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[1ovewoo]

Hihi I'd like to request prompt 8 and 11 for Mingi please ^⁠_⁠^. Thank you 💕

tysm for submitting these prompts! sorry for taking so long to post this but i hope u enjoy regardless!

cw/tags: making out, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, bed humping lol

send me a prompt! [closed]

the sound of you and mingi’s lips smacking fills the air as you and him make out on his bed, his large frame hovering over yours and making you feel almost trapped in the best way. 

mingi’s hands glide down your body and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them somewhere behind him.

he sits back on his heels and grips your thighs, “open your legs for me, baby. i wanna see you.”

a blush burns your cheeks as you allow mingi to guide your legs apart, sliding his body down to lay between them and planting wet kisses up the inside of your trembling thighs. 

you run your fingers through his messy blonde and black hair as his lips finally reach where you need him most, his tongue sliding up your core and swirling around your clit expertly, causing you to cry out, tossing your head back.

mingi hums and brings a hand up to slip two fingers inside you, curling them up into your sweet spot as he slurps up the arousal pouring out around his fingers.

after a few minutes, he slips another finger into you as he sucks harshly at your clit and you let out a loud, breathy moan at the intense feeling.

“that noise…keep making it,” mingi groans into your pussy, his hips rutting into the bed beneath him as his hand picks up his pace of fucking into you.

your moans increase in volume as your boyfriend brings you closer to the edge, the bed slightly shaking from the force of his movements, both his fingers inside you and his hips against the mattress.

“coming.. fuck mingi, baby please,” you gasp as you hurtle towards your climax, waves of pleasure washing over you and your vision blacking out for a moment as your jaw hangs open while mingi continues to pound into you, fucking you through your high as he reaches his own, cries spilling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowing.

after, you both lay across the bed, chests heaving as you catch your breath, until mingi climbs up your body and plants a sweet kiss on your lips.

you sigh and relax into him, exchanging sweet nothings against each other’s lips until you jolt, feeling the tip of mingi’s cock sliding through your folds.

“ready for round two?”

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#anon #ask: smut prompts #ask game #mingi smut #song mingi smut #song mingi x reader #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #♡ — dal’s works

[cyncerity]

HAPPY 3 YEARS TO THIS BLOG!! 🎉💕🫶

i’m so happy i’ve been a part of this little community for as long as i have. everyone is super nice and inspiring and unbelievably talented, and im so glad to be posting content with people like y’all.

it’s absurd to think i’ve been doing this for 3 years and that i almost have 800 people here seeing it, but the love and support i’ve received over these years has been incredible. given that this is such a small community and i’ve either spoken with most of you or have at the very least interacted with your content, i feel confident in saying that every single person here is incredible in their own right and truly are the reason i stay here. you guys are genuinely the best, even if i forget to answer your asks or sometimes leave you on read for a while (i do that with everyone i’m so sorry) i mean it when i say that i do consider a good portion of you my friends. even if it’s been a while since we messaged or talked, you’re all awesome. and if i don’t know you personally, please feel free to message me! i love making friends, especially in a community like this that has time and time again proven to have some of the genuinely nicest people on the internet <3

i love writing and drawing and i’m not leaving here for a long while yet. the asks i’ve received saying that i inspired people to write, draw, or post are some of the nicest things i’ve ever received, and i truly mean it from the bottom of my heart when i say that those have changed my life. the self confidence and love for my craft that i’ve gained from being here is immeasurable, and that’s thanks to all of you, whether you’ve been here for years or are new to this blog.

given that this is an anniversary thing, i wanna thank @bittydragon, @baka-monarch, @wendy130, @darkeninganon, and @awesome-slime-lover for introducing me to this community. i was stalking their blogs on google far before i had an account here, and i only made an account so i could send them fanart, so you have them to thank for dragging me here lmao

i also wanna tag @plant-gt-thought-box, @kayla-crazy-stuffs, @blurrybunnie, @apersonstories, @funtimemoth, @mysticalblue09, @corysmiles, @pixy-stix-art, + some others who are not on tumblr anymore for being friends with me and actually being some of the kindest and funniest motherfuckers. Ik i haven’t spoken to some of you in forever, and i hope this isn’t coming off as parasocial, but you guys are awesome and i wish you nothing but the best (and if you wanna message more or get on vc again some time please lmk cause i am a social wuss)

and if i’m gonna list people i might as well tag the people who even if i don’t know as well, are all super talented and leave me marveling at everything they post on here (whether or not you post mcyt g/t anymore, you’re all still incredible creators who make me want to improve my own work): @eyes-eye-eyes (my /p wife <3), @wren-writes68, @jkknight98, @arc852, @brick-a-doodle-do, @oh-i-need-a-name, @quotemenevervore, @melissa-s23, @i-am-beckyu, @random-tinies, @archaxwii, @itty-bitty-rainbow, @goosedawn, @beansthough, @make-a-memory, @aslitheryprinx, @avengerofsquids, @thatoneteadrinker666, @shushiyuii, @x-pair-o-dice-x, @jammanthejam, @trouble-off-grid, @lunar-but-little, @frickfrackiwastakingabath, @chequered-career, @bio-nerds-corner, @dingbatnix, @cottoncandythetrashpanda, @sprite-addicted-artist, @colossal-red, @sheena-yuet, @quackxolotl, @local-squishmallow, @nobodywritingao3, @deity-of-keys, @astraymetronome, @a-xyz-s, and tumblr has now told me that i’ve hit the max of 50 mentions so i will have to reblog this with the rest of you (crazy to think that there’s that many of y’all but i really do want to shout out everyone) (also if you’re one of these blogs that doesn’t post mcyt anymore and don’t want yourself associated with it, just lmk and i will remove your tag from my list, just know that your previous work in this community was admired and appreciated <3)

also can’t forget the anons and the followers that aren’t outwardly a part of this community (don’t have g/t blogs, don’t have mcyt blogs, or just don’t post in general). i’m lucky enough that i’ve never received hate from an anon before, everything you guys have ever sent is so nice and you also have great ideas! I am so sorry if it takes me forever to share those ideas publicly, but know that each of you are appreciated. and for my followers, i truly wouldn’t be anywhere without you guys, so thank you for supporting me <3

anyway, i might be getting over sentimental about all this, but 3 years is a long time, and over that time i’ve grown very attached to this little group of creators and i just wanted to let you know how loved and appreciated you are

💕💖🫶💕✨

#cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #if i SOMEHOW forgot you in the tags please note: #i will be reblogging later with more people #i have a list of people to add to the reblog hsksksksh #if i forget you on THAT it’s most likely not because i don’t know who you are but because i’m dumb 👍 #*and thought i added you #mcyt g/t community

[saradika]

Only if you have time, do you think you'll be able to make more SDV related dividers? I wanna bombard my blog with your graphic talent 😭😭 thank you so much for taking the time to read this post

Ahh hi! Sure! I would love to make some more Stardew dividers, the last ones were so fun! I hope you like these (I included a brewing one for you!) thank you so much for sending this in! 💖

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[the-kr8tor]

Hello again you're probably going to get annoyed with me but I do got another request for you can you please do a Hobie x punk rock star reader

where Hobie finds out that reader is a famous female punk rock star and he just happens to go to one of her concerts and she's on stage performing paparazzi by Kim Dracula 💕😍🥰

Hi hun! Thanks for the request! I'm sorry but I don't know that song I feel so old so I hope you don't mind me not adding it in. Hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Cursing, FLUFF

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Hobie doesn't boast, he definitely doesn't, but he can't help but talk about you to his friend. Hobie finds himself yelling over the concert's speakers announcing a new act on stage.

"I'm telling you, mate" he grabs Ned's arm to get his attention "she's fantastic! We clicked just like that!" Hobie snaps his fingers "we talked about everything, there was never an awkward pause"

Hobie smiles through his praises.

Ned side eyes Hobie, annoyed at hearing the exact same story that Hobie told him mere minutes ago "yeah, you clicked so much, you forgot to ask for her number. You didn't even bother to ask for her name!"

"Yeah, I kinda forgot about that!" Hobie yells through the crowd's screams, he mentally slaps himself for his stupidity.

"Well if it's meant to be, you're bound to see each other again" Ned finally takes his full attention towards the new band, the lights flicker and change colors to match the new song.

Hobie doesn't believe in soulmates, fate or love at first sight, but with you, he's starting to question his beliefs.

A guitar riff sounds aloud throughout the concert hall. Hobie ignores it, his mind still on your last encounter.

"What's up, London!" You scream at your mic, hyping up the crowd. A wave of excited shouts and shrieks reverberate around the place.

Hobie almost breaks his neck with how fast he moved towards the familiar voice.

"Hoooly shiiittt" He shakes Ned's shoulders. "That's her! Bruv, that's her!" Hobie smiles widely, he can't believe it.

"Fuck off, really?" Ned shoves off Hobie "no way, mate, she's bloody famous!"

Hobie doesn't reply, he stood throughout your entire set, eyes glued to your form. Everytime you play your guitar, he watches your fingers expertly play it, he hangs onto every song lyric you sing out.

He barely registers your wink thrown at him on stage. Was that even for him?

You smirk, the tip of your tongue peeks through your teeth, nodding at his direction, you point at him with the head of your cherry red guitar, as you play your guitar solo, head bobbing up and down to the music.

That was definitely for him.

Hobie smiles proudly, while Ned stares at him in disbelief.

After your band's set, you thank the crowd for being such a great audience. Sweat and adrenaline clings to you.

You drop down gracefully from the stage, running towards Hobie's general direction.

He notices this immediately, so he pushes through the crowd to get to the front of the stage. Hobie ignores all the angry stares thrown at him, he dodges an elbow, still pushing through the tightly packed crowd.

You both get to the front at the same time, a huge smile on your lips, Hobie mirrors your expression.

A metal barricade separating you two. The event's security held back the crowd, they try to stop Hobie from getting closer to you but you signal them that he's okay.

"Hey there, stranger" your voice, velvety smooth.

"Found you"

"That you did" you laugh, "you forgot something, the last time we saw each other"

Hobie looks at you curiously "What is it?" He doesn't remember if he left something at the pub where you met.

"My name and number"

"That right?" His grin gets bigger, Hobie flirts back.

"Mmhm, I'll see you backstage, stranger" you leave him speechless.

Maybe Hobie does believe in fate.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

OMGG- OKAY SO- can I request Yan! tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai with a femme fatale type reader??? AAAA!! thank you for your time! <33

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight nsfw

A/N: this is such a badass idea!!! I love this sm. I appreciate the request, especially with Obanai. Our beloved snake boi needs more love 😭💕

Uzui Tengen:

You’re right up his alley. Uzui naturally gravitates toward people in power, especially those who are flirty and flamboyant. Something about your edginess and ‘innocent’ smile makes him attracted; pulling him right in like a trance that gets him going.

