#ma daddies 💕

[milla-frenchy]

2k7 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: Joel finds out that babysitting isn't your only student job Warnings: 18+ mdni. PWP. Age gap unspecified, escort, dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, spitting, pussy slapping, light degradation, oral (m/f), unprotected piv, creampie. No outbreak a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for correcting me, as always. ILY 💕🫶🫶🫶 Thanks to @noxturnalpascal who had this idea: PROMPT: Pick a Pedge Daddy character - Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Dave York, etc. (it can be Canon or Non-Canon/AU/No Outbreak). PPCU Daddy is surprised - and excited - to learn that the grad/postgrad student he hires to watch his child sometimes also works as a: stripper/dancer/cam-girl/onlyfans-model/dating-or-escort-service (or straight-up SW) *1000 word Minimum - 2000 word Maximum The other fics based on this prompt: Dancing is a dangerous game @noxturnalpascal ; Webcam for beginners @iamasaddie ; Birthday surprise @aurorawritestoescape Follow @millafics and turn notifications on for fics updates

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"Good night, Mr. Miller!"

You close the front door behind you and quickly walk to your car. You’re a student, in your final year. Babysitter is your job for the first part of the evening. Sarah Miller is one of the children you regularly babysit on weekend evenings.

In the second part of the evening, you’re an escort.

A few months earlier, in a club, someone asked you to join their escort business. You had never considered it before, but the money to be earned, the relatively “classy” and secure side of the site you would work for, made you decide. However, you wanted to continue babysitting, and start escorting sparingly. 

You arrive at the usual hotel about thirty minutes before one of your regulars, so you can have time to get ready.

Joel is single, and regularly he pays for an escort.

That evening, he surfs his usual site, and he’s looking for something fresh. He has his regulars, but from time to time he likes to fuck a new one. He loves to see how they react under his fingers. Loves their look when they see his cock for the first time, then when he sinks into them. How they take his cock. His subscription costs him a lot, but he has never been disappointed.

He scrolls lazily on his phone until his thumb stops on the screen. He scrolls back a little and stares at a photo. He can’t see much of the escort's face, but it's enough to put him in doubt. Is it really Sarah’s babysitter he’s looking at?

In 10 minutes, you’ll be here to babysit Sarah. He puts his phone down and waits. When you arrive, he greets you as usual, but lingers to look at this little mole, just above your mouth. This mole, that made him scroll backwards.

He smirks, and goes out to meet a woman he fucks from time to time. When he pushes his cock in her pussy that night, he thinks of his kid's babysitter.

When he gets home, you’re sitting on the couch, watching Narcos. He wonders why the actor is wearing such tight jeans when his bulge is so visible.

You get up and ask him if he had a good evening. He smiles at you and says yes. He pauses before asking if everything went well with Sarah, and you tell him everything was fine, as usual. You gather your things and leave, wishing him a good night.

Joel watches you walk to your car and he heads upstairs. He goes to his daughter’s bedroom to check on her, and closes the door, seeing that Sarah is sleeping.

He walks to his bedroom, lies down on the bed and picks up his phone. He finds your page and looks through your photos. The escorts' bodies are much less hidden than their faces. He looks at your curves. Your breasts pressed between your hands. Your pussy covered in red lingerie. Your ass, barely covered by a black thong. He pulls his cock out of his pants and boxers, and grabs the lotion from his nightstand drawer before starting to jerk off. He thinks about you and wonders if you're with a client. He jacks off with long and slow movements, and imagines the noises you make when you’re getting fucked. The noises you would make if he was fucking you deep. He imagines your mouth around his cock and how you would suck his balls. He jerks off harder and cums, sending squirts onto his lower stomach. He doesn’t even take the time to clean himself before booking a slot with you.

The next weekend, he had asked Tommy to watch Sarah. 

He arrives at the hotel, goes to room 301 and sits in the Chesterfield chair, waiting for you. 5 minutes later, you enter the room. You take off your trench and turn towards the chair. Your eyes widen when you see him.

“Mr Miller?!”

He looks at you and doesn’t answer.

“Oh my god, it’s so embarrassing… I’m sorry, I will notify the escort service of the situation and you will be reimbursed. I am really sorry, Mr. Miller.”

He smiles and says “I think you don’t understand, baby. I booked because I knew it was you.”

You frown and tell him it’s totally inappropriate.

“Well… Considering the way I catch you looking at me sometimes, I'm not sure it bothers you that much.”

“No, Mr. Miller, I assure you I don’t-”

He smirks again, and you stop talking. He’s right. Ever since you started babysitting his daughter, you can't help but sneak glances at him. But you thought you were more discreet, though.

“Now darlin’, I’m your client tonight, so do what you’re getting paid for, and come suck my cock.”

His attitude shocks you a little, he’s the father of the child you babysit, and there has never been any awkward situations between the two of you until now. But his talk, the way he commands you, turns you on. After a few seconds of hesitation, you walk up to him, get on your knees and undo his pants. You take out his cock and pause before looking up at him.

“Come on, baby. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of one cock? That would be embarrassing as an escort, right?”

You lean down, take his shaft in your hand, start to jerk him off and take his tip in your mouth. It's so wide that it barely fits, but you do your best. 

“Look at me, when you blow me, baby.”

You try to put your embarrassment aside and glance up at him. The moment your eyes meet, his are so dark, so full of desire that you forget your reserve. You want to give him value for his money, but above all, you want to make him forget everything while he is in this hotel room with you.

You let the saliva build up and then flow down his shaft, while you swirl your tongue over his slit and let the precum invade your mouth. 

“That’s it darlin’. That’s good. Deeper now.”

You go further down, squeeze his thigh with one hand, letting your mouth go down his shaft. You then caress his balls with your other hand, while you keep his cock buried all the way to your throat.

”Shit, baby… can't believe this naughty mouth is the same that dares to talk to my daughter.”

You moan around his cock hearing him, and hold yourself back from slipping your hand into your panties and touching yourself. You pull back and suck him again. He puts his hands on each side of your head and pumps your mouth with his hip thrusts. You stay still, without moving, eyes closed, while he’s fucking your mouth roughly.

“Yeah, just like that. Fuckin’ take my cock.”

He growls as his fists clench in your hair. He stops and holds you, your mouth full of his cock. You hear him breathing heavily.

“‘m gonna fuck your throat now. Eyes on me baby.”

You stare at him, and he pulls back, before sinking his cock in your throat. He holds your head so tight that you couldn't pull back even if you wanted to. You let him fuck your throat, as he thrusts deep inside 3 or 4 times, slowly. You feel tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, as his shaft sinks fully. He holds you and says “Don’t move. Don’t fuckin’ move.”

You follow his command, your eyes still fixed on him, and you feel his cock twitch in the back of your throat.

“That’s good, darlin’. Fuck…”

He finally releases you, slightly, still setting the pace. He leans towards you and pulls your head back, saying “open”.

You open and he spits in your mouth. He caresses your chin and tells you to swallow. You do so, and you don’t take your eyes off him. You know that’s what he wants. His attitude keeps turning you on, and you feel that your panties are soaked.

“Take off your blouse and skirt, and lie down on the bed.”

He looks at you, still sitting in the Chesterfield chair, while you undress. Then he stands up, removes all his clothes and lays down on the bed, his shoulders between your thighs. He pulls aside the fabric of your panties and reveals your pussy.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked, baby…Now ask me to eat you out.”

“Eat my pussy, please.”

He slaps your clit and you cry out in surprise.

“Ask better than that or I ain’t eatin’ you.”

“Would you eat my pussy, please, sir?”

“Much better. We’ll have to work on your manners, darlin'.”

You don't even have time to wonder if he's really planning to fuck you again, before he slides from your soaked hole to your clit, with the flat of his tongue, in a long stroke. You moan as he now pushes his tongue into your pussy and his nose rubs against your clit.

“Mmmm you taste good.”

He licks you again with a long stroke and pushes two fingers into your pussy, focusing his tongue on your clit. His beard rubs against your thighs and fuck… he knows how to eat a pussy. You bend your knees and spread your thighs to offer yourself even more to him, your hands gripping his curls. He raises his head and his chin shines with your wetness. 

“You spread like a slut for me, who would have known you were such a whore when I hired you?”

Being far from shocked, you moan under his words as he starts sucking your clit again. His free hand pulls on your bra to release a breast, which he grabs in his hand.

“Fuckin talk to me, baby.”

“I love that. You eat me so well. Please-”

He stops and says “manners.”

“I’m… I’m sorry, sir. It’s so good, sir, I forgot my manners. Please keep going, sir, I would like to cum in your mouth, please.”

“Good girl”, he says, before starting to swirl his tongue over your clit again.

He pushes a third finger into your pussy and you roll your hips against his mouth, trying to grind yourself against it as much as possible.

“That's it baby. I can feel you’re gonna cum.”

You moan louder and louder and he adds "cum on my tongue, baby. Cum on the tongue of the man who pays for two of your jobs"

“Fuck”, you say as you grip his hair and come in his mouth, shaking.

“There it is… That's good, baby, you're doing so well.” 

You jolt again at his praise, your pussy squeezing his fingers one more time. He kneels between your thighs, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and asks:

“You want this cock, baby?”

“Yes I do, sir.”

“Take it, then”, he adds, lying on his back next to you.

Shyness makes you doubt your actions again the moment you straddle him, after taking off your panties and bra. You’re so close to his face. The face of one of your employers, much older than you, but above all, the father of a child you babysit. Joel seems to understand what's making you hesitate, and his gaze becomes softer, more familiar to you. 

“What happens here, stays here, baby.”

You nod and grab his cock, pressing his tip against your entrance. You stare at his chest and start sinking on it, when he stops you.

“No, not like that. You look at me when you fuck yourself on my cock. You look at me, and don’t take your eyes off me.”

“Why?”, you whisper.

“Because I wanna see you suffocate when my cock tears you in two. Because I want you to realize that it’s my cock, that you’re gonna impale yourself on. Because I want you to remember that, the next time you come to my house and I open the door to you, even if we don’t refer to it outside of here.”

So you raise your head, stare at him, and lower your pelvis. And god, he was right when he said his cock would tear you in two. You feel it parting your folds and you can't hold back a long moan.

You keep impaling yourself on his cock, more and more, going down his shaft without stopping or slowing down, your eyes fixed on his, while he has placed his hands on your hips now, but letting you be in control.

His stare has changed too. His confidence has given way to pleasure and you can't help but smile, until you reach the base of his dick. You stay like that for a few seconds, full of his cock, and you catch your breath.

“So tell me…. since when did you wanna fuck me?” he asks you. 

“Fuck, I…I don’t know…”

He holds your hips so you stay grounded on him, and can’t avoid his questions.

“Days? Weeks? Months?”

“Oh god…hu…Weeks or months, I guess.”

“Oh baby you wanted this cock for so long?”

“Please, I wanna move…”

“Last question. Do you think about that big cock at night in your bed?”

“Fuck…Yes. Yes I do. I touch myself thinking of your cock.”

He smirks and finally releases the pressure on your hips. You start rolling them, barely lifting yourself with every movement of your hips. You rub your clit against his lower abdomen and you seek your pleasure again, even though you came in his mouth a short time before.

“Fuck look at that… you’re using me to get off, my cock deep in your slutty pussy…”

You bite your lip and realize that what you’re doing is unprofessional. You should act for his own pleasure. But you can't. And you don’t want to, for now. His cock is so good, and you feel that in less than two minutes you’re gonna cum on it.

“It’s ok, baby. Use me, come on my cock. It’s here for it.” 

“I…fuck. I’m gonna cum, sir. Your cock is so thick and…my clit...fuck...my clit..it’s so good. I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum, sir. Can I cum, please, sir?”

“Come for me baby, come on”, he whispers, and as you’re coming on his cock, he presses harder on your hips, to keep you fully buried on him.

You fall onto his torso and he caresses your back until your spasms stop. You come to your senses and sit up straight, before realizing that you are still impaled on him, and that his cock is still just as big and hard inside you. Your pussy clenches at this sudden movement.

“I’m sorry, I’m-”

“Fuck, baby. You just came twice in a matter of minutes, what fucker would be mad after that?”

You nod and smile gently.

“Lie on your back, now, baby.”

You do as he asks, and once lying on top of you, he says, his eyes fixed on yours “my turn to fuck you.”

He thrusts into you half way suddenly, and you can't help but suffocate. He pulls back, and immediately sinks in again and bottoms up.

“Fuck… you’re so fuckin’ tight. ’m gonna ruin that pussy, baby.”

He fucks you quickly and goes deep with each stroke. You feel his balls slap against your pussy and…he fucks well. One of the best fucks you've ever had. Maybe even the best. You hold on to his biceps and let him fuck you.

“Come on baby, use your words, tell me what you feel.”

But he’s fucking you so hard, so good, that you can’t answer.

“Oh baby… what’s goin’ on? You can’t talk anymore, I’m fucking you that good?”

“Yes…yes, sir.”

“Come on baby, give me more. Your other clients fuck you like this?”

You can’t answer, but you shake your head, while he’s still pounding you.

“No? Not a single client fucks you as good as me?”

You shake your head again. 

“You know it won’t be the only time we fuck, right? I’m not even done with you, and I already miss your pussy. Fuck…you’re squeezing me so tight…fuck.”

“More”, you say.

“More what? Words.”

“I want you to fuck me more… I… shit… I want more nights.”

“You’ll have them, baby. Ah fuck..I’m gonna fill you, baby….That’s what you want? To be filled by my big cock?”

“Yes…Yes please sir, fill me up!”

He thrusts in again, twice, three times, and you feel his spurts of cum filling your pussy.

“You're gonna empty my bank account with that pussy baby, damn…”

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[jackmanbj]

happy wife, happy life

summary: your pregnancy mood swings are killing jack, he tried everything to get you happy but everything he tried fails.

requested by a lovely anon!💕

jack had just left the house to go get you some food, you wanted to stay home because this baby was kicking your ass.

jadore went with jack to go get your food so she could get some to.

stinka💕-baby what do you want?

you- i told you, canes.

stinka💕- i know baby, what do you want from canes?

you- oh sorry, can i get a 3 piece please?

stinka💕- of course

you put your phone down and started watching me before you.

not even 10 minutes into the the movie, you in tears, but it was to good to turn off.

jack helped jadore into her seat and placed her food down.

he quickly went to go get you so you can eat.

jack opened the door to seen you crying, eyes still glued to the screen, tissue in one hand and remote in the other.

“baby whats wrong??”

jack made his way over to you and wiped your tears off with his thumb.

