Vincent: How's Married Life?

Vincent: how's married life?

Y/N: it's good, but bo got really drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire.

Vincent: WHAT?

Y/N: he said 'good luck tryin' to return me without a receipt!'

Vincent: why am i not surprise..

Hello there, can i ask you to make a Reader x Eric Draven but they have a child ?

Its my first time requesting somenthing heh , sorry if this looks horrible

AN: This is short but sweet, I hope you'll enjoy it :3

You groan quietly as the crying shakes you from your slumber, mind still clinging to the drowsiness of sleep.

Something moves next to you, the mattress dips, and something soft caresses your cheek. You can't stop the pleased hum that leaves your lips at the feeling.

"I'll take care of it.", Eric's voice is quiet and warm against your cheek. His lips caress your skin briefly, before he moves again. Unfortunately, the pleasant warmth behind you leaves with him.

Your eyes closed, you pull the sheets tighter around you and nuzzle your nose in the familiar smell. The crying slowly ebbs away. Low footsteps echo in the hallway.

With a sleepy smile, you blink and open your eyes, observing your lover as he makes his way through the door.

Eric's gaze is focused on his daughter, brown eyes gleaming with adoration as he admires the way her tiny fingers hold onto his big ones. A warm feeling spreads in your chest as you watch him coo at her, lips curved into an angelic smile.

A protective palm shields the back of her skull as he climbs onto the bed, leaning down into the pillows and blankets once more. The warmth returns with him.

Gently, he lays his daughter's head on his chest, securing her with his hand on her back.

"She just felt lonely, I think.", Eric's voice is still hushed as he moves his other fingers to cup your cheek, "You okay?"

You hum a "yes", and lean into his touch, sighing at the warmth of it.

Your daughter's hand finds one of your fingers, and you let her hold onto you, fondly cherishing at the infant's strength. If she was already this strong now, how much stronger would she get when she grew older?

"She's so pretty.", Eric sounds breathless in his admiring, eyebrows raised in what looks like a helpless amount of emotion.

"Comes from your genes.", you chuckle while you watch him, thumb skimming over your child's fingers. They're so tiny, so innocent.

Warm lips meet your cheek again as Eric breathes a "I love you" against your features. You can see him look at you as you turn your head, eyes glossy and thankful, and your heart grows at the sight of your lover.

"I never thought I'd have something like this.", he sounds overwhelmed in his affection, lip trembling as he strokes your child's back, "Thank you."

"I love you, too.", your whisper is just as quiet, and you nuzzle your head into his shoulder as he sighs, contently admiring his little family.

"Queen"

Mafia!Modern!Neteyam Sully x f!Reader (Quaritch's daughter)

a/n: I really wanted it to be good. It's the first and not the last fic of mine with mafia au! Credits to @cafekitsune for dividers/gifs.

Beautiful pic on the right of adult Neteyam belongs to talented cinetrix

@criticallybella here you go sweetheart

Word count: 4k

Summary: life as a daughter of a police officer was never easy, but it seems like you were the target the whole time.

Warnings: dubcon (?), power imbalance, threats (not about death or injury), mentions of stalking, mentions of torture (not about Reader), oral (both receiving) fingering, virginity loss, size difference, tummy bulge, p in v, unprotected, breeding kink, choking

Sevin - pretty (one)

Tanhì - star

Life finally began to treat you well. After you were fired from your previous job because your manager did not know how to keep his hands to himself and the boss didn't believe you, you weren't sure how you would be able to move on, but you did. The job offer that you got was great and people there were really treating you well, unlike in your previous job. The company was rather prestigious, selling mostly sports cars. You had to learn about them before you began to work, but not everything was going smoothly and you actually felt complete. Selling cars maybe wasn't the job of your dreams but it was definitely a good start, and it was paying the bills.

“Miss Quaritch, the boss wants to see you,” Nora, a really nice secretary informed. During the four months that you worked here, Nora proved herself to be kind and helpful. You trusted her fully, that's why you believed when she said that the boss is a very busy man. You haven't seen him before, only his assistants.

