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Can I ask for lily x f reader dancing together which turns into a make out session which turns into... You know 😏

And do you think lily is most likely a top or a dom bottom? 🤔

lily frankenstein x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw

a violin screeches a steady paced tune from the crackling gramophone as lily brazenly guides you around in a dance of practised footfalls. the hand on your waist is firm, an anchor guiding you about gracefully as you glide like a kite in her arms. lily’s gaze is piercing as it bores into you, dark undead eyes track your every moment with an intense devotion. her soft breaths puff across your neck every so often, earning subtle twitches and shivers. you soon fall into sync alongside lily, recognising the repetitive tap, tap, tap of your heels hitting the wooden floorboards.

lily’s fingers flex occasionally at your sides, tickling the flesh beneath your dress as she cranes her neck to look down at you. the woman towered over you, making you feel small and insignificant in comparison. lily had recruited you here so you could break past the boundaries of feeling belittled; still, as you dance like a mouse in a cat’s claws in her arms, you couldn’t help but relish in the attention she was pouring you with. you wanted to feel small— her little plaything.

the fellow whores watching in awe simply blend into the background, their faces merging with the endless array of portraits which smother the walls of the hall like a plague of paint.

in that moment, it was just you and lily.

her breaths blowing down your neck, her fingers flexing at your flesh, her eyes boring burns into your own.

her lips pressing to yours.

plump lips press to yours in a searing kiss that sucks any breath from your lungs in an instant. your eyes blow wide in surprise momentarily until lily’s hands crawling up your sides silence you. your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself in the exhilaration of reverent hands snaking up your skin. fingers rippling along, her chest smushing against your own in a pillowy collision of skin. lily soon cups your jaw, delicately digging her fingers into your hair as her kisses intensify.

she starts to groan against you, hips rolling like a boat rowing through a cesspit of unbridled desire. salvia starts to drip down your chin, a delicious mixture of both lily’s and your own.

the fellow whores watch on with bated breath as yours and lily’s own breaths become laboured and heavy, thick with undying wanton. lily suddenly slams you to the wall and the photo frames shudder, threatening to tumble from their positions and land in an unceremonious heap on the floor. but lily doesn’t care. her lack of regard shines through as she forces you harder into the wall, hips still rolling as she sucks and pulls desperately at your lips with gentle nips and relentless lips.

“such soft lips, my sweet thing…” lily pulls back ever so slightly to mutter, her eyes peel open slightly, burning into yours. “let us reside to my quarters, hm?”

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sweat coats the sheets beneath you like a salty ocean, seeping into the fabrics as your nails curl impossibly deep too. your back barely graces the softness, far too arched to smother the sheets with sweat as lily determinedly keeps her face firmly buried between your thighs. her tongue is unyielding against your pulsing core, lapping and sucking like a starved cat.

her dark eyes continue to endlessly stare right through your soul, she watches you as she pleasures you, gorging your every twitch, your every shudder.

her tongue rolls and slides, slick with your dripping juices as it teases you so deliciously. her hands encapsulate your thighs, ensuring they remain apart so she can continue devouring you.

growls rumble up her throat occasionally as she savours your taste, tongue tickling your entrance before edging away— back to your clit which she sucks on feverishly.

you wreathe and whine, hips bucking involuntarily against her face. you feel her lips pulling into a satisfied smirk at your reaction, she dives back in— bullying your twitching folds even further.

her tongue soon steadies into a rhythmic pattern of gliding, back and forth, with the most perfect pressure. her hands crawl up your belly from your thighs, tickling the skin before her fingertips begin to pinch and pull gently at your nipples.

you moan softly, toes curling as your thighs immediately go to squeeze around lily’s head, locking it in a fleshy prison. lily grumbles, displeased as her oxygen is suddenly cut off. not that it mattered to the immortal anyway.

her thumbs glide across your nipples, forefinger occasionally assisting to give a pleasurable pinch as her ruthless attack on your poor pussy relents.