It’s likely you both met on back (or good) terms, but since that incident, this flashy man has been following you like a lost dog. His arms are always around your shoulder, kissing and smothering you in love, wanting to make sure everyone knows you two are together. If he needs to, he’ll leave marks on you. Although, he wouldn’t mind if you did the same thing.

You have him whipped around your finger. Whatever you say, he’ll go and do. No matter how weird or interesting the ‘mission’ is. But, Uzui does expect a certain reward after he comes back with whatever you sent him.

He doesn’t appreciate how much attention you get, while he does agree when they call you ‘hot’ and ‘attractive’, as they’re not lying. He just doesn’t like the attention you receive, which leads to you being trapped in the house 24/7.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Likely, the both of you started off on bad terms – Sanemi always thought you were out to get him. But learning that’s your personality, and you treat everyone like this, it causes a possessive and natural jealousy behavior to rock fourth within his obsessive personality.

He’s naturally protective over you, but now learning your flirty behavior? Sanemi is suffocating. He tries to keep you at the house at all times, guilt-tripping and manipulating you to stay aboard with him; making sure you learn that he’s protecting you from evil.

Your charm is really intoxicating for him. Before he knows it, he’s listening to you like a person under hypnosis – but don’t think you can use it all the time.

The confidence you flame off makes him really horny. Not only is the bedroom really fun, but Sanemi enjoys seeing you put people in place – not afraid to state the facts.

Obanai Iguro:

You’re odd. He’ll say that, but Obanai won’t lie that you’re well attractive. Even Kaburamaru noticed something about you, which resembles the relationship.

Whenever you get men's (or women’s!) attention, he gets extremely jealous. He gets really mean (meaner, if that’s even possible), and throws insults at anyone who approaches you. Even worse, he ignores you out of spite.

Obanai most of the time feels like he’s surrounded by a bunch of morons, so having your smartness and intelligence is refreshing and important to him. Not only does he feel his superiority coming forward, but he gets to hit people in the back of the head and make them realize you belong to him.

Part of why he’s drawn to you is your jarring personality. He appreciates you aren’t afraid of saying whatever is on your mind, without a hint of guilt. It’s a bold and a brave trait that he enjoys. Plus, he gets really snickering when you defend him in public.

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[harrysfolklore]

i wonder how swiftie!yn ia feeling with harry’s house 🙈

MY BABY SWIFTIE!YN IS BACK ! i hope you like this 

IF YOU LIKE WHAT I POST PLEASE CONSIDER SUPPORTING ME

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram harry’s house is coming really soon !!!!!!! also stream this love (taylor’s version)

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harryfan1 nice pajamas bestie

↳ yourinstagram thanks your fave got them for me

gemmastyles I miss you

↳ yourinstagram I MISS YOU TOO but you’re busy being the most successful styles

↳ harryfan2 I LOVE THEM

harryfan3 bestie.. there’s going to be a song called daylight on the album 👀

↳ yourinstagram OH I KNOW

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harryupdates "Here we go, my girlfriend has been talking about that nonstop too, you’re reading too much into it” -Harry when Howard mentioned that Taylor Swift has a song named 'Daylight', via the Howard Stern Show.

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harryfan1 I LOVE YN 😭

harryfan2 im crying

harryfan3 this was so funny

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harrystyles Harry’s House. Out now.

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harryfan1 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

harris_reed Congratulations you little genius

annetwist ❤️❤️

yourinstagram i love you so much 🥺🥺🥺💕💕

↳ harryfan2 adorable

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yourinstagram baby YOU are the love of my life 🥹🥹❤️ @harrystyles. harry’s house is out now and we’re emotional

it’s safe to say that harry will be my #1 artist on spotify wrapped this year

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harryfan1 AWW THIS IS CUTE

gemmastyles I love you both

taylorswift You’re still my favorite child 🥲❤️

↳ yourinstagram I LOVE YOU 😭😭💕

harrystyles I’m so happy I finally have the honor to be your #1 artist. And you’re also the love of my life x

↳ harryfan2 this so cute i love them

↳ harryfan3 i wouldn’t get comfortable bc if 1989 tv drops he won’t be #1 anymore

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harryupdates YN is in some pictures from Harry’s House booklet !

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harryfan1 THATS SO ADORABLE

harryfan2 he really loves her so much i’m going to cry

harryfan3 she’s so pretty

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yourinstagram harry’s house weekend photo dump. i love you so much, harry. sometimes i feel like my heart is going to combust of how proud i am of you. you are a light for me and all of us who love you.

FUN IS NOT OVER!! ONO LONDON WE’RE COMING

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harryfan1 this is completely adorable 🥺

harryfan2 your honor shes a softie

taylorswift ❤️❤️❤️

↳ taylorfan1 i wonder what’s her favorite song

harrystyles Awww, you’re cute. I love you too ❤️

↳ harryfan1 HES SOOOO

↳ harryfan2 i love active!harry so much

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harryupdates YN delivering doughnuts to fans waiting in line for One Night Only!

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harryfan1 she’s so cute

harryfan2 it’s so nice that she delivers them herself

harryscinema i was there ! she was so nice and made conversation with everyone, she said her favorite song from the album is daylight !

↳ harryfan3 of course her fave is daylight

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harryupdates “My mom and my sister are here tonight, which makes really awkward to sing about sex and cocaine but i’m trying to play it cool. My girlfriend is also here tonight but i bet she would rather be at a Taylor Swift concert” Harry at #OneNightOnlyLondon

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harryfan1 IM SCREAMING

harryfan2 not him dragging yn

harryfan3 the way anne, gemma and yn interacted the entire concert was adorable

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harrystyles One Night Only. London. May, 2022

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harryfan1 BABYYY

harryfan2 best show ever

yourinstagram my london boyyyyy <3

↳ harryfan3 of course she had to

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[idrellegames]

Wayfarer Dev Log 2023.06.01

Hi friends,

Happy June! There are a number of things that happened in May, so here’s a quick update to catch you up to speed if you missed it.

✦ The Public Build

Patch 2.6. released on May 29. This update requires a full restart of your save files. Playing on saves made before the update will result in errors. You can read the full patch notes here.

✦ The Alpha Build

Episode 3 Part 1 released on May 26. This update adds 370,000 words of new content to the alpha build and is playable through my Patreon. Please keep in mind that this update is incomplete and only covers specific continuity paths coming out of Episode 2. You can read more about the update here.  

Playtester applications are open for another week. Applications close on June 9 and selected playtesters will be contacted via email by June 11.

You must be 18+.

Playtesting is a volunteer position.

You will be credited in-game as a playtester (this is opt-in).

You must have an active Discord account.

All communication with the playtesting team is done through a private playtester Discord server. You must be willing to be active in that part of the server and submit your bug reports through the designated channels. I do not accept playtester bug reports through any other method.

Playtesting is not free access to alpha content. If you are not active and do not contribute to bug reporting, you will be removed from the playtester role.

You must keep the playtester build link and password private. As a playtester, you are trusted not to share the alpha build’s content. Breaching these terms will terminate your role as a playtester and you will be banned from all of Wayfarer’s platforms and social media.

If at any point you are no longer interested or do not have the time to be involved, you can opt out, no questions asked!

You must be available to playtest throughout the summer as I develop the next stage of Episode III.

To apply, see the application link below:

If you’ve enjoyed Wayfarer and would like to support my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons receive access to the alpha build, a private Discord server, exclusive previews, bonus content, side stories, and other benefits.

Wayfarer is a passion project and creating it is a full-time commitment. Any little bit goes a long way to help me bring it to fruition.

If you aren’t in a position to support financially, reblogs, shares, ratings and comments, and spreading the word about the game are much appreciated and do a lot to help me out! 💕

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #dev log #announcements #twine #twine game #indie game #cyoa #interactive fiction #interactive novel

[saradika-graphics]

Hi, J!! I love your work so much— I especially think your text dividers are beautifully done. I’m working on a project, and I read that requests were open— could you do some text dividers that are surf/surfer themed? Maybe some nice tropical colors, pastels, or even some blues? I will leave it completely up to you :)) 🫶🏻

@at-a-rax-ia

hi autumn! I can do that for sure! Here's a couple designs - if the colors are too bright please let me know and I can adjust them! 💖 Thanks for sending this in @at-a-rax-ia!

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Never Too Soon ||

Frank Castle x female reader

A horny drabble instigated by @munsonownsmyass wondering what Frank would be like if he hadn't seen you for a long time and maybe got a bit too excited...

Tags/warnings: pet names, p in v sex (wrap b4 U tap!), breeding kink if you squint, premature (?) ejaculation. M.

It had been almost a month since you had last seen each other in a situation that didn't involve a bunch of angry people and fighting, so when you finally fell into each other's arms in the solace of your apartment there was no holding back, no denying the urgency.

"Frank-" you manage to gasp between his fervent kisses, searing like fire on your lips and skin. "Frankie, I've missed you so damn much!"

His hands are all over you, on your waist, caressing up your sides and over your breasts and squeezing your ass under your skirt as you push him across the room till the back of his legs bump into your sofa. "I know, I know, I'm sorry it's been so long," he grits out as you squeeze the bulge in his jeans, hissing as you slip his belt and fly open and shove your hand down his pants to feel him.

"Baby, babygirl fuck I need you," his voice is tight, and he practically whines with relief as you push him down to sit, sliding your damp panties down your legs and climbing onto his lap.

His groan goes right through you joining with yours when you take him in hand and sink down with an aching slowness onto his gorgeous thick cock, letting him hear how he makes you feel when he's filling you up so perfectly. You'd missed this so much. He'd missed you too from the way he was murmuring torrents of sweet nothings as his teeth nipped at the lobe of your ear.

When you start to rock your hips gently back and forth, riding him, he's already losing his shit. He's breathing fast and shallow and you can feel him twitching and throbbing inside as he holds on to your waist as you move above him.

"You gonna cum already Frankie? Gonna fill me up?" You ask with a smile pressed against his lips, only meaning to tease him a little, but the way he shivers when you do has you thinking he just might.

"Goddamn… oh fuck ohh shiiit-"

He almost whimpers into your skin, you've never heard him this desperate and vocal before. You slow the movement of your hips as he grasps frantically at you, his blown out pupils filling his brown eyes almost entirely black as they flit over your body like he's trying to drink all of you in with them. "Hey, baby shhh s'ok…" You say, raking your fingers through his thick hair trying to calm him just a little.

"S-sweetheart, fuck, my sweet girl- you feel so good… feel too fuckin' good I-"

Frank's fingers tense and tighten on your waist where holds you, harsh stuttered breaths accompanying the frenzied jerk of his hips.

fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck

He slumps back on the couch, head nestled into the crook of your shoulder as he tries to regulate his breathing. Your arms slip around his neck and you kiss his temple and forehead as you feel the wet warmth of his cum leaking out of you as his cock softens.

