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Guys give me some ideas for Danny bixler please I wanna write something for him so baddddd but my brain is stumped for ideas that arenât boring and/or just not good.
I saw an unfinished fic for Danny that had me hook but they no longer post it was so fucking good and Iâm still grieving
#hiro talks! âĄ#danny evil dead rise#danny evil dead rise x reader#just Iâm obsessed with him#pleaseeeeee#I need him so bad#I love that his actor is australian#cause me too#god I need him#I mean#sure#7 years difference between us#BUT#that wonât mean much when Iâm legally and adult#canât wait to be 18#also donât wanna be 18#đđđ
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THIS WHOLE SCENE SLAUGHTERED ME *WHEEZING* Ankou is such an instigator, but he is so funny with it LMAOOOOOOOO. i love Adolphe but honestlyyy Ankou was EATING HIM UP in the beginning đ he got a few licks back but that was some devious devastation Ankou did
#he really made eye contact with adolphe and decided to drag him by his hair đ#i am soooo looking forward to the rest of this story omg đ#also i thought yves moved pretty fast in his route but nah the crown goes to Adolphe! chapter 1 and we already acknowledged that things are#different between us now and we're both vibing with honestly. and thats not even mentioning the clear as day confession of wanting to grow#old together#I'm about to start chapter 2 now. i wonder how ankou is gonna come through with the steel chair and even out the playing field đ¤bc adolphe#already has like a 7 year advantage with his relationship to us#god I'm so glad i got this game#1242.txt#1242 plays snv#shuuen no virche#shuuen no virche spoilers#virche evermore spoilers
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Honor Blackman guest stars as art expert Syd Lewis in Saber of London: Deep in the Heart of Chelsea (1.3, NBC, 1957)
#fave spotting#honor blackman#cathy gale#saber of london#the vise#the avengers#classic tv#deep in the heart of chelsea#1957#nbc#so im visiting parents for a week or two and taking the opportunity to catch up on my old tv watching as i have access to my beloved#dvd collection. Saber was one of the final network releases I've located (afterâ i might sayâ a long long search for a reasonably priced#copy). so. the story of Saber of London. (deep breath). SoL is really a development of The Vise; for more on the needlessly complex history#of that series you can follow the appropriate tag above. in short The Vise was a crime anthology made specifically for US tv but produced#in the UK using brit actors writers and directors. the recurring character of Mark Saber was popular enough that the show eventually became#The Vise: Mark Saber; it then became Saber of London. some sources still regard this show as essentially being a later series of The Vise#(and it does still use the og theme tune over the end credits) but considering the title change and (crucially) the fact that SoL saw the#series move from ABC to NBCâ im gonna consider this its own self contained show and number the episodes accordingly (ie. this is series 1 o#Saber of London not series 5 or 7 (depending on your counting) of The Vise). anyway now that's all out of the way.#there's little material difference between this series and the slightly earlier The Vise: Mark Saber episodes besides new titles and a#different introductory spiel from star Donald Gray. our hero is still a plucky private detective undertaking modest cases that the show's#budget will allow. this ep concerns art forgeries and an attempt to trap the criminals responsibleâ which means Saber must call on an art#expert to help authenticate the works. enter Honor! not yet a starâ Honor did have a decade of acting experience behind her#which is maybe reflected in the fact that she's given an unusually meaty part for a woman in this series: she's neither victim nor love#interest (which are the usual roles) but a witty and intelligent source of assistance to the hero.#unlike The Vise episodes (which could take up to a decade to appear in the uk if they did at all) SoL appears to have had a fairly regular#slot from Granada about two years after the show's US premier. this ep would have been seen by uk audiences in 1959
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chiefs fell tf off after pollution master swift got on the train i know who i'm blaming
