, Selina feels bad, grimacing, she remembers the day she stopped talking to you. You were the first person Selina loved but you’d gotten her at the worst point in her life. She remembers the way your face dropped when she lied to you. When she told you she’d only used you for companionship— two things that couldn’t be farther from the truth. In fact, it was the quite opposite. Where others failed to capture her heart; you captured it like nothing, and that scared Selina. She wasn’t ready for the love and affection you were ready to happily give to her. That’s why she rejected your confession.

After that day, she slowly faded out of your life. After promising everything would be okay.

“I did. I’m sorry”.

You laugh, you actually laugh. This whole thing is so disbelieving, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, I never thought I’d live to see the day Selina Kyle apologized to me. The rejection, that hurt but I respected your decision because you were more than a potential partner in my eyes but…you left me. After promising…You left me. Radio silence, after telling me you were just keeping me around for companionship after finding out I was in love with you. That? That hurt like a motherfucker”.

Her eyes are cast down, “I lied too. I lied”.

Your eyes widen a bit. Is she saying what you thought? Your heart is beating too fast, you’ve been waiting on this and yet you were woefully unprepared.

“Lied about what exactly”?

Selina swallows, ego was a helluva thing and she had a big one. To do this and admit her wrongdoings was hard, but she’s reminded of the nights spent regretting 2+ years ago and wishing she could rewind time. She knew she’d left you with a heavy heart, it was only fair she came clean.

“I loved you too, Y/n. I really did. I really…do. I wasn’t myself when we were younger, I was immature and didn’t know a thing about myself and I knew I couldn’t hurt you like that. You don’t know how badly I wanted to accept your confession”.

You’re stunned. With shaky hands and breath, you stand up and begin to get dressed, stammering out excuses to leave until a hand catches your arm and Selina’s eyes look into yours pleadingly.

“It’s too dangerous out there. Stay. I’ll walk you home tomorrow, I promise”.

You stay.

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Selina did make good on her word and take you home the next day but she asked that you at least think of talking to her about this. Give her a chance to make this right.

You made no promises but you knew in your heart that you missed her, you just needed time.

And then one day, she comes into your club. You’re reminded of how she asked you why your duffel bag contained lingerie and how you never actually answered before jumping into such serious conversation of your checkered past with the cat. Feline. How fitting her new life was considering you called her Tiger as a nickname. You were almost sure she knew you worked there, yet when your eyes met, she seemed shocked until…A smirk falls onto her face. Your cheeks heat up. You’re just about to take the stage.

The red lace emboldened your dark brown skin, the lights illuminating the body glitter. Your voice carries through the room, sultry and low as you begin to sing.

“Unusual. They say strange fascination, infatuation. A lunatic. Call me what suits your taste, I just wanna taste and I’ve always heard it’s what’s inside that counts.”.

But…As you begin to sing, you cross the stage until your lingerie-clad body is right in the reach of those filthy patrons— Selina could barely stand how their eyes looked at you, their horny hands fidgeting close to their wrinkled old crotch as they battled with self-control, itching for a little touch, a little taste of the goddess before them. That’d be all well and good if it wasn’t you they were lusting over; Selina could feel her hands grip tightening around the glass of tequila she’d been nursing since you came out on stage.

It all gets worse when you kneel in front of a woman of the wannabe mob leader variety, eyes raking over you like the newest notch in their belt. Selina wasn’t going to let that happen. Over her dead body.

“Cause my insides are red and yours are too, and the blood on my face is matching you, and goodness you’re bleeding what a wonderful feeling! You’re down and you’re pleading, my head is just reeling”.

You glance her way, throwing her a teasing little wink before turning back to the patron.

“The red means I love you. The red means I. Loveee. You”. You lean in, booping her nose for emphasis on the last ‘I love you.’

Cheeky.

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It was late walking to your car, you weren’t scared, however. The night you were almost attacked had shaken you up so badly you decided to carry your own weapons. A gun, dagger, and some mace. Hyper-vigilant to the core but no match for Selina Kyle. Again, she always got what she wanted.

Someone covers your mouth with a cloth and soon? You’re out cold.

[1 hour later.]

When you come to, you recognize the walls of Selina’s bedroom from last time you’d been in there though under different circumstances. You try to move but your legs and hands are tied to the bed. This couldn’t be Selina’s doing, right? It couldn’t be.

“Stop that, Puppy. You’re gonna hurt yourself”.

No.

You look to your left to find Selina sitting near the bed in a robe with a cup of tea in hand and that same cocky grin on her face. A grin you wanted to slap off when you realized what she’d done to you.

“What the fuck, Selina?! I said I needed space so you kidnap me? Chloroform me”?

You wanna be scared but instead it’s blurred the lines of fear into anger.

“I wouldn’t have had to do this, runt. This is your fault remember earlier? That wink? Teasing little nymph, you should’ve just told me you wished to play, I would’ve brought a game of monopoly out”.

You can hear the feigned pout in her voice, the frown on her face mocking your own. She chuckles, and drinks from her mug, “I bet you’re thirsty. Chamomile, just like you like it”.

You pull yourself away, making the Cat sigh in annoyance.

“Now why would I drink from a poisoned mug? Use your brain, Pup. If you still have one after all that chloroform, I do sometimes fuck up my dosages It’s a wonder you’re even still alive, Mutt”.

That nickname, that dreaded nickname from all those years ago; your body tenses at the reminder of the hold Selina Kyle had on you even in your younger years. She was always your kryptonite, from the moment she’d saved you from those girls, you regarded her as a God. You looked up to her. She was your soulmate. She notices this. God, she always noticed everything about you.

Leaning in inches from your face, she speaks, “That brought back memories, huh? Always been the runt of the litter since the day we met, little lamb. You wanted this, so you’re getting it”.

“Why are y-you doing this”? You asked meekly, catching your lip between your bottom teeth. You should be scared, shaking in your boots but despite being all of that, the closer she gets, the hotter your body gets. It was almost like a drought finally getting the rain it deserved, your body aching for Selina like it had those nights you fell asleep after cumming to thoughts of her between your legs. Selina can read you like an open book, that boisterous laughter of hers making another appearance that sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh my, How pathetic are you? You really can’t fucking hide it can you? Disgusting”.

She climbs on top of you and smiles, “I’ve been waiting so long for this. Don’t fight, okay? I don’t wanna have to hurt you”.

Don’t fight it? She had some audacity, you wanted to slap her, yell, scream that she couldn’t just control you like this— That’s just not what you do. Instead, you open your legs as ordered. Selina is pleased. She always gets what she wants and right now she was starving and prepared to lick her plate clean. The meal she was eating was a delicacy, after all.

Situating herself between your legs, she slides your panties down your thighs, not wasting any time; she’d been waiting to do this for so long. She wasn’t about to waste this opportunity. Though there’d be plenty more.

Staring shamelessly at your cunt, her tongue rolls over her lips, admiring how pretty your pussy was. She’d decided when you first walked back into her life that no one else deserved to see such art, just the thought of it made the feline growl, aggressively licking a stripe up your cunt to make a point— You? Were hers.

“Look at that, tasty little thing. Just as imagined”. She whispers to herself and the fact it was almost like you weren’t even there, just 3D porn for Selina to get off to, you whimper, wiggling your hips to urge her to go on. You didn’t understand why you were so susceptible to her advances, why it was so easy for you to give in and forget about the word ‘no’.

“I was thinking about prolonging this, denying you any pleasure for flirting with that bitch but you look so good, I think I need a new plan”.

The second lick is drawn out, her tongue flat on your cunt, slowly licking up until her lips are kissing up your body, doesn’t stay there for long; cats can be rather impatient, you know? Her mouth attaches to your clit, making your legs tremble uncontrollably. You look down at her, reminded of the exes who tried and failed to make you feel this good with much more and yet here she was; making you quiver from fucking oral. It angered you. It did.

She’d crushed you all those years ago and here she was, with you in the palm of her hand like nothing happened.

“You’re thinking too much. We’ll discuss later, Dog”. Selina growls, tired of your attention being elsewhere when it was supposed to be hers. She was done playing pity the fool, she wasn’t ready back then, she wasn’t mature enough, and didn’t speak up enough. She’s more than ready now.

You feel her tongue prod at your hole and just like that, she’s released you from those doubtful little thoughts, taking you to places no one but she knew how to— Your first moans are like music to her ears, your thighs moving to close over her head, attempting to be rid of the onslaught on your cunt; she only forces them back open.

Her moves are sloppy but effective, in that moment she didn’t care to take her time, like a kitten to a bowl of milk, she was absolutely ravenous; it was your turn to be jealous. Who’d gotten to experience this after she walked away from you? It was hypocritical you knew, you’d dated and hooked up long after her shocking exit from your life, you had a bit of a whore phase, maybe but it was all due to missing her. That’s forgivable, right?