"...couldn't… aw fuck, I just couldn't hold on baby, I'm sorry-"

"Hey, no. You're not apologising for that! It's fucking hot."

He looks up at you, almost sheepishly. "You serious?"

"Deadly." You assure. "You were barely in me."

He cups your face in his big hands. "S'cos you're too fuckin sexy. I'll make it up to you, I'll make you cum till you cry sweetheart. Just give me a couple minutes?"

You clamber off him and grab his arm, pulling him up and towards your bedroom. "c'mon, you can take your sweet time with me…"

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Lil’ Love {One Shot} *

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Pregnancy Talk, Pregnancy Fic, High Angst, Fluff, Very Mild Implied Smut, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 8.1k

Summary: With Lewis away working and you at home you get the surprise of your life which throws you completely off axis. 

Note: I got a request relating to this topic, so I decided to tackle it and include another idea I had a while ago. Hope you guys enjoy this. 

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****NOT Edited/Proofread****

***Interactive****

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 “Girl you lookin’ thicc as fuck!”

 Your eyes widened at your best friend Majid. He sat on the barstool behind you with his legs crossed and his eyes glued to your body.

 “Rice and peas ain’t miss her!”

 “Rice and peas, jerk chicken, yams, mac and cheese, all-a it!”

 You spun to him and narrowed your eyes. “You tryna say I’m fat!?”

 “If by fat you mean Lewis has been putting in that work, work, work, work, work on that ass plumpin’ it up then yes!”

 You hesitated for a minute then turned back around to the workout mirror you were currently doing squats in front of. The instructor that was mirrored in it had never stopped what they were doing, so you rushed to catch up.

 “It’s not just your ass either. New bra?”

 You stopped again and turned to Majid as you cupped your breasts. “N—no.”

 He stood then and came to you but instead of stopping in front of you he circled you as he examined your figure. You would have cringed if you knew for a fact that you were batting for the same team. There was no part of you he was interested in.

 “I know a thicc bitch when I see one. You were thicc before but now—you’re t--hi--ccc.” He emphasized the “c” in the word so exaggeratedly.  

 Your anxiety picked up then and you almost rolled your eyes. If your fists weren’t balled, you would have. You’d been battling anxiety on and off for the last three years. It had even gotten so bad that you’d religiously been on anti-anxiety meds for the last four years. According to your therapist, it was a process filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures. You remembered a time where it had gotten so bad that you couldn’t do much of anything. Lewis had to be with you damn near 24/7 because your anxiety brought on acute depression. There were times you were having random seizures multiple times a day and considered a danger to yourself.

 Lewis, the amazing partner and boyfriend he was, shut his entire schedule down and became your rock. Remembering the care he took with you then brought tears to your eyes. Fighting them, you cleared your throat.

 “I have been eating good lately,” you said.        

 “If Lewis is home, you’re always eating good. Lucky!”

 You grinned and turned back to the workout. You were determined to finish the last fifteen minutes of it. However, as you continued, your mind kept wandering from the moves of the trainer and back onto the words of your best friend. Had you gotten out of shape? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice a few small changes here or there. Some of your clothes were tighter, you felt more filled out in some places, particularly your breasts, hips and ass and your moods had been shit. Maybe you’d been too indulgent in your meals and too busy to take proper notice.

 This was the busiest time for you at your wellness and holistic center, Breathe. To be truthful it was busy year-round. There was always a rush of customers and members who went in and out and booked appointments for as far in advance as three months. A lot of your friends thought the point of running a wellness center was for the owner to be chill and hippie like because of the nature of the business but that was not the case.

 Don’t get it wrong, you loved your business, loved the roll you played, loved the day-to-day operations and interacting with members and everything that went with it, but your workaholic antics and perfectionist attitude often made it difficult for you. You strove to be on top, and untouchable in the field which meant you spent a lot of time on advancement and creative ventures which ensured you stayed one step ahead of any competitors.

 “Hello, aarth to Y/N!”

 Majid’s snapping brought you out of your stupor. You were squatted and paused. the burn in your thighs suggested you’d been in the position for a long time because you knew your thighs could handle a squat or two thanks to your bedroom antics with Lewis.

 “Where were you?”

 The workout mirror in front of you was at the selection menu waiting for you to choose your next action. Just like that you’d zoned out on the last fifteen minutes of your class. Just like that you’d lost a chunk of time again. This was not the first time, and your absentmindedness was beginning to worry you.

 “You okay?”

 “Yeah, yeah. I just—dazed.”

 “You’ve been dazing a lot. You sure everything is okay?”

 You walked to the kitchen and grabbed the freshly juiced green and fruit juice from a few hours ago and gulped a few mouthfuls down. “I’m fine. Are we still doing that opening at Deco?”

 Majid scrunched his nose. “I think I’ll sit this one out. You know me and Tuesday don’t get along,” he said rolling his eyes.

 You mirrored him and took a few more gulps of juice. “It’s not even her store.”

 “But she’ll be there. You need to put her in place too. I know you see how she looks at your man.”

 Majid was right. Tuesday Antonio was one of those social media fitness girls who liked to post thirst traps every other day and bask in the thirsty comments of celebs, athletes, and rappers. She’s accumulated quite a reputation as a contract girl which meant she entered contract situationships with faves for money, gifts, status and attention. You didn’t knock anyone’s hustle and would never drag a woman for what she chooses to do with her own body and her own time. Pro women all day every day, but her tragic mistake was popping into Lewis’ DMs trying to entice him with spread legs. Actual spread legs. 

 Even though he’d promptly turned her ass down and informed he was in a committed relationship, which she knew, your ass was not in hiding, she still hung around him like a gnat circling over ripened fruit. Majid believed you should step to her and put her in her place, but you believed the opposite. Since it was Lewis who she’d stepped to with the disrespect it was his responsibility to shut shit down in a way that demanded respect for you and your relationship. He’d done that and whenever she was around at places you were together, he made it clear where his loyalties, and love lied.

 “Tell me you don’t want to break that 4th nose job.”

 You snorted, dribbling a little juice out on the counter. “Oh my god, Maj!”

 “What? Everyone knows it. The 2nd job was botched, the third barely fixed it and this 4th, mm-nm honey child. That surgeon must have been drunk that day.”

 As you wiped the counter you couldn’t help but giggle. Majid was petty, shady and rude. You loved it!

 “Fine, I guess I’ll go alone,” you huffed out in an exaggerated tone before you walked off.

 You knew it would be minutes before he was changing his tune.

 Two hours later as the car rolled around to the store, Majid sighed loudly.

 “I swear if she says anything to me, I’m going to embarrass her in front of the cameras.”

 “Calm down Dawna needs this to go smoothly. She’s worked too hard.”

 He sighed again then put on a sweet smile.

 “Good.”

 You got out of the car as a wave of nausea came over you. Pressing your hand to your stomach, you gagged it down.

 “What the hell? What was that?”

 “Nothing. Just—maybe the juice isn’t agreeing with me.”

 Tou swallowed again fighting the ball of vomit that was threatening to spew out. After a few moments, you had it under control and was looping your arm with Majid’s and walking to the store. From the corner of your eye, you saw the paps but ignored them as you stepped inside the bustling store. All at once the scent of sandalwood and rose filled your nostrils. She’d taken your advice on the chosen ambiance of the store, and you were pleased.

 “Aaaah, Y/N!”

 Dawna scurried to you in her chic ensemble then wrapped her arms around you.

 “Dawna, it’s wonderful in here.”

 “Thank you! Thank you so much for coming.”

 “It’s so packed,” Majid said as he double kissed her cheeks.

 “I’ve already cleared production cost with the sales I’ve made. Everything else from three hours ago on is pure profit,” she bragged.

 “That’s great. You put in so much into this venture I’m happy you’re seeing the turnaround.”

 Dawna leaned in then whispered, “The rich overly tan women love them some bougie looking but ecofriendly furniture.”

 The three of you cackled.

 “No Lewis today?”

 “No, he’s still finishing up. His flight isn’t until day after tomorrow.”

 “Happy to have him home?”

 You nodded while trying to keep your excitement at bay, “It’s been a long separation.”

 “I do not know how you do it. I’d be traveling with my man to every race stop, every event, everything.”

 “Absence makes the heart fonder,” you sing-songed.

 “Be that as it may but this coochie nightly makes a heart even fonder.”

 Again, you all laughed. Dawna and Majid were your best friends and throughout your childhood to now you’d always had each other’s backs and you took comfort in knowing you always would. As Dawna returned to her hostess duties you and Majid made the rounds of the store taking in every item. Dawna was right, they were eating up this bougie looking ecofriendly furniture. They didn’t even seem to care about the price.

 Passing by a group of women who raised their champagne glasses at you as you did, you politely smiled and nodded your head. Just behind them you saw a beautiful room that called to you. As you approached you took in each piece, a bed, a dresser, an armoire, adornments and just to the corner you noticed a crib. It all looked so quaint and serene as if Dawna had picked it right out of a Scandinavian home. It was simplistic in an elegant way.

 “Of course, you’d be drawn to this--shabby chic huh.”

 You spun and came face to face with Sade. You could feel the eyes trailing to you within seconds. It wouldn’t be long until the paps drifted over.

 “And of course you’d be drawn to me.”

 Sade giggled and turned back to the designed room. “Tell me something, Y/N, did you come here today to help your pathetic friend out by attaching Lewis’ name to this event?”

 You sighed, “Did you come to this event thinking someone who is attached to me would be here and you would get an opportunity to unsuccessfully throw yourself at him? That’s pathetic.”

 The sneer she gave you told you your words made their mark. Scoffing, you looked back to the designed room and again your eyes went to the crib. A random thought flitted through your head and with it your hand returned to your stomach.

 “You really think you’re the only one, don’t you? You really think someone like him, someone on his level someone as hot as him is only with you? I don’t know which is more stupid, you or--.”

 “Your delusional ass?”

 Majid slid up between the two of you so quickly you almost got motion sickness. You didn’t even notice him. Sade rolled her eyes then crossed her arms.

 “Of course, you’re here too. Riding coattails of fame huh Majid.”

 Majid stepped to her ready to deliver on his previous threat of breaking her 4th nose. You quickly pulled him back then stepped in front of him. It was time to end this once and for all.

 “Look, I get that you think you’re hot shit. I get that you think you’re entitled to every celeb, athlete, and rapper dick in this world. I get that you live fast and don’t care about anyone else as long as you get what you want. Fine. Do you Sade. Here is what is reality though. I am nothing like you, I don’t chase dick, I chase my own money, my own business. I don’t live to put women down because I am jealous of them, I don’t find joy being a cumdump. You do and that’s cool.