“Boss? Did I do something?” For some reason, everyone in the company feared him. It would be quite normal, most employers think that they can gain respect through fear, but in this case, these people were really terrified.

“I don't think so, but you never know. Maybe he saw you and you caught his eye?” Nora moved her eyebrows suggesting something. You shook your head, giggling. Nora has been trying to set you up with someone for a date for weeks now.

“Looking at this company, he's either an old man or an arrogant young bastard,” you were assuming, but it was most likely for the boss to be one of these two. Nora just smiled not wanting to reveal too much.

“Top floor, Y/n” was all that she said. You sighed deeply stepping inside the elevator. You weren't ready to be fired. This job was too good… you began to think of what you could have done wrong. Surely, you made a couple of mistakes in the beginning, but it was normal. You were playing with your fingers nervously, what could he possibly want after four months? Maybe he was so busy he found time just now to meet you? The elevator reached the top floor, and it opened revealing the office. You looked around, everything here was so fancy… You didn't grow up in a rich family, so for you it was new and you were curious.

“Y/n Quaritch, it's good to finally meet you in person,” his voice reached your ears. You looked at him immediately, you knew who he was. You wanted to go back to the elevator but it was blocked… “Sit,” he demands calmly. You didn't want to, but maybe it was just a coincidence? You sat on the luxurious chair, which looked incredibly expensive, and it wasn't even that comfy. The boss got closer to you, he was tall, taller than anyone you have ever met.

“What do you want?” You asked harshly. You didn't want to take part in this game. Neteyam was towering over you, that alien man towered over almost everyone. He was wearing black pants, they were rather tight with an expensive belt and a black turtleneck. His presence was demanding respect, respect that you weren't going to give him so easily. You met him a few times, mostly when your father was trying to arrest him but somehow, it never worked out. Other times you were on the street or he came to your job. Neteyam was smirking, it was his usual smirk that was annoying you so much. He caressed your cheek softly, his fingers decorated with expensive rings. Beneath them he had tattoos. His hand was cold, a contrast to your warm body. You frowned, his touch wasn't welcomed.

“Your virginity… for your father’s debt, little dove,” Neteyam moved his hand away. His eyes scanned your face, taking every little detail of your expression. The way your eyes widened and lips parted slightly, he enjoyed surprising you. It was such a hard thing to do, to surprise Quaritch’s bratty princess, and yet… Neteyam succeeded. You snapped back to reality quickly, you weren't going to let him affect you like that.

“My father doesn't have debts.” Neteyam chuckled, enjoying your resistance. The way you were looking at him angrily, it did nothing but amuse him. A little human like you trying to scare someone powerful like him.

“He does. Every time he fucks with my and my family’s business we lose lots of money… and what is the most precious thing to him?” Neteyam made a dramatic pause. “You, princess. The best revenge would be getting my hands on you.”

“What made you think I would agree?” You stood up. You had enough of your father and the Sully family. You weren't going to be a part of this game. 

“I don't think I gave you a choice, little dove,” he cornered you, your lower back pressed against his desk. “If you don't. I will fire you and make your life a living hell….but if you do let me, then I promise I won't harm you or your family,” that damn smirk. You wanted to rip it off his face. Why has Neteyam always had to win? Why was he always one step ahead?

“I will scream for help,” you warned. It was a huge company with many workers, someone would hear for sure.

“My office is soundproof. I like to keep my things private,” his fingers tracing along your collarbone. Your breath hitched, feeling the weird electricity between your bodies. He was your enemy and he was standing too damn close.

“You wouldn't dare to do something to my father,” you looked up into his eyes. You, ever defiant Y/n intrigued Neteyam Sully himself. Neteyam considered you as a weakness, he never cared about women so much. He had flings for sure, with his looks? But there was something about you… he couldn't put his finger on it. Neteyam leaned closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I can turn him into an angel… cut his chest open and take out the ribs,” Neteyam whispered into your ear, brushing his teeth against the earlobe teasingly. Despite his cruel words, your breath grew heavier, he knew your sensitive spots. You needed to stop, you couldn't yield to that arrogant fucker. You didn't think much, before slapping him. Neteyam leaned back a little, clearly amused by your behavior. He licked his lips and as much as you hated to admit, it was a pretty sight. Neteyam was looking at you for a moment… you were beautiful, he just wished you weren't such a brat, but all humans are… Neteyam massaged his cheek gently. “Ouch,” he pouted. Neteyam was mocking you, your human hand couldn't cause him pain.