#if i was a chiefs fan i'd be mad as hell rn that lady really ruined it for y'all#what's different between this season and last season? nothing except the star te is dating the most mid white woman on the planet#that boy losing focus he gotta lock back in#now the browns got a better record than them. i'd be PISSED#tough luck my brothers dw tho long as you go 10-7 like us last year it'll be aight#thanks for the voodoo thou AHEH#nfl#kansas city chiefs#taylor swift#COME HITHER HOBGOBLINS I AM READY#anti taylor swift
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Tag drop: Jingliu
#[ jingliu. ] and so i wield my blade to the very end. until the 'stars' have been cut down from the sky. this oath: i will never forsake.#[ jingliu: ic. ] trapped in childhood nightmares; she tore off a spread of black silk from the edge of her skirt and covered her eyes.#[ jingliu: inquiries. ] ice waves as sharp as knives spreading like transient flowers in the air. freezing all and everyone they contact.#[ jingliu: countenance. ] when you live to be a thousand years. each day is carrying the weight of a mountain through an interminable maze.#[ jingliu: introspection. ] why do you wield a sword? / this is like asking a poet why they wrote poems. this is the only way for me.#[ jingliu: meta. ] this sword in my hand... naught but a needle compared with the heavenly bodies. how can i use it to cut open a star?#[ jingliu: etc. ] to the xianzhou; i am but an abandoned pawn: a wandering swordmaster.#[ jingliu: the sword. ] if there comes a day that the quivers run empty; and starskiffs crash⌠who will protect you and i then; or the xian#[ jingliu: florephemeral sword. ] a sword: 3 feet; 7 inches in length. weighing nothing. and it glowed as if a sliver of moonlight.#[ jingliu: shattered sword. ] a sword: 5 feet in length. weighing 3000 catties. unyielding: mirroring the defiance; hubris of its creator.#[ jingliu: cangchang. ] . when devoured; we had to face the truth that our lives were but a grain of sand in the river of time.#[ jingliu: hcq. ] their faces still linger before my eyes like a bygone dream. yet dreams will eventually fade. like clouds from the sky.#[ jingliu: memories. ] given the choice between staring at the abyss with a troubled mind and marching blindly: i choose the latter.#[ jingliu: the mara. ] do you know how to deal with the mara-struck? the answer is: there is no difference. The sword pierces the body and#[ jingliu: jing yuan. ] in an endless night; there is nothing closer than the bright moon. always hanging in the sky.#[ jingliu: imbibitor lunae. ] even after your rebirth. your techniques haven't changed a bit. / when i move it's like⌠/ ⌠like you never f#[ jingliu: baiheng. ] the things that we said and did together have all been shrouded in a layer of mist. a mist i cannot see through.#[ jingliu: yingxing. ] some are born with unparalleled foresight; intelligence; but make the ill-advised choices at destiny's crossroads.#[ jingliu: blade. ] that broken sword... you don't want to let go of the past. do you; blade?#[ jingliu: yanqing. ] that move was a token of my appreciation; young man. we were fated to meet this day and in days to come.#[ jingliu: v. youth. ] you can use this to vanquish those that took everything from us.#[ jingliu: v. sword champion. ] she knows it all. swords are a part of her body: the intake and release of her breath as she walks.#[ jingliu: v. traitor. ] and i will suffer my eternal punishment. that is the only way to keep the memory of the pain from fading away.#[ jingliu: v. present. ] whether it be you or I; or the generals of the reignbow arbiter. we are all just pawns in a game of the gods.#tag drop
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By this question I mean, if your eyes are, for example, -0.25 and -1.50, your difference is 1.25, so youâd click that
Another example: if your eyes are -0.75 and +0.25 youâd have 1.0 dpt in difference
If youâre comfortable, share in the tags which option you clicked
Please reblog for sample size? Iâm curious
#my difference between eyes used to be 4 dpt#now Iâm down to 2.25 dpt difference#my bad eye has been at over 7 dpt for years and the other one is now âcatching upâ#vision impaired#vision impairment#glasses#contact lenses#bad eyesight#bad vision#eyesight impairment
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nothing makes me feel more pathetic than when Iâm trying to do a basic as fuck sum in my head and my brain is giving me absolutely nothing
not a single gear moving up there. Brain just clocks out when numbers are involved and trying to force it to figure out even the simplest calculations physically feels excruciating and exhausting
meanwhile my dad and my brother will be looking at me like Iâm some alien experiment bc how can I be so stupid that I canât do this shit in my head?