 She lurched for you then with her hand raised as if she were going to hit you. In seconds, you caught her hand then pulled her close, gripping the sweet spot of her tricep muscle right below her elbow where the pressure point that you knew would cause the most pain in this situation. Instantly, Sade hissed but it didn’t progress further. She knew that you had her beat.

 “I know you wanted Lewis; I know you thought he’d choose you and leave me in the dust, but it didn’t happen honey. There is no way you can take my man, no way my man would want you, and no way in hell you will ever--.”

 You squeezed the pressure points harder and she whimpered as she scrunched lower dipping lower than your eye level so she had to look up to you. “Ever win here. So here is what will happen, you will give up once and for all, you see him you stay the fuck away, you see me, you leave, you even attempt this shit again and this--.” You squeezed harder and now she was practically kneeling. “This will be the very least of what I’ll do. I know over 50 ways to handle you, don’t make me go to the most lethal. Consider this your final warning.”

 For emphasis, you glared as primitively at her as she was at you then pushed her back before walking off.

 “Hoe!”

 The rest of the afternoon went smoothly after that.

  ~~~~~~~

 -The Next Day-

  “They are having a field day with the pictures babe.”

 “I know. I’m sorry baby.”

 “Sorry? No, you don’t have to apologize. You look badass! Who knew you were paying attention when I was teaching you those Kyusho-Jitsu moves.”

 “I was.”

 “You looked hot doing it in your tiny shorts and heels. Fuck I wish I was home.”

 “Oh yeah? Why do I feel like it’s not because you miss me, but you miss seeing my tiny shorts and heels up close?”

 Lewis chuckled. “I mean I only miss em’ because they’re on you.”

 “Okay smooth talker. One more day. We’ve made it almost 4 months, I think one more day is a piece of cake.”

 “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t miss me at all.”

 You giggled as you rolled around your shared king-sized bed. “Plead the 5th. Guess you’ll have to get your ass back home to find out for certain.”

 The way he looked at you made your heart race and your belly flip. “What are you thinking about right now?”

 “How much I fucking love you. I don’t think you understand. I can’t wait to get home to you.”

 You could have floated into the air right now; his words were that powerful.

 “I love you so much Lewis.”

 “I can’t wait for you to show me, rosebud.”

 Your phone beeped and a reminder for your appointment popped up.

 “Everything okay?”

 “Yeah. A meeting reminder.”

 “I hope you know that when I get home your work schedule and workload will dramatically decrease.”

 You snorted but knew he was going to put his foot down with how much you were working.

 “Laugh if you want but be prepared.”

 “Love you, bye.”

 You quickly ended the call before he fully broke his dominant side out. You knew when that happened, you’d have a harder time getting off the call.

By the time you made it to your physician’s office you’d managed to tackle five of the items on your to do list before Lewis returned and was in the midst of completing the sixth, restocking the groceries. You watched the concierge service workers from the home security feed as they finished the task.

 “Y/N?”

 Nurse Marlene stood beside you with a smile on her face.

 “Hi.”

 “Hi, come on back.”

 You nodded, gathered your things then followed her to the back of the office.

 “How are you?”

 “Eh, all right I guess.”

 “Hm, don’t worry we’ll figure this out,” Marlene assured.

 Biting your bottom lip, you followed her into the exam room then filled her in on the reason for your visit. As you explained the strange things that had been going on for the last few weeks you realized it had been going on for far longer than a few weeks. With each question Marlene asked, and every answer you provided a new piece of the puzzle was revealed.

 When your doctor, Dr Shullah, arrived you went over your concerns again. It didn’t take ger long to suggest an exam and numerous tests. Thirty minutes later, they’d taken more blood than you thought you possesed, every possible scan they liked and even had you complete a few paper assessments. You were losing your mind with the possibilities, and it was wreaking havoc on your anxiety. Seeing how stressed you were, Dr. Shullah decided to put a rush on your blood tests so you could get some answers by day end.

 After finishing your errands and a stop at your spa, you returned home ready for a nice bath and to call it a night. It was a long bath where you got lost in work as always. By the time you realized you’d been in there for more than two hours, the water was past cold. You pushed pause on work to go through your nighttime routine and reheat your takeout for dinner. Just as you were sitting to eat, your phone rang.

 “Hello?”

 “Y/N, hi, it’s Dr. Shullah. Did I catch you at a good time?”

 “Hi Dr. Shullah, yes the time is fine.”

 “Good. All right so I put a rush on everything as you know and I’m happy they were able to get me the results this fast. I think we have some answers for you and hopefully it’ll put you at ease.”

 “Oh great. You sound upbeat so I’m guessing it’s not something serious like disease?”

 “No, no, not a disease and nothing serious. You’re clear there. I ran all the markers and nothing alarming for anything has come up. You’re in wonderful health.”

 Relief flooded you and the tension in your shoulders fell away. Sighing, you allowed your body to relax.

 “So what’s wrong with me?”

 “Nothing. You’re pregnant.”

 Your knees buckled and your legs turned to jelly making you grip the counter in the kitchen. You couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in your ears and your heartbeat.

 “Uh—hello? i—hello? What?”

 “Can you hear me, Y/N?”

 You had to sit. Staggering to the stool, you slipped into it.

 “What did you just say?”

 “You’re pregnant.”

 “What? No. There’s no way. What do you mean? You said it wasn’t serious.”

 “It isn’t something serious as a disease,” Dr. Shullah added.

 “What! It’s a whole human being!” You were on your feet now.

 Your voice was shrill with panic.

 “Calm down, Y/N. Take a few breaths. I find it quite remarkable that you didn’t realize. You’re pretty far along.”

 “What?!”

 Again, your knees gave out and you were right back in the high back stool.

 “Yes. The HCG hormones in your blood is around two hundred thousand international units per liter or IULs. That tells me you’re beginning your second trimester, bringing you to almost 14 weeks.”

 “What? 14 weeks? That’s what?”

 “Let’s say beginning your 4th month.”

 “Four months? I’ve been pregnant for 4 months and I didn’t know?”

 “My sentiments exactly.”

 “I’ve been on birth control. there’s no way. Plus, Lewis hasn’t been around for 4 months. How?”

 “This would have happened sometime in April toward the end maybe the 19th to the 24th,” Dr. Shullah clarified.

 Your brain worked everything back to April. Lewis was in his race schedule, and you’d gone out for a visit. You gasped as memories from your two weekends with him from Australia and then Italy flashed through your mind.

 “Oh my god.”

 You’d freestyled a tour of the outback in Australia and camped overnight and made love under the iridescent star infested sky all night. Then the following weekend he had you sprawled out on display on the deck of one of the luxury yachts he’d rented for you to sail the Mediterranean. Those weekends he’d put it down so good that you extended your visit for a week at first then another because you couldn’t get enough.

 “Are you sure Dr. Shullah?”

 “Positive. Urine might be misleading but blood rarely lies. Congratulations Y/N!”

 “How? I’m on birth control, religiously. You give me the shot every three months. You gave me the last one!”

 “Have you been on any new medication? Some can interfere.”

 “No. Wait the new anxiety meds I started in—early April.”

 “Hmm. Sounds like we have our answer. As I remember, I told you to use a backup for the month until your levels even out,” Dr. Shullah recalled.

 “Oh shit. Oh my god this is my fault. I did this.”

 You could feel your anxiety piquing.

 “Y/N, calm down. Everything is going to be all right. Slow steady breaths.”

 Dr. Shullah talked you through your attack repeating all the calming mantras you’d said yourself on countless occasions. It took a while but after several minutes, you were breathing normally again. Dr. Shullah continued and advised you to stop taking any and all medication you were currently taking until she could assess if they were pregnancy safe.

The remainder of the conversation went by in a blur. After scheduling a follow up for the required exams to play catch up you ended the call and just sat there in complete shock. Long minutes passed and still you remained seated at the kitchen island staring at the marble floor thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

 “Pregnant?”

 You played those weeks over in your head trying to figure out which sexcapade did it. Was it the Australian outback, on the plane going to Italy, the yacht, the vineyard, the tucked away corner of The Colosseum, The secluded late late night gondola ride, against the massive tree by the ancient ruins or one of the countless nights in between. There was no way to say for sure, but your gut said it was the Australian outback. there was something about that night that felt so real, so different.

 “Jeeez. What do I do? Oh god Lewis.”

 Tears burned the back of your eyes as you began to panic again. Of course, you’d talked about kids, of course you’d both spoken about your ideals and expectations there. Nowhere in any of the conversations did either of you say you wanted them soon. The last conversation was about a year ago when you both practically agreed that kids weren’t an option until both of you were more settled. Lewis wanted to be on his way out of racing not recommitting to the sport. He wanted to be able to be there wholeheartedly and feared he wasn’t in the mind frame to be a father especially with how tunnel visioned he could get. You’d agreed wanting to solidify your company and have at least two more locations and more merchandise.

 Right now, was not the time. For the first time your panic immediately ceased as something else gripped you. Fear. It was so overwhelming that you felt as if you were choking on it. Your hand drifted to your stomach as a bout of nausea hit you. You were terrified. What if he was pissed? What if he felt trapped? What if he asked you to get rid of it? So many what if questions zipped through your mind. So many scenarios played at hyper speed and with each what if and each scenario your fear rose to astronomical levels.

 Suddenly, the doorbell rang but you couldn’t move. Your feet were planted where they were as if roots had sprouted from underneath the marble and had wrapped around your ankles. The bell rang a second time but no matter how you tried to move you couldn’t. When the third ring came you managed a step. Urging yourself forward, you took another step, then another and another until you were at your front door. After one more calming breath, you opened the door and nearly passed out.

 “Surprise!”

Lewis stood on the other side holding a large bouquet of flowers and the most beautiful smile. Your heart went into overdrive as it always did when you saw him while your belly did somersaults, another reaction to him.

 “Baby?”

 “I’m home.”

 He stepped closer to you, dipped down then lifted you into his arms locking his hands just under your ass. “I’m home, rosebud,” he finished into the crook of your neck.

 His scent engulfed you making it impossible to think of anything else.

 “Baby!”

 You held him tight as he slowly spun you both in a circle. You pulled back then captured his cheeks between your hands. “What are you doing here? It’s not tomorrow.”

 “I wanted to surprise you and I couldn’t wait another day. I missed you so much.”

 Lewis kicked the door closed then pressed you against the nearest wall. A moan escaped you just as his lips claimed yours. He kissed you like a starving man who needed the sustenance that only your lips could provide. Within seconds, you both had gotten carried away. His hands were cupping your ass as his manhood pressed urgently against your core.

 “Mmm!”

 “Fuck I missed you sweetheart. I forgot what it felt like to have you in my arms.”

 You opened your mouth to respond but Lewis kissed you again stopping any speech. You both moaned, then you felt his hand cup your breast.

 “Christ, you feel better than I remember.”

 His eyes dipped lower to take in the half-dampened charmeuse and lace robe you wore that haphazardly hung off one of your shoulders giving him a titillating peek of the curve and swell of your breast.

 “Fuck, you knew I was coming. You’re ready for me.”

 Your belly flipped again but just when you were going to think it was more than the effect of him, Lewis dipped his head lower and captured your nipple through your robe. Hissing, you jerked quickly getting overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive peak.

 “Fool, you forget we in the car and you got luggage?”

 Your attention snapped to Miles who’d just walked inside the foyer with two hands filled with luggage.

 “Oh my god Miles.”

 Lewis didn’t bother stopping instead his hands squeezed your backside tighter making you buck your hips rubbing your bareness against Lewis. His groan was deep and dark.

 “Lewis.”

 Daniel and Andrew filed in and that was when you really became self-conscious. You unwrapped your legs from around his waist and tried to him from your body. When you finally did, you had a large wet spot over your robe which showcased your hardened nipple for all to see.

 “We’ll get outta here, just wanted to get him home to you,” Andrew said.

 “Thanks fellas,” Lewis said as they did their routine goodbye routine. Your belly flipped again, and you knew for certain it wasn’t Lewis—well not entirely him, it was the tiny version of him inside of you.

 You covered your mouth, trying to keep the vomit in while playing it off, but you couldn’t. You quickly ran from the room and upstairs to your bathroom. Locking the door, you hurtled to the toilet and released the contents of your stomach. As you puked your tears chose that moment to run down your cheeks. This was when it all sank in, this made it real.

 The knock at the door startled you sending you into a panic.

 “Baby? Are you all right? Why’s the door locked?”

 “I—I’m fine,” you lied.

 “Then open the door.”

 “Gimme a minute. I’m being all girly and bawling my eyes out that you’re home. I don’t want you to see it.”

 Lewis snorted. “Girl, don’t play with me. You know I don’t care about that. Open the door, I want to hold you and kiss you, smell your neck.”

 You pushed yourself off the floor and went to the sink to clean yourself up. Staring at yourself you took a few calming breaths. You looked a mess now.

 “Two minutes, then I’m yours.”

 “Promise?”

 “Forever.”

 You washed your face then brushed your teeth and after a little while of psyching yourself up you walked back into your shared bedroom. Lewis was sitting at the edge of the bed, shirt off and obediently waiting for you. As soon as he saw you his smile widened as did his arms. You swallowed the nerves you were still battling then crossed to him. Lewis wrapped you in his arms resting his head right atop your belly. A new wave of fear gripped you.

 “I missed you so much it’s crazy. It’s been so long that you even feel different in my arms.”

 Your body stiffened at those words. Could he tell the changes your body had gone through that you now knew was because of the pregnancy. With his head resting against your stomach, you allowed yourself to think of this event as something real. You were carrying a baby—his baby. Again, tears pricked your eyes. Tipping your head back, you tried to roll them back to keep them in.

 “You’re so quiet. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re disappointed I’m home.”

 Lewis began to move to look up at you, but you held his head against you. “What? No, of course not. I’m—I’m happy you’re here. I missed you.”

 “Plan on showing me?”

 You snorted. “Of course you’re horny.”

 “Can you blame me if I was? It’s been four months and you’re standing here looking gorgeous and all seductive in that robe that hides nothing with all these curves.”

 His hands roamed from your hips down your thighs to cup your backside.

 “Damn baby. You feel so good.”

 He ushered you to sit on his lap where you felt just how horny he truly was. Your belly flipped.

 “Feel that? Seconds, that’s all it took.”

 His lips kissed yours then trailed back along your jaw to your earlobe then down your neck where he licked, kissed and sucked your flesh. A soft moan slipped from you, the evidence your body would always be at his command no matter if your mind was miles away. As he continued to tease your neck, he got harder and harder until you were sure he’d poke a hole through the pants he wore.

 “Fuck.”

 Lewis stood with you in his arms, turned you to the bed and laid you down. He then stood before you, taking in the view.

 “Fuck you’re beautiful. Stay right there, give me 12 minutes for a shower and I’ll come back to finish this.”

 “12 minutes? So oddly specific.”

 “Don’t move.”

 With that he rushed off to the bathroom leaving the door open. You laid there for a few moments loving that the bedroom was filling with his scent again. Nothing compared to the real him there to permeate it. Your hand found its way to your belly and a thought hit you.

 “Will he be able to see it?”

 You sprang up and hurried to your walk-in closet to stand in front of the ceiling to floor mirror. Lifting your shirt you turned in every angle to inspect your midsection. There was no evidence yesterday of anything being off, and tonight was the same. Your stomach showed no sign of pregnancy, but for some reason every alarm in you was saying he’d be able to tell if he got you naked. You made it back to the room then snuggled underneath the blankets. It had been such a long day and right now was when exhaustion reared its head.

 As you went over your worries and fears, weighed your options all wrapped in Lewis’ scent wafting from the bathroom, your eyelids got heavier and heavier. With the sound of rushing water from the bathroom you drifted off.