“come for me, darling.” lily purrs, the sound ricocheting against your pulsing flesh— immediately driving you to the point of coming undone on her tongue.

with a pathetic whine, your body releases all over lily’s waiting mouth. you squirt hopelessly, coating her tongue in a sweet stickiness which lily eagerly laps up and swallows down— all while keeping her gaze firmly locked to you as she remains buried in your mound.

she rides you down carefully, her movements morphing into ones that are much more tender and loving, especially compared to her earlier ruthlessness. satisfied that you were all cleaned up, lily lifts her head and moves to lay beside you.

the mattress dips beneath her weight, sticky sheets creasing around her as her hands move to gently trace your jawline.

she stares at you from across the pillow with those arresting eyes. her voice is a hoarse rasp when she finally speaks.

isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: none

a child was the last thing you’d expected.

seven of them?

you could only really blame yourself, though… perhaps enticing that ginger werewolf woman wasn’t your greatest idea. because, now, nine months down the line, you’re practically on the verge of labour stood at some gothic doorstep.

varnished, burgundy paint chips and peels off the large wooden door. the house was huge, made entirely of stone and adorned with intricate, gothic details. it looked straight out of victorian london. you smile faintly, endeared, before looking down at the address scrawled down on a little scrap of paper in your palm.

this was definitely the right place.

so, gladly, you raise your fist and rap it repeatedly on the door. a repetitive thud, thud, thud follows and you patiently wait.

and wait.

until, eventually, a chorus of clicks sounds from the door before it’s jankily jolted open, revealing a somewhat familiar face. you recognised the woman, of course you did, you couldn’t ever forget a face that could fuck you so well.

isadora seems to recognise you too. she freezes to the spot, jaw subtly tensing as her eyes blow slightly wide.

“y/n?…” she breathes your name faintly, eyes squinting. she sniffs intently at the air, wolfish instincts allowing her to instantly put a name to the scent. “oh, y/n, it is y—”

she halts abruptly, choking on her own breath as her wolfy little nose picks up multiple scents. seven more scents. full of dread, her dark eyes drift down and lock onto your evidently rounded stomach. isadora pales, staring solely at your bump. that scent which was currently attacking her nostrils? it smelt dangerously akin to her own scent.

and that’s when it hits her.

“y- you’re not… those aren’t…” she stutters, unable to speak she’s so shocked. “those aren’t mine, are they?”

you give a simple pat to your stomach, shrugging smugly.

isadora’s wolf lets out a long, low whine before she collapses against the doorframe— utterly unconscious.

~ 🌹

(AND THANK YOU AND YOUR WRITINGS FOR GETTING ME INTO THE PITT BECAUSE GAHHH I LOVE IT HAHA)

there's just something so hot about an older woman sneaking over to mess around with her younger partner....having isadora climb through your window while your mom is only a few doors away, locking your door slowly while isadora gets undressed and babbles about how she couldn't even wait til your mom was asleep like she usually does. turning back around to see her pulling her top off, arms going behind her back to unclip her bra, breasts bouncing out. fucking her on your bed, her face buried in your pillow to hide her whines. panicking when your mom knocks on the door and wiggles the doorknob, isadora who won't let you pull out of her until she cums @___@ back when this first started, she was a scaredy cat and would barely look you in the eye when your mom was around, let alone other adults. if this were the old isadora, she would've jumped through the window and run home half-naked if she heard your mom from behind the door. now she's trapping you with her legs and moaning freely just because she loves the risk.

she starts taking you out in public, not caring about whoever sees her touch you. not even the other mom friends she knows frequent this cafe that she took you to. so what if they see her touch all on you like this? so what if they happen to catch isadora with her tongue shoved down your throat? she doesn't wanna keep you her secret anymore. doesn't wanna touch you and love on you behind closed doors. she wants to take you out and show you off to the world. and if someone she knows does see her with you in public, she doesn't take her hand off you. she doesn't step away to create space with you like she used to.