Not. At. All. It’s much to the dismay of Selina, who adds two fingers to your hole unexpectedly, not bothering to wait for you to adjust to the feeling; she abuses your cunt with her mouth and her fingers.

Your back arches off the bed, trying to get away from her but unfortunately going the wrong way as you further position yourself deep onto her fingers and pressed harder against her tongue— She laughs, scoffing with a pointed glare in your direction, “Look at you…So stupid you ran the wrong fucking way, Bitch. GET. DOWN”.

Anger radiates off her body hot enough to scorch the earth and drain the oceans dry, you always knew her temper was something else, but this… This was pure unadulterated fury.

“Now I won’t be too hard on you for fucking other bitches given the fact I messed my chances up when you presented them to me but make no mistakes, Honeybun. That show you put on tonight? You looked sexy no doubt, but that glint in your eyes when you looked at me? I intend to dull. You remember how angry I could get, don’t ya Doll”?

With the way you’re positioned, cunt in the air and head in the mattress? It makes it easier for the sadist to violate your willing holes, her eyes hold a darkness in them that Y/n had never seen in Selina’s eyes before, she looked like a monster, evil and vile. sick and twisted. Just why did that arouse you? Why did you clench around her fingers like a sick whore? Allowing her to violate and degrade you until your mind went numb and your body collapses back to the bed; Selina refuses to give you a break, her fingers moving faster and her tongue licking sloppily. Your body can no longer take it and you feel yours cumming.

Worse, you start to squirt.

And that makes it all that more amusing to Selina, she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t slow down. She speeds UP!

“There we go. See, baby? I told you I wasn’t gonna deny you any orgasms, no, no…Instead”?

Grabbing a dildo and a knife from nearby, she leans back on her heels and starts to hum, sinking the dildo into your still quivering cunt and pressing at the bottom of it, making the dildo start to vibrate as she focuses on the dagger in her hands, the cold blade touching the skin of your thigh.

“I’m gonna make you cum so many times you forget your fucking name and all you can do is bark like the bitch you are. And while I do”?

She lets the dagger slice into your skin, in turn making you hiss, your chest still heaving from your orgasm and drool running down your lip from the overstimulation; the pain and pleasure slowly melting your mind as she begins to carve her name into your thigh letter by letter, her tongue licking up at blood that drips out.

The crimson coats her teeth as she grins at you, continuing to cut into your skin.

“I’m gonna make sure I cut deeper and deeper until everyone knows who you belong to and the scars are permanent on your skin. Get ready, Mutt. I’m going to make you think hell is paradise”.

All you can do is shudder.

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A/N: Happy 20th Birthday to the best person I’ve encountered on this planet, you’re my favorite person and my safespace and it’ll always been Heaven and Dré against life. I hope you enjoy this, old lady, I know I’m a day late.

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Runaways. (☦︎︎-☹︎-☻︎) x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings; Mentions of abuse, manipulation, favoritism, etc.

Synopsis; You and Cal have had enough.

↳ Next Ep; Not Giving In. (☀︎︎-☹︎-☻︎) (coming soon!!)

warnings: violence, blood, character death.

synopsis: talia and margot set out to find you and Cal.

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The End Of An Era. (Ep. 1) (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings; Sapphic BS.

Synopsis; I could feel your love fading.

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Ghosts Of A Lover Unknown (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☹︎) x Latina Fem!Y/n

Warnings; very very sad usnavi, worried sonny, insomnia, hints of past life themes, if everything is in italics, it means it’s a flashback!, open ended (interpretation is up to you).

Synopsis; #3 “If our empty bedroom bothers you so much maybe try sleeping in it one day, Blank”.

Nina’s Little Sister (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Afro-Latina Fem!Y/n

warnings: none. fluffy bullshit.

synopsis: 11. “d-did it hurt when heaven fell? I mean- when you…fuck. Anyway, i’m blank and that was humiliating. let’s start over”?

↳ Benny.

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↳ Sonny De La Vega.

Nose Goes. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Afro-Latina Fem!Y/n

Warnings: So sweet it gives cavities.

Synopsis; #13 “Baking Gone Wrong”.

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↳ Charlie Bradbury.

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↳ Sam Winchester.

Siri Play Hot N Cold By Katy Perry. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎-ish - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Siren!Reader. Murderous kids, demons n shit, hungry!cas, man starved!sam, woman dehydrated!reader, basically woman sam!reader, over it!dean, needy sex, straight to the point, soft love making.

Synopsis; You and the Winchester brothers have been friends and partners for years, especially you and Sam— You’ve been their hand to hold and guide through the supernatural world since you’re apart of it. You and Sam have loved each other since forever, in secret of course. After a big blowout between the two of you, Dean is fed up and sends you both on a mission…Alone. Will years of pent up frustration and hidden love finally be revealed?

↳ Dean Winchester.

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↳ Castiel “Cas”.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Girl From Nowhere Menu 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Nanno.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Heathers Menu 𓆰♡︎𓆪

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↳ Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel)

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↳ Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley).

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↳ Catwoman (Selina Kyle).

How Familiar A Face. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ✞ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n (Aka Dré’s Birthday Fic)

Synopsis: selina hates playing hero but she doesn’t mind it. what happens when she has to save a familiar face from a group of men?

Confessions Of Sin. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ✞ - sprinkle of - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n (aka dre’s second annual birthday fic.)

warnings: vampire!selina, hybrid!y/n (wolf/witch), g!p (selina), degradation, stalking, slight dub-con, mating, sadism, masochism, mommy kink, slight!puppy play, intercourse, slight fingering.

synopsis: she’s been watching you.

Empty Planet. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ✞ - (???) - ☻︎ - ☹︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: slight religious trauma, end of the world au, grief, death, apocalypse, oral (reader!receiving), tribbing, soft dom!selina, sub!y/n, depression mentions, sweet sapphic bs.

synopsis: opposite lifestyles lead two people together in a time of crisis.

↳ Starfire (Koriand’r).

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↳ Beyoncé Knowles-Carter.

Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

↳ Megan “Thee Stallion/Tina Snow” Pete.

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↳ Kelly Rowland.

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↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

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↳ Niklaus Mikaelson.

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↳ Rebekah Mikaelson

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Wednesday 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Wednesday Addams.

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↳ Morticia Addams.

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↳ Enid Sinclair.

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↳ Larissa Weems.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 NEVER Trust The Love Interest. —

Samantha Carpenter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

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An unsettling silence plagued the halls, so quiet you could hear a mouse squeak, but who could blame anyone in the complex for leaving after what had happened in only two weeks.

Nobody wanted to believe it was happening again until the bodies in the morgue began to pile up, and the first mask was found next to the third victim, it was almost a taunt. No...A greeting.

Ghostface was back in business.

The Carpenter sisters were on immediate alert, but it didn't take long for someone to throw a big party, the perfect opportunity for new victims, and for some unknown fucking reason no one seemed to be concerned with the outcome that Samantha and Tara could sense a mile away like clockwork.

Tara stayed home, luckily. But that's not who Sam was worrying about right now as her phone went to voicemail for the 20th time that night, Sam was quick to grab her keys. There were many ways this could go south but with her being radio silent? Sam couldn't care less about the consequences than the idiots that had willingly gone despite the risks. On her way out the door, she texts Chad, Tara, and Mindy to warn them of her whereabouts, gun holstered and knife in her boots.

Never too armed. There was a mace and taser in her purse for backup.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

The scene was a bloodbath, the moment you entered the place there were bodies and puddles of red as far as the eye could see and Samantha was quick to unholster the gun resting on her hip, there wasn't a lot she was afraid of anymore, hell blood had become so normal to her, she stepped over the bodies like they weren't there.

If anything everything in sight had become invisible to her eyes, her thoughts solely on the one person she was hellbent on saving, on protecting. Nearing the staircase, she hears distant voices, and murmurs.

'C'mon, Y/n. Not today.'

Rounding the corner, her heart nearly beat out of her chest when the voices only got louder just for to realize.

'I see trees of green, red roses too..'

She grunts a hiss of air out when her eyes land on an old stereo. With her jaw set, she pushes on, determination filling her gaze like it had only done when Tara was the one who needed her protection. Her head cocking slightly to the side when a new gaze meets hers; pointing the gun directly between the males eyes, she crouches next to the figure.

"Travis. Where's Y/n?" She asked quietly, the sight of her bestfriends boyfriend hidden in the same room she'd gone into putting her on high alert. There was blood on his collar. She scoffs when he doesn't answer. "Trav, c'mon. I need to find her. Keep her safe, that's what you want, no?"