  ~~~~~~~

 -The Next Day-

You woke to a strange feeling. You weren’t laying on a soft pillow but hard muscle. As your eyes fluttered open, you felt Lewis’ arms wrapped tightly around you making you sigh. You laid back onto his chest and relished the feeling of having him home and this close to you again. With your recent separation due to both of your careers, you often found it hard to still feel connected to him and no amount of wearing his clothes around the house helped. It was a good thing he came home when he did because you were dangerously close to feeling neglected.

 You tucked your nose in the crook of his neck and inhaled. God, he smelled incredible. You wanted to dip under the blankets and suck him dry then ride him into tomorrow’s sunrise. The images that flashed through your mind were so sinful and tempting that you actually made the move to. However, once you moved a strong eave of nausea hit you and you knew if you didn’t get to the bathroom then you’d vomit all over him.

 Scurrying to the toilet, you released it all hoping you didn’t wake Lewis. You didn’t know how to tell him this news, you weren’t brave enough to. Hell, you didn’t even know how to handle this. As you released the contents of your stomach, which was interestingly little to nothing, you convinced yourself that he’d be angry with this change in your relationship. One of the many things you knew about Lewis was he planned everything down to a tee. He liked making plans and following them. He didn’t like things veering astray and he didn’t like mistakes. This pregnancy veered way astray, and it was definitely a mistake.

 By the time you finished, you had to get out of there. Having him so close right now was making this even more terrifying. After cleaning yourself up, you peeped through the door and found Lewis still asleep. You grabbed the clothes he’d worn yesterday and hurried out the door. Once you’d gotten down to the foyer, you put on his clothes, grabbed your bag and keys then bolted out the door.

 Five minutes later, you were zooming down the freeway with no destination in mind. It didn’t matter where you went, you just needed some space and quiet to think. Two hours later, your feet were dangling over cliffs three towns over just staring at the ocean as its tide crashed against the sharp rocks down below. As the waves collided with the rocks, the salty ocean spray floated in the air becoming one with the breeze then coated your skin. The scent somehow soothed the rolling nausea that still hadn’t left you. You’d sat there for hours and still hadn’t gotten the courage to do what needed to be done. Three hours from then, you still hadn’t moved though your ass was practically numb and your belly grumbling, begging for food.

By the time you finally got up the sun was beginning to set over the horizon and tucking itself behind the ocean. The orange, purple and red hue of the sky took your breath away and made you think of sharing the moment with Lewis. He loved sunsets and sunrises. With the view before you, you came to terms with just what you were afraid of. Rejection—his rejection. What if he didn’t want this? You were afraid he’d be angry and want you to terminate. You were afraid this would end your relationship because you didn’t know what you’d do if he really asked you to. You didn’t want him to blame you for it because you already felt guilty as shit. It seemed easier to just ignore things.

 Your hand found its way to your belly again for the umpteenth time since you’d sat there. It hit you then. You wanted this baby; you wanted him to want this baby. You wanted him and everything. You wanted your cake and to eat it too. Perhaps you wanted too much. You released a sorrowful sigh into the air.

 “You can’t stay here forever,” you whispered to yourself.

 Slowly you made your way along the path you’d walked early this morning back to your car still lost in thought. You had to find a way to tell him because he had the right to know. This wasn’t something you could keep from him.

 “Tomorrow,” you said to yourself as you climbed over the chain fencing that separated nature from the concrete of the parking area.

 Suddenly the harsh glare of headlights blinded you. You stopped in your tracks, shielding your face from them. Tires screeched on the asphalt, but the lights remained.

 “Y/N?!”

 Your spine went rigid. It was Lewis’ voice. He was here. Peeking through your fingers you saw a figure approaching you and all the fear you’d felt from the night before returned.

 “Oh my god!”

 You caught a glimpse of Lewis’ face for a moment before he pulled you in crushing you to his body and holding you tightly. He held you as if he were scared you’d disappear.

 “Oh my-- I—thank God.”

 He pulled you back peered into your eyes then checked your face and body.

 “Are you hurt?”

 “What?”

 “Are you okay?”

 “What—what’re you doing here Lewis?”

 “Me? What am I doing here? What are you doing here?!”

 He was shouting now and for the first time since he’d arrived you saw the terror in his eyes and the sheer worry over his features.

 “Uh--.”

 “I woke up and you weren’t there. You were nowhere. No note, nothing. I called and called and no answer. Seven hours Y/N! Seven fucking hours! Do you know how worried I was, how fucking scared I was that something had happened to you? I called everyone; I went everywhere. I even went to the emergency rooms looking for you. What the fuck!”

 You jumped slinking back a few steps from him. His features softened as he stepped to you.

 “Shit, I’m—I’m sorry I just—I’m sorry.”

 He held your arms again then bent forward seemingly trying to catch his breath. After a few deep breathes, he straightened. “I was worried. Then I got to thinking that you’d left me, like for real.”

 “What? Why?”

 “After how weird you were being last night, I don’t know my head went into overdrive.”

 He released you then paced in front of you. “What are you doing here? Why’d you leave? What’s going on? Did you not want me to come back? Is it me? Do you not want to be together anymore?”

 “Lewis, no. Stop. Of course not. I love you. I always want to be with you. I would have never agreed to move in together if I wasn’t sure I was all in.”

 “All in? This! This doesn’t look all in to me Y/N!”

 You nodded understanding his growing frustration.

 “I—I—I’m sorry. I just had to get out. I needed to go, I needed space and to think,” you rambled.

 “Space? From me? What’d I do?”

 He looked so hurt. You stepped to him and grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his. “Nothing. You didn’t do anything.”

 “Then why? What did you need to think about?”

 “Everything.”

 He looked at the end of his rope. Pulling his hand away he laced them on top of his head.