she'll sneak away with you during parties at your house.....some big function that she's been invited to? you do your rounds of greeting all your family members who drove or flew over, and then you let yourself get dragged to the bathroom to mess around with isadora. you'll spend hours in your room fingering her and eating her out until you emerge from your room looking like you've been mauled. neeed to sneak back out to the party and grab a few snacks for me and isadora because we've been fucking like bunnies and we're hungry....getting cornered by a family member who asks where those marks on your neck came from, returning to isadora and whining about visible hickeys....

it starts off with her just trying to scoot closer to you. she's behind you, hand gripping your waist while she presses her front against your back, trying to get warm and close to you again. but instead of staying still when you're flush against her front, she keeps shifting, keeps pressing herself into you. isadora pushes her hips into your ass, sleepy mind barely registering what she's doing. the hand she has on your waist moves, slipping under your shirt and grasping the middle of your chest as she grinds into your ass, tiny gasps and sighs leaving her lips. her movements are a little sluggish until she wakes up a bit more, and she desperately but gently moves you so you're on your back. she mounts the top of your thigh and ruts against it, her breath fanning against your cheek as needy little whines escape her throat. she sits up a bit more and holds onto your stomach to support herself while her humps you.

you're woken up not by her languid movements and moans, but by her curly hair that's tickling your face. honestly, it's weird. that tickling sensation you're feeling, you can also sort of feel it between your legs, like a pressure. but you open your tired eyes to find isadora on top of you, grinding on your thigh as she touches your body, hands dragging across lazily. you try to open your mouth to say something to her, but you're still so tired, and no sound comes out anyway when you force yourself to speak.

isadora's eyes are closed, so she doesn't notice that you're awake. but if she weren't so lost in the feeling of her clit dragging against your thigh, her werewolf senses would've alerted her to the change in your breathing.

you just watch her for a bit, eyes adjusting to the dark bedroom, making out more of her pretty face. the straps of the nightgown she's in are falling off her shoulders, her breasts nearly spilling out. it makes your breath hitch.

isadora hears it loud and clear. she opens her eyes, looking down at you with slight embarrassment but also a twinge of desire. "did i wake you? i'm sorry."

she makes no attempt to stop her movements, despite being apologetic.

you shake your head no, even though she technically did wake you. it doesn't matter anyway. this is the best way to be woken up. placing your hands on her waist, you guide her on your thigh.

"you're so wet." you mumble. "can feel you through your panties."

isadora's hum is whiny. she squeezes her knees around your thigh as she drags her pussy along it, getting desperate and gently bouncing for more friction. she removes one of your hands from her waist and shoves it between her legs, slipping your fingers into her soaked panties. you sit back and curl your fingers while she sits on them, sinking down with a long sigh. she's so fucking wet. she's gonna be dripping down your arm by the time she cums.

whiny and needy isadora who bounces on your fingers....thinking about her trying to wake you up more by nibbling on your neck and scratching you with her claws because your movements are weak >__< and ur trying to ignore the cramp in your wrist from the uncomfortable position so you can finger her, but she's being so sporadic and wild bouncing on your lap that she's basically just using you at this point.

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isadora x spidey!reader 😝😝

something about spider!reader swinging back to their dorm after patrolling the streets and then seeing miss capri's light on (it's almost embarrassing that you know exactly which window is hers even when her light isn't on). spider!reader creeping nearby, hiding in some tree while watching isadora walk around her dorm in her flowy nightgown. big, dorky smile underneath your mask as you watch her ruffle her hair and stretch, heart pounding in your chest and ears while you watch her slip into bed. the smile being wiped off your face when isadora removes her nightgown and gets on all fours on her bed, her hand creeping between her thighs. spider!reader moving like a pervert and swinging closer to get a better view of miss capri touching herself 😵‍💫 stealthily climbing up her window, face pressed into the glass as you watch her fingers sink into her pussy. isadora, who has known that you've been watching for a while thanks to her enhanced hearing, shakes her ass for you while she fingers herself. she knows your heartbeat, knows it's not just some creep looking through her window. why not give ol' spidey a show after keeping the town safe?