“Your family is a bunch of criminals. I won't let you-” Neteyam showed you a tablet, someone was spying on your father, walking behind him without him knowing. 

“Just one call and my man can get rid of him. Are you sure you are in a position to refuse?” Neteyam chuckled, seeing your expression. You didn't know what to do… you loved your father more than life itself.

“I will do it,” it felt bad. You wanted to do it with someone who cared about you, not with some mafia future boss to get rid of imaginary debt. 

“Undress for me, sevin. I want to see the pretty little body of yours,” Neteyam was watching you like a predator when you undressed. You were doing it slowly, your hands were shaking a bit.

“Just one time, right? And then you will leave me and my family alone?” You

“I will treat you like the Queen that you are,” he took a pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Kneel on it, I wouldn't want your knees to get hurt.” You looked down unsure, you didn't know how to Quetouch a man, did he expect you to be good? You felt so… vulnerable. No one has seen you naked before. You got on your knees, looking at him with hatred and fear. Neteyam was amused, he knew he was breaking your pride and he was taking pleasure in it, to see you submitting to him. It was all for something greater.  

“No one will know about this, right?” You bit your bottom lip, taking deep breaths.    

“Of course, no need to get nervous, sevin. I told you that I would treat you like a queen,” he caressed your cheek before unbuckling his belt. His moves were so smooth that he took the belt with one hand. Neteyam put it on the table before taking care of his turtleneck and pants, revealing the gorgeous tattoo on the side of his neck. His body was shaped by the god himself… perfect lines, muscles, the pretty shiny skin. His clothes were made by a tailor, probably he had a private one or maybe two? Neteyam could afford it, and no one was making clothes THAT big. “Do you like what you see?” Neteyam got rid of his boxers and your lips parted. You have never seen something like this. His cock was standing proudly, pressed against his muscled abdomen. It was bigger than anything you have seen before, he was pretty thick, and the veins defined. 

“It's nothing special,” you shrugged, but he could see how your eyes sparkled. Neteyam approached his gaze not leaving you even for a minute. 

“We will see. Wrap your fingers around it, firmly but gently.” You did as he said before slowly stroking him. Neteyam let out a sound of approval. “You won't take all of it tonight, but I'm sure half of it will fit. You are such a brave woman, aren't you? Try sucking on the tip.” You didn't know why you were so nervous, it's not like you wanted to impress him. Maybe a little… your hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock as you began to suck on his tip. The salty taste of precum lingered on your tongue. Neteyam groaned, it was only the tip and yet it felt so good. “Good, learning to handle your duties quickly. Slowly take more of it into your mouth. Stroke what you can't fit.” You focused on the job, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue around the length. Neteyam was letting out little grunts and groans, he didn't expect you to get it so fast. His hands on the back of your head, helping you to move. You were ashamed, you could only fit a half of him and you were already gagging once in a while. “Keep your mouth open for me, alright? Breathe through your nose, I need to fuck this gorgeous bratty lips,” his grip on your hair tightened. You kept your mouth open as he began to thrust in and out, getting slightly deeper than you were taking him before. At first, Neteyam was taking it slowly, but as time passed he became rougher, increasing the pace. You were gagging, your eyes watering, but he liked that sight. He liked that sight of Quaritch’s little princess on her knees, taking his cock. As much as you hated him, it felt good… Neteyam’s cock fucking your mouth felt good. “Good girl, you’re doing such a great job, tanhì. Taking my dick so well, such a pretty girl. You are doing so great, baby. Are you going to make me cum? Yes, you are going to make me cum… and swallow every fucking drop,” he hissed the last part of the sentence. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. Neteyam groaned as his body became stiff, his cum pouring into your mouth. The salty taste on your tongue, there was so much of it… you felt like you were going to drown. You spat his cum out, it was too much. It dripped down your chin, to your breasts. “Come on, didn't your father teach you to swallow? We don't spit, my queen, we swallow,” Neteyam was clearly displeased. “If you weren't a virgin I would fuck you now senseless, so you would beg for me to stop. I'm going to do it anyway but luckily for you, I really need to prepare you for my cock, my queen,” he picked you up easily and laid down on his desk. It was huge, like everything in this office. Neteyam spread your legs, immediately leaning down, you weren't sure what he was going to do.