“nothing..the movie is so sad though jack..” “baby, lets go eat mmh?” “ok..”

jack helped you up and started helping you make your way down the stairs to jadore and your food.

“whats wrong mommy?”

that made you cry even more, just jadore making sure her mommy was ok made you cry.

jadore noticed you starting to cry once again so she hopped out her set as fast as she could and ran over to hug your leg.

you bet down to pick her up.

“mommys ok sweet girl, lets eat eat?”

“yes!”

you brought jadore back to her seat and your both started eating.

“mm jack this is so good, want some?”

jack walked over a took a huge bit of your food and you just looked at him.

“really jack? i dont even want it anymore.” “baby finish your food!” “no! i dont want it anymore.”

you got up and picked up your phone and started walking back upstairs to watch your movie.

a few minutes later jack walked into the room with the word sorry written on his forehead that looked like it was written by a three year old.

because it was.

“read my forehead babe.”

you looked at his forehead and immediately giggled.

“really? i hope thats washable.”

“it is mamas, now do you forgive me?”

“yes baby boy i forgive you.”

jack had the biggest grin on his face as he walked over to you.

he stood on the side of the bed where you were, arms open.

you quickly got up to hug him.

“jack..”

“yes ma”

“i love you.”

“i love you more baby, more then anything in this fucking world.”

jack leaned down to kiss you and you quickly kissed him back.

jack started rubbing on your stomach, bending down to talk to her and kiss her.

jack planted 3 kisses on you before opening his mouth.

“hi baby, mommy and daddy cant wait to meet you, you’re going to be so spoiled by everybody, i love you so much. you have an amazing mom, sister, and uncles.” jack planted a few more kisses over your stomach before looking up to fine you once again crying.

“babe.”

“im sorry! that was just so sweet!”

jack chuckled and pressed play on your movie.

every once in awhile, sad scenes would come up making you cry but jack would always calm you down.

until the movie ended.

you were right expecting the most happiest ending ever.

but it wasn’t, in fact it was the saddest ending you genuinely ever seen.

and you wouldn’t stop crying, lord knows it was just the baby but jack knew it was hormones and the only way for you to stop crying like this would be for you to go to sleep.

“baby how about you go to sleep.”

you shook your head no then got up and went to the bathroom.

“wheres jadore?”

“taking a nap mamas why?” jack got up and made his way to the doorframe of the bathroom.

“nothing, i was just checking.”

you reached for the shower handle losing your balance but jack was quick to catch you.

“unt unt, mamas go lay down, you can shower later fuck that.”

“jack! i wanna shower now!” “no ‘cause you almost bussed your fucking ass, go to the bedroom.”

jack pointed to the room implying for you to go there.

you simply huffed and rolled your eyes.

at this point, you simply wanted to take your shower and relax, but no.

‘just because i was about to fall doesn’t mean im not capable of taking a fucking shower.’

you thought to yourself as jack finally walked into the bedroom to join you on the bed.

“ma.”

you simply looked at him before pulling out your computer.

jack reached over and took the computer out of your lap and closed it, placing it on his side of the bed.

you quickly pulled on his earlobe.

your nails pressing together slightly as jack whined in pain.

“give me my fucking computer jackman thomas.”

“yes ma’am.”

as soon as you let jack go he reached to grab your computer rubbing his ear in pain.

you took a look at jack to realize he was pouting and rubbing his ear.

“aww come here stinka.”

you pulled jack into your chest as he fake cried.

“jack baby im sorry.”

“you almost killed me!”

“dont you think thats a bit dramatic?”

you moved jack curls out the way exposing that huge forehead and kissed forehead before gently placing them back.

“jack your forehead is huge, i hope sarija doesn’t have a forehead like that, i was so happy when jadore didn’t”

“THATS UNNECESSARY! you know what, i hope they dont have your high. since you know, your 5’5 on a good day.”

jack leaned up to whisper in your ear “its never a good day.”

you push his head off your chest while giggling and jack was full out belly laughing.

“are you finally happy ma? youve been crying all day.”

you quickly pouted.

“im kidding babe.”

jack placed a kiss on your lips and you quickly smiled.

“im going take my shower jack.”

“take it in the morning, lets go to sleep.”

“fine.”

you laid down once again slightly agitated, jack reached over to rub your bump and of course you let him but you let out a angry huff

jack realized you were once again upset but decided to let you sleep and not speak on it.

‘im going to have to deal with this the whole rest of this pregnancy’ jack thought as he kissed your cheek rubbing your belly.

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[darlingtulips]

Could you write a Sejanus plinth fic about reader giving sejanus anonymous little love notes in his desk/locker like a secret admirer?💋💕

Pink Envelope of Truth

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A Sejanus Plinth x reader <3

Author's note: Hi! Thank you for requesting. I'm so sorry that this took a while. Happy reading! Hope you like it!🥰 Also, this is so long- I'm so sorry😭

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Sejanus is currently walking down the halls of the academy, his shoes making a loud sound as his feet reach the floor. "Sejanus!" Sejanus stopped. He went to look at the voice that called out to him.

There; Coriolanus Snow. His sole classmate, best friend, and brother throughout this whole school was smiling and running at him. "Hey." He gave him a smile and nod. The two continue their way to the locker area, talking to each other about the new recipe that Sejanus' Ma made once again.

However, the moment Sejanus opened the door of his locker, a pink envelope fell. He flinched... 'what the?' Sejanus reached out for it from below. His hands made contact with the smooth texture of the small envelope. The boy eyed the paper. The handwriting was delicate, the envelope was carefully made. Reading the words in front, his eyes then widened in shock.

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To: Sejanus Plinth <3

From: Your Admirer! ;)

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Sejanus immediately looked up, his head turned around from left to right in an attempt to find the person who might have given him the letter. Yet, his eyes met no one in the empty halls of the academy. "What's that?" Coriolanus said. "I don't know..." "Well, open it," he snorted. With Coriolanus on his left side urging him to open the pink envelope from unknown, Sejanus slowly tore it open. He read the paragraph out loud with a blush on his cheeks.

"Dear Sejanus Plinth...

I have known you for a lot of years. Your heart is always so kind, so gentle, and so sweet. You never fail to bring a smile to my face in everything you do. Your brown eyes are so bright, that I kept getting lost in their light. Your voice is always so true and gentle, that my heart beats a thousand drums whenever you're around.

I want you to know that what I feel is genuine.

Sincerely, Your Admirer."

"Is this a prank?" Sejanus said out loud. His body became stiff, and his mind blank. Who... Who even gave this to him? There's no way this is true... just no way. "Well... it doesn't look like it," Coriolanus chuckled. He patted Sejanus on his back, removing him from his trance-like state. "C'mon, we're gonna be late in class."

The duo made their way to their classroom, well, with Coriolanus half dragging Sejanus on his side. Sejanus is shocked. SO SHOCKED. He knows this might be a prank. I mean, no one likes him inside the campus. He's a district boy, as they called him. A good-for-nothing man except for his daddy's money. Arachne's disgusting words rang through his head once again. His head aching in pain, as well as his heart.

He wants this admirer of him to be true. To finally have someone by his side that does not see him the way the others do. To have someone to hold him and someone to make him feel safe. Sejanus' hand grabbed the side of his clothes. Trying to get his mind out of the letter. He felt his heart throbbing and beating loudly. "Fuck..."

"Hmm? Are you alright, Sejanus?"

Sejanus looks at his right side, and there; a young and kind classmate that sat besides him, faced him with a worried smile. It's you...

Y/n Gaul, a rich student, whose whole life lives in the luxury and safety of the Capitol.

However, what makes you different from others is the way that you would always smile at Sejanus Plinth. Your smile is always genuine and with care. Your eyes focus on him when he talks. Always listening, always there. Heck, you never forget to ask how he is. Always making sure he's alright when the Capitol becomes too much for someone like him.

"Yes... of course. I'm alright." Sejanus gave you a small smile then lowered his head. He didn't see the way your cheeks had a soft glow of pink. The same way that the pink envelope in his locker does.

Oh sweet Sejanus had a crush on you ever since the day that the two of you met. His eyes following your movements. His eyes never fail to look at yours when your attention isn't on his.

"Well, if you need something, I'm right here, okay?" He nodded. "Thank you." Satisfied with his answer, you turn your heading in front of you. Giving your attention to the class once again.

Sejanus loves the way you smile, the way you greet him, and the way that you're a good friend of his. Oh how he wished that you were the one that gave him that envelope instead.

Sejanus is clueless and worried. Why don't they show themselves? What if they're not real? What if someone's messing with them?

"Earth to Sejanus?" Your voice is now full of worry and concern. Now, t's been a week since the sweet notes from his secret admirer keep coming. Y/n's voice didn't even reach his ears. His eyes occupied with thoughts.

"I'm sorry, y/n, but I need to go."

The next day, Sejanus devised a plan. He'd wait for his so-called 'secret admirer.' He didn't care how early he needed to be or how late he'd be in class.

'As if the academy will actually do something to me,' Sejanus thought. He waited for an hour, a little far away from where his locker was supposed to be. Time passed, and Sejanus became a little frustrated...

Did I scare them off?

Back at your end, you saw how worried Sejanus was during these passing days. His eyebrows were always furrowed, and his mouth formed a thin line. Plus, these days, he was always up in his head, almost never talking to you the way he always does.

Oh no... did he find out?

You only hoped to tell him how lovely he is without actually confronting him with it, since your heart still isn't ready. "Someday I'll confess... someday really," you said.

He might think you're becoming annoying... you know that Sejanus isn't someone like that but yet... still, anxiety creeps out to your veins. Your heart is beating very loudly, and your head is full of negative thoughts. What if he found out and hates you for giving him those envelopes?

No matter. You have to give him another envelope one way or another. An apology this time. And maybe... your last letter.

You woke up earlier than you always do. Tucking your envelope into a leather bag you owned, you ate your breakfast immediately and headed to the Academy. The birds were singing, and the sun was up. The halls of the Academy had fewer students than they usually do, probably because it's still early in the morning.

You waited for them to get going, for the halls to be empty. Finally, after some time, the halls became quiet—perfect for you to finally slide your note into Sejanus' locker.

You looked left and right, looking for anyone who might see you doing your bid. Now it somehow feels illegal. You sigh. Finally, you slid the envelope to the door of the locker that belongs to Sejanus. "So it's you?" You jumped, startled by a sudden voice that reached the back of your ears.

You looked back, and there, in his glory, Sejanus Plinth is glowing and looking much more handsome under the academy's light. "Uh... no?" Your voice was unsure, and your heart was beating. Oh my god, oh my god-- Sejanus' arm then made its way to your right, opening the door to his locker. Your eyes widened. "Oh, uh, I gotta go--"

But before you could even make a step away from his eyes, away from his warmth, you felt a hand on your arm. "Don't... Please don't go," Sejanus pleaded.

With his voice sounding so desperate, you know you have to look back. And so, you did. You faced him with a nervous look, your eyes looking everywhere but him, refusing to look at him in the eyes.

Your head now hangs below like a scolded child. "Are you...?" Sejanus' voice trailed off. He wanted to continue, to finish his sentence and ask you, but he didn't.

"Uh... uhm," you looked at his left arm, there in his hands held a pink envelope with gold ink that wrote the words:

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To: Sejanus Plinth

From: Your Admirer!

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You're caught, you know that. With no way of escaping the situation, you sigh, giving up on whatever lie you made into your head.

"Yes, Sejanus..." You heard him sigh. You wanted to look at his eyes, to tell him what you only wanted, to confess without revealing your name. Yet, you're scared.

What if he's disappointed?

What if he didn't like you back?

What if... what if

"You're unfair, you know," Sejanus started to walk much closer to you. You could smell his rich cologne, and you could feel the warmth of his body much more. "I- I- I only wanted to, uh, to, uhm, I'm sorry, Sejanus." Your eyes were now aching to let your tears out.

Sejanus gently lifted your chin, his eyes locking with yours in a shared moment of vulnerability. "Do you... like me, y/n?" You gulp. Taking a deep breath, you finally confessed your feelings to him. "Yes, Sejanus... I like you."

In the quiet hallway of the academy, both of you looked at each other's eyes with a soft intensity. A smile made its way to Sejanus's soft lips. "Me too." A delighted blush painted your cheeks, and a bright smile lit up your face as you heard his confession. "Really?" you gasp. Shocked by his words.

Sejanus chuckled. His hands caressing your cheeks. He once again repeated his words. "Yes, yes! I like you too, Y/n Gaul... so much," he admitted, his eyes crinkling as his smiles widened.

Your eyes sparkling with joy. The empty halls of the academy were then filled with a moment of realization and joy. The air felt sweet, and genuine happiness enveloped you both.

You kissed him, and he kissed you. Sejanus looked into your eyes, a silent promise forming in his mind—a commitment to always keep you happy. Sejanus made a vow. A vow to always be the source of joy in your life, a vow and silent pledge to always treat you right and protect you, no matter the costs.

Forever, he'll always be yours ready to serve you like a queen.

#hunger games #hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes #Sejanus Plinth x reader #Sejanus Plinth my loves #Sejanus Plinth #Sejanus x reader #Sejanus Plinth x you #sejanus plinth smut

[kdogreads]

Imagine Chibs coming home to you and the boys

Set in the same world as this imagine 🥰💕

You’re sitting on your covered front porch, legs comfortably folded beneath you on a cushioned metal chair. A sweating glass of lemonade sits beside you alongside a bowl of freshly cut watermelon you’d just brought out.

Thomas and Abel are running around in the grass. Abel is usually the ringmaster and designates who is the cop and who is the robber, or who is Spider-Man and who is the Green Goblin. Thomas follows his brother’s lead loyally and happily goes along in whatever game Abel’s made up this time.

You were pretty sure you’d just heard Abel tell Thomas it was his turn to be the dog when you called for them.

“Boys! I brought the watermelon out!” You projected across the lawn that was spotted with indigenous plants and your abundant love of flowers.

Both their heads zipped in your direction before bike handles and action figures were being tossed to the ground. They basically ran each other over trying to get the first piece of the sticky sweet fruit.

You let out a laugh as they clamored up the walkway to get to their snack. You placed the bowl down on the side table and they dug in, red juice dripping down their hands and onto their arms.

You slid your phone out to snap a picture of the cute, sticky mess in front of you. Big cheeses from the boys, both holding a slice bigger than their faces graced your sight. You sighed and leaned in to kiss Thomas’s head.

The sweet picture quickly pops up on Chibs’ phone. A wide smile spreads across his face as he buckles his helmet and his bike roars to life. He was so excited to get home.