or spider!reader who's dating isadora coming back home to the best view ever :3 being all tired and bruised after a fight, wanting nothing more than to come home to your wife and sleep. swinging back to where the professors reside, nearly crashing through the window when you see isadora riding her fingers in bed.

isadora patching spider!reader up after coming back from a nasty fight. being so gentle with you, forcing you to rest and even hiding your suit so you don't go out and get even more hurt.

isadora covering for you when you have to skip the rest of your classes because of spidey duties.

~🌹

she's instructing the class and demonstrating how to play this one melody, one that you've been struggling with, and all you can think about is her fingers moving like that inside of you. doesn't stop your mind from drifting to dirty thoughts because isadora has actually helped you learn this melody at home, where you've taken breaks involving getting bent over the piano. or where she has rewarded you with her fingers when you managed to play it right. the throbbing from between your legs gets worse and makes it hard to pay attention to her lecture. you catch her eyes, and she notices that dumb look on your face. she knows exactly what you're thinking of. she wiggles her fingers, where your eyes drop down to, and she watches you lean in and lick your lips. her werewolf hearing allows her to pick up on the way your heart beats faster and your sudden intake of breath.

she makes sure to lick her fingers when she needs to turn a page for the sheet music :P she won't be able to look at you while paying, but she can most definitely hear you and smell you. the scent of your arousal, of your damp underwear, drives her crazy. her claws will involuntarily pop out while she's slamming her fingers down on keys.

staying behind after class, rolling your eyes and huffing in your seat, pressing your thighs together, while some student chats up a storm with her about homework. you just wanna stomp up there and push them out so isadora can finger you. she'll catch your eye while nodding along to her student's words, smirking with her eyes because it's clear you're restless and just itching to be relieved.

maybe she makes you play that melody you've been struggling with while she fingers you :p maybe she stops moving her fingers if you fuck up, which is quite often because her fingers are working inside of you like magic. she whispers praises into your ear while you play, curls her fingers inside of you, and chuckles deeply when you falter.

or maybe she takes you on her desk, gets on her knees and fingers and licks your pussy while your fingers are tangled in her hair. she turns your legs into jelly, sends you to your next class with a tap on your ass and a kiss on your cheek.

it’s your last class of the day and have date night with isa afterwards. you’re getting turned on just thinking about all the things you and her are going to do each other later. luckily you’re all the way in the back of class so you’re able to get away with things ;)

doing the d!ck in mouth motion to her and isadora completely messing up her words 😭😭 your peers asking if she’s okay and just proceeds with the lecture

unbuttoning your top :pppp isadora ending class early bc she was sooo fed up with your ass

taking full advantage of the fact that your professor is your girlfriend and knowing that you won't get in trouble—or at least in that much trouble—when you goof off and tease the hell out of her in class. the most she'll do is scold you afterward. unless you're intentionally slacking off because you're taking advantage of her being your girlfriend, she doesn't really care what you do. i mean, she does care a little, but it's different when you're teasing her by unbuttoning your shirt vs when you're chatting with your friend for the whole lecture.

you almost wanted to skip her class because you were so excited and knew you wouldn't get jack shit done anyway, but she forced you to go. you should've never told her. should've just said your stomach hurt or something. but then that would potentially fuck with the date you and she planned afterward. so you just went. you tried to get stuff done, tried to focus on finishing up some work and playing a bit of piano for an upcoming performance. but whenever isadora would come up and ask you how you're doing, all you could think about was the image of her in bed, fucked dumb and moaning out your name. you'd drown out her voice during the lecture and think about what could happen after the date tonight. images of her sucking on your strap flashed through your mind and made you squirm excitedly in your chair. you'd keep glancing up at the clock, anxiety filling your gut as the end of the class got closer and closer.