“What are you going to do-” you gasped, feeling something wet against your slit. Neteyam licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, repeating it multiple times before sucking on your clit.

“Seems like sucking my cock got you a little wet, sevin. Born to be a slut? You seem to like to get your mouth used. Will it be the same with your pussy?” he teased, before sucking on your clit. You were tense, but you couldn't deny the pleasure you were feeling at this moment. The way his tongue was dragging up and down your clit…his finger sliding inside of you. It felt weird and new. You masturbated before but your fingers were no match to his. His fingers were much bigger and longer. “So fucking tight. I can't wait to feel those walls wrapped around my cock, my queen,” Neteyam moans against your clit. As he worked you open enough, he pushed another finger in, filling up you even more. Your hands were pulling on his braids, you couldn't help it. You hated him, you hated the situation you found yourself in, you hated that he degraded you… but you didn't hate the way he was touching you. The tension building up in your stomach, you knew that feeling… but now, it was much stronger. Your spine curving against the desk, it was surprisingly comfortable. “Cum for me, sevin. Cum for me so I can fuck you properly, like the Queen that you are,” his voice was sending vibrations against your clit and you lost it. You closed your eyes, the orgasm was overwhelming, your thighs trembling. You wanted to sit up, but Neteyam stopped you. 

“What is it?” Was he really going to take your virginity? Neteyam placed himself between your thighs, his tip pressed against your entrance, but he didn't move yet.

“Relax, tanhì. I promise to be gentle, alright? You can hold my hand,” the very same hands were killing people every single day. The very same hands tortured many people, but for you, the scary mafia man forced himself to be gentle. You were his weakness, but he wasn't going to admit it yet. You were too prideful, you didn't grab his hand. It's not like you have chosen to fuck him, he was the one who made you agree. “Alright, as you wish, sevin,” Neteyam pushed inside slowly. You whined in pain, that stretch hurt. It felt weird, like an intruder, your fingers immediately intertwined with his, and you focused on the feeling of his rings, playing with them. Neteyam chuckled seeing how quickly you changed your mind. “Such a tight pussy. I knew you would be perfect. Yes… I knew, I fucking knew,” he continued to push inside until he bottomed out. He caressed your hand with his thumb, trying to soothe you as he noticed the tears in your eyes.

“That hurts,” you whisper. Neteyam nods slowly, he knew you being a virgin was making it very different. 

“I know, I know,” he wiped your tears gently, admiring how soft your skin was. “I won't move, alright? I will wait,” he traced his hand down, to your stomach, where the bulge was. Neteyam traced his fingers on the outlines of his cock, it felt quite pleasant.

“Okay, alright,” you were taking deep breaths. Despite him being such an asshole, you were grateful that he didn't rush it. You didn't know how much time passed, he was slowly caressing your body, but you looked into his eyes unsure. “You can move. I think I can handle it,” you bit your lip. Neteyam nodded before moving out of you to push inside again. The pain was still there but you were getting used to it as his moves became rhythmical. Neteyam was watching your expressions all the time. Maybe he was a monster but he would never hurt a woman like that… not you. Neteyam was playing with your sensitive breasts, squeezing and massaging. Soon enough, the pain was turned into pleasure, and the office was filled up with your sweet moans. You couldn't believe how deep he was, you could are almost every single vein of his cock on your stomach. Your fingers gripping the desk desperately. Neteyam was getting rougher, losing himself in the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his monstrous cock. He was sucking and kissing on your neck, leaving marks. You were going to be his.