You always heard him before you saw him. The boys had resumed chasing each other in the grass when the faint rumbling started.

They looked at each other and then to you, silently asking if they were hearing what they thought they were. You nodded enthusiastically and the boys erupted in giggles. Their little bodies could hardly hold their excitement in.

Abel and Thomas stayed in the grass like you’d taught them and leaned on each other trying to get a better view down the road.

Finally, Chibs came into view, turning the corner onto your street. Excited squeals almost covered the loud rumbling until he quickly cut the engine and all you could hear was a jumbled mess of, “Uncle Chibby!” “Dada!” “You’re home!”

His helmet and glasses practically flew off his face as he rushed over to the plush grass, bending down do greet both of his boys at their level.

“Hi my boys! Were ya good lads for yer Ma today?” Chibs beamed as he spoke to his sons.

Each of them set off into a detailed description of their whole day from when he left until now. You picked up mentions of popsicles, petting Uncle Happy’s dog, and helping Uncle Tiggy change a tire, but everything else was a fast-paced jumble.

Filip looked up at you amidst the adorable chaos and, ever the flirt, sent you a knowing wink. He was silently saying “just wait until it’s your turn.”

A wide smile spread across your cheeks as you adoringly watched Filip interact with your boys. He nodded and encouraged them with a “s’that so?” or “really?” every now and then.

It had been several minutes when he just couldn’t wait any longer to get his hands on you.

“Whaddaya say you lads see who can run around the house the fastest, huh?” He suggested, both boys jumping up to get in starting positions, “Ready, on yer marks, go!”

The boys shot off as fast as their short legs could carry them and Filip stepped his way up to you. You stood up and let his strong arms wrap you up in a warm, tight embrace. You melted into his chest, soaking up his musk of something crossed between sandalwood and motor oil.

“How are ye, my love?” Filip cooed info your hair.

“Better now,” You stretched your neck up to give him a sweet peck on the lips, “We had a good day, but we miss Daddy.”

“Oh, lass, dinna worry, Daddy will see to ya later tonight,” He punctuated his thought with a sharp smack to your ass.

“Filip!” You squealed and jumped a little, still wrapped up in his thick arms, “You are a pig!”

“Aye, but I’m your pig, my love.”

He tipped his head back and huffed out a laugh just as both boys rounded the corner info the front yard. You twisted your head over to see them running their hardest next to each other.

“Eww!” Abel cried out, “Are you gonna kiss?”

Filip lifted a hand to wave them off, “Yous better take another lap if you don’t wanna find out!”

Both boys took off squealing as he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, one hand still waving the boys on to keep going.

You both let out a laugh as Filip turned to settle into the oversized porch chair and pulled you down with him.

There you sat, perched on the broad thighs of the love of your life, on the front porch of the home you’d transformed into your oasis, his strong arms pulling you close as the sounds of giggles and squeals of joy began moving closer again. It seemed so simple and, yet, it seemed like everything.

“How did I get so lucky?” The words fell from your lips before you even realized.

“Nay, lass,” Filip’s calloused hands held your face gently, tilting your body until your gaze met his, “I am the lucky one.”

He kissed you again, his lips convincing you that every word he spoke was the truth.

Giggles and screeches turned into you groans and gagging noises.

“I told ya not t’look, lads! Am I no’ allowed to kiss yer Ma?”

More giggles filled the air, including yours and Filip’s, as you settled into him, happy to watch the boys run around for a few more minutes before heading inside to settle in for the evening.

#filip telford #soa chibs #chibs x reader #chibs telford x reader #chibs sons of anarchy #chibs telford imagine #chibs imagine #chibs telford #chibs telford fanfiction #soa #soa imagine #reader insert #kdogreads #sons of anarchy imagine

[anchoeritic]

step-cest w quaritch except he's extra mean because he knows you've been bragging to your friends about this 💕

he’s the extra mean step daddy: constantly picking on you, calling you lil names in public. when you two are private, it’s a whole different story. the hatred is still there, but it translates into lust. “take this fuckin’ cock,” his hands are pulling at your hair, using it to pull you back and forth off of his dick.

“stupid girl, you thought i wouldn’t find out?” he mumbles through his gritted teeth, “heard you talkin’ with ya pathetic friends about me.” his cock is going deeper into your pussy, inch-by-inch. you could only whimper in response, too deep in the bliss to comprehend his words.

“you wanna get fuckin’ caught, you want ya ma finding out about how her husband’s balls deep in her daughter?” he’s rutting harder into you, the rage in his body taking control. “always braggin’ to your friends,” he leans down, dragging the sharpness of his fangs across your delicate skin. “you gonna tell them about this, cupcake?” you’re a bundle of blabbers at this point, too consumed in the pleasure. “dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

#જ⁀➴ mail: received #jake sully smut #colonel quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #colonel quaritch x reader #tw stepcest #tw dark content #colonel quaritch x you #avatar 2022

[hyunjungjae]

[sem título]

Johnny x leitora

Avisos: menção a sangue!! johnny!dom, leitora!sub, daddy kink (primeira vez q isso aparece aq eu acho…), johnny!big dick, squirt, johnny chamando a leitora de ‘gatinha suja’ ‘vadia’ e ‘boneca’, e cara não sei se coloquei tudo, mass os mais importantes tao tudo ai.

não revisei, se houverem erros de escrita ou digitação, me avisem<3 FELIZ NATAL NÉ❤️🎄 (slk tinha até esquecido, mas finge q esse foi meu presente se natal pra vcs, faltou o embrulho e árvore p eu coloca embaixo)

Repetidamente Johnny metia por trás, você queria observar o homem, ver as gotas de suor na testa e as sobrancelhas franzidas de tesão, mas nessa posição doggystyle, não conseguia.

Quis dar uma espiada e então olhou para trás, gemendo ainda mais alto quando viu o homem extremamente concentrado em meter mais e mais fundo, saindo rápido e voltando com mais e mais força.

Quando pega você o espiando, sorri sacana, o que faz você ficar um pouco envergonhada e apenas afundar a cara no travesseiro a frente.

“Gatinha suja…gosta tanto de me observar assim?” diz ofegante e você não responde.

Mas entra em alerta quando ele se retira de dentro e te vira com tudo, fazendo você ficar cara a cara com ele, abre suas pernas, segurando-as abertas para que sua buceta ficasse totalmente a mostra.

Enfia novamente o comprimento dentro de ti, tão fundo que chega a fazer uma protuberância no teu ventre, olha para baixo e se sente tão cheia, mas quando encara Johnny, ele está olhando nos teus olhos com um sorrisinho no rosto, vendo sua cara de prazer, mordia os lábios proferindo apenas um “P-papai…” sabia que ele amava ser chamado assim por ti nessas horas.

Fecha os olhos com força se sentindo um pouco envergonhada.

“Abre os olhos, vadia. Não era eu que você queria ficar olhando, agora que pode me olhar, não vai querer?”

Geme com as palavras, se sentindo mais e mais excitada.

Sentia que poderia esguichar a qualquer momento. Por isso quando Johnny aperta sua barriga, afundando a mão, você não se segura, esguicha molhando todo o lençol, ele tira o pau e bate no seu pontinho inchado, apenas fazendo-a esguichar mais.

Quando abre os olhos, o abdômen do homem a sua frente está totalmente molhado, um sorriso de canto se faz presente no rosto lindo, mas para, em questão de segundos, enfiar aquela grossura toda novamente em ti, agora indo mais fundo que antes, acertando em cheio um pontinho maravilhoso lá.

Vendo que conseguiu acertar lá dentro, ele continua metendo para acertar o mesmo lugar, para você uma pequena dorzinha se fazia presente, por isso coloca uma mãozinha no abdômen do Suh, como um pedido silencioso para ir com calma, azar o seu que ele estava concentrado demais em te deixar sem andar.

Você aperta-o dentro de si, ele quase não conseguindo se enfiar novamente, então ali os dois chegam a um êxtase maravilhoso. “Se agora eu não te engravidei, acho que a gente vai ter que tentar mais um pouquinho de novo…” sorri sacana, vendo você sorrir e corar mais ainda na mesma hora.

Ele ainda vai e vem algumas vezes apenas pra tirar o líquido branco e deixar tudo mais molhado. Tirando o pau de dentro de ti, percebe que na pontinha há uma manchinha vermelha de sangue.

“Ih boneca, foi mal, papai te machucou hoje né?” deixa um beijinho na sua testa, “Mas você foi uma boa garota, merece sabe o que?”

“Hm…?” diz piscando lentamente, bobinha demais para entender o que acontece.

“Ir no shopping comigo, e daí vou deixar você escolher o que quiser, da loja que você quiser também.”

im just a girl🎀💕

me digam o q vcs acharam, minha linguagem do amor é palavras de afirmações 😞😞😞😞😞 /insere formiga mendiga c o saco nas costas toda fudida

#johnny nct #suh johnny #nct 127 #nct #johnny imagines #johnny scenarios #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #johnny smut

[nonuwhore]

Para o evento do seu 1 ano(🥺)

Eu vejo MUITO o Cheol numa mistura BRABA do 14 e do 40. Esse homem me deixa fraquinha, fico até triste -🍒

(obrigada desde já💕

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

14. "Não me importo, você continua gostoso/gostosa pra caralho e eu tô me controlando pra não te foder aqui e agora." + 40. "Mais forte." "Mais forte?" contém:  fluff; marido!seungcheol; discussões sobre gravidez e maternidade; smut: baby fever porque choi seungcheol desperta isso na gente; breeding e consequentemente sexo sem uso de preservativo; spit; muito dirty talk; menção a superestimulação; fingering; apelido (amor); contagem de palavras: 2k nota da autora: atenção!!!! chamando todas as minhas amigas com breeding kink e daddy issues!!!!! sim, estou ovulando, como você descobriu????? dito isso, obrigada pelo seu pedido e por participar do evento, espero que curta o resultado &lt;;3 

“Que foi, hein?”, o olhou rapidamente com uma careta e voltou a sorrir para os parentes de Seungcheol que eventualmente encontravam o seu olhar.

“Por que…?”, ele mal conseguia formular uma pergunta, tamanho era o choque.

“Por que o quê, Seungcheol?”, você já estava irritada com as encaradas nada sutis do seu marido desde o momento que saíram de casa.

“Por que você tá tão linda?”, não parecia um elogio, soava mais como se você tivesse mentido para ele uma vida toda.

“Eu só botei um vestido, pelo amor de Deus!”, você o censurou, sentindo vontade de xingá-lo em voz alta por estar te fazendo se sentir envergonhada, mas a tia dele passou na hora e você a cumprimentou com carinho.

No momento que você colocou o pé pra fora do quarto, na madrugada daquele dia, com sua mala cheia de coisas que você provavelmente não usaria no final de semana e um vestido florido acompanhado de uma maquiagem delicada e um salto ponta quadrada que nunca mais sairia do seu armário, você já estava arrependida. Seungcheol te olhou como se a esposa dele tivesse sido substituída durante a noite, mas ao mesmo tempo não conseguia expressar exatamente o que estava sentido. Vocês fizeram o trajeto até a fazenda em que o aniversário da sobrinha dele aconteceria em silêncio, você fingindo que ele não te observava como se fosse um animal silvestre enquanto olhava seu celular e ele tentando processar o que diabos estava acontecendo.

Em defesa de Seungcheol, você não era a esposa mais feminina do mundo. Ele te conheceu em uma oficina de grafite e seu estilo sempre foi mais ligado ao streetwear com cores escuras e estampadas de hip hop, nenhuma maquiagem e zero esforço para fazer o seu cabelo obedecer, e se apaixonou tão rapidamente pela sua risada estranha e seu ímpeto revolucionário que te pediu em casamento em cinco meses de namoro. Você recusou, educadamente, mas aceitou na décima vez que ele propôs, um ano depois. 

E ele te amava tanto, não importava se você usasse um saco de lixo preto, mas naquele vestido com decote “v” profundo nas costas, dando uma visão paradisíaca da pele que era a perdição dele, e com a saia em formato de “A”, que fazia parecer que seu corpo flutuava toda vez que suas pernas se colocavam uma na frente da outra, você não estava colaborando para o bom funcionamento do cérebro dele. Enquanto você brincava com a aniversariante, e parecia se divertir muito mais que ela enquanto modulava a massinha em formato de patinhos, e se sentiu tão sortudo por te ter e principalmente por você ter aceitado ser a mãe dos filhos dele. 

“Sua sobrinha é uma gracinha! A gente acertou muito escolhendo esse kit, ano que vem acho que já rola um kit de laboratório, ela vai ficar maluca misturando os vidrinhos e-”, você parou quando viu ele te assistir tagarelar, tirando o cabelo do seu ombro com cuidado e te dando aquela expressão enamorada de quem está a um passo de te jogar no ombro e sair correndo. “Você tá muito estranho hoje, sério…”, você o acusou, como se não tivesse feito uma mudança assombrosa na própria aparência. 

“Você parece que saiu de um conto de fadas e eu sou o errado?!”

“Você tá dizendo que em outros dias eu não pareço que sai de um conto de fadas?”, você jogou para ele de novo, sabendo muito bem que não era isso que ele queria dizer.

Seungcheol riu, ofendido e preocupado. “Não se faz de idiota, eu não preciso dizer que qualquer roupa que você use é sempre um obstaculo, e não um estimulo”, se aproximou do seu rosto, beijando a pele perto da sua orelha e deslizando o nariz vagarosamente em toda a região. Você sentiu sua nuca reagir automaticamente e o empurrou.

“Eu sou uma adulta, não posso ficar me vestido como uma adolescente nesse tipo de evento. Suas tias já não me levam a sério…”, você comeu um salgadinho olhando uma fila de crianças correrem em direção a cama elástica que estava sendo montada.

“Quando a opinião de um monte de velha começou a ser importante pra você?”, ele pousou a mão na sua cintura, te trazendo para mais perto, e te escutando.

“Se eu vou ser mãe, preciso começar a agir como uma, não? Isso inclui me deixar influenciar pela vontade de gente mais velha e fingir que tudo isso é o normal”, ele riu do seu tom de ironia, mas não deixou de notar a sua referência a maternidade. 

“Mãe? E quando eu vou ter autorização pra fazer um filho em você?”, a mão da cintura deslizou para o quadril e deslizaria mais se não o beslicasse antes.

“Não faz isso… Seu pai tá olhando pra cá”, você tomou um gole de refrigerante, tentando disfarçar o quanto a expressão fazer um filho em você tinha mexido com a sua cabeça.

"Não me importo, você continua gostosa pra caralho e eu tô me controlando pra não te foder aqui e agora."