isadora, at some point, is able to smell your excitement. she'd glance up at you, staring blankly at her legs, and would be able to make out the smell of your arousal in the air. it would make her feel crazy. she wasn't able to focus on her lecture when you'd uncross your legs, your scent wafting into her nostrils, making her fumble over her words.

eventually you gave up trying to do work. you were so horny that it affected your ability to think properly. nothing on this stupid piano sheet was making sense. none of isadora's words were registering in your mind. all you could hear was her moaning in your ear. all you could focus on was the heat coiling in your stomach when you'd imagine making out with her sloppily.

in the middle of her explaining something important, you sat up in your seat and tried to get her eyes on you. didn't take long, she can never stop looking at you in class. her eyes always come back to you. when you made eye contact with her, you put your tongue in your cheek and made the dick sucking motion, making sure to twist your hand and exaggerate your movements. isadora stumbled over her words immediately, face flushing light pink as she tried to find her words again. she was stuttering so bad, it was enough for the rest of the students to wonder if something was wrong with her. she gave them a fake smile and said she was okay, eyes flickering over to you in your seat while she pats herself off. you're grinning at her while you loosen your tie, fingers moving down to unbutton your shirt. she does that nervous flick with her fingers while you do it, and it genuinely surprises you when she suddenly calls out that class is dismissed a whole 20 minutes early.

nobody objects of course. all your peers rush out of the classroom, eager to go home or hang out with their friends. you stay inside, though, sauntering up to isadora, who's giving you a frustrated pout. she scolds you for being a pain in her ass while teaching, eyes going back and forth between your eyes and your exposed chest.

being soo impatient while she cleans up in her class, asking if you can just have dessert on her desk really quick before leaving for the date :3

been thinking about giving ms. capri head under her desk while she grades papers …. aaahsh

if feeling risky, in her office and / or at her home

thinking about ripping her tights apart so you can lick her pussy properly <3 she gasps and whines, has this cute pout on her lips as she tells you those were her favorite tights. you just kiss and nibble on her thigh as you look up at her through your lashes, mumbling that you'll buy her new ones. she tells you that you'd better, and shoves your face in her cunt while she gets on with grading work.

staying behind after class, just finishing up work from your other classes, or just wanting to be with her while you're on your phone....growing bored and a bit horny while watching her grade papers, so you get up and head to her desk, gently moving her chair to the side as you drop to your knees and settle yourself under the desk and between her thighs.

"what are you doing?" isadora's heart jumps to her throat. she glances at the door as you spread her legs apart and kiss her knee. "i'm bored," you shrug, pushing her dress up and tugging her closer to your face. "thought i could make myself busy between your thighs while you finish grading those papers." the grip isadora has on her pen is tight. her eyes float to you, back to her office door, where anyone could waltz in. her breathing starts to get heavy as you place tiny kisses on her bare thighs, dragging your lips across her skin until you reach her pussy. you place a sloppy kiss on top of her panties. her thigh feels so tense around your cheek as you lean on it. "do you want this, ms. capri?" you saying that makes her feel dirty. it feels wrong for you to say it. you're her student. but that doesn't stop her clit from throbbing. "or do you want me to stop?" a low rumble starts in isadora's chest as she watches you pull away. her hand quickly stops you from leaving, and she pushes you back into her cunt, feeling you smile against her panties. "keep doing what you were doing. be a good desk pet," isadora says, voice deep and breathless. once she feels you resume your kisses to her pussy and clit, her hand loosens its grip on your head. shakily, she raises her hand back to her desk, placing it on top of her papers.

giving her lazy head in her dorm while she looks through papers <3 she's got her leg thrown over your shoulder, and she's barely paying attention to you, but it doesn't really matter. you're between her thighs, completely focused on making her cum on your tongue.