 “Everything? What are you talking about? I don’t understand. Talk to me. Whatever is going on we can work through it together. Whatever it is I’m here.”

 You searched his face and saw no duplicity. He’d always been honest with you. You didn’t know why you expected that to change now. Still, you hesitated. The fear was still too strong. When you didn’t speak you saw his disappointment and it broke your heart.

 “I’m sorry.”

 “You can’t just leave me without saying a word or answering your phone. You can’t do shit like that. You have anxiety, I get anxious too. I don’t know where you are or hear from you, I get anxious. That wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, Y/N.”

 “I know and I’m sorry, really, I am. I didn’t mean to be gone this long. I just needed some air to think.”

 “Think about what? How can I help you if I don’t know what it is I did or what’s wrong between us?”

 “For fuck’s sake Lewis you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re perfect. You are incredible. You are amazing. I’ve never had anyone love me the way you love me, and I’ve never had anyone put me first in everything and I know that’s hard for you because of how you are I get it and it means the world to me. You have no idea how much I love you, no idea how much I need you.”

 “Then why leave?”

 “Because I’m pregnant!”

 You hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop me and the moment you said them you clamped your hands over your mouth. Lewis’ brows burrowed as he took you in.

 “Wh—wh—what?”

 He looked downright terrified now. Your eyes welled with tears and before you could stop them, they were pouring down your cheeks.

 “I’m pregnant,” you whined as you stomped your feet like a child. “And I know it’s not something we planned or something you want and it’s my fault. My anxiety and depression meds messed with my birth control and that one percent chance they talk about happened to me and now I’m pregnant and it wasn’t part of the plan and I know it comes at the worst time and I swear I didn’t plan this. I didn’t try to trap you. I was scared to tell you because I know you don’t want this and I’m afraid you’re going to tell me to get rid of it or break up with me because you think I tried to trap you,” you rambled half crying and half panicking.

 Lewis swiftly stepped forward and pressed his hand to your mouth stopping any further sound.

 “Shh-shh-shh.”

 The words stopped but the sniffling and whimpering didn’t. Your tears continued to roll as he kept his eyes on yours.

 “What did you say?”

 You said it again, but it came out mumbled due to his hand over your mouth.

 “What?”

 You looked at his hand and gave him an exasperated look. Slowly, he took his hand back and stood very still.

 “I’m pregnant.”

 His eyes scanned yours searching for something you weren’t clear of.

 “I’m so--,” you began but again he pressed his hand to your mouth.

 “Are you sure?”

 You nodded. It felt like forever the two of you stood there in the headlights of Lewis’ car staring at each other with the silence stretching around you. As the seconds and minutes ticked by, your nerves increased until you’d begun shaking. In the blink of an eye, Lewis’ lips crashed to yours delving his tongue into your mouth and taking control of a soul searing kiss. You almost got lost in it, in him but pulled back in confusion.

 “What’re you doing?”

 His smile was wide and that silenced you. Lewis cupped your cheeks and laughed.

 “Is this real? You’re for real? You’re really pregnant?”

 “Yes.”

 Lewis pulled you in for a hug then lifted you in the air spinning you both around.

 “Oh my god. What’re—you’re happy?”

 When he placed you back on the ground his smile was wider. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be happy? We’re going to have a baby. You and me,” he said placing his hand on your stomach. You were stunned.

 “Wait, you’re not mad?”

 “No.”

 “You want this? You want the baby?”

 “Of course, I want the baby. It’s ours.”

 “Even though it was an accident? Even though the timing sucks and we didn’t really talk about having kids in real time?”

 “Yes. I mean yeah, the timing is not the best and I’m worried about that—a lot, and we may not have talked about having kids in real time, but you know I want kids.”

 “Yeah, but with me?”

 Lewis cupped your cheeks again. “Of course. God, Y/N how do you not know how much I love you, how much I am completely obsessed with you? How don’t you fathom just how much you own me?”

 Your heart melted and fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

 “You want this?”

 Lewis nodded. “Yes. I want this.”

 “You want this with me?”

 “With only you, rosebud.”

 For the first time since hearing the news, you smiled. It was a smile that Lewis brightly returned.

 “We’re having a baby,” he said again like the more times he said it the realer it became.

 You nodded. “We’re having a baby.”

 Again, he pressed his lips to yours passionately kissing you before he kissed around your face making you giggle.

 “I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so fucking happy!”

For emphasis he lifted you into his arms again and spun around making you squeal.

 “Thank you,” he said against your ear as he held you in the air flush against him setting everything in your world back on its axis.

 By the time you got back home it was well past dark and everyone was annoyed with you for disappearing. After calling a tow back to your house you set out for the drive back. In his car, because he couldn’t stand to have you out of his sight now, he kept to the speed limit which was a feat for a man used to going upwards of two-hundred miles an hour. With his fingers intertwined with yours, his only explanation was “precious cargo to protect.” It was cute and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat from his words. It had—several beats.

 Lewis stripped you then carried you into the bathroom where he took care washing your body and hair. Every chance he got he rested his hands on your stomach staring at it in marvel and every time he did you fell even deeper in love with him. Once you both were clean, he wrapped you in a towel then carried you to your bedroom where he laid you on the bed. He then lotioned your body with your favorite mango and date body butter then tucked you into bed before he slipped out of the room.

 When he came back, he had so much food, many of them your favorites. For the next hour, you feasted while talking about what both of you were up do during your time apart and the unlimited possibilities with the baby, he’d now dubbed lil’ love. After eating, you cuddled in bed completely wrapped up in each other. When his lips began decorating your body with kisses, he followed each one with why he loved you, how grateful he was for you and how beautiful and sexy he found you.

 Lewis’ lips pressed against your belly, and he hovered placing smaller kisses around the area. Watching him melted you. He could ask for anything right now and you’d give it to him—anything at all. When his eyes lifted and met yours you audibly sighed.

 “Thank you, rosebud.”

 “For what?”

 “For making us a family. For making me a papa.”

 “Papa? Why not daddy?”

 A devilish smile stretched across his face. “I’m already a daddy.”

 Just like that the mood in the room shifted from sweet and innocent to hot and sinful. The switch made your heart instantly race.

 “Right?”

 Lewis slid lower, then pried your thighs apart leaving ample space for him between. His face looked so right framed by your thighs. Nodding, you sank your teeth into your bottom lip and watched as he slowly peeled off the boyshorts he’d just helped you into only a short time ago.

 “God, it’s been so long.”

 “Too long,” you added.

 Lewis smiled as he wrapped his hands around your thighs then yanked you lower.

 “Then let me worship you, mother of my children.”

 He placed a kiss at your pubis.

 “My queen.”

 Another kiss landed just above your clit.

 “My entire world.”

 It was the last thing he said before he did just that—worshiped you.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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⸙ Prompt: Sweet Pastries | Thorin x Bilbo ⸙ Synopsis: [Another snippet from the band AU] Thorin witnesses the true power of Bilbo when it comes to tea time. ⸙ Warnings: Bilbo breaking the laws of physics None. Just fluff ⸙ Drabble

» AN: A gift for @lordoftherazzles. Thank you for being such a kind and sweet person, I appreciate you so much. Hope you enjoy this one!💕

The situation Thorin found himself in was unexpected, if not bizarre.

There he sat, on Bilbo's cushy, tasteful couch, hair messy and band outfit still on, while his boyfriend joyfully recounted his latest fruitful gardening project and made them some tea. 

The most intimidating – and simultaneously alluring – thing, however, was the mountain of sweets, pies and pastries that Bilbo stacked on the table in defiance of gravity. 

Touched, Thorin cleared his throat. "You put in so much effort." 

"For you always." And Bilbo's mien lit up triumphantly when the final plate had successfully been placed and all remained in balance.

Yes, I felt an all-encompassing need to smuggle an "unexpected" into this.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider liking and reblogging!♡

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ooh!! I saw your kissing even prompt!! may I request Trafalgar Law or Yamato for number 13, please? 👉👈💕

Law x prompt 13: when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more.

thank you for requesting this!! I had to choose Law cause unfortunately I still haven't quite figured out Yamato's personality and didnt know how to write for them. Also, you guys already know I'm a simp for this man so this turned out a little bit hotter than expected hehe. I hope this is is fine and matches your expectations! ♡

gender neutral! sfw but nsfw content is definitely implied

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee.. - from this event.

Breaking the kiss was not something Law was considering. Finally giving in after months of pining and anticipation, the two of you couldn't keep your hands to yourself anymore. What started as one of your usual, flirtatious jokes ended up in a hot make-up session in the corridor of your ship, away from the rest of the cremates who were too busy drinking anyway.

Law's usual coldness and reflectiveness was now replaced by feral impulsivity, his body completely invaded by the rushes of adrenaline and pleasure your touch was gifting him with, your hands running through his hair. He wanted more, he needed to feel you aching for his attention under his rough, passionate manners. Carrying you in his arms, he made sure your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist whilst his firm, strategically placed hands held you safely.

Keeping his eyes closed and letting the heat of the moment control his actions, he opened the first door the two of you encountered in the corridor - not what he was hoping for, but definitely enough.

Moving clumsily around the wooden sticks of the brooms and mops stored in the little, tiny, almost claustrophobically tight broom closet, he pinned you up against the wall, the door closing behind his back automatically. You let out a laugh, as your back rested completely against the wall.

A little light-bulb switched on inside Law's head - was this right? This definitely wasn't the most romantic place for such occasion, and this wasn't even his ship. You were part of the Straw-hat pirates and you were hiding in a closet with Law - an ally, of course, but nothing more than that. After this mission, your journeys will most likely separate forever. All these thoughts completely clouded his mind, causing him to finally pull away from the kiss, causing a desperate whine to escape your lips.

"I'm sorry. It's just.. are you sure? is this..?" he whispered, afraid of hearing your answer. His chest visibly pounded up and down, still trying to catch his breath from the kiss. He noticed his heartbeat was stupidly higher than normal too - and couldn't quite understand why. Was it lust? Was it fear? Was it love? All of them were reasonable answers, and that only confused Law even more. He never understood his feelings, and that wasn't the right time to start.

A soft smile formed on your lips as you place a delicate kiss on his lips, which he helplessly followed.

"Yes, Law." you affirmed, biting his bottom lip.

Law inhaled sharply, feeling as if the heaviest of weight just fell of his shoulders before kissing you once again, continuing exactly from where he left off and hoping the two of you won't make too much noise.