Travis trembles from his spot on the floor, and Sam spots a puddle forming beneath him. The empathy in her eyes left just as fast as it had come, eyes moving down his neck to his hands; Bloodied.

Sam clicks her tongue, standing up from her spot next to him.

"Or at least, that's...that's what you should want, Travis. I mean look at you, lying in wait while your girlfriend gets possibly murdered. Jesus...That's cold-hearted."

Travis squirms from his spot on the floor, eyes frantic and body trembling like a fish out of water. Samantha just watches as he grows more inconsolable, attention on him only diverting when she turns to find a cloaked figure.

Stu's mask on their face.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Samantha barely manages to dodge the knife aiming for her abdomen, stepping out of the way at the last minute, her movements fluid and clean as she does like it's a choreographed dance she'd obsessively learned the steps to.

Her strangely calm demeanor shifts slightly when she looks back at Travis, who only seems...confused.

"You really are a little bitch, Travis. That's what's sad. You date a close friend of a Carpenter sister...but you never thought twice, did you? Don’t you know the rules?"

Holstering her gun, she sighed and kneeled down next to the bed while the cloaked killer worked on dragging Travis to the middle of the room, both his kneecaps had been shot out, rendering the poor thing immobile and utterly useless.

Her fingers brushed against the mask, a shudder running down her spine at the feel of sheer power beneath her thumbs, a legacy she was tired of running from, one she'd been so desperate to get rid of. One that she was now even more hellbent and desperate on keeping alive.

'Do it, Sam. Put it on. You've earned this' Billy's voice plays in her head like an echoing cave, and with every fear the old Samantha held in her heart of hearts...She uses it to drive her; Billy's knife in her boot and his mask in her hand.

Her lips quiver the moment she bites the bullet and puts it on again, this time...to be used as her father intended it to.

'Atta girl, Sammy. Now. Do me proud, kid. Flood this fucking town RED!'

"Sam."

A voice cuts through the hallucinations, snapping Sam out of her stupor, she looks up at the cloaked figure standing over Travis, nodding to herself; a confirmation to herself that there was no going back after this. Standing up, she takes her spot next to the person in Stu's mask, cutting on the voice changer, she feels a spark traveling down her spine, breathing it all in.

Samantha Carpenter meets Samantha Loomis.

"There are rules, Travis. And you broke one of the biggest. Now the sad thing is...I can see it in your eyes. Shifty. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do wanna save Y/n. Is that what you want? To save her?"

The tears that gathered in his eyes bring a smile to Samantha's face from underneath her mask, neck craning to the side, her eyes meeting her partners just as Travis finally whimpers out a pathetic pleading "Yes".

"You wanna tell him? You do the honors."

Stepping back, Samantha allows them to the front, their voice disguised as well when speaking, a crackling robotic tone sounding through. "It'd be my pleasure. I've really been waiting all night for this."

Dragging his body to a sitting position, they go to lock the door, the radio being turned up just a tad louder to drown out the incessant whimpering, squatted beside him now, they slowly begin removing the plastic Halloween mask.

Travis's eyes widen the moment he's aware of what's underneath.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

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The radio, it repeats, and it repeats, keeping time with his rapid heartbeats. She straddles his lap, knife grazing his skin, forcing him to look in his eyes.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

'I see trees of green, red roses too...I see them bloom for...'

"Y/n." He breathes out shakily.

'Me and you.'

With the voice changer resting underneath her lips, her knife, she nods, pulling a gun. Stu's berretta, from her pocket, whistling quietly.

"And I think to myself..." She leans in closer, a soft smirk curving onto her lips, "What a wonderful world. Hi baby. You know what this is right? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. We're just talking, right? Just talking. Don't cry."

Samantha's jaw sets watching the scene, her body itching for a kill. Specifically this one.

"What is this? Huh?" She repeats, waving the beretta at him like a nice greeting, or in this case, maybe a solemn goodbye.

"The...The gun you shot me with? I-I don't know, Y/n please...W-why?"

"I'm getting there. Patience. I mean, you're not wrong. I did shoot you with it, but you know...I also shot that bitch you were cheating with. Junie? Her favorite scary movie was weak. The nun. Ugh. No. This? is Stu Macher's gun."

"J-junie's dead?"

"As a bitch, Travis. As a fucking bitch. You know, Sammy's right. You did break a rule. Two actually."

"One, you cheated and told Mindy of all people. My sister, really? You never could handle your fucking liquor." Rising up, she points the gun at his thigh and pulls the trigger, relishing the way his screams align with the music. "You trusted the love interest. Sammy?"

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white...'

On cue, Samantha walks ahead of Y/n, kissing her cheek as she does so, Billy's knife tightly gripped in her hand.

'The bright blessed day...The dark sacred night...'

"I guess you're even, Trav. I mean, she was cheating on you too. Bestfriend? You could say we're close. The only problem is..." Samantha drops down into his lap, but there's nothing erotic about the plans she has for him, her knife to his neck; she removes the old mask, a shit-eating grin on her face, "Only one of you cheated with a goddamned Loomis."

'And I think to myself...'

Without a second word, his throat is slit, and she blacks out. His body riddled with stab wounds when it was all over she could hear Y/n's heeled boots against the floor, looking back to see Stu's berretta pointed at Travis's head though he'd taken his last breath seconds before; smoothly Samantha rolled out of the way, allowing Y/n to deliver a swift shot to the head.

'What a wonderful world...'

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After all was said and done, Y/n leaned her forehead against Samantha's taking a deep breath at the next steps, her eyes staring deeply into hers, "I'm ready."

"Baby, we...we don't gotta." Sam reasons, but she shakes her head, a bittersweet smile spread across her cheeks, she whispers to Sam, eyes glossed over with tears. "I won't die. I'll be fine. It's for you, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure? Completely?"

"Completely."

There's a replica knife, one of Billy's that Y/n had crafted herself, one she'd stabbed Junie with before shooting her, one she'd stabbed Samantha's ex-boyfriend with, and you know the people that came to the party, it was easy to do so when not many dared to arrive due to the restart of the killings and being the only one with a gun helped too, of course.

She passes it into Samantha's gloved hand.

"Do it. And after you do it, I need you to go. Okay? Go, and don't call me. I will call you. Understood?"

"Understood." Samantha takes a deep breath. It had been all too effortless to kill Travis, to kill Gale but the thought of hurting you only slightly was one she hated.

"Now, Sam, NO- AH, FUCK!" As soon as Y/n cries out, she's pulled into Samantha's arms, careful to mind the abdomen wound she'd just given her girlfriend, shushing the poor thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Shh. Shh, I got you."

As much as Y/n wants to hold on tighter, she just whispers one word in Samantha's ear, sliding off her cloak and handing it to Samantha to get rid of. "Go."

Samantha nodded, pecking Y/n's lips before grabbing the cloak and ducking out of the backdoor they stood by, leaving Y/n to call the police, though she didn't know just how far Y/n would go to protect her until she heard a pained yell inside and a gunshot and as if she could sense Sam's concern, another "GO" is yelled out from inside.

Sam goes.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"She's gone, Sam. She's gone. There's no true love for a Loomis, remember your true love. Pick up the knife, Sammy." His voice grows increasingly aggressive, brows knitted together waving the infamous dagger in front of my face, like bone to dog and it almost physically hurts to not reach my hands out, wrap my fingers around the handle -- Let the electricity liven me.

Her being mentioned is the only thing that breaks my attention away, and I can see his face fall into something blank when he realizes I wasn't budging on my stance, it isn't until I wake up with a jolt, looking at the clock and very predictably my phone, itching to see if she'd called or messaged.

She hadn't.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I heard from her, waiting with bated breaths to see if she was still breathing, if we'd gone too far and she was a part of the carnage, the gunshot still rang fresh as day in my head, her voice the only thing to cut through the thoughts, through my father's taunting. I could hear him now, there was no love to be truly had regarding what we were, but I refused to let him be right. Not when it came to her.

"Spare key. Earth to my beautiful girlfriend?"

I think my jaw goes slack, my lips slightly parting themselves and I'm almost in denial. I'd almost let my father ruin love for me, and though I hadn't budged, that moment of dread I felt when I considered the possibility of her having died ran so deeply that it was almost like seeing a ghost when she's finally within a foot or two in front of me, that familiar cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear.

God, she's as beautiful as I remember and though it's only been a mere half a day apart I find myself scanning her from head to toe, analyzing and trying to scope out if any of the little details that she was made up of had changed; To my relief, the only things out of place are the stab wound near her side, and the cast on her wrist which must've been the beretta's doing.