#Iâve always suspected Iâve got some degree of dyscalculia bc there are other related issues I have in that area#I used to slam my head on the table in primary school in frustration and cry when I couldnât get my brain to figure things out#my exams and jotter margins were peppered with loads of tiny dot marks from where I would have to physically make a mark to count#and then count up how many marks Iâd made to do the multiplication or whatever. Like 6x7 I would do six sets of seven dots and count them#I canât do it in my head and school made me feel like an absolute moron for it but no-one ever suggested I might have an issue there#I couldnât memorise times tables beyond like 2 and 5 and 10 consistently. Even 4 wouldnât stick somehow#and 6 7 and 8 made me cry from how much I struggled with them. I still canât remember them#I had a maths tutor in high school for my last year and every week he would have to teach me things again bc it wouldnât stay in my head#My dad would shout at me when I was asking for help at maths homework bc he somehow thought shouting the sum at me would make me Get it#uncle would throw questions at me and my bro to figure out and my brother would get it instantly and I would be sat there struggling#and then the inevitable impatient sound of a disbelieving âcome on!!â would follow and Iâd feel worse bc im expected to do it and I couldnt#thereâs a home video of me trying to figure out the difference between the years 1982 and 1987 and the pause while the gears struggle#ton work out the number before saying it is agonising to listen to bc I am genuinely taking that long to do it
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Various images from the past year or so... posting my evil little photo diary collections once again..
#image commentary in tags once again since they don't allow captions anymore and I feel weird using the alt text for that --#1. one of the billions of pastel sky photos I take and post constnaly because I'm obsessed with the sky lol 2. I got#a gardening mama (like cooking mama) game from a friend a few years ago and don't really play it that much since it's not#as interesting to me in some ways but.. I do like the graphics a lot. It'd be cool if in real life when you did something correclty a bunch#of little rainbows and sparkles appeared in front of you lol. 3. Everyone makes fun of me but this is how I like to have sandwiches#.. basically a salad in between two pieces of bread. barely any meat and cheese but then like 2 inches of lettuce and tomatoes and stuff..#half an entire head of iceberg lettuce on one sandwich... the Cronch... 4. Weird little light colored spider doing a split on the netting#of this strawberry garden. 5. ice creambe... 6. tiny tiny babey strawberry son.. 7. Went to someone's house and they#had this weird channel (I guess for halloween?) where it was like 8 different channels playing at once and you could watch them all#simultaneously (I don't think this is the intended purpose of it I think it's more just to show what's currently airing)#but it's kind of surreal and interesting.. with how on tiktoc and stuff they have those weird sensory overhwleming#videos where its' like 3 videos playing at once with unrelated audio. I wonder if one day people will just watch 8 screens#of tv at once like this after everyone offically has only a 2 second attention span lol. To me its kind of hard to pay attention#to but is an interesting excercise I guess. Like it was a cool challenge to try to watch it all at the same time#8. THE temperature indoors at NIGHT during the late summer........... AUGH.....#9. a pleasant little breakfast of scrambled eggs with green onion. baked salmon. sauteed corn. and a few almonds pecans and pineapple#leftover from making smoothies with it the day before. I eat basically the same rotation of things for every single meal every single#day (like literally I have had the same exact breakfast for about 2 years with zero variation except for special occasion) so whenever I do#actually have the energy to make something different or I have some interesting food for some special occasion reason. I feel more#inclined to document it lol.. like.. oooooo...eggs.. Which are normal to some people. but to me it's like.. wow... revolutionary.. so#different from my usual Scheduled Bland Stomach Problems Safety Gruel lol.#photo diary#spiders tw
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Becoming more and more like my fav (Darryl Wilson) everyday......