Your heart rate spikes when you turn the corner and see her orange hair blowing in the wind. She's got her lips wrapped around a cigarette, and when she turns her head towards you, her eyes widen.

"Shit, you scared me," Isadora mumbles, cigarette still in her mouth. She inhales while looking into your eyes, and she exhales the smoke out of her nostrils.

It's something you find extremely attractive.

"Sorry," you apologize, sticking your hand in your back pocket to fish for your pack of cigarettes. You hit the bottom of the box before taking one out and wrapping your lips around it. Putting it back in your pocket, you fish around in your jacket pocket for your lighter. But it's not there. Shit. Must've left it back at your desk. You look at Isadora and say, "Can I use your lighter?"

"Just use my cigarette," she says, voice light and sweet. She leans in, waiting for you to press your cigarette into her lit one.

You glance down at her lips as you move your head forward, and you feel your body melt when her hand cups your cheek. It's intimate. Feels so erotic as her cigarette rubs against your cigarette. After it's lit, Isadora pulls back with a little smile. You stare at her dumbly, feeling heavily affected by what just happened.

"Are you doing anything after work?" you ask, staring off into the distance.

"Depends. Are you doing anything?"

You shake your head while taking a drag of your cigarette.

"What do you have in mind?" Isadora replies, sneaking closer to you.

"My place. Dinner, wine, the rest of the night in bed," you turn your head to look at her, glancing down at her lips again. You have the biggest urge to lean in and kiss them. Like she can read your mind, Isadora licks her plump lips and smiles. It makes your head fuzzy. "Or we can go up to your office before class starts."

Isadora leans into you, grabbing your collar. "Or how about both?"

She flicks her cigarette on the ground and tugs you back into Nevermore, leading you up to her office.

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hope everything's going well slash will go well with your exams!!!

-💐

g!p suzie pickles x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, g!p, drug usage

with a dull thump, both you and suzie shed your thick coats, no longer needing them in protection against the bittercold temperatures now that you were warmly located in the hotel room. a clatter of keys rattles against the wooden countertop as suzie carelessly tosses them there.

both giggling drunkenly, you two flop defeatedly down onto the pristine sheets, crumpling them like paper.

suzie groans beside you, rolling onto her back like a dog bathing in the sunshine. there’s a certain smile across her face, drunken and as if there’s no place where she’d rather be right now. flopped messily aside her drunken best friend in a cheap hotel room somewhere in birmingham. “n/n?” she quips blankly, eyes dazzling as they slowly drift to you.

“suz?” you chirp straight back, lips pulling into a taut grin.

suzie merely smirks, reaching slender fingers into her handbag. she digs about for a bit before withdrawing a small doggy bag.

instantly, you dart upright, eyes trained onto the bag. “suz…” you mumble lowly, the excitement bubbling in your chest, “you didn’t…”

suzie quirks a brow, her beam somehow stretching ridiculously wider. “i did.”

proudly, suzie tears open the bag and despite being drunk, she carefully pours its contents onto the bedside table. a pile of white powder sits upon the wooden table— it was practically calling your name. suzie then rummages about in her handbag again, this time extracting a debit card.

tongue unconsciously poking out, suzie meticulously attempts to straighten the white powder into lines. her fingers work deftly, brow furrowing in concentration until she pulls back with a prideful gleam in her eyes.

“me first!” she jokes playfully, then lunging forward to eagerly snort up a line of coke. a finger pressed to one nostril, suzie noisily inhales with the other. she snorts up the entire line before sharply pulling back, coughing and sputtering messily. she gags exaggeratedly loud to which you lightly slap her and dive in to take your own line.

you, however, are much more tidy than suzie and aren’t reduced to a coughing mess. suzie simply grumbles at that, swatting you over the head playfully.

“oi!” you bark, snapping to face her with a teasing fire flickering wildly in your eyes.