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Imagine being Rumlows roommate (he just has one because I said so 🤣) and one day you catch him coming out of his room like this:

First little peak you get of his body, but boy does it do things to you. And by each day it gets harder and harder to resist the attraction 😏

My lovely Lily, this has been sitting in the back of my brain since you sent it in. This is sort of a roommate situation. I hope what you like what I did here. Thank you for the ask my love! ♥️

Starting Over

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing and Smut! (18+ please or else I’m telling on you!) Oral F! Receiving, fingering, unprotected P in V sex(be safe out there), Drinking

Word Count: 4.5K-ish

Summary: After a bad breakup, you needed to have a fresh start but after getting a new job and selling your house, you forgot one important thing…a new place to live. Luckily a friend of yours might have a solution.

A/N: I haven’t written any smut in awhile so I think I’m a little rusty. Please be gentle and I hope you like it. I know there was something else I wanted to put in here but my brain fog has been so bad lately, I can’t remember what it is

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Why can’t she just stay with you?” Brock asked, the tone of his voice was elevated and raspy.

Frustrated, Jack replied. “You know I only have a studio and she should have her own space. It won’t be for very long, I promise. She’s looking for a place to live as we speak.”

You did leave home rather hastily but your break-up had been tough. Even though you tried moving on, your ex just kept popping up everywhere you went and it appeared that HE had no problem moving on, showing off his younger piece of ass every chance he got. So for your sanity, you had to move on and move out of your hometown.

It was hard to watch so you just decided not to subscribe to that channel anymore. You stayed long enough to sell your house and find a new job in a new city. You wanted a fresh start and Jack was the only person you knew that lived in D.C.

He was a childhood friend from high school and you had been on a couple of dates with him while in school but it just worked out where you just ended up being really good friends.

Brock seriously considered saying no but Jack caught him on a good day. He felt a little bad for you that you felt like there was no other way to move on with your life except to leave town.

“Ok, fine but you owe me, Rollins!” Brock said.

Jack felt a sense of relief as he let out a long exhale.

“Thanks Rumlow, I really, really appreciate this. I’ll bring her by later.” Said Jack.

The call ended and Brock placed both hands on the counter, hung his head so his chin touched his chest, and took a deep breath. He wondered if he was going to regret agreeing to let a stranger live at his place for who knows how long.

He thought about reminding Jack what his favorite kind of vodka was so he could bring it with him later but he let it go. He finished his coffee, gathered the things he needed for work and locked the door behind him.

It was going to be a long day.

**********

Brock arrived home that night around 6 and started to prepare for your arrival. He made up the bed in the spare room and tidied his apartment a little. He was a bachelor, used to living how he wanted, not answering to anyone, and definitely not used to having a woman around.

But he would have to get used to it no matter how much he didn’t want to.

There was a knock on his apartment door around 7:30. When Brock opened the door, he wasn’t what you were expecting to see on the other side. He was quite handsome with dark brown hair and eyes the color of Tennessee whiskey. You hoped he didn’t catch you staring at him with your mouth open.

“You must be y/n. I’m Brock, Jack told me a lot about you. Please…come in.” He said.

You entered the apartment, wheeling your suitcase behind you with Jack following close behind. You had a handle of Tito’s vodka in your other hand and then placed it on the kitchen counter and extended your hand for Brock to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Brock. Thank you so much for letting me stay here, I didn’t exactly think it all the way through, picking up and leaving like I did. I made sure I had a new job but forgot I needed a place to live. But I really do appreciate this…I got you a little present, Jack told me it’s your favorite.” You said with a warm smile.

Briefly, one of the corners of Brock’s mouth turned up into a half smile but then went right back to pressing his lips together, firmly and furrowing his brow.

It was obvious he wasn’t really comfortable with someone invading his space like this and you couldn’t blame him for being a little grumpy. Jack did spring this on him at the last minute and gave Brock little time to prepare for your arrival.

“Yeah…You’re welcome. So, I made up the spare room so you can put your stuff away…down the hall and first door on the left.” Said Brock.

You left Brock and Jack to talk while you went to your room to settle in a little but you felt a little guilty for disrupting his life like this. Clearly, he was used to living alone and now because of your hasty decisions, he was stuck keeping a roof over your head until you could find a place of your own.

You were close to finding one though. Every apartment that was acceptable, you put in an application for it so you were just waiting to hear back from one of them at least.

You heard Jack call down to you to tell you he was leaving. He gave you a hug goodbye, said he’d talk to you soon and he would talk to Brock tomorrow. After he left, there was an awkward silence between you and Brock.

You guessed he was a man of few words and it didn’t help that you were painfully shy so starting a conversation with him would be difficult for you but you needed to make it more comfortable if you were going to be staying there.

Brock finally broke the silence.

“You wanna drink, y/n?” He asked.

You nervously sat down on the couch and protectively pulled your knees into your chest.

“Oh…yes, please. That would be great.” You replied.

“Thank you for this, by the way. It’s really generous of ya.” He said, taking ice out of the freezer.

Watching him reach for the glasses in his cabinet, the sleeve of his black t-shirt rolled back to reveal the muscles in his arms. You bit down on your lower lip wondering what his body looked like under his shirt and warmth rushed to your cheeks.

It had been months since you had been shown any physical affection and now you were sharing an apartment with an incredibly sexy man.

While Brock was mixing drinks, you pulled out your phone to text Jack.

“Why didn’t you mention that Brock was hot?”

You texted.

He texted back.

“Um, because it’s not something that crosses my mind y/n. Ohhhhhh it’s been awhile for you, hasn’t it?”

You squinted and furrowed your brow as you wrote back.

“Oh shut it…goodbye!”

He texted back a bunch of laughing emoji’s.

“Oh you’re welcome. It’s the least I could do for you letting me stay here. I promise it won’t be for too long…at least I hope it won’t be.” You said with a slight tremble in your voice.

“Here ya go, doll.” Brock said, handing you the glass with your vodka soda with lime.

You felt yourself start to blush upon hearing the little pet name.

“Thank you. So, you and Jack work together? He won’t tell me exactly what he does, I don’t suppose you could tell me?” You asked.

“Sorry sweetheart, I can tell you the basics but nothing juicy.” He said with a slight smirk, taking a sip of his drink.

You were turned on just by the way he held the glass and watched his throat move up and down as he swallowed the cold liquid. Thankfully, he distracted you with a question.

“Can you tell me what you do for work, y/n?” Asked Brock.

Your eyes widened as his question snapped you back to reality.

“Oh, the defense contractor I worked for up north also has an engineering office down here so I just found another job doing similar work.” You said.

Trading questions back and forth, you talked with each other for a couple of hours until you both started to yawn and your eyelids became heavy with sleep. It seemed like the both of you had a long day.

“Well, I’m off to bed…towels are in the hall closet for when ya wanna shower. I have a bathroom in my bedroom so take your time…goodnight y/n.” He said softly. His voice sounded extra raspy.

“Goodnight Brock, and thank you again.” You replied.

He went into his bedroom and shut the door, leaving you in the living room, alone with your thoughts. But you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts.

It seemed all you could think of was your ex and how badly he hurt you, continued to hurt you in the months following your breakup and how he made it absolutely unbearable to stay in your hometown. That was your home, you shouldn’t have had to leave but he didn’t leave you any other choice.

With Brock asleep, you decided to clean up the dishes you dirtied and managed to find the coffee along with the filters to set up the timer on the coffee pot so fresh coffee would be ready for when you got up the next morning for work.

After your shower and with your head resting on the pillow, you just stared at the ceiling, the room filled with darkness as you waited for your eyelids to get heavy again but for some reason, they didn’t.

You were wide awake listening to the whistling sound the wind made outside your window and your mind wandered to thinking about Brock.

You closed your eyes and imagined his strong hands roaming all over your body, the scruff on his face lightly scratching the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, pinning your arms above your head as he kissed you aggressively.

That’s how you pictured being in bed with Brock Rumlow, a little bit rough but those thoughts made you so wet that a soft moan escaped your lips as you finally drifted off to sleep.

You had a feeling it was just going to get harder to resist the attraction to him and how long it would be before you couldn’t resist any longer.

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The alarm startled you awake and out of the dream you were having. It surprised you that you had slept so well in a strange place but you woke up feeling better than you have in a long time.

You put the finishing touches on your outfit for the day before emerging from your room to get some coffee. Brock’s bedroom door was still closed so you tried to be extra quiet while taking a mug from the cabinet and looking around for the sugar.

You heard Brock open his door. When he walked around the corner, he was pulling his shirt down over his muscular torso. It was difficult not to stare, he was in really great shape…as close to perfect as anyone could be.

The ache between your thighs was growing, forcing you to clench them together and release a soft gasp that you hoped he didn’t hear.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear ya get up. Actually, I forgot you were even here…been alone for so long, I just have to get used to ya bein’ here.” He said, the husk in his voice more pronounced after being asleep all night.

“You want some coffee?” You asked.

“Yeah…sounds great, thanks.” Brock said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. “How are ya gettin’ to work this mornin’?”

“Oh I have my car. I followed Jack over here last night.” You replied.

Brock looked around at his kitchen and remembered there were dishes in the sink last night. The counters had been cleaned and his mail was neatly piled at the corner of the breakfast bar. The confused look he had on his face made you crack a smile.

“The kitchen was dirty when I went to bed last night, right? I’m not seeing things.” He asked.

You covered your mouth to try and keep him from seeing you smile.

“Well, I noticed it was dirty after you went to bed so I just cleaned up a little before my shower.” You said.

Brock finished his coffee and placed his cup in the sink. “Thanks…Ok, well I’ll be back around 6 tonight. Jack told me you go into work early also but I know you’ll get back before I do. The spare key is under the mat…I’ll see ya later.”

He picked up his backpack, his motorcycle helmet and walked out.

These were the types of exchanges you and Brock had for about a week. He was a man of very few words and it was almost like he had no idea how to live with someone else.

He would go to work, come home, and that’s it. He’d never go out with anyone, not even Jack which made you a little sad for him.

You finally got a phone call about one of the apartments you had filled out an application for, it was the one that was the nicest and the one you wanted the most but it wouldn’t be ready for another two weeks.

“I’m sorry, Brock. I know I said it wouldn’t be for that long but I’ll be outta your hair in two weeks, I swear.” You said nervously.

He looked at you with a slight smirk across his lips and said, “I told you doll, it’s alright…stay as long as you need to.”

At that moment, he seemed a little more comfortable having you there. Maybe he actually liked having you stay with him? Whatever it was, it didn’t feel awkward anymore but it was still hard to pretend you weren’t attracted to him.

To know what his body looked like under his clothes, his handsome face and honey colored eyes…just thinking about him made you blush.

You got into the habit of making dinner when you would come home from work. Sometimes he would be around to eat it before you went to bed and sometimes he wouldn’t be. After dinner, you would sit and talk…he was always asking questions.

You thought the reason he asked so many questions was because it kept you from asking anything about him, which was fine…he didn’t have to talk about anything he didn’t want to.

Being in a new city was scary and having only one friend in that city was even more frightening. But after a few more days, you felt like you could consider Brock a friend too. Although, you were sure that friends don’t picture their other friends naked.