#he has a Nokia. I'll be getting a flip phone for my next phone#he's not great at school. my motivation to do well wanes by the day#he's only ever dated one woman (whom he married). I've been lowkey in love with the same girl for like over 7 years now#OH SHIT same age gaps as well between us (except my girl isn't school prodigy lol)#don't actually Know our dads (vastly different reasons but it can count ok I am so tired)#I wanna listen to a compilation of Darryl moments now omgs
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"Ugly" The littlest Uchiha points a stubby finger at the Cultist.
the insult! the nerve! the utter gall! . . . those adorably pinch-able cheeks that just invite you to grab them and tug!! ( which Hidan does, in the aftermath of a dramatic gasp! )
" wow. got a death wish, you Tiny Brat? "
#CANON.#chidoricry#(ďžoăŽo)ďž*:ăťďžâ§â â ᜌ áľáľáśáľáľáľ ᜌᜰˢáľáś°áľ ʡᜌáľĘ° ᜍáľáś°áľ áľáľĘłáśŚáľáľË˘ áľáś ˢáľáś°áśŚáľĘ¸ â ( crack )#( ah yes. i always wanted an excuse to use this icon.#thanks.#also i had to figure out the age difference between them.#who knew it was only 7 years. adfghjk )
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the dic and cloverway dubs need to continue existing or else no one will understand why sailor moon uncensored was a Thing in the fandom
#its not what it sounds like i swear#it was a fansite that catalogued the differences between those two dubs and the original#and gave scores based on how badly mangled the dubs of each episode were in comparison#it even had synopses for the episodes that got skipped#the site obv takes a 'original is superior stance' but given the. everything about the dic dub its not surprising#the cloverway dub is.. better in that it uses the og soundtrack#but it continued dics tradition of changing character relationships and genders to avoid pissing off weird xtians#like. zoicite and fish eye becoming women#and uranus and neptune becoming cousins#while. still keeping a lot of the romantic underpinnings somehow#stars wasnt even touched in NA#not just bc of the starlights but bc there was such a huge gap between the dub of R and Super#(due to dic losing the license)#that most ppl had moved on by the time it came out#it was something like 6 or 7 years IIRC thats a death sentence for 90s anime dubs
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I went down for an afternoon nap and was actually getting some of the best sleep I had in ages â at least, until my subconscious decided I donât deserve sleep and gave me an arachnophobia-based nightmare, and when I startled awake I was like âWell, Iâll probably have to get up for school soon anywaysâ and leaned over to check my phone:
19:38
Cue at least a minute of slow blinking as I dissolve into utter confusion
#I FORGOT I WAS TAKING A NAP#I THOUGHT IT WAS NIGHT AND I WAS SLEEPING FOR REAL#I blame the fact itâs constantly dark around this time of year#so there is absolutely no difference between 7 a.m and 7 p.m#thank god my phone is set to a 24 hour clock right#otherwise Iâd be up getting ready for school rn#but no Iâm serious it was some of the best sleep Iâve had in a while#when I woke up I wanted nothing more but to keep sleeping#but at that rate Iâd be up fully rested at midnight and then what would I have done#I think this is just proof that Iâm a creature of the night and shouldnât be forced out of bed at 8 a.m every day#I function so much better when Iâm allowed to be nocturnal#alas. the early birds built this capitalistic system while the rest of us were sleeping :/
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20 Plot Twist Ideas That Will Shock Your Audience
One of the most effective tools in a storyteller's arsenal is the plot twist. A well-executed plot twist can leave your audience reeling, questioning everything they thought they knew about your story. It can turn a good story into a great one, leaving a lasting impact on your readers or viewers. In this post, we'll explore 20 plot twist ideas that will shock your audience and elevate your storytelling game to new heights.
1. The Unlikely Hero:
Turn the tables by revealing an unexpected character as the true hero. This can be someone seemingly insignificant or even an antagonist who redeems themselves at a crucial moment.
2. The Double Agent:
Introduce a character who initially appears loyal to the protagonist but is secretly working against them, only to later reveal their true intentions.
3. The Long-Lost Sibling:
Uncover a secret sibling, separated from the main character in their early years, and use their sudden appearance to shift the narrative.
4. Time Travel Paradox:
Play with time travel to create a paradox that forces the characters to confront alternate timelines or unforeseen consequences of their actions.