“Choi Seungcheol!”, você disse depois de se desengasgar com o líquido e o olhou, exasperada. Ele, por sua vez, nunca esteve tão relaxado e te encarava como, se na cabeça dele, já estivesse te engravidando nesse mesmo momento. “Só… Tenta se controlar na frente da sua família, ok?”

“Me controlar? Com você linda desse jeito? Agradeça que eu ainda não te arrastei pro banheiro e-”

“Fica longe de mim, ok?”, você disse colocando um braço esticado entre vocês, se separando fisicamente dele antes que você mesma implorasse pra ser arrastada para o banheiro. 

Durante o jantar você percebeu que seu marido tomava mais vinho que o normal e torceu para que isso significasse que ele ia se acalmar, mesmo que há cada cinco minutos ele te lançasse um olhar de predador do outro lado da mesa e um “eu vou acabar com você” silencioso quando ninguém estava olhando. E você sabia que aquilo não era uma ameaça, e sim um aviso, um aviso que você começava a desejar ser verdade, porque os cabelos caindo em camadas no rosto, as bochechas e os lábios rosados pelo álcool e o olhar embevecido pela bebida e pelo desejo dele estavam te influenciando. 

Mas quando finalmente vocês chegaram no quarto e, se jogando na cama ele simplesmente desligou, você ficou triste. Foi em direção ao banheiro e tomou um longo banho, tirando a fantasia de princesa e voltando para a camiseta de rock roubada do seu marido. Enquanto se lavava refletia sobre como seu plano inicial não era causar esse efeito nele, mas como você tinha gostado da atenção que recebeu e principalmente como ele parecia faminto por você. Você tinha criado algumas expectativas, mas parecia que vocês tinha perdido o timing. 

Ouviu a porta do banheiro se abrir lentamente e puxando a cortina, Seungcheol te encarava sem camisa enquanto retirava a calça, te mostrando a ereção preponderante. “Tá fugindo de mim?”

Sua risada foi a mais genuína antecipando os movimentos do seu marido. “Você que desmaiou lá no quarto” apontou, enquanto o via entrar debaixo do chuveiro com você. Molhou o cabelo, os penteado para trás, e te prendeu contra a parede. 

“Foi só um pitstop, já tô novinho em folha”, e levantando seu corpo, enlaçou suas pernas na cintura enquanto apoiava seu peso na cerâmica fria. Você soltou um gemido baixo pelo contato com o material gelado, mas principalmente pela força que Seungcheol fazia para segurar seu corpo, apertando a pele na sua bunda. “Você não ficou brava sobre como eu me comportei hoje, né?”, perguntou, analisando sua expressão.

“Por que eu ficaria brava com meu marido cheio de tesão por mim?”, você riu da insegurança boba dele e prendeu os dedos nos fios longos lavados pela água. “Você curtiu tanto assim?” 

“Porra, você não tem noção do que você naquele vestido fez comigo. Eu te amo de qualquer jeito e não preciso de muito pra querer te foder, mas hoje… Eu nunca senti tanta vontade de te ver afundar no meu pau”, os dentes dele prenderam seus lábios te assistindo soltar um lamurio baixo. Seus braços se penduraram nos ombros dele e sua cintura se movimentou para cima e para baixo, sentido o membro cumprido por toda a extensão da sua intimidade.

“Então me fode logo, por favor”, você implorou e ele gemeu contra a sua boca, sentido ficar ainda mais duro com o timbre da sua voz.

Desligando o registro de água, Seungcheol te carregou em direção ao quarto e te jogou na cama, subindo em cima de você, ofegante, enquanto suas mãos passeavam pelo corpo do homem, a boca mordendo a pele firme e o fazendo rosnar. Cuspindo na sua intimidade e espalhando o líquido usando o próprio pau, sabendo bem que nem você nem ele teriam paciência para preliminares naquele momento, se inseriu dentro de você. Seus olhos se reviraram com tanta força enquanto ele fazia isso que ele sentiu a necessidade de segurar seu rosto na direção dele, te fazendo o encarar, mas principalmente olhar para como sua entrada se alargava para ele. Você soltou um gemido longo com a visão e jogou a cabeça novamente para atrás, se sentido tão cheia de Seungcheol e querendo que a sensação durasse para sempre.  

O quadril passou a se mover lentamente, atingindo o lugar certo dentro de você sem dificuldade. “Caralho, você é tão grande… Mais forte." 

"Mais forte?", ele riu e sentiu o pau vibrar dentro de você, “Amor, cuidado com o que você pede…”

“Cumpre sua promessa. Acaba comigo”, sua voz instável e a cintura indo contra a dele era tudo que ele precisava para deixar que os instintos mais íntimos tomassem o controle. Colocando suas pernas nos ombros, ele se apoiou na cama usando os braços e te fodeu com tanta força que uma veia saltou na testa. Seu corpo se contorcia com quão fundo e com quão rápido ele se metia dentro de você, fazendo a cama toda acompanhar os movimentos. Você agradeceu por vocês terem ficado com o quarto da casa de visitas, porque sua única reação ao rosnados e as palavras desconexas que ele te dava era gemer o nome dele, em um pedido reprimido de que ele não parasse.

“Você vai me encher de porra, não vai? Vai me dar um filho seu?”, você segurava o rosto dentre entre as mãos, apreciando cada ruguinha que surgia no rosto dele toda vez que ele te estocava. Ele abriu os olhos, até agora fechados de tanto prazer, e te encarou cheio de luxuria.

“É sério? Você ‘tá falando sério?”, disse diminuindo os movimentos e sentindo que gozaria ali mesmo.

 Você riu da cara de surpreso, como se ele não tivesse te provocado exatamente sobre isso algumas horas atrás. “Você não disse que queria minha autorização? Eu ‘tô te dando, faz um filho em mim. Porra, quero ficar cheia de você pra sempre…” sua voz falhou, sentindo o propro orgasmo crescer toda vez que ele te acertava fundo. Fechou os olhos e ouviu Seungcheol gemer, alto e em bom som, enquanto dentro de si um, dois, três jatos quentes te preenchiam. Você gemeu de volta, ainda não chegando no próprio climax, mas adorando a sensação do homem em cima de você tremer e choramingar enquanto ejaculava dentro de você, alongado e dolorosamente. 

Ele te encontrou sorrindo, encantada com como o assistia entregar tudo que tinha. Se retirou se você, vendo um pouco do líquido branco deslizar para fora e rapidamente, com três dedos, o empurro para dentro. “Não vamos desperdiçar, tá bom? Quero que você guarde tudinho aí”, disse com a boca na sua orelha e segurando seu corpo com um braço, te fodeu com as digitais, usando a mesma força e velocidade de antes, e não parou mesmo quando você já tinha atravessado seu orgasmo e se retorcia com a sensibilidade.

   “Isso foi golpe baixo”, disse rindo, depois que vocês recuperaram parcialmente o fôlego.

“O que foi golpe baixo?”

“Me dizer pra te encher, quando você sabia que eu ‘tava muito perto”, ele te puxou pelo pulso, trazendo você pra mais junto dele.

Você riu de volta, não se dando conta do que tinha feito. “Não foi de propósito… Eu só ‘tava com muito tesão”, você o beijou, subindo no colo dele e sentido ele pressionar seu quadril para baixo. Você choramingou, dolorida pela quantidade de impacto, mas sentido sua entrada, que estava em contato com o membro dele, pulsar de novo.

“Você sempre sabe o que dizer e quando dizer… Droga, acho que tô ficando duro de novo”, disse quando sentiu sua boca morder o pescoço e o peito rigido, o provocando com sexo ainda ensopado.

“Ótimo, porque acho que uma tentativa só não foi suficiente.”

#seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #scoups fanfic #choi seungcheol fanfic #scoups x you #scoups x reader #scoups x y/n #scoups x s/n #scoups x você #scoups x leitora #scoups x female reader #scoups drabble #seventeen fanfic pt br #scoups smut #scoups imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #kpop smut #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol scenarios #grande evento de aniversário de 1 ano do nonuwhore #seungcheol smut

[look-at-the-soul]

Love will keep you up all night

Tommy Shelby x Y/N (one shot)

I wrote this short story for @runnning-outof-time for the 500 followers celebration!!! 🎉 🥳 🍷 congratulations!!!! To many more followers and many more incredible stories! 💕

I used the prompt: Just please stop screaming...will you?

It’s a very fluff story, I just thought behind a hard cover gangster there’s a little girl keeping her daddy around her finger.

The house was quiet when he finally exited his office, all the lights were off, the kids in bed, everything around in peace. Making his way to the master bedroom, as he got inside his tie undone, half the buttons of his shirt open. Throwing it on the chair in the corner, he got his shoes off, his undershirt landed on the chair as well. He watched you sleeping stealing half of his side of the bed, the sheets were tangled so trying not to wake you up, he pulled them over to cover your shoulder.

Just as Tommy saw the light outside, he tried to hurry up to the crib in the room next door, but the thunder was loud enough to make him think the sky would fall apart. He was late though, his baby girl started crying before he could place his arms around her.

“Shh, shh it’s alright my girl, just a storm.” Tommy tried to calm the crying baby that was lying now in his arms.

He could hear the sound of the rain pouring outside, thinking it would soothe her, he walked to the window. But another thunder interrupted the Romani poem he started whispering to his daughter, earning a loud cried from her small lungs.

“It’s okay, Daddy is here.”

It wasn’t her feed time yet and she was clean, so he tried switching the position in which she was lying in his arms and leaned Marian against his bare chest, her big blue eyes looked up at him through her wet lashes, her little face flushed by the endless crying. The girl wrapped her little arms around his neck, content to see a familiar face.

“There it is, see? We don’t need to wake mummy.” He declared triumphant, he could be a tough gangster and successful Member of the Parliament but behind the closed doors of Arrow House, Marian had him wrapped around little her finger.

But his success was overshadowed by another loud set of crying, as if someone was hurting her. Her loud screams would wake up everyone not just in Warwickshire but down to Watery Lane.

“Mummy is really, really tired, she says I’m not around much… so let’s just keep it down so she can sleep, ey?”

The answer he got wasn’t the one he was hoping for, as Marian’s cries continued to grow. He wondered how such a small creature could scream at the top of her lungs.

“Just please stop screaming...will you?” His thumb wiped the tears from her face, his tender, deep voice got her attention. “I will tell you the story when I met Y/N, your mummy.”

As the cries subsided, little sobs came out of her chest.

“Let’s see… I will start at the beginning.” Tommy chuckled slightly. He seated on the couch, the one year old curled up on his chest, finally settling down. Tommy arched his back uncomfortable taking in his hand the little intruder, a stuffed teddy bear missing one ear. Y/N sewed it in an attempt to fix it. He had bought Marian different new bears with both ears but the girl seemed to only want the broken one. “Look, little bear wants to hear this story too.”

Marian hugged tight the bear and leaned against her daddy one more time. Her eyelashes tickled his jaw.

“I had business to do with an inspector and the fu-” he cut himself from cursing in front of his little girl. “Ducking man left me waiting at the church and you know I don’t like people playing with me time huh?”

Marian yawned, without an ounce of interest.

“Here comes the good part, hang on.” Tommy kissed the top of her curls. “Your Ma was around the corner, praying, she heard me cursing and accidentally dropped a bible. I pointed my gun at her and she fainted.” Tommy raised his eyebrows at the memory. “I was freaking out, I had to get some holy water to wake her up.”

Marian tried to keep up with the story but her eyelids felt heavy as her dad’s voice rocked her to sleep plus the comfort of his arms around her small body felt much better than her crib.

“We met at the most unexpected place, ironically the place I avoided and disliked so much, if there’s a God out there, must have laughed at me that day, since it is a place where everyone goes to ask the unknown for some kind of hope. I was hopeless back then, but your mummy made me realize right there that even a man like me could find a ray of hope, and here we are years later with your three brothers, Cyril and a beautiful girl.” Looking down at her, she was completely drifted away probably dreaming of her beautiful white horse Snowy. Another gift he got the day she was born. “The first time I took you for a ride, Y/N was scared, but as soon as we saw you started clapping and babbling happily we knew that you shared our love for horses.”

His finger touched her little hand thinking how perfect and tiny his baby was.

“I still don’t know how did I get so lucky, I will never understand what she saw in me.” His thumb outlined her little nose, then her chubby cheek. “When she woke up, I took her home and used the most ridiculous excuse to touch her, she was scared at first and asked me to leave, but you know me…” his little girl sighted against his body. “I’m a little stubborn, that’s where you got it from, but don’t tell your mummy I said that.” The little bear Marian was holding, almost fell to the floor, but Tommy caught it before it crashed. “It’s funny how much you like this stuff, the first thing I bought for you when you were born, it’s old and probably Cyril ate the ear that’s missing, just so you know that mummy sew it to keep it going and I can’t help but think that’s exactly what she did with me…” his mind trailing off to the endless memories they had shared over the years, you took care of him when the Sabini men attacked him, never flinched when he raised his voice to the other people in the room. But when Y/N Shelby gifted him with his precious children his heart felt so full of love he could explode.

“She rejected me so many times I really thought she didn’t like me, but Polly, yeah… your aunt Polly helped me, said was an extraordinary woman I shouldn’t let her go, and she was right, ey? I’d visit her for weeks, asked her out and she kept saying no, I tried to take her to the pictures, that was a no, tried to take her shopping in London, the best boutiques just for her, that didn’t impress her, you know when she said yes? When I suggested a ride on Dangerous, if only I knew back then she loved horses that much I would have filled her back yard. And look at the woman I got you to be your mummy, she is the most caring, intelligent, kind human, don’t know how she can keep up with all my sh- stuff.” A tender smile appeared on his lips. “She raised the bar so much, it’s off limits.” His little girl stirred on his chest only to get comfortable again seconds later. “And the day she married me, was the happiest day of me life, or that’s what I thought, then Charlie was born, and that was my second happiest day, then Joseph, one year later it was Michael, until finally, my little princess arrived, and don’t tell your brothers, but I think that was the happiest day of my life.” Tommy whispered. “Can you stay like this forever?” He saw her back rise and fall. “I don’t know where I would be without your mum, she is incredible.”

His gaze fixed on the family portrait next to the lamp.

His fingers traced a little circle in her back. “How about we do a picnic tomorrow when you wake up? Bet your mummy will like it.” Tommy closed his eyes as his lips found their way to his little girl’s forehead.

“Maybe she got a hard hit in the head when she fainted, because from that day on we couldn’t stay away from each other.”