Other than that...It was her, it was my lady that stood in front of me.

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"Oh thank fuck. You're alive." Samantha's hands find my waist so naturally it feels like it's instinct for her, to pull me into an embrace without the slightest thought to it. I can feel her body shudder, eyes pricking with tears; She squeezes me so tight I have to tap her a few times to let her know her hold is a bit too strong, and even then she seems reluctant, as if I've just dealt her a...disrespectful request.

"Not for long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart. I shot myself in the arm, hit nothin' vital. Again there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you get out of this without being caught. Best damn Ghostface there ever was. Y'know that right?" I can't stop staring, though I'd never been able to, not since we'd been friends. Sleepovers almost always ended with us talking about everything and nothing while staring into one another's eyes until the moon made way for the sun.

She nods, but I can tell she's wary and I take no time to bring her into my arms, brushing her hair from her face, a small whisper of a "Hey" spoken through the silence to hush her worries. "I'm alive, okay? Wouldn't leave my favorite girl alone."

"You could've been seriously hurt." Sam nuzzles herself against me, arms gripping around my waist protectively as if she thought I might disappear into thin air.

"But I didn't and if I did? It would've been damn worth it, I don't regret a damn thing." I'm sure of this, I know it to be true. I bring my hand up to her cheek, keeping it there until I'm sure she trusts that it's real, that she's real. I hear her chuckle but there's zero humor behind the sound, it breaks my heart to see her so scared when she whimpers, letting go and allowing herself to be picked up and carried upstairs to her bedroom relenting like she'd never hesitated.

We climb the stairs in a comfortable yet tense silence, making our way to Sam's bedroom. I push the door open with my foot and gently kick it closed all the same.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, sitting her on the bed and coming to take place between her legs, hands cupping her face. I tilt her chin up to look directly into her chocolate-brown gaze.

It's a brief moment before I hear her voice again, I forget myself within one smooth motion, my right hand moving to her lips and a kiss pressed upon the back and if that isn't enough, her words press their own soft kisses to my ears. "I think you might be the only one aside from my sister that I trust right now, Y/n."

Lying her back on the bed, I feel myself aching in ways no one has ever made me ache and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was just that good. I chased the high every time. "Then let me take care of you."

Standing over her, I reached for the hem of her shorts, only hesitating on my movements just to gauge her reactions and make sure this was okay. She had this look that could get her anything she ever wanted and when she flashed it at me I knew to do exactly that.

Those pretty little eyes of hers, she gave me that stare and I was turned a slave for her love, she had me in only one night and she still had me now.

She was always so reluctant to be vulnerable, to allow herself something so human. No one could blame her, she'd gone through a lot to get here. I see it in her though. That fighter. — She still deserved to let those defenses down every now and then and I was more than honored that I'd become trusted with such realities in which Sam just got to be Sam.

"I gotta hear you before I go any further, baby. Speak up for me?"

The poor thing's words must've been caught in her throat for a second or two but I allowed her the chance to gather herself before my lips were on her inner thigh, I swear I did but I know that if I were a lesser woman my self-control would've been stripped the before she uttered a damn word. "Just...touch me."

Now that I didn't need to be told twice.

I think one of the most fascinating things about Samantha is her power to seduce and addict, and she had me absolutely sprung. My lips ghost over her thighs before actually meeting the skin. Call me slow but I loved seeing her reactions and keeping myself between her legs at all times, letting her know how appreciated she truly was.

She looks down at me, her abs taut as I bring up the tank top she's wearing, exposing her muscled physique to my hungry eyes. That dark hooded stare is intense on me, and it's a damn shame she has to work tomorrow. I'd be here all night if I could.

My lips had wandered everywhere, neglecting Samantha and themselves while straying away from its intended target until finally, we'd both had enough. She lets out a frustrated whine and I'm too far gone to keep denying myself so I settle our collective woes when I wrap my lips around her bud, her body flinching only to end up running further into my tongue. One hand gripping her thigh in a firm hold.

I bury myself within the temple that is Samantha Carpenter's body, her slick coating my lips, my cheeks, my nose. Drowning in the scent and taste of her all I feel is a simple man's greed. Right now I am that simple man, and I have only one thing on my mind.

Making her sing. I always told her she had a beautiful voice.

Her moans egg me on, legs hoisted up on my shoulders. Her gaze is still locked in on me heavy, and when I pull away for air I can see a small hint of disappointment. "You seem disappointed. Have I disappointed you, my love? Don't be afraid. Speak your mind."

"You're an assho-" I shush her with my lips, giving her a taste of the liquid heaven that rests between her thighs, a moan slips out of those beautiful lips and the sound gets me high. I pull back, my mind back in that simple man's place as I lower myself back between her thighs. My tongue finds her slit and runs the length, revelling in the way she shudders each time.

Once upon a time, I told her my favorite thing was making out with her. I didn't clarify that I meant that in every sense of the word my mouth engaged in a heated makeout session with Sam's cunt. I'm not ashamed to admit it but after the night I had that ended with my arm in a sling, this felt like a reward. I'd gotten to the finish line. My prize was in front of me, and I was happy to take it. More than.

It wasn't long before I recognized those telltale signs that meant she was close to climax. The way her eyebrows knitted and she bit down on her lip harshly trying not to show just how good she was feeling, as she attempted to keep some semblance of that signature Samantha stubbornness; She failed miserably again and again. It was amusing to watch, and I was more than willing to...but granting her the serenity of hiding in the end was something that was completely off the table.

I let two of my fingers graze the edge of her hole, eyeing her reaction when I plunge the two deeply into her pretty pussy. If I wasn't so occupied I think I could've smirked a little.

The reaction this garner is as precious as it is delicious. Her legs squeezed themselves around my neck, her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Her taste is something I couldn't quit if I tried, and I had no intention to. No, in fact, I locked my lips around her, fingers pumping in and out with her cum coating my tongue. Every little drip came from paradise and god was it heavenly.

And listen to that melody in which she sings my name.

"Y/n...B-baby, I can't-"

Fucking beautiful.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"Do you think we could ever live a normal life?" She asks while her girlfriend lathers her hair up with shampoo, sitting behind her in the clawfoot bathtub. She can still see flashes of the carnage they left behind and she wonders just how much of her father she'd absorbed from the real-life cases to the movies her friends liked to binge repeatedly, and now she was continuing his legacy. A killer.

Y/n can practically see the overthinking inner battle Sam is having, and she immediately stops her movements. She pulls her in, one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other tilting her head up to face her. She presses a brief but sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. Her forehead is against Sam's when they pull away.

"I'm gonna be honest, my love. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm damn well gonna fight for one for us. Do you hear me? I want you to fight too. I...need you to fight too."

Her voice cracks on her last words until she feels two hands grabbing hers. Sam's eyes move over her and it's like she's falling in love with her girlfriend all over again. "Hey. I never said I was giving up."

Y/n stops in her tracks, taking a deep breath and nodding in agreement. "You didn't..."

Sam shakes her head, a smile slowly crawling onto her lips. She leans in to kiss Y/n again, head back against hers. "I didn't."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: Listened to Fiona Apple and Cowboy Carter high while I wrote this. 10/10 would recommend.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Bad For Me. —

Jordan Li x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst (questionable, not there)/fluff/SMUT.

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

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She forces her way through the crowds, feeling herself bump into more than one frat boy being obnoxious on the dance floor, when she's finally pushed her way from everyone, her eyes darting around to the bar's seating area, not too many were there on account of the drinks keeping them busied.

She sighs until her attention is taken by a friend waving her over. Fixing the cowboy hat on her head, she makes her way over to them, a gentle smile on her face taking one of the seats next to Emma.

She doesn't notice them at first until she looks up and her smile immediately drops when they wink at her.

"Y/n? Earth to Y/n?" Marie snaps in front of her taking her attention away from the supe.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"I'm here, ma. I was...distracted. Far too many frat boys in that crowd."

"You didn't see anything you liked out there?" Emma asked, draping her arm around Y/n and passing her a shot.

Y/n smirks, downing her shot, head leaned against Emma's when she speaks, her eyes close for a second, meeting Emma's the moment they open again, shaking her head, "Nah, sweetheart. Ain't nothing for me on that floor, you know me."

"I do. You're very picky."

"I like it that way."

As she talks, a pair of eyes track her every movement like a hawk's, eyes barely leaving her to scope out the scene, when they do look away, it's like something pulls them right back to her, which was the wildest thing to them in all honesty. They'd disliked the supe the moment they first met. There was something about her that just pissed them off.

"You been awfully quiet, Jor." Cate speaks up, leaning forward to observe their every move. "Shifty eyes too. What's up?"

"I just need a shot. That reason enough?"