5. The Mastermind:
The story's villain is revealed to be a puppet in a larger scheme, controlled by a mastermind who has been operating behind the scenes.
6. The Supernatural Twist:
Introduce a supernatural element, like ghosts or mythical creatures, that the characters and audience believed were mere myths.
7. The Doppelgänger:
A character's doppelgänger appears, causing confusion and chaos as they try to determine who is the real one.
8. The Reversal of Roles:
Switch the roles of the protagonist and antagonist halfway through the story, making the audience question their allegiances.
9. The Untouchable Hero:
Create a seemingly invincible hero who unexpectedly meets their match, forcing them to reevaluate their abilities and tactics.
10. The Forgotten Past:
Unearth a character's forgotten or repressed memories, leading to a shocking revelation about their true identity or past actions.
11. The Betrayal Within:
One of the protagonist's closest allies betrays them, throwing their entire mission into disarray.
12. The Hidden Identity:
A character is not who they claim to be, and their true identity is revealed, impacting the story's direction.
13. The Inception Twist:
Blur the lines between reality and illusion, leaving the audience guessing what's real and what's a dream or illusion.
14. The Time Loop:
Trap your characters in a time loop where they're forced to relive the same events repeatedly until they can break free.
15. The Shapeshifter:
Introduce a character with the ability to change their appearance, creating doubt and suspicion within the group.
16. The Truth About the Mentor:
The mentor figure, who initially seems wise and benevolent, is unveiled as the story's true antagonist.
17. The Lost Artifact:
The much sought-after artifact or treasure turns out to be a fake, and the real item is something entirely unexpected.
18. The Pseudo-Death:
Fake a character's death to shock the audience and later reveal they were alive all along.
19. The Prophecy Reversed:
Subvert the traditional hero's journey by defying a prophesized destiny and taking the story in a different direction.
20. The Unreliable Narrator:
Reveal that the narrator has been lying or misrepresenting events, casting doubt on the entire story's accuracy.
Conclusion:
These 20 plot twist ideas are just the beginning, and by incorporating them into your narratives, you can leave your audience stunned, shocked, and eager for more. Remember that the key to a successful plot twist lies in its execution, so take your time and craft a twist that seamlessly integrates into your story, making it an unforgettable experience for your readers or viewers.
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Itâs been a long time since Iâve opened this account and I donât think anyone I might have interacted with is still on here or maybe they are and we donât remember each other possibly because when I would post about Voltron it was 2017 so a lot has happened since the. I came across this blog a couple days ago and I was thinking about all that I would share about my personal life at the time and I came across a post that really hit me that a lot has changed since then
In late 2017 I was going through a lot emotionally and I had posted a question to myself at that time wondering if things would change if I went back to school because at that point it had been three years and I wasnât doing anything with my life besides using Tumblr and working a part-time job. I was struggling to find a place for myself. I felt horrible because my friends were finishing school or in school or others were having children and I know that as a 20/21 yr old that would be too much but I felt like I was falling behind. That same year I had met a boy and I would talk to you guys about him and even though nothing came of it in the end, it was a new experience for me and I think it allowed me to grow as a person. For those who mightâve been around back then his tag was âkâ and so many people would ask me for updates and give little inexperienced me advice. After that whole thing, I had convinced myself that I would never find love and that I was destined to be a loser (lol).
Spring 2018, I made the decision to go back to school and now 5 years later Iâm in my last semester and graduating in the fall. I wonât go into much detail about what I plan on doing once Iâm done but I wish I could go back and talk to that girl that wondered if going back to school would make her happy. It has been an incredibly stressful ride but I donât regret it at all. Itâs been 100% worth it and Iâve met incredible people along the way.
Also, I wish I could tell her that she does find love. She ends up marrying a great guy that shows her that sheâs capable of being loved unconditionally.
You donât really think about all that youâve accomplished until you stumble upon past you going through a hard time.