“You keep blaming this to the fall?” Your soft voice interrupted his story. Tommy slowly straightened from the couch with his daughter against his body. There you were leaned against the door frame.

Carefully as if handling a fragile bomb, Tommy walked towards the crib. Before placing his daughter in it and tucking her in, as well as the bear, Tommy kissed her forehead with all the love he had to give.

You walked to the table and opened the music box that was hiding a ballerina, the soft music started filling the room.

You both stared at your little girl, it was hard to believe she was so calm now when earlier she tried to ride Cyril.

“How long have you been there?” He asked while your arms hugged him from behind.

You heard everything, the moment your daughter started crying you woke up, but decided to listen to their little conversation, you cherished moments like this knowing in an instant they would be gone.

“Long enough.” Without breaking the embrace, you made him walk through your daughter’s room until reached your own. “I think the picnic is a fantastic idea.” You admitted with an inviting smile against the back of his neck. The rain still drumming against the windows.

“I’m taking the day off.” Tommy declared.

“But it’s Sunday.”

“Exactly.”

“Can’t believe you remember it.”

“Love, I remember everything.”

Walking from behind him, you turned on the lamp on his bedside table.

“Then I might need some help to remember something else…” Your fingertips outlined the front of the silk robe, your eyes on his at all times. Until finally, you let the fabric slip from your shoulders to the floor, pooling around your ankles.

Licking his lips with the hunger you missed, Tommy smirked, in one long stride, he was on you, his hands on your waist, his lips on yours, invading your mouth.

Over the years he has had many sleepless nights hearing the shovels against the wall, thinking his enemies would come after his family.

But not tonight, it was different this time.

Sometimes it’s love what will keep you up all night.

#That’s what Cill said #tommy shelby #cillian murphy #tommy shelby imagine #cillian murphy imagine #tommy shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinders fan fiction #tommy shelby x y/n #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n

[an1meslvt]

|keep it down baby|

tag: dom!riri x blackfemreader

warning: smut (18+), pussy eating, fingering, dom!riri, sub!reader, slight daddy kink, fluff at the end:)

summary: you’re a bit needy and you can’t wait til everyone is asleep:) (very short)

“baby chill! it’s only 30 more minutes until lights out, then we can do whatever we want.” riri tried to sound stern, but the way you straddled her lap and kissed her neck made her sharp tone falter. “mm mm daddy, can’t wait. need you now.” you moaned slightly as the friction from your humping was getting stronger.

“fuck ma. everyone will hear.” she tried so hard to say no, but you felt so good. “then let them hear baby. so they can know who fucks me good every day and night.” that’s all riri needed. “shit. lay on yo back ma.” she flipped you both over, her body in between your legs.

“i’ll give you what you want, but you have to be quiet.” she began to kiss down your neck, to your breast, to your stomach, all the way to your leaking pussy. “you wet from a lil kissin mami? you leaking through yo shorts.” she pulled your shorts down your legs, throwing them carelessly.

“keep your fucking legs open, don’t run, and don’t make too much noise. you break these rules…you don’t cum. you understand?” she said sternly, causing you to nod timidly. “good.” she didn’t waste no time, diving into your cunt, slurping and sucking like a starved animal.

“fuck, daddy! put your tongue in it.” you whined, causing her to slap your thigh. “i told you to be quiet! do i need to gag you?” you quickly shook your head. she looked at you one last time before diving back into your pussy.

“i want this pussy to cream for me. can you do that mama? can you cream for daddy?” she taunted, entering two fingers. your body shook as her fingers hit your g-spot. “yes daddy! i’m gonna cream for you.” you said as quietly as possible, holding on to her free hand for support.

finally you came undone, creaming all over her fingers as you promised. riri mumbled a quick “good girl.” before take out her fingers to taste you. “mmmm baby, you taste so sweet. you wanna do sum else or you done?” she asked you sweetly. “maybe later, i’m a lil tired now.” you said snuggling into her. she smiled and kissed your cheek. “ok baby.”

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

©️an1meslvt

author: this was really fun to write. thanks to @prettymuchboodup for requesting this! make sure to leave more request guys! 🫶🏾💕

#riri x fem reader #riri williams x reader #riri williams x black!fem!reader #riri williams smut

[thatmexisaurusrex]

For the Sambucky romance ask: 💕

SamBucky Romance Asks

Ooh, "💕 Who Fell First"! Great option, Leslie 😆 It was so good, I accidentally 😂 wrote enough to post on AO3, so it's on there too 😂 I hope you enjoy this little fic! 🥰

Link to AO3 version!

Plum Jam

Sam hadn't meant to bump into the man when he was at the grocery store.

Honestly, Sam's entire day had been a bit of a mess.

Sam had talked to Steve about Riley earlier that day. And it wasn't that Sam didn't like thinking about Riley. Sam loved to remember the ridiculous dad jokes Riley loved to tell; he loved how Riley would find a way to tangle himself in Sam's personal space whenever he had the opportunity; Sam loved how Riley's arm always rested on his chest when they slept like a comforting weight.

But thinking back to that moment.

Back to the fall.

Sam always forgot how much pain that dredged up in him. How it could feel as if that guilt and heartbreak were fresh again, like a reopened wound.

Sam had asked to go home early when he realized how unfocused he was at the VA after that. He had gone home and realized he had no food, and without really thinking about how he could have just ordered in, decided to go to the grocery store.

And now, Sam was bumping into random strangers.

"Sorry," said Sam, frazzled as he noticed and picked up the plum jam on the ground that had thankfully not broken during the fall, "I'm all over the place. Here."

Sam extended the plum jam to the man.

The man wore mostly leather, with a baseball cap on greasy, long hair that needed a brush and a mask Sam assumed had to be heavy duty - maybe the man had a cold?

The man didn't look down at the jam.

No.

He stared at Sam with piercing blue eyes that pinned Sam where he stood. He stared at Sam as if Sam were the first person he had seen after a long coma. He started at Sam as if Sam had just moved mountains, had just performed a miracle.

He stared at Sam like Sam was the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life.

Sam's face heated at that thought, because, no, not everyone Sam bumped into at the grocery store thought Sam was hot. Sam wasn't going to feed into that idea.

"I'll... put it back on the shelf," said Sam, about to place the jam back before the man's hand instantly reached for the jam.

His hand wrapped around both Sam's fingers and the jam.

"Bucky!" blurted the man, still holding the jar of jam with Sam.

It felt like they were holding hands.

Sam couldn't find it in himself to let go.

"My name is Bucky," said the man as if he was only certain of that fact at this very moment.

Sam couldn't help but answer back, "I'm Sam."

Bucky didn't look down at the jam. He kept looking into Sam's eyes. Sam couldn't keep holding onto the jam with this man, could he?

"You like plums?" asked Sam, which sounded awkward when he was saying it.

"Do I - " Bucky started before turning his gaze to the jar, "... I guess I do."

Weird way to answer that.

"My Ma, when she was very young, used to go to this one stand in Constanța that had these fresh plums," continued Bucky, his voice soft, "She would look everywhere for plums that reminded her of home. When she found some we could afford, she would scrounge up whatever supplies we had at home and try to make găluște cu prune - plum dumplings. She could never make them as well as her bunica, but I always loved them."

Sam couldn't see the smile, but he could feel it. This man reminded of home and family by something so small.

"We had this pecan tree in the back of our house - we still do, my sister owns our family home now," Sam explained, "And my mama would have us help her pick pecans and make pralines. It was usually during a Saturday afternoon and our entire house would smell like pralines for days. She talked about how her own mama had taught her, and her mama's daddy had taught her. And when I miss her, sometimes I'll buy a thing of pecans and try to make pralines."

"You're beautiful," Bucky said, stumbling before correcting himself, "That's beautiful. That's."

Sam really needed to stop basically holding hands with this man.

Bucky was wearing these gloves, these fingerless gloves. Sam wasn't sure if he had ever seen fingerless leather gloves before, but here they were, on this man.

There was a distinct contrast between the gloves and Bucky's fingers.

The gloves were smooth; a soft, thick black leather that felt almost comforting.

Bucky's fingers were calloused to hell and back. They rubbed on Sam like a strangely addictive sandpaper. They radiated heat; they were almost scorching to the touch without the leather. But it was a nice heat; the type you nestled in after a long, tiring day at work.

Sam wanted to crawl into that heat and close his eyes.

Fuck.

Why was Sam still holding onto this jar?

"I'm not even sure why I'm in this aisle," Sam confessed, "I meant to just get myself a roast chicken."

Which sounded sad. It was a little sad. But hey, a man can live alone and eat pre-cooked chicken if he wanted to.

"They roast the chicken for you?" asked Bucky, as if he had never been to a grocery store in his life.

"Yeah. They do," said Sam, still holding the jam with Bucky, "I usually shred it up, put it on some rice with some veggies I cook with the rice. Shishito peppers and onions and garlic. Pretty simple easy meal."

"Sounds delicious," said Bucky, still gazing into Sam's eyes as if they were the only things for miles.

"It can be," said Sam as he finally, finally, let go of the jam, "I should probably get that chicken for it. Hope you like the plum jam."

"Yeah," said Bucky as he straightened his back and cleared his throat, "Yeah. Thank you for the jam."

Sam walked away from Bucky. He could still feel Bucky's gaze on him as he left the aisle.

#sambucky ask game #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #first to fall #meet cute #tooth rotting fluff #canon divergent catws #past sam wilson/riley #my fics #Plum Jam

[harlowsbby]

You thought I was feeling you?

Liked by jackharlowsoure, everyone loves yourinstagramname, and 900 others.

theshaderoom looks like hollywoods favorite couple calls it quits with these latest shady post and it seems like the two unfollowed one another. What’s the tea ☕️ 👀

jackharlowsource why don’t you give them privacy instead of blasting it out everywhere 🙄

everythingyourname about time babes left that man he was a player

jackharlownews I hope we get that heartbreak album real soon

druski2funny @jackharlow dammit I was routing for you two now you fucked everything up dammit

lilnasx @druski2funny keep your hoe of a bestie your way he got my girly in tears

Liked by lilnasx, druski2funny, jaydawayda, indiaroyale, sza, chloebailey and 1,400,000 others.

yourinstagramname I’m obsessed with my boo @icespicee new song munch ( feelin’ you ) definitely the perfect song to end hot girl summer.

icespicee thank you babe I love you cutie 🥴🤍

jaydawayda body 🥴🥴

sza you ain’t need him no way bby just come slide over my way 😏🤍

chloebailey so I’m hearing you single? Got plans on Friday 🫣🤍

druski2funny DAMN Jack sure did lose a baddie because DAMN

lilnasx @druski2funny get your thirsty ass away porky the pig. She don’t want no pop belly man

druski2funny @lilnasx man you be everywhere but the studio it’s giving one hit wonder

Liked by urbanwyatt, druski2funny, chrisbrownofficial, kehlani and 2,690,000 others.

jackharlow let’s not act like your 😼 wasn’t just calling my name

urbanwyatt gotta blast 👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯

druski2funny you know her fans are gonna come for you now man 😯

chrisbrownofficial 😯😯😯

kehlani smh a true pisces man 🙄

lilnasx not too much on my girl now you that’s why you out here looking like you got no neck

latto777 @lilnasx YOU AINT LYIN THOUGH

yourinstagramname it’s funny how you forgot to mention you were the one texting and calling me and begging me for one more chance.

lilnasx @yourinstagramname POP OFF FRIEND

Liked by lilnasx, normani, sza, kehlani, druski2funny, urbanwyatt and 3,500,000 others.

yourinstagramname ass too fat can’t fit in no jeans, he mad as fuck I won’t give him a chance.

lilnasx maybe I am straight 🧍🏾🫣

normani inchessssss 😫

sza I’m lookinnnnnn 👀

urbanwyatt 👨🏼‍🦯👀

druski2funny lord please just one night please

lilnasx @urbanwyatt @druski2funny get y’all’s thirsty asses outta here

jackharlow you gone give me another chance ma?

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yourinstagramname bare face for the vmas.. also congrats baby daddy for the 4 wins 🥴🤍 you’ll get your special surprise tonight

jackharlow @yourinstagramname thank you ma can’t wait for later 👀

druski2funny so y’all back together? Man I wanted to shoot my shot smh 🙄

lilnasx girl I’m done with you EVERYTIME you get back with this man

sza I love you regardless but next time don’t come crying to me about this man boo #supporting from a distance

normani no face no case

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jackharlow postin some flicks of my mini me from vma weekend.. that tongue definitely works magic currently working it’s magic now 😏.

lilnasx a warning next time would be appreciated please and thank you 🫣🫣🫣

urbanwyatt sigh I got no sleep this past weekend because of them two of them.. guess I’ll stay at the mall a bit longer

claybornharlow now jackman you know mom follows you right

sza as y’all fucking should

( this kinda don’t make sense but fuck it I was feeling it so enjoy pookie bears 💕 )

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

[markie-baby]

If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹AngstFluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest. 🌹20 notes, and I'll release pt. 2 ~

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

~

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

~

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

~

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

~

To Be Continued.

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[legacyshenanigans]

Greetings lovely Drabble Queen! (ꈍᴗꈍ) 💜💕

You know how much I love your Gaunts (and their problems). 😂💕💚 So, I was talking with floodl about Mama Gaunt's flaws...

Could you maybe write something about Mama Gaunt fighting with Daddy Gaunt about his drinking problems, but later in the evening she's sneaking away to go to some underground gambling place with house elf fights? 😂

Like cockfights, but with house elves. I'm so sorry! 🙈🤣👍💚

I couldn't find a better GIF... 😂🙈

LMAO Kiwi! 🤣🤣 I love you and @floodl8 so much 💜

So we've got an alcoholic Pa and a Ma who likes Gambling 🤣 I could do a little something.

House of Gaunt 💚

Ophelia: For goodness sake *frowns*

Aleister: What my beloved?!

Ophelia: Having another drink are we?

Aleister: Oh don't start with me *clicks his tongue* So I like a drink, so what?

Ophelia: *sighs* Have a little grace and decorum, Aleister..

(Later that evening)

Ophelia: Volo?

Marvolo: Yes, mother?

Ophelia: *looks out into the halls to see if anyone else is around before she has a hush hush conversation with Marvolo* I'm off to the fight den Dear..Who do you think I should bet on tonight? Its House Elf night..

Marvolo: *chuckles* ..Who's fighting?

Ophelia: I believe Kristoff Willows House Elf Barnabas and Theo Redwins House Elf Beast are fighting. I wager I should put money on Beast? *chuckles*

Marvolo: You'd think wouldn't you? *smirks* Put your money on Barnabas..Trust me...Redwins all bark no bite, and so is his House Elf..Dont let the name Beast fool you, Mother.