“Yes, oh fuck. See how good you’re taking me? How your pussy is wrapped around my cock? Can you see me in your stomach? Can you?” Neteyam groans, pounding into you faster. He was like an animal. “I'm going to breed this pretty pussy, make it mine,” his hands moved to your keeps, using them as leverage. 

“F-fuck you, it's the one time. I'm here on accident,” you whimper. The feeling of his cock rearranging your guts was overwhelming. You couldn't help the moans leaving your lips. He was a fucking asshole but his dick was fucking you so good… Neteyam smirked, you were fucked dumb, it was time to te you the truth. Neteyam wrapped his hand around your throat, his tattoos looked so beautiful. You began to wonder about their meaning… but only for a minute, his cock not only knocked out the air out of your lungs, but also, thoughts out of your head.

“You’re here because I made it so, little dove. Wasn't it weird to you? The way you got your job,” Neteyam was moving his cock even faster in and out of you, enjoying every little moan coming out of your lips. The way your walls were squeezing him tightly like you wanted him to remain inside forever. “You are here because I made it so. I saw such a pretty little thing three years ago… I decided to observe it, everywhere…” his grip on your neck tightened. Neteyam chuckled, pushing his cock deeper. “And I decided that I wanted it, so I got my men to bring you here somehow. Offering you a nice job with a nice salary. You were so easy to convince… and I thought that you would be smarter after being such a brat. I couldn't hire you to one of the companies with my family’s name, you would figure it out too soon. Now you’re my private slut, little dove. I wanted you, so I took you. I didn't want someone to take care of you. Those men interested in you? I paid some of them to stop talking to you… others… I had to get rid of them. That's how it works, I have all of the power,” Neteyam grunts, his thrusts becoming rougher. Your head was empty, you couldn't even focus on what he was saying. Neteyam admitted to stalking you and getting rid of potential partners, and you did not even care. All you cared about was his cock inside of you. Your fingers gripping the desk tightly. “My little pretty wife. All mine to use and abuse… and you will love it, won't you? You will be my queen around others… and my little private whore in private. It's what you’re good for, isn't it? Your pussy was always meant to be mine, to be filled up by my cum. Your tight walls perfectly molded to the shape of my cock. The pain was now a forgotten memory, you were melting in his arms. Your body was so hot that you felt like you were burning. His other hand moved to your clit, he knew it was sensitive so he was rubbing against it gently. Your eyes rolled back, body arching, legs trembling. You began to feel the effect of his hand around your neck, but you were also getting closer. “You were meant to be mine, that's why you kept your innocence so long. That worry, your husband is here to claim you, tanhì. Your husband is here to breed you, to pump you full of cum. My little mafia queen,” his balls felt like they were about to explode. Neteyam began to hit your G-spot and you couldn't hold yourself anymore.

“Please, harder. Please, Nete,” you moaned, and he had never heard something so beautiful. You, saying his name like that… if it was someone else, he would have killed them, but you? You had privileges, as his wife… his queen. 

“Do you want me to breed you? Perhaps it would result in a child. Dump my load inside your tight pussy. Is that what Quaritch’s innocent daughter wants? To have the big scary mafia boss fuck her full of his evil seed? Your pussy feels so good around my cock. It begs me to cum inside, I will. I will breed this tight cunt,” Neteyam was close to whimpering. He loosened the grip on your throat, just to let you breathe and talk.