#k#sticking it in this tag just cuz#itâs like a nice ending to that era of my life lol that I didnât update give an update on in 7 years#there were a couple other heartbreaks between k and my husband so past me went through it but I think itâs all falling into place now and#im really excited#also I donât over share on the internet like I used to anymore but I donât use social media like that anyway either so#this post is so for me to find in a few years and look at back at all this#I have a twitter account thatâs from a different period of my life before my marriage so itâs neat to see what I went through#itâs like a diary#s#<- for my husband
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pairing: lewis hamilton x Wolff!fem!reader
authorâs note: GOD this might be awful but please keep in mind that itâs my first story and english is not my first language :) WILL most probably go through major adjustments.
summary: in which her father, Toto Wolff, has always told her to stay away from the young drivers. He never said anything about the older ones thoughâŚ
warnings: 18+ smut/nsfw, masturbation(f), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, age-gap, praise kink, bit of choking.
Being the daughter of a Formula 1 Team Principal never failed to be exciting.
Always VIP treatment, lots of traveling to beautiful countries, numerous job opportunities and getting to meet famous people. You were always grateful for your privileged life but never took advantage of it in a selfish way, although you enjoyed the things it had to offer from time to time. You always refused being treated differently just because of your status. You just werenât that type of person. You liked working for the things you desired. Your adventurous side always loved a challenge, and that was also the thing your father admired and feared the most about you.
He always encouraged this side of you, ever since you were a kid. If you wanted to learn how to skate, heâd buy you a skateboard. If you spontaneously wanted to spend the next 3 months away from home in another country, heâd book your flight. One day you showed up at his office to show him your first tattoo. You always said youâd never get a tattoo, you didnât think it would look good on you. But one day you randomly found yourself in front of a tattoo salon and couldnât resist the curiosity. Your father was never a big fan of tattoos, but he laughed anyway, called you crazy and snapped a few pictures of the tattoo before sending them to your mom.
Toto didnât have a lot of rules for you. He always told you âJust donât get yourself in jail, maybe.â. But the most important and unwritten rule was ânever involve yourself with the young drivers.â.
He thought they were immature boys and walking red flags, although he deeply respected them for performing in such a dangerous sport as Formula 1. You, on the other hand were never interested in any of them anyway. You befriended a few of the drivers, sometimes partied with them, but no one really caught your interest. No one besides Lewis Hamilton.
Lewis was your fatherâs most prized possession in the team. 7 times World Champion (or 8 if you ask me), a genuine person, an expert in what he was doing and the best he could get.
Lewis Hamilton emanated power everywhere he went. He always took his work and image very seriously, always told it as it was and his charming personality never failed to impress everyone in the room. Even the drivers looked up to him, hoping to one day be as great as him. Your first encounter with him was when you were only 15 years old, and to say that you were immediately intimidated by him was an understatement.
The nervousness you constantly felt when you were around him was originally a reaction to all the things you heard about the driver. But as time passed, you found yourself intimidated for others reasons. Maybe it was because you were a teenager and your hormones were going crazy, or because of all the books and fanfiction you used to read at that time, but you couldnât take your eyes away from him anymore. Everything about him drew you in. His tall and muscular body, his numerous tattoos that gave him a dangerous and playboy vibe, his soothing but rough voice adorned with the most beautiful british accent, his braided hair and smooth skin⌠That man was basically sex on legs. One of Godâs finest pieces.
He instantly took a very protective role in your life. To him, you were basically a child, especially due to the big age-gap between you. But you were also his bossâs daughter so he naturally felt the need to protect you.
Now, at 23, you managed to keep a close friendship with the driver. He was always there if you needed advice for something, always there to rant to about your crazy life and always there for a good time. You spent a lot of vacations with him and his friends. Went to a lot of road trips, skateboard dates, dinner or breakfast dates, countless movie nights, sometimes just the two of you. And although your crush on him never went away, in fact the adoration and attraction only deepened, he not once tried anything with you. He always kept things friendly between you two, decent.
And it frustrated the shit out of you. Sometimes you would catch him staring at you, or even touching you for a minute longer, but never more than that. And you slowly began losing hope that one day heâd see you as more than a friend and his bossâs daughter.