Ophelia: Ah, very well *smiles* Well, I should be off *turns to leave*

Aleister: *stood in the doorway* Well well well *wicked grin*

Ophelia: Darling?! I-

Aleister: So I can't have a little drink? But you can spend MY money on gambling? Hmm? *raises a brow*

Ophelia: *small pompous frown*

Aleister: *leans towards her* Truly is the pot calling the kettle black, my Dear. *chuckles*

~

#the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt

[mauvecherie-writes]

Where You Belong.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Black f!Reader

summary: things implode but when the reality hits, it’s probably best you stay where you are … Bad For You final part …

warning: NSFW 18+, MINORS DNI, smut, rpf, greyish/darkish!Lewis, dirty talk, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, choking, creampie, arguing, lots of dialogue, enabling behaviours, toxic relationship dynamic (this is more of a precaution bc the two of them have dubious morals).

notes: please leave feedback 💕

word count: 7.7K

Who knew so much should change in two months? From going to see Lewis whenever you could, to seeing him everyday. Why? Because in a moment of absolute insanity you decided to work from home which left you the opportunity to travel with Lewis when he needed to but the majority of the time you were either at your place or at his penthouse. You were at his place a lot because Roscoe - in his old age - did not like being moved around too much. Which was fair, you loved that dog and he could damn near get you to do anything for him.

Tonight, you were back at your place since tomorrow morning you were going back to the office because despite loving the bubble you and Lewis were in, you needed to get back to reality.

“Why do you need to go back to work?” Lewis mumbled as he placed soft kisses along the skin of your leg. “Working remotely has been doing wonders.”

You giggled as his short stubble and braids tickled your skin. He looked up at you with his gorgeous toffee brown eyes and fuck you almost melted and gave into his commands.

“Not all of us can be multi-millionaire Formula One drivers who outside of their sporting schedule can do what they want.”

“I can fund any and everything you need, just say the word.”

“I know baby but I’m not your sugar baby.”

“No, you’re my woman and I want to take care of you.” You bit your lip as you tried to hide your grin. You looked down at him as he moved up your body until his lips were near yours.

“Oh yeah? When did we establish that?” You enquired as you grabbed his face into your hands.

“You’ve always been mine but when you turned up at my place two months ago and told me from your lips that you were mine, it was written in stone.” You almost whimper as he captures your lips and pushes his tongue into your mouth. He shifted onto his knees so that you were on your back and he was hovering above you with his hands on either side of your head. The way he took your breath away with just one kiss should be studied. You melted into his touch as the moulding of his lips felt utterly boneless. And once he pulled away, your thoughts were left so scattered that left your eyes closed and your forehead pressed against his as your body was left wanting for more.

Lewis chuckled. “I’m going to go take a shower, the food should be here in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” You whispered as he pulled away from you but did not leave without a squeeze to your thigh which left a lingering heat in between your thighs. You giggled as you watched the tattoos on his back ripple as he walked towards the bathroom.

It was such a cliche but Lewis set off butterflies in your stomach but a warmth lingered along with it. For years, you had hidden how you felt for Lewis and now you were at a point where you didn’t need to hide it. How Lewis felt for you made you feel more confident in your affection towards him. How it all started was incredibly unconventional but the longer you basked in his presence, the more you didn’t care about how it started. It was easy not to think about your previous relationship when she was all so consumed with another in such a short span of time.

You finally got out of bed and dressed in a pair of house shorts and Lewis’s discarded hoodie. Making sure that your hair was secured in your bonnet, you left your bedroom and just as you were approaching the open living room, a knock came to your door. However, as you passed by the security system, you saw that it was Jared waiting instead of the delivery man that you had been expecting. Dread filled your body immediately as you stalled in your movement as you continued looking at the screen.

What was he doing here? You asked yourself.

You had tried to contact him but he had ignored all attempts from your behalf and eventually you gave up. He had been so hell bent on never speaking to you again thus you let it go trying to fix things. So what was he here for?

You took a deep breath and approached your door and slowly opened it. With the widening of the gap, it revealed his dishevelled face to you. The restless expression on his face and the bags underneath his eyes showed that time had not been kind to him.

“Jared.”

“YN.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

“Oh, so now you wanna talk?” You quipped your eyebrow.

“I needed time to process the abruptness of it all. You owed me that.” Hearing that, you couldn’t blame him so you shrugged your shoulders. “Can I come in?” He asked.

“Now is not a good time.” You mumbled and a look of defeat quickly flashed on his face but he masked it. You crossed your arms and hid your fingers underneath your sleeves.

“He’s in there isn’t he?” When you didn’t reply, he scoffed before continuing to speak. “You know that you’re so full of shit right? You spent the entirety of our relationship telling me not to worry about him and that you didn’t have any feelings for him and the first thing you do, the first thing is run to him after we had an argument about the very same topic LH .”

“You had been ignoring me for weeks, Jared! You barely paid fucking attention to me and whenever I tried to come to you with it, you brushed me off! And then on top of that you accuse me of cheating on you with my best friend!”

“YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE!” He screamed before running his hands through his hair and tugging at the end of his strands. “Even if you didn’t fuck him physically, you were still having an emotional affair with him and don’t fucking lie to me and say that you didn’t.” He hissed and the harshness of his words made you blush causing you to step backwards.

“He was right wasn’t he? You were never mine.” He whispered into the air and the statement caused you to frown in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” You enquired.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Jared then rushed to search through his pockets and then pulled his phone out. He fiddled on his phone a little bit before he showed me the screen, which showed a recording and then he pressed play. The first thing that you could hear was the sound of wind being picked up and some shuffling. And it wasn't before long you heard Jared’s voice speak up.

“I know you don’t like me and we honestly do not need to pretend that we do as long as we respect each other but I know that will never happen because your intentions are very clear and I see right fucking through you.” Jared hissed.

You heard Lewis chuckle before he said, “What are my intentions?”

“You want YN all to yourself. You act like it’s just the way of a best friend being over protective and no man will ever be good enough for her unless it’s you but you’re wrong.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, because she’s with me. She chose me and she’s mine.”

Lewis then began to laugh and a sickening feeling began to pool at the bottom of your stomach.

“Let’s get one thing straight. YN is the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet and she always does everything with the most good of intentions so she’ll entertain you for a while, even fool herself into thinking she’s in love with you but that’s only because she’s afraid of admitting how she feels about me and what it means for our relationship. And so each time you fail to meet her expectations, she’s going to find herself comparing everything either it’d be emotionally, financially, physically, sexually — you’ll never be up to par. That’s when you’ll realise she was never yours to begin with and you wasted your time.”

“You’re a seriously fucked up individual do you know that?”

“And you’re not going to say anything about it? Because who’s going to believe you? The best friend who’s always had her best interests at heart or the boyfriend who’s jealous and is trying to stop our friendship?” A silence ensued before Lewis added on “Enjoy her while it lasts, Jared. Because you won’t be here for long.”

The recording stopped right after and your ears were ringing. The shockingly dark tone within his voice and the certainty of his words rocked your core and not in a good way. Of all the time that you had known Lewis, you had never heard him speak like this. Speak with such ill intent and malice that it, quite frankly, left you perturbed.

“When was this?” You asked.

“Close to a year ago.” Jared replied.

That made your heart ache

“And you’ve had this recording for all this time and only decided to show it to me now?”

“Would you have believed me?! Just like he said, he was your best friend YN and I was just the paranoid boyfriend, you wouldn’t have believed me.”

“You don’t know that.” You vehemently shook your head.

“”Don’t I? Look at where we are now YN!” Jared exclaimed with a laugh of disbelief. “You think I’m the only guy he’s done this to? You don’t find it suspicious that every guy you’ve introduced him to just ends the relationship. It didn’t click with you then?”

“No, you’re wrong, Lewis is just overprotective –”

“Lewis is possessive YN! He hates the idea of sharing you with another man and will absolutely do anything to make sure that you always end up in his arms.”

Tears began to brim in your eyes as the weight of the revelation made your heart ache and seemingly to detect your distress, Jared’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry but even though things ended badly between us, I still care about you and Lewis is the last person I want you to be around. He’s fucking bad news YN. Celebrity status or not, he’s a narcissist who is jealously possessive of you and you don’t deserve to be left with someone like that.”

The acute pain of trying to swallow your tears throbbed at the back of your throat.The bubble you had been in began to burst and now those walls were beginning to crumble down. The little cocoon that you had brandished yourself with was doing very little to protect you from the reality that you were being forced to face.

“Delivery for YN!” A voice broke through the tense silence and you forced yourself to smile at the young man who had brought you your food.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke as you took the food from him. And as quickly as he came, he left. He probably heard the arguing and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You didn’t want to be here yourself but unfortunately you couldn’t escape out of your own body. Your eyes met Jared’s and in that moment, you wanted things to be over.

“I think it’s time for you to go.” You mumbled. As he began to open his mouth, you cut him off, “Goodbye Jared.” The finality in your voice didn't give him another opportunity to sway your mind so you closed the door on his face. You absentmindedly floated to the kitchen and placed the food down onto the counter. What had just occurred to you was still washing your being and as much as you tried to poke holes at Jared’s statements, the logical part of your brain was telling you that it had to be true.

Lewis never made it a secret to hate the men who were in your life romantically and you, admittedly, had never tried to question why they’d disappear after meeting him. You had always chucked it up to then being intimidated by Lewis’s wealth and status but now there was a deeper truth.

And you were furious.

That was what you were feeling and it manifested within your body. Your knuckles had turned white from the white from how hard you had been gripping the counter and your nose flared as you took in deep breaths to try and control the rage brewing. Suddenly you needed Lewis out of your vicinity before you said something you’d come to regret. You burst through the door of your bedroom just as he was placing his shirt over his head.

“Is the food here?” He inquired but the question dried in his throat when he looked at you. Your expression could not be hidden from him. “What’s wrong?”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you basically threatened Jared and all my exes to stay away from me or that you tell them we won’t last long.”

“Oh that.” He deadpanned and you swear, in that moment, you could have choked him then and there. The lack of remorse in his voice stunned you. There was no hint of guilt at all.

“How did you find out?”

“Jared just dropped by and played me a recording from months ago. How can you say such things?” You frowned but all Lewis did was lightly chuckle.

“Smart guy.” He mumbled to himself before speaking loudly. “What I said was hardly far from the truth though wasn’t it? Us being here right now is more than proof of that. We’ve always been more than best friends, you had barely started your relationship with Jared before we were in Hawaii and you were begging me to fuck you. I thought that was you coming to terms with how you feel about me. Then after you ran back to him and silently begged me not to bring it up, I didn’t. I let you have your little fun with Jared and let you delude yourself into thinking what happened between us was merely a moment of weakness or whatever bullshit you were telling yourself to make yourself feel better.” The words spilled out of his mouth and your ears were beginning to heat up your body.

“It was only when you started talking about moving in with Jared, I couldn’t have him thinking that what the two of you had was going to be permanent.”

“That wasn’t your position to make that decision for me!”

“You weren’t going to do it for yourself though weren’t you!” His statement struck you like a slap to the face and it stung, leaving a bitter taste in its wake.

“I don’t like what you are implying”

“And what is that YN?”

“That I can’t think for myself and that I need you to do that for me when I have never asked you to. Then to go on to intentionally mess up any relationship that I was trying to form because in your twisted mind, I’m yours and yours alone is so fucked up Lewis! How can you not see that ?! It’s fucking disgusting that you clearly don’t seem to understand that!”

“Because I do YN!” Lewis yelled back “And guess what! I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.”

You gasp as a wave of nauseousness crushes through your body. Seeing the person in front of you right now was such a shock to you. You had never seen this side of him and you didn’t know how to feel. All the revelations were swirling in your mind and overwhelming you so much that your mind began to slowly block the noise and only your heavy breathing and a faint ringing in your ears.

You could see Lewis moving towards you and that his lips were moving but it was just like he was a moving shadow. Whatever he was saying, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t hear it, you weren’t in the right mental space to try and rationalise his explanations. It was only when his warm hands came to your cheeks and forced you to look into his toffee brown eyes did you finally find the strength to focus.

“I know how things came about aren’t conventional and I went about things the wrong way but admit it YN. Admit that you like that I belong to you. Admit that you like me being possessive. Knowing the lengths that I’d go to make sure you’re mine and mine alone pleases you. Because no man before me has done and no man after me will do. We belong together.” You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was serious and meant every word but it was all too much for you right now.

You shook your head as the tears began to well up in your eyes. “I need you to leave. I-I need space from you right now.” You whispered.

“We don’t need space YN. Whatever you’re feeling right now, feel it but don’t fucking shut me out, I can’t go back to just being your friend anymore.” You shook your head as the tears began to fall and Lewis was continuously wiping away your tears. With your face cradled in his hands, he placed kisses on your cheeks as he softly pleaded for you to not let him go but his presence was invoking your already clouded mind.

“Lewis please!” Your voice sounded so broken and that was what broke the spell. He sighed as he let his hands drop from your face but he still stood quite close to you but you couldn’t meet his eyes. He caressed your hair and placed one kiss on the side of your forehead.

“When you need me, I’ll be there but just know I won’t stop loving you the way I already do.”

With those parting words, Lewis left you alone in your apartment and you fell onto your bed in a heap of tears. His lingering scent on your sheets did not help anything but make you cry even more …

—

It had been over a week since you had last spoken to Lewis and about three days since he had stopped trying to reach out to you. This was the third morning you’ve arrived at your office and there was no apology gift and you couldn’t help the sinking feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach. As you sat at your desk and looked at the blackened screen of your computer, it dawned onto you just how final Lewis had been in his last message.

Lew MSG: Icing me out won’t give you any more clarity than what I have told you and what I have been telling you. But you want space? Fine, I’ll leave you alone YFN.

At the time when you had received that message, it made you angry because he was behaving like the wronged person. You were the one who was kept in the dark and then - in the simplest terms - wanted you to just move past it like it wasn’t a big deal. And you wanted to stay being mad at Lewis but not having access to him the way that you were used to was jarring. This man had been in your life for years and had always been available to you, even with his busy schedule, he still made it a point to be in some form of communication with you. With the breached level of intimacy, you craved him like no other.

You fucking missed him.

However, your pride wasn’t going to drop enough for you to reach out first. You personally felt like he hadn’t grovelled enough and you were going to make him suffer, purely for your satisfaction. But it didn’t make the feelings that were brewing inside of you, to stop. At the end of it all, all you wished for was to be back in his arms, feel his skin against yours and breathe him in.