"I'll take it. For now."

Jordan's eyes roll, and now they're really trying their hardest not to look over at the witch, she had psychic abilities, they were sure she'd had them pinned the moment they talked, and if she did, she didn't let it on, looking at them curiously for a fraction of a moment that felt like hours in Jordan's eyes, every time her eyes met them it felt like she could see through to their soul, rip them open and dissect every flaw.

"I could...go get us some?" She offers, moving from her spot leaned on Emma, legs crossed one over the other. Cate's eyes break from Jordan knowingly, but no one really says a word, what's understood, after all...

"You stare any harder your eyes will pop out of your skull, kid." Cate pats the poor thing on the shoulder, grin stretching cheek to cheek.

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Jordan despises you, they despise your very existence, the way your platinum blonde curls frame your face, making your dark brown skin pop out in a way that could distract God from his toughest battles, your lips full and always glossed, black lipliner a staple combo for you, they'd noticed. They'd noticed a lot about you and that's what they hated. You were insufferable in a way that left their mouth watering for more.

A puzzle they were determined to solve.

When you had come back with the shots, they weren't surprised that you caught somebody's eyes. That's another thing they hated about you, they hated that anybody else could look at you and notice the beauty they'd been trying their damndest not to notice.

When you were about to sit down again, some jock who Jordan noticed had been eyeing you for quite some time, and Jordan wasn't exactly happy about it.

It happened so quick, everyone and no one was surprised when it did.

"I was wondering, if you, pretty thing would like to dance with little ole me?" He had the most infuriating southern accent possible and Jordan's jaw set immediately upon hearing it, stood up before you could utter an sentence in response, their form towering over you now as they look up at the douchebag, blonde with blue eyes and overwhelming steroids abuse.

"Move along, alright?" Jordan has a grin of all things on their face, like this was merely entertainment to them, their arms casually draping across your shoulder as if it was meant to be there.

"I was talking to the lady, Li."

"Yeah? You're talking to me now, Jeremy. You okay with that?"

Throughout this all, Y/n hadn't really uttered word, in complete shock that this was happening, I mean this was the same person that had just called you a nuisance a day prior.

"Man, I don't want a problem."

"So don't make one." Jordan's gaze burns into his soul, jaw clenched and eyes darker than they'd been before, they smile, eyes narrowing further.

Jeremy scoffs, turning to walk back off with his friends.

You just look up at Jordan in disbelief, mouth opened slightly.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After that night Jordan was strangely quiet, you hadn't heard a peep out of them since then, no smartass remark, insult, it was complete silence. Though they lingered. Loomed.

It wasn't until you were pulled into an empty classroom, their scent taking up residence in your every sense, it's hard to pin what it reminds you of but you know what it feels like, and it's the most cliche thought you've ever had.

They just stared at you for a moment like they're trying to get a read on you, size you up, you feel exposed, naked as the day you were born despite the sweater she wore.

"You...You make me so unbelievably angry."

"I do? That's what this is? Anger?" You cock your head to the side, a smile threatening to appear on your lips, eyes so deep they drown in them. Jordan hisses, bringing you closer to them, their breath tickling your skin.

"Yeah that's what that is. Anger. We need to talk."

"I agree. Let's."

Jordan hoists you up onto the table, staring you down like it was their job to, before they speak, you beat them to the punch. "That was wild...What you did last weekend at the bar. For you especially. Wanna address it?"

"What? I didn't want him anywhere near you. So?"

"Since when did I become your problem?" You ask, your hands in your lap almost protectively like you were skeptical of how the situation would go, they could pratically smell the nerves on you, and it made them all the more...needy. Like you were the sundae to satiate their sweet tooth, before they knew it, their arm was snaking around your waist tugging you closer to them.

"You became my problem the second you got here, and I can't seem to get rid of you. I don't know what you're doing to me, darlin' but I..."

"You what?"

Their forehead presses against yours, holding you even tighter against them like you'd crumble if they were to let you go, something so fragile that only they could protect it. That's what you were to them. "I need you. Horribly. And it fucking sucks to have to admit it but there's...there's something about your freshie. Something that latches onto me and doesn't let go. Can't you feel it?"

"I always have." You respond coolly, your hand wrapping around their bicep, and it's absolutely far too late to turn back now nor do either of you want to. Neither of you want to ruin this.

"Then the jokes on me, huh Pretty girl?" They chuckle, pushing your legs apart to stand between them, they trap you between their arms their face unbelievably close to yours, "How could I not understand just how badly I needed you, sweetheart? You're something worse than a drug and I think we need to leave before I tear you apart right here right now." Their voice is deep in your ears, something that vibrates within you like a freight train.

There was nothing in their tone to suggest that they weren't completely serious in their quest to drag you off, you could see their self control dwindling before your very eyes and you knew that if it weren't soon, you'd be bent over a desk in some room a poor janitor would have to clean up later.

It's silent for a breath, but their hold on you only grows tighter, possessive like they were afraid of you vanishing.

Their breath kisses your skin, words a soft promise of their undoing.

"My place."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

It wasn't my fault, I don't know when the lines had become so muddied but having her by my side just felt insanely right to me, her perfume blanketing over me and imbedding every fucking detail of the witch into my psyche so deep I can never seem to get rid of it, and as she sat beside me singing her heart out to the radio, it furthers my obsession, she, my vice, and the neverending subject of my every thought.

She says something but I don't quite hear it, her scent drowns it all out, euphoria washes over me, and I can hear her rambling on about everything and nothing like she's already so comfortable in my presence.

My hand rests on her thigh, and I tune back in just enough to hear her ask me with a knowing smirk on her face like she could see right through me and then some, and I wouldn't be shocked if she could. That was the thing about her, she was always one step ahead and that's what pulled me to her.

"You weren't listening to a damn thing I said were you, Li?" She asked, leaning forward to look at me better, observing me so intensely I could feel myself growing an unbelievably deep shade of red that kinda irritated me. Maybe that's why I disliked her so much at first. She was the first person here to make me feel things I didn't wanna allow myself to ever feel, especially not with the path my life was headed.

It was her that made me wanna break all my rules, and I've always been a control freak. It was annoying to feel her pushing so hard at walls I thought I'd built so indestructibly. -- Now here she was looking at me with that damned smile of hers, staring through me and making me question everything I've ever known.

"I- Yeah, Um nah. I was a little distracted, I admit." I chuckle too nervously for my own liking, one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing the pretty thing's thigh; I always get a hit when she looks at me like I hold the world in the palm of my hands, and I can just feel my throat squeezing shut, my self control something so fragile when I'm near her.

"I see. What's on your mind?"

She asked me what was on my mind, I think that's when it snapped. I knew about this little hideaway, a spot away from the lights and the threat of being seen, and before I even realized it that's where we were, a shaded space away from everything with the woman I'd been fantasizing about for way too damned long for my liking, she was gonna be the fucking death of me if I didn't fix this.

"Cute. You know what's on my mind. Get your ass over here."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

She was in their lap within a breath or two, the car wasn't particularly spacious but it was enough for the two of them, a mess of desire ripping off each other's clothes with intent, it was almost like something necessary needed for them survive, something akin to oxygen itself.

Their hand reaches up to tug her head back, hands entangled in her curls, forcing her to look into their eyes directly.

"Ride me." The statement was so simple, so effortlessly whispered between them and it didn't...it didn't get to hang in the air too long either, unrequited was something this situation knew nothing of.

Her body was pressed so closely against them it was almost suffocating, her forehead against theirs when she was fully on top of them. Her chest heaves, their breathing and the sound of the music the only thing heard in the car, and it seemed they were determined to be the loudest things there.

They let out a sharp hiss when their cock is finally exposed to the air and it takes not even a moment for her cunt, dripping so shamelessly, to hover over their hardened length, leaving a heat so lethal to wash over them.

They grip their hand around her neck, tugging her even closer, eyes searching hers with an intensity so palpable it could be cut with a knife. Their hands roam over her like they'd been itching to explore her for a while now and god had they ever been. They'd been absolutely thirsting for it.

"Safeword. Let me hear it."

"I don't know, fucking lime?"

She and Jordan look at each other silently, the hand on the clock ticking ahead before both burst into laughter, Jordan's hands gripping her hips tightly within their palms, the way they look at each other intense, heated, and filled with mutual affection for the other party. "Lime? Fucking lime?"

"You asked for a safeword, I panicked!"

"Yeah?" Their finger trails down her neckline, eyes locking on hers, hands moving her hips in time with their thrusts, a low groan tumbling out of their lips, fingers digging into her asscheeks, pulling as close as they could get her. Closer, if possible.