“Yes, please. Pump me full of your cum, please I just want to come. Can I?” Your whimpers were so pleasant… 

“Do it then. Come on my cock, show me just how much you love this. Me fucking you full, stretching you out on this dick,” his expression was smug. He tightened the grip around your neck again. Normally, you would have said something back, but you were falling apart. Your body almost shaking, as you came undone. “Oh, fuck. You clenched so much. I can't hold back anymore, my queen. I'm going to breed you, breed this fucking pretty pussy,” he moans. Neteyam squeezed your neck tightly as he pushed deep inside of you, his balls meeting your asshole as he came inside of you. It was new, like everything you did today… but it was so pleasant and warm. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. Neteyam let go of your neck, leaning down, your foreheads pressed together. You closed your eyes, your body was covered in sweat but you didn't mind it now. You were catching up your breath. Neteyam pulled out and picked you up, he moved you on the huge couch and lay beside you. His cold hand caresses your hair, brushing it off your face. You let yourself catch your breath, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to walk. Your body hurt, and neck? Covered in marks.

“Gods,” you groaned. It was so wrong and you were so… you gave up so easily.

“What is it?“ Neteyam looked at you with curiosity. Now, he let himself to be soft but as soon as you were going to be out of sight, he would go back to his cold demeanor. It's the way of being the boss.

“You called me a queen. A queen of what?” Your eyes were closed. You were exhausted and conflincted. You weren't sure why did you submit so easily, why did you enjoy it? He was a fucking creep and a stalker, not to mention he was in the mafia.

“Because you conquered,” his voice was a little raspy.

“Conquered what?” You opened your eyes, confused. Was he high? It wouldn't surprise you, he had money and contacts.

“My soul. You’re the queen of my soul, I love you,” Neteyam smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Cheesy,” you rolled your eyes. How could someone like that be a mafia boss?

“But you love it,” Neteyam chuckled, massaging your shoulders. You were his, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. “You are mine, sweetheart. I'm never going to let you go. Mine,” his expression became stern once his phone called. It's going to be interesting.

❛ damn, boy ! slow down ! ❜

PUSSYDRUNK THOMAS HEWITT DRABBLE black chubby reader , breeding , overstimulation , size kink , stamina kink , thomas ain't stoppin' for absolutely anybody

imagine crying to thomas that he’s so close to splitting you in half and for him to take it easy because he’s such an enormous stretch for your pink, sloppy cunt to take. he wants to do as you say, but your mewls are so pretty, you feel too good, and he simply wants nothing more than to have one final thrust within you until you've milked his balls completely tired of unloading his cream.

he has you perched on your hands and knees atop his bedsheets, merciless backshots that consisted of your ass bouncing back against his stomach and recoiling in beautiful chocolate ripples each time your pussy swallowed him whole. those large palms had a vice grip on your hips whose lush flesh melted into the curves of his knuckles and bulged through the gaps atween each finger, dominating all of your lower movements. the warmth dripping from his growl ignited a flame upon your sweat-glittered spine, one of his hands then shifting to grope the pudge of your tummy so lovingly firm when he proceeded to quicken the pace. no matter what position you two were bedded in, he couldn't get enough of watching your fupa dance every single moment his fat, mushroomed tip greedily kissed your cervix. out of everything, that sight hustled him to his limit the most.

“mm, fuck!” your lips rolled inside both sets of teeth, gripping the comforter so damn tightly so you didn’t slip off of the mattress with how feverishly he was pounding into you, your lips separating to pant like a bitch in heat. “fuck, fuck, fuck! t-tommy.. baby, please.. wait.. too much!” it wasn’t the first time either of you had cum; he was going onto his sixth round, and you? you lost count of how many times your abused pussy had forcefully pushed his cock out of you in order to release a slutty stream of juice that splattered all over him and wet up his happy trail. clearly, it didn't slow him down one bit, because he’d stuff his dick right back in when you were done being a quivering, sputtering mess.

get ready for a long, long night, mrs. hewitt.

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Watching football with the lads at your house while you're seven months pregnant

You've got your back pressed against your husband's chest on the couch while his palm rests flat on your very swollen belly, mindlessly rubbing random shapes

His lips are pressed against your ear, occasionally asking if you're feeling ok as he slowly trails gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder

You raise your hand, your palm facing him for a high-five every time Man United scores

And your heart flutters with pure love and utter happiness as you share this beautiful moment together

im all giddy and giggly at the thought of simon showing his love for his wife in front of everyone🥹😭💗

being nanami’s baby girl