“Damn, he really gave up didn’t he?” Your assistant Ari, commented, which caused you to sigh.

“No, he just listened to my wishes.” You grumbled.

“Okay, then why do you look like someone kicked your puppy in the face? Isn’t that what you wanted?” She spoke as she moved to sit on the chair in front of your desk.

“I think so?” You frowned as you chewed on your bottom lip. “I mean we spent most of our time together after Jared talking about how we belonged to each other but then this whole shit happened and his actions really just shocked me you know? I didn’t know what to think and I kinda just freaked out.”

“Can I be honest with you? As your friend and not your assistant.”

“Sure.”

“Okay, from what you told me, you guys had a bit of a yelling match and then proceeded to kick him out. And then you ignore any and all attempts from him trying to reach out to you. What is a guy going to think about that?”

“That I don’t want to talk to him.” You mumbled.

“Right and from what I’ve seen and heard, he’s been waiting on you for a very long time. Yes, the way that he went about it was dubious but you can’t, hand on your heart, say that you didn’t like what he did just to prove to you how much he wanted you.”

“It’s wrong and I shouldn’t.”

“But we’re all fucked up in some way and this is your grey area. To add on, those past dudes were not the beacons of society. If all it took was a “leave her alone” from Lewis then they were never for you in the first place. Jared probably only told you because he wanted to one up Lewis and not because he genuinely cared. He wanted to ruin things for the both of you, the same way Lewis had done for him.” Ari shrugged her shoulders towards the end of her statement and she leaned back into the chair.

You sighed yet again as you began to see ration with Ari’s words. You did like what Lewis had done. Everything that had happened had forced you to look at how deep your feelings for Lewis really went. Your initial reaction was valid and you knew that but as you reflected back on things, your anger came more from the ambush of the revelation rather than the actual action. Yes, what Lewis did was shitty but Jared still could have treated her right, made her actually fall in love with him and he could have been a good boyfriend. He chose not to and the onus was on him because even without Jared telling you what Lewis did, you still left him because of how he treated you by his own choice.

“You love that man YN. I can see it, I can feel it. So why are you denying yourself the ability to truly bask in that? Fuck what anybody has to think about that. We’ve seen relationships blossom from the worst of the worst, don’t beat yourself up for being in love with Lewis because of how you think people will perceive your relationship on the outside.”

“It’s not even just about me. Lewis is a global phenomenon. Something like this would ruin his reputation.”

“That’s his consequence and not yours. He must clearly know what he’s doing if he’s that brazen.”

“I guess.” You were trying to feel hopeful but with the way things were going and you know how petty Lewis could be, opening that channel again was going to be a bit of struggle. “I just really need to talk to him and sort this shit out. I miss him.” You confessed.

“Of course you do. That’s your soulmate.” Ari laughed at your behaviour and honestly you couldn’t help but feel a little bit embarrassed. Usually, you were the cool and level headed one but with this tension in between you and Lewis, it left you in disarray and struggling to contain all that you felt. “You didn’t hear this from me but he’s going to be at a friend’s party tonight.”

“How do you know that information?” You scrutinised her with your eyes which caused Ari to giggle.

“Angela and I were both sick of your shit. But that’s all I’m going to say. I’ll send you the details later because right now we need to focus on the Hollindair party.”

“You’re so demanding, did you forget that I’m your boss?”

“Technically we’re partners, we just make more money in this dynamic.” Ari said. A hearty laugh escaped you as she stood up and began to walk to your office door.

“Ari.” The calling of her name, stopped her in her tracks. “Thank you.”

“Always.” She winked at you before she left you alone. You had come into the office feeling like shit but the small chat with your friend, had brought up your spirits and you become more jovial in nature. Tonight, you were going to get your man back, despite your earlier plan to ignore him but that wasn’t the case any more. So he was a little unhinged, so what? As you thought about it, you and him were on similar pages and it brought you peace accepting that as truth …

At the end of your day, as promised, Ari sent you details about the party that Lewis would be attending. You rushed home after a day’s work and got to preparing yourself. After a shower, scrubbing the grime of the day from your body, you moisturised your skin with your vanilla scented lotion and then wore your outfit. You loved the way the dress hugged your body and even though it was a pain to wrap your strapped heels but the way your look came together was all worth it.

You made sure that your look was to die for. You wanted Lewis to fall to knees when he saw you. Wasting no time, you left your apartment and hopped into your uber that took you to the location where the party was being hosted. You kiss Ari for her ability to get your name on the guest list meaning there was no hustle for you entering the private party. It was lively and bodies were rushing around, all in a mood to get grooving and you were all for it but you needed a drink and find some mutuals you could mingle with.

As you sat at the bar, waiting for your drink to be served, you name was yelled and it broke through the loud bass of the music. You lifted your head up and smiled when you saw Daniel and Yas approaching you.

“Hi guys!” You grinned as you stood to embrace them.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t know that you were invited.” Yas spoke.

“Yeah, it was a last minute thing but Ari did some snooping and I only came for one reason.” At those words, their eyes drew wide before a nervous chuckle left the both of them which did not spark a good feeling within you. “I don’t like the sound of that.” You added.

“You sure you don’t want to see him when the both of you have a clearer mind and you’re in a better environment?” Daniel questioned.

“No! I can’t wait that long. I’ve already wasted enough time.” You rebutted. In their attempt to draw your attention away, it only made your eyes wander around the club and they fell onto the VIP area towards the back where Lewis was sitting in one of the booths towards the front of the area with a couple of women around him all trying to engage in conversation with him. Even with the orange cap covering half of his face, you knew that it was him. The tattoos being exposed in the low lights were telling enough.

The logic part of you knew that the women were just flirting with Lewis in hopes of being the next woman on his arm and granted, Lewis was a friendly person within the right circumstances so it was not unordinary behaviour to see him smiling at other women in the midst of conversation. But that logical part of you was not with you today, you had come on here on a mission and it was going to be completed but seeing the sight in front of you, aroused an ferocity you’ve never felt before. You quickly grabbed your shot of tequila and threw it down your throat, sucking on the lime and then downing half of your rum and coke.

With the liquor courage within you, you march towards Lewis, ignoring the protests of Daniel and Yas. Barging through the small crowd, you found yourself in the VIP area and by instinct, Lewis lifted his head and they gazed upon you and like a magnet, he stood up from his seat and before he could say a word, you grabbed his face and fiercely kissed him and without a moment’s hesitation, he groaned into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close as he deepened the kiss. You know he allowed for you to control the kiss as you nibbled on his bottom lip before thrusting your tongue forward into his mouth before pulling his into yours and sucking on it.

The cheers around you did nothing to deter the desperate need you felt in that moment. The one week felt like years apart and you never wanted to be away from him ever again, especially if you can help it. You finally pulled away and your hands dropped from the collars of the blue denim top that he was wearing.

“Can we talk now?” You asked as he looked down at your swollen lips with a light smirk on his face. You hadn’t meant to publicly claim him the way that you did but seeing that leaving things open ended left an insecurity that you did not like. Lewis nodded his head as his hand trailed down the length of your arm and then intertwined their fingers together before he began to pull you away from the masses. You couldn’t help but glance at the women still sitting in his booth with their mouths gaped open and you giggled at their expression.

For a relatively large party, the back courtyard was empty except for the few intoxicated patrons lingering around as they smoked their latest nicotine craving. Lewis sat down on the cleanest bench and before he could pull you in between his parted legs, you delivered a smack to his right cheek. The slap wasn’t meant to hurt him but it was more a convey of the turmoil of emotions that you had been through.

“That’s for the bullshit in there. All that talk that you’re mine and mine alone but you’re letting some girls around you as if they had a chance.” You seethed through your teeth but all Lewis did was chuckle before he pulled you in between his lap as he turned his cap backwards so he could see you better. He licked his lips as he placed his hands on your waist before trailing them down to your ass and gripping it into his hands.

“Yeah? You wanna call out the hypocrisy there like you didn’t publicly claim me in front of most of our peers. Even though when I tried to do the same thing, you threw a fit and kicked me out.”

You groaned as you dropped your forehead onto his shoulder and his laugh rambled through you. “That was a completely different situation.” You whispered into his skin but Lewis nudged your face upwards so that he could cradle the back of your head and caressed your cheek with his thumb.You silently stared at each other as you held other and it felt so good being back in his arms with his scent engulfing you, suffocating your sense in the best possible way.

“What happened to you needed space and time?”

“Someone talked some sense into me and made me realise that it has always, always been you. In the heat of the moment, I was so overwhelmed and I reacted before thinking things through when the truth of the matter is, I don’t really care. Yes, what you did was fucked up but deep down, it made me love you even more.”

“The only thing I’m sorry for was how all of this was revealed to you and left you feeling like you weren’t in control. But YN you’ve always been the one and spending years pining after you knowing that you felt the same and not knowing how to confront it was unbearable for me. I shouldn’t have forced the situation but I don’t feel any remorse when I have you in my arms, giving yourself to me completely.”

“I’m yours Lewis.” You whispered as your heart pounded so loudly, it rang in your ears. You grabbed his cheeks which forced his lips to pucker. “But don’t ever do that stupid shit you pulled in the club again. I’m just as possessive as you are and I’m not afraid to fight you and the person you try to use for some petty shit. Reputation be damned.” The shock of the slap on your ass cheeks caused to gasp and drop your hand from his jawline.

“I love it when you talk like that. It’s making me so fucking hard.” He growled as he pulled you close and you could lightly feel him against your stomach. Light kisses trailed up your neck as his hands explored inches of your body. You moaned softly when he began sucking on your skin and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to hide the faces you were making. “Did you wear this dress for me baby?”

You meagerly nodded your head as your arousal began to pool in between your thighs. “Smelling so fucking good as always, you know how to tempt me princess but my eyes are always on you. No one else.” He slammed his lips against yours, tasting your mouth like it was the very first time doing so. You moved his cap off his head, freeing his braids and running your hands through them as your tongues twisted with a delicious friction. He tugged at your bottom lip with enough force to make you whimper into his mouth. Your leg moved to try and inch closer to him.

He pulled away with a smile. “As much as I would love to fuck you right here, right now, I don’t think the world is ready for that type of scandal.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Want to go back to the party?”

“Nah, I’d much rather take you back to my place and bury myself so deeply inside of you that the phantom of me lingers for days on end.” Your eyes flattered close as the imagery flooded your mind. “You came here for me, and you’ve got me so let’s go home.”

The whole journey back to his place, the desire to be as close as possible to Lewis was driving you insane. The clothes on both of your bodies was irritating you and if it wasn’t for the fact, there was a driver and security guard in the front seats, you would have been on your knees with his dick down your throat. But he did not disappoint as soon as you entered his penthouse. He ripped your dress away from your body, literally. With his large hands, he ripped at the seams of your dress before letting the fabric fall to the floor. Before you even had a chance to respond, your back was against the wall as he attacked your lips.

It was then your turn to draw his clothes away from his body. You knew that his clothes were expensive and that his stylist would have a bitch fit if you ruined the items but you didn’t care, you just wanted to feel his skin against yours. Once Lewis had stripped bare to his underwear, just as you, he took both of your hands and slammed them against the wall above your head. Your nipples stood to a point begging for attention but he deliberately missed them as his hand slid down your stomach and pushed your thongs to the side.

“You’re so wet baby.” He smiled as his fingers played in your wetness before teasing your clit. You bit on you lip as you looked into his eyes and the stare you were met with were darkened pools of accumulated lust from your time apart.

“I missed you so much. I couldn’t cum unless I was thinking about you”

“Yeah? You need me to make you feel good because it’s only me who can, isn't it?”

“Yes, baby please.” You pleaded as Lewis dipped his head and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. He let his teeth lightly tug on the bud before soothing the pain by circling his tongue around the areola. He let go of your nipple and looked up at you.

“Spread your legs baby.”

At his command, you followed it and his fingers wasted no time finding your heat and sinking right in. With two fingers inside of you, your hips set a pace and you held onto his wrist as you used him to chase your pleasure. You knew that he was watching your reaction with such an intensity that it brought your orgasm to the forefront far quicker than anticipated.

“I wish you could see the way you look when you’re about to come. So fucking beautiful.” Lewis murmured. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and when you came over his fingers, his restraint snapped and he quickly took his fingers out of you before dropping onto his knees in a frantic need. He threw your leg over his shoulder and pulled your heat closer to his face and then cupped your ass cheeks in his hand before he buried his face in your cunt. You let out a scream as you dug your hand into his braids, tugging on thm with no care as you grinded your hips into his face.

His tongue lapped at your clit as the friction sent bursts of pleasure through you.

“I fucking missed you in my mouth princess, you taste so good.” He mumbled against your sex before he picked you up and placed you onto his shoulders. You squealed as you held onto him for support but he secured you in position by securing his arms around your thighs. The way that he lost himself in between your legs had you panting and screaming so much, it echoed in the silent room of nothing more than the sounds the two of you were making.

“Please don’t stop.” You cried as your orgasm was beginning to come closer as your legs tightened around his head as he eagerly sucked on your clit which ultimately brought your climax. He lapped you up as whimpers of pleasure subdued. He slid you down his arms and until your legs were wrapped around his waist and his mouth was on yours once more. The taste of you on his mouth boosted your confidence. It was you on his lips, his scent masking him, branding him as yours. The possessiveness of it all was addictive.

“I need you now daddy, I can’t wait any longer.” You whisper as you trailed your hand between your bodies and cupped his dick into your warm hand. He pushed himself into your warm palm as he began walking towards the bedroom.

“I got you baby.”

Once in the bedroom, he laid you on the silk covers and with your body bare to him, his touch went wherever it needed it to go. He pushed your thighs apart as he lightly massaged your clit but you were done with his teasing. You used your toes to push his boxers down but then grabbed your foot and pushed them back onto the bed. He hovered above you as he slid his fingers between your folds, getting you worked up. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he played with you to his pleasing.

“My good girl. Perfectly mine to use as I please isn’t that right baby.” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes.”

“You’re getting so wet baby, getting ready for me.”

You grab onto his cock and lead him into you, you couldn’t wait anymore. The way that he sunk into you was a welcomed feeling and eyes caught each other with a sigh that began dropping from your lips as he sunk further into you. You squealed as he positioned you the way that he wanted, legs on his shoulders as your hands settled onto his shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned as he slowly thrusted into you, filling you up until you can’t take anymore but you would never tell him to stop, you don’t want him to. You reach for him, needing his lips on yours again but as he drank your moans, you found the strength to switch positions.