The way her words die out on her lips, their free hand wrapping around her neck, taking in Y/n's scent, they get closer.

"God you're so fucking cute. Look at that, you're speechless for once in your life. No talking back right now, sweetheart?"

"You...I want you to kiss my ass." She responds, but her voice is weakened, an air of vulnerability washing over her. Jordan catches onto it without much effort on their part, one look at the poor thing and it was clear she was nothing more than putty in their hands. Melting right between their fingers.

"You and I both know you can do better than that. You have done better than that...Where's that spark now, doll?"

Their hand reaches down to pinch her clit between their fingers, breath ghosting over their lips, a shit-eating mischievous-looking smirk on their face, they can practically feel her ending begin.

"Speak up, baby. Be loud for me."

Their hips angle for her g-spot, and with a particularly hard push, they feel her clench around them, cock twitching sensitively when she grips them like a vice and she obliges their requests, singing a pretty little song, all for their utter euphoria.

The way her face twists up, eyebrows knitting, and eyes squeezed tight, lips parted to let a scream out, one so desperately needy it sends them over the edge immediately, their seed spilling into the witch and arms grabbing her tighter without any intent to let go.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

They had to spar the day after, the little witch could feel her limbs aching with every step she'd taken and unfortunately it was only going to get worse; She could see Jordan looking at her with a determination so familiar in their gaze that it made her shiver. She knew she wasn't safe despite what had happened last night.

"Seriously?" She glances at them, narrowing her eyes their way.

"You're not safe because you're sexy, get your ass up."

Y/n silently nods to herself, standing up to get herself prepared, sighing airily, that familiar confident grin shows up on her face. "Fine. Let me beat your ass and shut you the fuck up."

"That shouldn't be so... C'mon, let's go. You're going down, freshie."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: happy 21st birthday to me bitchhhh!!!!!!!!!!! here's my lil late lil birthday fic I guess <33.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Confessions Of Sin. —

Selina Kyle x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: (sprinkle of) angst/fluff/SMUT.

warnings: vampire!selina, hybrid!y/n (wolf/witch), g!p (selina), degradation, stalking, slight dub-con, mating, sadism, masochism, mommy kink, slight!puppy play, intercourse, slight fingering.

synopsis: she’s been watching you.

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I'd been running from fate my entire life, I didn't believe in it, thought I was destined to trek through life alone, I thrived better in the solitude, that is, until I saw her face.

Been here over a thousand years and nothing quite captivated me like she did, she was the embodiment of everything I was opposite to, she was sweeter than the sour I was accustomed to, that I so admired because within my life, I could never be described as...sweet.

But her? She gave me a damn toothache, and it was worth the cavities. I admit, it turned into a bit of an obsession, an understatement I'm sure the readers will realize soon enough.

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I liked crimson. Red. Blood. I've never been one for sweets, I enjoyed the finer delicacies the humans found disgust in as they continued eating their rare bloody raw steaks without thinking twice, a nice glass of blood could do a body good, but I get it, I do.

I liked my blood like I liked my wine, dry, bitter, it was true but again, you'll find that I changed my tune.

Y/n Y/ln is sweet, made of sugar, spice, and all things nice so to say, with her body wrapped in visions of pink and hues of deep purple, jet black curls framing a deep brown complexion. When she spoke, I swore I could hear birds singing to her pretty little tune, but love is blind, and I was too.

I saw innocence in her eyes, she couldn't have been more out of place in a city like Gotham, with evil lurking throughout every corner, maybe I felt it my responsibility to protect her. That's a nice excuse, right?

The truth was far more sinister, though I guess it's somewhat true, her blood while enticing belongs solely to me and I needed the filth in this dreaded town to know it, so maybe I told a few more lies but you would too to protect what's yours.

And she...was mine.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She worked in downtown Gotham in this slumlord-owned bar, as a barista and despite her sweet exterior I could tell she held her own rather well in a place with gross older gentlemen going from wall to wall, their younger dates passing disgusted glances hoping those pockets went deep and that the discomfort proved worth it.

It was only right that I keep a close eye on her, no? Besides, I needed a job, and Blue Silk had a spot open for a new dancer, it wasn't like I had no experience on the stage; It wasn't all about the pretty-eyed soft-spoken bartender, was it?

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Selina had just gotten off the stage, she was Catwoman to the crowd and Sel to her colleagues, slipping some shorts over her lingerie, she made her way to the floor, eyes searching until she found Y/n standing behind the bar, a smile spread across her face, her lively kind demeanor inviting to the locals that came in regularly as if their lives depended on it. She could see instantly why Y/n was a good fit for the nightclub, that smile could charm a polar bear.

It wasn't until that smile fell that Selina became worried, she sees the woman stiffen when a regular named Lenny walks in, she cocks her head, zoning in on the scene before moving in.

"Hey, Barbara's looking for ya. Said she needs your help".

Selina steps behind the bar, her eyes on the man hard in contrast to the gentleness she displayed when wrapping her arm around her shoulder and pulling her in a little closer, Y/n is more than thankful for the interruption, her smile when she sees Selina is one of utter relief.

"Bet". Is all she says, putting her dish towel down, her gaze never breaking the man's until they leave him and head into the back, her heart thunders through her chest, adrenaline on a 10, Selina hadn't heard everything that was said but she could see the anger and anxiety on her face.

"You okay"? She asked when out of earshot of the floor, letting the other barista know you were taking a moment.

"I'm good, Sel. Got a light"?

"Always".

The air was cold against your skin, light snow was falling over Gotham and neither you nor Selina, in your haste to escape the scene had remembered a coat, grabbing nothing more than a pack of cigarettes.

Y/n was still rattled, but Selina, Selina was thinking about their proximity, watching her blow her smoke out into the air, her eyes remained fixed on the woman's every move, she'd been doing it for so long now it was like muscle memory observing her from head to toe.

"Sel"?

"Yeah, Hun"?

Passing her the cigarette, she lets out a sigh the chill from the air turns her breath into its own cloud of smoke as she turns to face her friend, leaning against the pillars that were just outside the double doors of Blue Silk, "We need to look out for each other. Okay"?

"We will, Honeybun".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

And just like that, Selina was walking her out nightly, sometimes walking her home when she needed to, and within that time she decided, she wanted more than her blood, she'd started this after a whiff of something so tantalizingly sweet, so delectable smelling that it invaded her mind for days on end. God, she needed the poor doe more than anything, and now...She was seeking all of her.

She'd learned so much about the woman she felt she'd known her for years, from something as surface level as her favorite color to the more personal like how she'd ended up in Gotham in the first place — Through an orphanage.

There was more than met the eye to Y/n Y/ln but Selina hadn't found out just how deep the mystery went until the night it all came out in throes.

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Y/n hadn't asked Selina to follow her out in a week due to being out sick, the night she came back the world had become a vibrant place for the vampire again and she wasn't going to waste it, not when she was so close to her end goal, so close she could practically feel the pulse of the woman's veins against her tongue.

She was absolutely drooling for it, as desperate as it sounded to admit it. She was hungry, and the only craving to satiate her appetite rested in the manicured hands of a 5'3 bartender with bright shining e/c eyes that lit up any room she damn walked into.

Selina was at the mercy of Y/n, but in due time she hoped to welcome the opposite.

"Missed ya, Kitty cat".

She was quick to wrap Sel up in her arms, that smile shone brightly up at the Cat, so sickly sweet it made her weak in the knees, why wouldn't she hug her back? Her arms wrapped tightly around her in return and she wasn't shy about nuzzling her cheek up against hers.

"Missed you too, honeybun. Walking homes been so lonely without you, sweetheart".

"We'll fix that. You're gonna kick ass out there, Kit. I missed seeing you in your element".

A smirk threatened to tug at Sel's lips thinking about the younger woman watching her on stage and possibly enjoying it, if that in any way hinted at reciprocation, she'd hold onto hope.

"You're gonna watch me? Be my good luck charm"?

"I don't know what luck I'd bring but I'm for sure gonna watch you, I always do".

When they pull away, Y/n leaves her with the lightest feathering of a kiss on her cheek. Selina feels her fangs threaten to pull, and Jesus is it so dangerous to be so close to her like this. "You always do..."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

It was around time for Y/n and Selina to leave but the bartender hadn't seen a hint of Selina after her last performance that night, even as she looked around for her; It wasn't until she'd gone out for a smoke that she appeared almost out of thin air behind the girl as silent as a mouse, she swiped the cigarette from her hand and slipped it between her own lips that curved into a grin after she exhaled and let the smoke flow freely. "You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you"?

She flinches, the hand that had been on the knife only loosening when she hears the familiarity of Selina's voice, shaking her head, biting back a matching grin at the sudden appearance.