Well, maybe some of them do.

Some nights, it wasn’t uncommon for you to go to bed before Brock got home. On a particular rainy night, you heard him come home late. Large drops of rain pelted against the building and the ceaseless winds seemed to make it their business to try and uproot the trees below.

It sounded like he threw his backpack hard against the wall and continued to make a lot of noise so you decided to get up to see what was going on with him.

You should have known better than to sneak up on him. Jack had told you enough about what they do to know that they were highly skilled in hand to hand combat so before you could even say Brock’s name, he had grabbed your wrist, spun you around to face away from him and pinned your arm against your back while holding a knife to your throat.

“Brock! It’s m-me! It’s y/n!!” Your voice trembled.

His hands felt cold and wet against the soft skin of your wrist while his thick fingers held onto you very tightly. The blade felt cool against your neck and suddenly your mouth became very dry, making it difficult to speak again.

Brock finally realized what he had done and dropped the knife. You heard it hit the floor and your eyes immediately welled up with tears. After turning around to look at him, Brock raised his hands in front of him to show you he wasn’t holding anything else.

“Y/n, I am so sorry! I didn’t know it was you! You can’t sneak up on me like that!” He yelled.

His actions scared you and you were paralyzed with fear but the look he had in his eyes was equal parts sadness and anger. And rather than run away, you inhaled sharply and let out a long exhale before doing the only thing you could think of that might comfort him.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed as hard as you could. His body tensed in your embrace but quickly relaxed when he returned your affection.

Burying his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath brushed against your skin making the hair on the back of your neck stand up and sent a shiver down the length of your spine.

“What happened, Brock?” You asked softly.

Still dressed in his tactical clothing, he told you he, along with everyone else, thought it would be a simple mission but it went wrong…horribly wrong.

It was supposed to be a convoy to go from point A to point B, drop off the package and leave. But they had a number of new agents with them that panicked when things didn’t go smoothly.

Everything worked out in the end, they finished their job and everyone made it back safely. But Brock was the leader of his STRIKE team and he wanted it all to go perfectly and when it didn’t, he didn’t know any other way to cope with it than to lash out in anger.

He was quick to apologize again.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart. I would never…” He trailed off and hung his head. “I’m…I’m sorry…”

You had always been painfully shy and quiet, never speaking unless you were spoken to, that kind of shy. And if you were being honest with yourself, it was still surprising that you had any past relationships because it was difficult for you to open up.

It was difficult for you to be assertive in any way when it came to showing affection or being confident in your own skin.

Uprooting your entire life and moving to a new city terrified you. In the past, it was something that you could never ever picture yourself doing but you did it and you did it all by yourself. You were stronger than you thought and if you wanted something then you should go get it.

So it surprised even you when you inched closer to Brock, your eyelids were warm with his breath and you ghosted your lips over his before not being able to control yourself anymore. He smelled like fresh rain and your fingers found their way into his damp hair as your lips crashed against his.

He didn’t pull away but rather pulled you closer, his kisses were hungry with clashing teeth, his tongue dancing with yours as you whispered his name against his mouth over and over again.

You were shocked at the lack of your own restraint when your hands traveled down to the hem of his t-shirt which was soaked from the rain. The heat was radiating off of his skin as your fingers lightly touched his chest and migrated down his stomach muscles to his belt.

The words that escaped his lips surprised you.

“I’ve wanted you since the first second I saw you. Jack failed to mention that you’re absolutely beautiful.” He whispered.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as you replied, “Well he didn’t mention to me that you’re sexy as fuck, Mr. Rumlow.”

Suddenly his hands were under your ass, he picked you up with ease as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you toward the bedroom…his bedroom.

Brock was not gentle with you but you didn’t want him to be. He practically tossed you onto the bed and quickly climbed on top of you as his lips collided with yours once again. He kissed you desperately and with a hunger that was so new to you.

The passion behind it was something you had only seen in movies, it never happened to you in real life but you craved this type of affection, this type of passion, and it only deepened your desire for him.

Brock nipped at your bottom lip and jawline, peppering kisses down your neck as he tightly gripped your outer thigh, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed his thick fingers into your soft skin.

Your t-shirt and shorts were hastily discarded onto the bedroom floor, leaving you just in your panties and his hard cock pressed against your core, causing a soft moan to escape your lips and a low growl escaped his.

You didn’t know it was possible but you pulled him down even closer to you, the warm breath from your mouth lightly brushed the top of his ear which made him even more feral and he growled louder into your ear.

It felt like torture waiting for Brock to touch you in your most sensitive area but that changed as soon as you felt his fingers dip under the waistband of your underwear and slip into you.

He moved them rhythmically, hitting just the right spot deep inside that caused you to whimper and your walls started to tighten around his talented fingers.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart. You gonna be a good girl and come for me?” He whispered against your lips.

He draws out another soft moan from you, it had been so long since you had even been kissed that you felt like you could come just from the finger fucking he was giving you. He drew circles on your clit with his thumb, bringing you closer and closer to your release, and you felt like you were going to explode.

Before you could cry out his name, Brock firmly gripped your chin and captured your lips with his so all you could do was whimper into his mouth as he kissed you aggressively, pressing his hips down in between your legs even harder than before as if to make sure you weren’t going anywhere until he let you.

Breathing heavily after coming down from your high, the corners of his mouth turned up into a slight smile. “Oh I’m not even close to being done with you, doll.”

He suddenly disappeared in between your legs. You could feel his stubble brush gently against your inner thighs as he hummed against your entrance and you ran your fingers through his damp hair. Arching your back off of the mattress, you recklessly called out his name over and over again.

“Brock…I…can’t…” Those words were all you managed to get out before he brought his gaze up to meet yours and finished what you started by removing his pants. You wanted him. You wanted to feel every inch of him inside you.

Your thoughts were all over the place, and you were still shocked this was actually happening. His focus was solely on you and it surprised you how easily he slipped inside you, stretching you out before slowly starting to move, hitting just the right spot deep within your core, the spot that caused your vision to go white and your walls to tighten around his cock.

“You can give me more, sweetheart. I know you can.” He commanded.

You’ve never had someone who had been so eager to please you, who took care of you in bed, or who put your needs first before his own. You could feel yourself soaking the sheet underneath you as the cries of pleasure he ripped from you turned him on.

He fucked you hard and deep, forcefully pushing you into the mattress while your nails scratched up and down his back as he grunted loudly into your ear.

Somehow, it was almost like he knew that you’ve never been fucked this good before. You could almost feel his sly grin against your cheek as you gripped his waist as tightly as you could with your legs before his name fled from your lips. Your walls began to flutter as his movements became faster and insistent, he was close too.

“Ah…fuck!” He cried out.

Searching for his lips with your own, you were eager for his kiss, and desperate for the passion that you haven’t had in so long.

So you lifted your head slightly and pinched his jaw gently with your teeth until his lips met yours. He kissed you hard before spilling into you and then collapsing on top of you.

You could feel yourself trembling underneath him as a tear streaked down the side of your face from the overstimulation. Brock took your hand in his to comfort you but you had never felt better.

“You alright, doll?” He asked. “I didn’t hurt ya did I?”

You shook your head and bit down on your bottom lip.

“No, of course not. If you couldn’t tell, I was having a great time.” You chuckled.

He moved a stray piece of hair away from your eyes and smiled warmly at you. It was probably the first genuine smile you had ever seen from him. It wasn’t forced or a just-being-polite smile, it was an actual smile.

“Is that an actual smile, Mr. Rumlow?” You asked.

He tried to cover his smile.

“Ah, ah…too late. I saw it already. Ya know if you have another bad night like tonight, I might be available again to help work out some of your aggression.” You said with a wink as you tried to catch your breath.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” Asked Brock.

He started to smile again but stopped himself and all of sudden looked really nervous.

“Brock? What is it?” You asked.

He inched closer to you and gently pressed his lips to yours. They were warm and soft as you brushed his stubble with your thumb and smiled against his mouth.

“I was just thinking…” He said. “This probably wasn’t what Jack had in mind when he asked if I could do him a favor. So…who’s gonna tell him?”

Quickly, you pointed to your nose and said, “Not it.” And laughed.

Brock let out a raspy chuckle. “Or, maybe he wanted this to happen. Ya think?”

Gently tugging back on his soft brown hair, you gazed into his light brown eyes and said, “Well, that should make it easier to tell him then, right?”

“I ain’t gonna tell him by myself. Even though I think I can take him, he is bigger than I am.” He joked.

You smiled, kissed him again and said, “Ok, I’ll stay in the room when you tell him, but I don’t think he’ll be mad.”

“You don’t?” Brock asked.

You chuckled as you replied, “Nah, once he sees the smile you put on my face, he’ll probably thank you.”

Your joke made him laugh.

With a devilish grin, he said “Well, I like putting a smile on your face, doll…in fact, I’d really like to do it again, if you’re not too tired.”

Maybe starting over wasn’t so bad after all.

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» Saturn 12H is having vivid dreams, a hard time to fall asleep. You might feel distant with the rest of your family especially your parents, and would sacrifice yourself just to please them in a way, feeling like a burden. I've noticed that ppl with this placement might had workaholic/busy parents so their grandparents might have raised them, this is not always the case thou.

» Mercury 12H is having an inner voice that makes you self doubt about everything, thinking twice before you speak even though you knew what it was and ppl mishearing what you're talking about.

» Moon 3H could mean that your mother could've have a prominent Gemini placement in her chart, or prominent Mercury aspects/dominant planet. It could also mean they your mother might have virgo placements in her too! If not then your mother could have been fond of reading books, writing, chatty etc.

» Pluto 6H is having health issues, things relating to internal organs like stomach problems, digestion problems, skin problems, not being able to do sports, having a fragile body. Depending on other factors in your birth chart, this could also mean that you could get less severe problems like getting sick easily.

» Leo Sun 12H is fighting your inner demons whether to be the life of the party or just impatiently waiting to leave the second you got there. Ik this is a bit specific than the others

» Mars 10H is having a reputation of being sporty/athletic/energetic. Even if you don't like to play sports, when you do get involved with it, you will find that ppl talking about the way you move, could be smtg like the way you kick the football, play basketball/hockey etc.

» Saturn 1H is being seen as someone who has a RBF, someone who more mature and wiser than their peers. They could've had emotionally unavailable parents growing up or their parents not providing them their certain needs as a child.

» Moon 4H could mean that your relationship with your mother weren't the best but it wasn't the worst either. It has its ups and downs, you could feel that you're walking on eggshells around your mother, never knowing what mood she's in. Depending on your moon sign it might manifest differently.

Edit: Remember that this is just a general reading based on the planet and the house itself without considering the aspects or other placements. It might not resonate with everyone.

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