“oi yourself…” suzie chuckles lowly, hands quickly coming to clasp at your hips. she tugs on them forcefully, making you straddle her own. within seconds, your thighs are positioned either side of her hips. suzie wriggles playfully beneath you, jokingly thrusting upwards to which you yelp loudly.

“suz…” you sputter, eyes softening as you gaze down at your best friend since secondary school. the two of you had been with each other through thick and thin— through silly school dramas and serious scandals.

“n/n…” she mutters straight back, lips pulled into a lopsided smirk. she reaches a hand upwards, moving it to lovingly cup your cheek.

you feel your heart rush, but you scold yourself, reprimanding your thudding heart and mentally telling it that you were both just drunk. and high. and married. and that this was silly.

but then a sudden unzipping sound snaps you briskly from your thoughts. you blink and suzie’s splayed out beneath you, fingers struggling at her flyer. your throat dries up instantly, a heat unexpectedly flaring through the entirety of your body.

“suz… suz?” you breathe in disbelief, not quite believing your eyes. was this really happening? or was it just another one of your stupid fantasises again?

“shh…” suzie whispers, raising her hips to slide her jeans off, along with her boxers. you’re surprised at her strength, rising up off the mattress also. but what surprises you the most is suzie’s size.

you knew she had a dick, you’d known since she first told you in sixth form. but you didn’t know it was so fucking thick.

it was regular in length, but its girth was baffling. it pulses eagerly under you, clearly eager to burrow itself inside you. suzie swallows thickly, dark, drunk eyes flicking up to settle on yours.

“n/n, i know… i know we’re drunk, i know we’re high…” she begins, voice teeming with an earnest vulnerability, “and i know we’re married.” she pauses, inhaling quietly, “but… i really want this… i really, really want this, n/n.” another pause. your heartbeat halts with every one. “…do you?”

“yes.” you breathe almost silently.

suzie slams herself inside of you without warning, her dick driving deep. your back instantly arches, a pleasurable wail splitting up your throat. suzie’s pupils blow impossibly wide at your reaction and she eagerly begins jerking her hips up, the alcohol and drugs seemingly taking full control as she thrusts her hips up with wild abandon.

“y/n, y/n… fuck…” she gasps, fingers curling and clawing into your forearms, using them to anchor herself as she thrusts upwards into you.

you can just about manage a mumbling of her name through all your pleasure as you start to bounce up and down on her cock. you lift your hips up before dropping them back down repeatedly, creating a rhythmic wet slapping sound which echoes off the walls.

the lewd sound mingles with your moaning and suzie’s animalistic grunting. her balls slap against your slick thighs, becoming coated in your sticky wetness.

suzie’s hands suddenly snap up to your face, clutching at your cheeks and aggressively pulling you in for a needy, vigorous kiss. her plump lips smother yours, sucking and pulling like a vampire. she groans against them as you pathetically attempt to match her wildly relentless rhythm. though, not to much avail— it was as if suzie had regressed back to an ape with the way she was kissing and fucking you.

though, she then breaks the kiss, burying her face into the crook of her neck where she digs her teeth into your flesh. you cry out loudly, even more so when she then cums inside of you.

her dick throbs, veins bulging as she unloads heavily inside of you. her balls spasm, churning up every last drop and pumping it deep inside your waiting womb.

you gasp and shudder on top of her, thighs quaking as you also come crashing into your anticipated release. your juices squirt out wildly, dripping off the base of suzie’s cock and pooling onto the bedsheets.

suzie grumbles something about having to pay extra for cleaning before slumping against you, utterly spent.

you merely giggle, patting the sleepy woman’s back.

This is where I started crying- when Nya picked Jay up in her arms and carried him away.

I could go on and on about the parallels to Skybound or Nya being so strong that she can carry his dead weight or something about their relationship being super sweet but-

The gentleness, the quietness of that gesture, the blurriness of the scene as she recedes into the background.