"Maybe. You disappeared, Kit. Where'd ya go? Didn't see ya round after that last performance, you killed it by the way. As I knew you would".

Playfully she punches her shoulder, but the Cat has one thing on her mind and it's pumping through her veins like lava, she licks her lips and throws down the cigarette, stomping on it with her boot, "Fancy a ride home? I had a few loose ends to tie up".

"Mm, a ride"?

Selina holds out her hand, grin broadening when Y/n easily takes her hand; leading her over to her new wheels, a smooth black motorcycle, she holds up a backup helmet and hands it over to her.

"You ever been on one of these, love"? She asked, watching her struggle with the helmet before coming over to help her out.

"Once or twice, one of the kids I was placed in the orphanage with got his own when he was adopted, he was like a little brother to me so when I was trusted to go out on my own, we'd go out riding".

"Oh yeah? So you know I need you to hold on tight, right? Real tight, don't let go".

She was a breath away now, her breath tickling Y/n's skin as she fastened the helmet to her head, eyes locked to hers while she did it.

"I won't, I promise". Y/n mumbles, slightly blushing and happy the helmet could help hide it, but Selina had always had that allure that took her in and refused to let go, anyone could fall victim to it, man or woman, and Y/n was no exception.

Holding onto her hand gently, Selina aids her on the bike and then situates herself as well, Y/n's arms firmly wrapped around her waist. They set off just as it begins to fade into a starless night, few to no bodies on the streets.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Mystique. She threw wrenches into the lives of many but never did I expect myself to be playing her game, I thought I had everything figured out, she was one of many necks, I'm an expert in my selections, but I missed so much, far too much.

When we got to her house she invited me in under the guise of a drink, but I had planned in advance to talk my way in, the fact that she was so willing to gaze at me all sweetly, so trusting, so naive, it was a rush. Something like a drug.

Her hand tugged at mine, and she smiled all brightly, eyes staring up at me so...enticingly. If I could've kissed her then, I would've but that would've ruined the surprise and we didn't need that, no. For this to work I needed her to trust me...fully.

"Coffee...Or wine"? Her neck craned to the side and my eyes capped it immediately, her throat like a lure and I was the fish that had taken the bait, my mouth went dry; It was then that I realized how close I really was.

We were alone. She was mine.

"Dry"?

"You're in luck, I don't enjoy dry, myself but I do keep it for guests that do".

"Social butterfly".

"You aren't the first to call me". Sending a wink my way, I was in hook line, and sinker, and her every movement sent my body into overdrive, I could feel myself pulsing beneath my jeans.

"It is how you got the necklace, no"? I asked referring to the butterfly pendant around her neck, she'd been wearing since the day we met, I could tell by the way she frequently fiddled with it that it meant a lot to her.

"Keen eye. When I finally got adopted, I was a teen, freshly 13, and a teacher from my school became my own real-life Ms. Honey from Matilda, adopted me after fostering me when I was at my worst; Nickname is from her, necklace is from her. I've been Butterfly to anyone I've ever known".

I chuckled, hanging onto every fucking word she said. Her accent was distinct, Nola dipped heat spoken like honey, I wanted to hear it moaning my name, and it would. In due time.

"Now you are Butterfly to me". I got closer, fingers grasping onto the glass she held, our fingers brushing against one another briefly.

"I've never heard it better".

She would be the death of me, I swore.

Even after our hands stopped touching, I could feel her fingers running down my arm, traveling the length while my lips wrapped around the glass, something out of my wildest fantasies if you asked me; I sat the glass down and within a moment my lips were against hers.

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It was finally time, after the first kiss Selina found herself craving much more than a sample taste, she'd waited so long for this moment and she was prepared to savor it, tugging Y/n to her and pressing her lips to the woman's chest, kissing what revealed skin she could reach, and Y/n didn't resist, not with the way a soft whimper fell from her lips, parted to allow her noises to freely drip shamelessly but a whimper was just the tip of the iceberg, Selina wanted to hear far more.

"This, this is what I've wanted since I met you, at the club".

It had always been entertaining to hear prey speaking of their own crushes on her, how they fantasized, and manifested...With Y/n, however, it meant something different, something special. The woman threw her off of her game, she was so used to being in control but it all came crashing down the moment she'd gotten her hands on the one she was convinced fate wanted her to have.

"You're filled with sugar, ain't ya, Sweet thing? C'mere. On my lap".

Moving to sit on the couch, Selina has Y/n sat in her lap, her back to Sel's front, and her lips quickly find her neck just as they'd found her chest, she's damn near quivering with anticipation when she has the sweet girl in her lap at her very mercy, it all feels like it's fallen into place.

"Let's play a game, yeah? I wanna play a quick game, it's simple".

Y/n trembled underneath Sel's touch, her hands roamed her body eagerly, and her body reacted like it was made solely for the vampire and her alone, her core throbbing with a sick need for Selina to touch her. She gulps. "What's the game"?

Selina laughs, her grin akin to the Cheshire cat when she's met with curiosity instead of reluctance. Her claws gently run over the girl's stomach, goosebumps left in her wake. "It's called two truths and a lie, it's as simple as it sounds, I'm going to tell two truths and one lie. You tell me which one the lie is, okay? ...Little pup"?

Y/n's voice is timid, her eyes following Sel's every touch on her skin trying to keep her composure though it seemed for naught the moment she felt Selina's boner poking into her backside, the thought of it inside of her instead sent unwavering unadulterated arousal washing over her.

"I can".

"Good girl. You're too damned sweet, angel. You know that? Listen carefully, love. 1. I hate sweets. Disdain them even...2. Bloodthirsty creatures? They're not...as mythical as you'd believe they are And 3. I...know you better than you'd like to think, sweet girl".

All of this is said while her hands play with the hem of her shirt, allowing her time to think over all of Sel's questions thoroughly, and immediately her eyebrows furrow in confusion, trying to think through a lust filled lense was already hard enough but Y/n could swear she spotted two lies, one truth.

"I'd say...2 maybe, but 3. Are you sure? I think there's more to me than that, no"?

A chuckle leaves the Cat's lips, she leans her head back and squeezes her just a bit tighter than before. "You might be right, but you are incorrect and misguided in so many ways, may I count them as I undress you"?

Letting out her own laugh, Y/n moves Selina's hands from her waist back to the hem of her shirt, and Selina so happily counts the ways.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Her hands worked your shirt over your head, lace pink bra underneath taking her eyesight happily, smirk on her face she speaks up but her eyes don't leave your chest. "I don't know which will scare you off first but know that this is all I've ever needed, and hear me out before you scream".

Most would've ran from those words alone, but the woman on her lap stayed firmly placed allowing Selina to undress her even while her words became ominous and vague. "We live in a world where superheroes fight villains. Go on then, frighten me".

That was exactly what she meant when she called you trouble, she groans, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, voice raspy when she speaks, "Bloodthirst is all too real, and it's...how we got here today, you see? It ties into my other, pretty little truth, and funnily enough? Also my lie. See...I thought I hated sweets".

"I thought you did too, I don't think I've seen you eat a dessert ever in my time knowing ya".

"You haven't. But you're the reason, the reason I started...craving them. I've been on this earth for over a thousand plus years and nothing has quite lured me in like the scent of your blood, my dear".

It took a minute for her words to register but when they did you almost thought you were hallucinating, it was shocking for all the most insane of reasons, her news.

"I can see you look...disturbed and for all good reasons, I'm sure. I won't confuse you with my vagueness so let's cut it straight, I'm what you humans call...a vampire. I have a bloodlust that I just found cannot be satiated by any other, any other but..."

She pauses to let you answer, humming when you do, "Me"?

"Smart girl. Gotham is filled with monstrosities, I'm sure you're aware, and I, unfortunately, am one of many of the freaks this town has to offer. I've always had a rather strict appetite, but you? You have ruined me".

There was a heat in her voice now, a darkness and danger that settled in the pit of your stomach listening to what no longer sounded like the Selina you knew, and even though you knew you should run, get out. It was like she had you pinned to her lap, under her spellbound with the hypnosis that was her voice; You weren't sure if you could move or if you'd stay compliant even if you wanted to.

"I-I ruined you? How could I eve-" Your words are cut short when her fingers hooked onto your leggings, taking them down with ease whilst whispering sinful truths into her ear.

"I'm hungry and it's all your fault, I haven't looked at another neck in 10 months, sugar and let me tell you...living off blood packs isn't sustainable for a woman like me, and that, I will have to fix and soon. And how, tell me, do you think I should fix it, Y/n"?

Your mind ran, it ran with many things but the first that falls from your lips is fueled by shock, "What do you mean 10 months, Selina"?