Straddling his thick thighs, you placed your knee on either side of them as you slid down his cock. Lewis gasped, his hands grabbed your hips immediately and watched the way your pussy swallowed his cock inch by inch. A moan got trapped in your throat,your mouth parted into a silent gasp as you whined your hips. Lewis caressed your thighs before landing his hands on your ass.

“Yeah you missed me didn’t you? look at your little pussy swallowing me right up.” You looked down at him as you placed your hands on his tattooed chest, moaning softly as you steadily bounced on his cock.

The way Lewis filled you up so perfectly, like he was made for you and you truly believed us. Despite his size, he always fit you perfectly but in this moment, the feeling was ten fold. You never wanted to lose this feeling, you wanted to feel this every day. Speared on by your thoughts, your walls clenched around his cock just as your hand wrapped around his neck. You applied pressure to his air waves as you began to increase your pace.

“Princess.” Lewis gasped as his nails dug into the flesh of your ass. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.” His voice was strained as you restricted his airwaves. Your face hovered above his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips before you placed your free hand onto his torso as you wrote him faster. His growl hissed through the air as he pounded into you at your pace.

“I need you to come for me Daddy. I need you to fill me up as much as you can, okay?” You whispered in between kisses. You loved the way Lewis moaned for you. He sounded completely desperate as he struggled to contain him but with the way you were tightening around him, he was quickly losing composure. You knew he was close and you wanted to bring him to his knees, the way he did you.

You giggled as Lewis kept pounding into you with a rhythm that was quickly losing pace. “Mmm, Daddy!” You moaned. “Daddy, please come! Please!” You begged. Lewis hissed and cursed. His hand came around your neck and brought your lips to his. Your hands pulled on the sheets on either side of his head as you let Lewis fuck up into you.

You cried out as he hit your spot over and over. “Oh, shit, yes, there!” His thrusts were hard and fast and you were about to come.

“Lew, Lew baby, Fuck,Daddy, ‘m coming─” Your walls clamped around him as you learn clit garaging brushed against his lower abdomen. You threw your head back, moaned loudly and long and came on his cock. Your walls were clenching around his aching dick madly. Your orgasm rolled out in waves and rolled into Lewis’s climax. He thrusted once, twice and for the third time before he gasped, groaning deep in his throat, he filled your cunt with his come.

His breathing was harsh as he hugged you as his cock continued to spurt inside of you. Your hand ran through his hair with your nails scratching his scalp, while his hands were rubbing your back as you collapsed into his chest. Both of you stayed in that position until you leveled your breathing.

“That was so intense.” You said into his chest. The vibration of his chuckle lightly shook your body.

“That’s what happens when you let out all of your emotions, the right way.” He replied.

“It feels good.” You snuggled into his chest with his dick still inside of you and it felt like you finally belonged.

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On the outside world ..

He had watched you leave your house, dressed in a slutty outfit. His fingers tightened around his steering wheel.

You never dressed like that for him.

He never wanted you to anyway.

However, as he continued to watch your movements, identity hidden the safety of the shadows, he came to the realisation that Lewis has truly corrupted you. You were supposed to leave him alone! You were supposed to be staying very far away as you came to a realisation that Lewis was a bad person.

But no! He had to endure you practically dry humping him in public. This side of you was not a good look, it wasn’t a look you were supposed to have. You were supposed to be perfect and not the groupie he sees in front of him. He couldn’t blame you though. The two of you didn’t have enough time, he couldn’t mould you into the image of perfection that he had of you.

He needed to get rid of Lewis Hamilton.

He clearly hadn’t tried hard enough the first time, but Jared won’t be making that same mistake ever again.

The end … ?

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[readychilledwine]

can we mayhaps have some sophia updates 🙏🏼 baby fever is kicking right now and i think im ovulating so PLEASE LIZ (obvs only if you want to, with BD permission as well, of course)

let me live through you because im too young to get pregnant right now 😞💕

Oh my gosh. Of course I want to talk about my baby! Baby daddy is always fine with Sophia talk. He just prefers pictures of her are sent in private 💕

Trigger warning for some - mom life and baby

✨️Sophia Updates✨️

Sophia is *so close* to rolling over. Every day, we both sit and watch her like hawks just waiting and hoping, but no pressure to her. (But kind of pressure) She's also really loving sitting up right now. Anytime she's in someone's lap, she wants to sit with her little back against them so she can face the room and look around.

She's doubled her birth weight and is officially 18lbs. She has so many rolls that baby daddy has doubled down in her being an exploded can of biscuits in human form.

She's started to look at us when we say Sophia or Sophie, which is pretty exciting. She's started making "M" related noises when she cries, and sometimes it sounds like she's saying "Ma" so we're happy that she's learning all the time. (Baby daddy is just sad she's learning towards saying mama first and not dada or papa)

She's also started grabbing and holding things. Great grandma got her a bunny rattle, and she really loves it. It has a teething/chewing ring she can hold on to, plus it makes noises. She really loves holding fingers and putting her little hands on faces. She will put your fingers in her mouth, though. 🤣

She's really learning to love water. She likes to splash around and giggles a lot during bath time. We got matching family swimsuits (disgusting and kind of adorable, I know) for this summer, and we got her a little splash pad and toys.

We are working on having her used to hearing multiple languages. We have days at home where we strictly speak and read in Spanish. Those are secretly baby daddy's favorite days. I can just tell based on how much... lighter, he seems when speaking in his native language in his home, so hopefully, it will help me become fluent fluent instead of conversational fluent too.

We have a book that's colors, but it also has objects/animals/food associated with each color. The blue page is her favorite. The word "blueberry" makes her laugh every time.

She's just the happiest baby. She is constantly smiling and laughing. We are so blessed and so happy.

#elizabeths.updates #send asks #love my moots 💕

[tracybirds]

For @thunder-pride 's second prompt day: "I'm proud of you", but also inspired by and following on from @avengedbiologist 's fic found here. Also borrowing her headcanon that Lee and Lucille are siblings from a large family full of L named siblings bc yes 😂💕💕

Written almost entirely on my phone on a daytrip to Hamilton so please excuse any errors - I'm posting on a phone with literally 1% battery LOL

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His homecoming was everything he'd dreamed of, full of joy and love and the gleeful shriek of a toddler thrown into the air. Jeff held Scott close, wrapping an arm around his wife as he stared in awe down at the sleeping baby she was gently rocking back and forth.

"There he is," he breathed in wonder, hardly daring to reach out and brush back the shock of red hair.

"There he is," Lucille agreed mildly. "Worth waiting for, Daddy?"

"I wish I could have been here."

A tiny hand closed around his finger and Jeff swallowed thickly.

"UNCLE LEE!"

Scott's shout sent his ears ringing and he looked up to see Lee peel away from the swarm of reporters and make his way towards the family.

"Hey Steven," he said reaching out to ruffle Scott's hair, sending him into peals of laughter.

"It's Scott!" protested the toddler but Lee only pulled a face, making him giggle even more.

"And hey to you, sis," he said, beaming at Lucille. "Got a second to share the newest nephew with your big brother?"

"Honestly Lee, you're less than ten minutes older, it hardly counts," she said rolling her eyes.

"You tell that to a racecar champ, see what they say," he retorted as he leant down. "Oh wow, the kid's something special, isn't he?"

"He sure is," said Jeff. "You did good Luce."

"How old's Jim now?"

"John," said the parents as one.

"Honestly, Lee," added Lucille. "How do you expect to be the favourite uncle if you don't even remember their names?"

Lee waved a hand. "I already had to learn all of Laura and Leonard's kids' names," he complained. "You can't expect me to keep track."

"I keep track just fine," pointed out Lucille with a suppressed smile. "And look out because Lily's pregnant now too, remember?"

Lee slapped a hand across his forehead. "Dang it, I'd forgotten she'd said that in the last vid. Is that why she's glaring at me?"

"Better go find out," said Jeff with a grin. "Hey Scott, want to go help Lee win Aunty Lily over with that cute smile of yours?"

"Yeah!" said Scott, his feet wriggling as he tried to escape Jeff's grip.

Lee gave Jeff a significant glance as he grabbed the toddler's hand, and Jeff felt his mouth go dry.

He knew what Lee was silently suggesting but the timing felt all wrong.

"Jeff, honey?" Lucille asked gently, seeing the shadow that had fallen over his eyes.

"We need to talk," he said in a low voice, trying not to look around at the reporters and give them any hint of a story. He didn't fancy causing anytime of spectacle. "Not here. And nothing bad," he added hastily. "Just important to me."

Lucille reached out and squeezed his hand. "If it's important to you, it's important to me," she said with a firm voice. "Do I need to beg off Mom and Dad's dinner? John's got quite a voice on him; he'll probably start screaming the minute he wakes up, we can use that."

"Don't be silly, Luce," said Jeff, kissing her cheek. "Your parenrs went to a lot of effort, especially with Ma and Pa's flight out here delayed."

"Who's being silly? You stay here with the baby and toddler and I'll go to Mars next time. Is it so wrong I want you all to myself instead of smiling over a celebratory dinner?"

As though he could sense his mother's sharp words, John stirred and opened his eyes to see his father - little more than a stranger - staring down at him. He wrenched his small hand from Jeff's pinky and screwed up his face to let out an almighty wail.

"Oh no, Johnny," said Lucille, frantically scooping him up into her arms and unsuccessfully attempting to soothe hum. "Jeff?" she said desparately.

Jeff hurried over to make their excuses at once, noting the family's knowing looks of sympathy and realising that this must not unusual for his second son. Lily looked faintly disquueted, while Lee held nothing back and clamping his hands over his ears as he near shouted his goodbyes.

"Mommy says Johnny has big feelings," said Scott solemnly as Jeff reached down and hoisted him up onto his hip. "But I think they're just loud."

The journey back to Lucille's parents' house where they would be staying was short, yet when Jeff compared it to the long months in space he knew which he preferred. It didn't take long for John's screams, which seemed even louder in the enclosed space, to get under Scott's skin and before he knew it, Jeff had two wailing children in the back seat, while his wife deftly climbed over to sit between them and provide what little comfort she could. He face was drawn tight and Jeff gripped the steering wheel as he glanced in the rearview mirror at her. His heart constricted in his chest, knowing she'd been left to parent their children without him these long months. It was abundantly clear that where Scott had been calm and easy-going, John was determined to throw as many curveballs into the mix. He finally quieted as they pulled into the drive and Jeff said nothing as he collected Scott and set him down in his high chair.

"Peas, Daddy?" asked Scott with wide eyes, and Jeff dutifully doled out half a cup of frozen peas.

"I need to go help Mommy now, be a good, bave boy for me, Scott, and hold tight. I'll get you the rest of dinner soon," he promised.

Lucille hadn't moved, head tipped back in clear exhaustion. She opened an eye as he leaned down next to the open car door.

"So how's Mom doing? Truthfully, without the cameras and your parents watching?"

She stifled a sob and it was all Jeff could do not to cram himself into Scott's toddler seat to comfort her.

"Oh, it's silly," she said, choking back tears. "He's wonderful really, I love him so much. I should have warned you, Johnny's just so very easily startled and you should have seen how he cried when we first introduced Mom and Dad to him, but once he starts he just doesn't stop and..."

She gasped and burst out crying again, and Jeff gently drew her out of the car.

"It's okay, Luce," said Jeff. "So he's wary of strangers, that's not so bad. Didn't we always say we wished Scott were just a little more frightened of them - remember when he wandered off with that old man at the grocery store?"

Lucille stifled a laugh. "Or that six year old at the lake who wanted to 'adopt' him?"

"Exactly," said Jeff. "We can't pretend each of our kids won't have their own challenges. Although one day, John's going to do amazing things with that voice and we'll get to watch him and be so glad he never stopped."

Lucille nodded. "I know, Jeff I do. But oh, it's been so awful being here for the last week and not at home. I love Mom, I do, but she's been driving me up the wall. If she comments on how we're raising the kids, or how you should be here or..."

"What?" asked Jeff, stricken as his blood ran cold. "She said that."

Lucille faltered. "She's not right, Jeff. We agreed, this was our decision."

"Is she wrong, Lu? Look at you, this has been an awful time for you."

"I'm fine," protested Lucille. "It's worse than usual with so many new people around and John frightened and Scott grouchy and..."

"Oh, heck, Scott," groaned Jeff. "I only gave him his peas."

"Oh Jeff, not the peas, Mom's convinced he'll choke on them, I promised not to give them to him."

"Go," he assured her. "I'll sort John out."

It was hours later when they finally sat down with their own dinner, freshly microwaved. John was fast asleep in the travel cot in their room and Scott playing on the floor in front of them. Jeff dropped his head against Lucille's shoulder.

"This is the life," he murmured, stifling a yawn.

Lucille hummed in agreement, silently gathering the plates to dump in the kitchen sink.

"Dad can deal with them," she muttered as she stretched out next to Jeff. "He owes me."

She reached up and patted Jeff's cheek.

"Now, don't think I've forgotten. You said you had an important thing to discuss."

Jeff was suddenly wide awake, his insides strangling themselves.

"Now?"

Lucille shrugged. "Why not? Kids are calm, family's out. I don't feel like waiting until we're back in Kansas, not if it's important to you."

Jeff shrugged. "Seems less important now. It's just you have a lot of time for introspection when you're several months out from Mars. And your brother kept me up at night with his snoring."

Lucille narrowed her eyes. "You're stalling," she accused. "Out with it, Jefferson Tracy."

"No laughing," he warned. "It's really not a big deal."

She crossed her hand over her heart, waiting expectantly.

Jeff took a deep breath.

"It's just that, well, I'm bisexual," he said in a rush. "I don't know why it suddenly became so clear to me, but there you have it."

He peeked up into Lucille's dark brown eyes. They were shining with warmth.

"Oh Jeff," she whispered. "How wonderful."

He blinked. "It's nothing special."

She smacked his shoulder lightly. "Don't be dense," she exclaimed. "What a wonderful discovery for you. Isn't is so incredible that you know yourself better now?"

He smiled shyly, warming to her enthusiasm. "I hadn't thought of it like that," he admitted softly. "I told Lee. The idea had been bouncing around in my head up there and I just had to say it out loud."

"Of course you did," she said. "It's the truth, isn't it? It's so hard to keep the truth contained sometimes."

She kissed him, her lips curving into a smile on his skin. "I'm so proud of you, honey," she whispered.

"Proud of you too, Daddy," announced Scott loudly, and they startled apart. Scott climbed onto the couch, beaming. "So proud," he declared. "Mommy says she's proud of me for walking 'cross the road nicely. Did you do that too?"

Jeff laughed and hugged his eldest son.

"Something like that."

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