From your point-of-view it had only been 3 months since you'd known one another, she'd only been working there for that long so it couldn't have been ten months but the more you ran through it, the more you realized what she'd meant by two truths and a lie, and if she'd been watching you that long, truly...Was all of it true?

"Do you wanna run"?

You'd sat up by now, running over everything in your head repeatedly trying to come to terms with the fact that what seemed to be Satan, herself was in your living room, her fingers running the length of your neck and collarbone watching you put it all together.

Did you wanna run? A normal person would wanna run hell anyone in their right mind would be calling the cops, right now yet you were still there sitting in her lap, watching her hands run over your skin, her fingers now playing with the fabric of your lace pink thong.

"Do you wanna play two truths and a lie, Selina"?

If Sel had a heart it would probably be beating out of its chest right now, how could this innocent, pure little thing be so close to death itself and not completely freak out? "Lay it on me".

Y/n stands up, Selina's eyes following after you when you do, slight surprise on her face as you, instead, take down the pink thong on your own, your eyes dancing with mischief, you speak too calmly for a woman standing in front of the undead who'd apparently been stalking her for longer than they'd even known each other.

"1. I knew that you weren't human...2. I hate all things bitter, sour. And 3. I, myself, ... am not human".

You reveled in the way Selina's eyes widened, how her shock turned into intrigue thinking over your words and making her final decisions before she pulled you in closer by the thighs, her chin resting on your legs, sage green eyes staring up into your e/c ones.

"Tell me a story, mama. I wanna hear it all from those gorgeous lips of yours, and don't leave a thing out, ight"?

Your breath hitches at her words, lips parted but not a peep comes out. 'Adorable', Selina thinks, pulling you back onto her lap and spreading your legs effortlessly, her head dipping down to whisper into your ear. "Ready, set..."

Her fingers move to toy with your clit, a dangerous, sadistic smile spread ear to ear, finally getting what she wanted, and God was it worth the wait. Her cock twitches in her pants, and she's glad she has a semblance of self-control, she just really needs to hear every little thing Y/n says, she finds your words...fascinating. And maybe, maybe she wanted to see your squirming and moaning in her lap, dripping from her fingers dipped into your sweetness all by themselves.

Struggling to get your words out.

"Witches blood. My family's one of the oldes- Selina... I-I'm also half-wolf, I could smell it on you from the moment we met".

"Wolf's blood... and witch? It must be why you smell so damned sweet, a hybrid. I don't know how I didn't peg it sooner". Selina grunts into your ear, her hips involuntarily bucking up against the wolf, now that she knows, she's aware she has something more special than originally thought. she takes a moment to think before dipping her fingers inside your cunt, she knew she couldn't wait too long, she had too much desire building within her own stomach.

"If I were a stronger woman, I'd have you trembling and squirting on my lap before I even thought about fucking you but when it's you..."

Pulling her fingers from your pussy, she puts the fingers in her mouth, fangs popping out when she gets even the slightest taste of your essence on her tongue. "My control— It's evaporated into nothingness so here's what I'm gonna do".

She stands you back up, but this time she follows after you, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway to your own room as well as you yourself could find it.

"I don't want to compel you but I could make it easier on you when I feed. Now is that what you want, Darlin"? When you turn back around, she's lowering her pants, and underwear revealing 7 inches, circumcised and a caramel brown, it's something that leaves Y/n's mouth-watering. She shouldn't want this but she does, and it's intense.

"No".

That was exactly what Selina wanted to hear, she needed to know in her heart of hearts that you wanted this just as much as she did, and even if she had the power to bring you to your knees, herself? She wanted it to be real, fuck this wasn't like her at all but her cock wouldn't let her hold back any longer.

"And you know what that means, princess"? Sitting on the bed, she brings you over to her, stood between her legs, she turns you to face the door, groaning quietly at how beautiful you looked up close and personal, better than any invention of you her fantasies could create. "Spread your legs and talk to me".

You're snapped from autopilot, spreading your legs only to be grabbed swiftly into her lap, and this time she keeps your legs open and breathes into your ear, "I said...talk to me".

Taking her length in her hand, she guides her cock between your slit, collecting your slick and pulling an audible shudder from you as you finally begin to talk, "I-it'll hurt. I know, but I don't...I want it to".

Selina grunts. She grunts, and suddenly her cock is bottomed out and sunk deeply into your cunt, the only things heard are the sounds of the effect she has on you, from the squelching between your thighs when she sinks as deeply as she can to the way you let out the cutest little yelp she'd ever heard, tugging your hair back, she exposes your neck to her.

"It will hurt, but you don't care. You don't even care. Fucking masochist, look at yourself".

Scooting to the end of the bed, a hand firmly around your waist and the other forcing your eyes to the full-length mirror in the corner of your room not allowing you to look away, and the sight is as erotic as Selina made it out to be; You can see her slowly pumping into you, your lips parting to allow soft moans to escape, eyes struggling not to roll back. And when you look up to her, she's already staring back at you, lips curved into a shit-eating grin still leaning down so she could whisper into your ear. "You see that, hun? You're so pretty, baby but my god...You're a damned whore".

Her words though degrading are said with the care you'd provide a wounded animal with, they are meant to lull, to tame, and you were so sick with arousal that you didn't even notice you'd fallen right into her trap; She wasn't about to let you leave.

"You're gonna look at yourself and bounce on my cock, got it"?

Without needing anything more said, you'd been broken out of your stupor and ready to obey her every whim, your hands are braced on the bed in front of you, eyes to the mirror, and back arched; Selina, pressed against the headboard sitting with eyes low and a hand resting on your hips, she watches the first roll with an entranced intrigue, your hair still wove around her fingers, she lets her fangs graze your neck, reveling in the way you slightly flinch but never stop moving.

"Count down from 3..."

Her claw digs into the hip she holds, pricking the skin beneath and drawing your blood with a scent so dizzying she forgets her own words, and with a hiss, she sinks her fangs into your neck.

"T-THREE"! Y/n screams out, pain melding with pleasure, your cunt clenches tightly around her, ensnaring her into a chokehold, the light behind your eyes bright and blinding you feel yourself growing ravenous as the room fills with your collective pleasure and Selina helps you along with the thrusting when she realizes how distracted and clouded you are with her feeding from you.

She doesn't let up, she speeds up her pumps, pulling herself back from your neck, your ass pressed to her pubic bone, she savors the way the blood looks against your complexion, licking you clean, her hands move from your hair and underneath your chin, tilting it up slightly. Raising your leg for better access, she angles her hips deeper inside you, drinking in the way you moan her name. "I knew it, shit, I knew it...so. damn. sweet".

"S-sel, I need a little more, I need—" Your head is on fire, you didn't even notice that it wasn't only the lack of blood clouding your judgment, but something more, Selina's pheromones carried a floral scent to it that sent you into a world of your own, enhanced the already natural chemistry the two of you already had.

"Ah, say please, pretty thing. Mommy can make it all better".

Her voice is like a siren's song, a snake charmer. All you can do is succumb to her efforts, your cunt soaking the bed and in kind, Selina's stomach and thighs, as well as your own; You feel her throb inside of you, swelling at your words. "Please...please mommy".

She couldn't deny that, now could she?

This time, her eyes lock in on her target, the space between your shoulder and the nape of your neck, the final nail in the coffin of your lovestory, then it would all be set in stone. "Mm, since you asked so nicely".

"Cum. for. Mommy".

Selina growls into your ear, pushing herself to the hilt and sinking her fangs into your neck again, this time harder than she had before, on a mission to make you hers for good. Your body quivers in response to her power, moans loud yet strained, she can feel the moment you let go; Your legs wrap around her torso, and your cunt turns into solitary confinement, keeping her in an inescapable hold, hole twitching around her.

She could cum at that alone but it takes a few more rough pumps, her body leaned over yours, she holds her wrist up to your lips and compels you to bite. "It won't hurt me, I promise".

And so you listen, not as though you had much of a choice; It's when the black de-oxygenated liquid spills onto your tongue that she finally climaxes, rope after rope flooding your womb whilst you feed from each other shamelessly, heads filled with only thoughts of sin.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She watches over her sleeping figure, a crimson-splattered soft grin spread across her face, she watches Y/n's mate mark swell and glow as it all settles down, and leans down to whisper in her ear.

"The midnight won't be so bad, not with you here, sweet deer".

All she gets in response is all she needs, Y/n turns in her arms and wraps herself up in Selina's grasp, mumbling incoherently; she presses a kiss to Selina's shoulder.

She falls into a dreamless sleep.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: let's call this your birthday fic, love you more than the moon loves the sun, happy 21st grandpa bear~ <33 @u4iuh

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