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Itâs Friday night. Since you didnât have any plans for today and were bored out of your mind, you decided to call Lewis to ask if he would go out with you tonight. He apologized and told you that he wasnât really feeling like doing anything crazy tonight, but insisted that you could come over and spend time together, maybe watch a movie or something. You accepted immediately.
So here you were now, 1AM in his living room, with your head on his lap and eyes closed. You didnât mean to fall asleep really, but your fucked up sleep schedule was beginning to take a toll on you, making you doze off at very random times. Plus, the way his hand was mindlessly running through your hair felt too good.
You slowly open your eyes when you feel Roscoe licking at your hand. With a groan, you try to sit up and take in everything thatâs going on. How long have you been asleep for? âSuitsâ is still playing on the TV, the room is almost dark except for the light of the television, Roscoe is sitting by the couch, looking back at you with his tongue hanging out, and Lewis is on his phone, probably reading through his emails.
âThought youâd never wake up.â He chuckled, locking his phone and throwing it on the couch.
âIâm so sorry, Lewis.â You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands in hope of getting rid of the sleepiness and the headache you just woke up with. âI didnât mean to, lately Iâve been having trouble with sleep. Maybe itâs because of school, I donât know. My schedule doesnât really allow me a healthy bed time anymore.â
He looks worried as he reaches out to you, shaking your arm a little.
âYou can sleep here if you want. Itâs late, youâre obviously very tired. I donât want you driving back home in this state.â He proposes.
âYeah? I can?â You chuckle, placing your hand on his. Your stomach flutters when you feel his soft, warm skin.
He looks rather angelic in the low light. His eyes are shiny but tired, his lips look soft and juicy, and his body is comfortably spread on the sofa.
âYou know you can, bunny.â
Bunny. He loves to call you that. Ever since you were a teenager, heâd always call you that. You found it cute.
âOkay, then. Can I borrow some clothes, though? These jeans arenât the most comfortable thing in the world to be honest.â You say, getting up from the couch.
âYeah, sure.â
You follow him to the guest room. The bed looks cozier than ever, and you quickly find yourself hopping into it, groaning at the feeling of the comfortable and soft mattress. Lewis laughs and leaves you for a moment, but comes back a few seconds later, throwing some clothes on the bed beside you.
âGot you a shirt and some pants. But Iâm not sure the pants are gonna fit though. Youâre⌠a lot smaller than me for sure.â He spoke, crossing his arms to his chest. âSorry.â
âNo, Lewis. Itâs all good.â You giggle, waving your arm lazily. âThank you.â
You take a moment to look at him again. He has a soft smile on his face and his body is leaning against the door frame, the dim light in the room accentuating the muscles in his arms. He looked huge. And delicious.
Jesus.
âGood night.â He gently whispered. You say it back and then he finally leaves the room, leaving you all alone. And frustrated.
With a deep sigh, you grab the clothes he gave you and inspect them a little. A simple tie dye t-shirt(he loves these), and a pair of shorts, probably the smalest he had in his wardrobe. And they still looked big. Making a decision, you throw the pants on a chair and only keep the t-shirt, then start to change out of your clothes.
Once that was done, you floop back on the bed and check your phone real quick, before turning off the lights and pulling the blanket over your body.
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You woke up sweaty. With a groan, you quickly pull the covers off your hot body to try and get some air. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the massive headache you just woke up with already makes you irritated.
Stretching your body a little, you reach for the phone sitting on the nightstand to check the time. 4AM.
âGod dammit.â You curse under your breath, rubbing your face with your palm.
You could feel the faint smell of Lewisâs cologne on the t-shirt he gave you. Le Laboâs Rose 31, his favorite. Biting your lip, you bring the material to your nose and inhale the scent. A moan almost escaped you. You could basically feel him, it was like he was in the room with you again. And that definitely didnât help your current state.
You start wondering what he might be doing right now. Heâs probably sound asleep, spread on his king sized bed with nothing but his boxers on, quietly snoring, like he always does. You wish you were there to see him. Admire him. Touch his skin.
Subconsciously, you let your hand travel down your chest and under the shirt, touching at your hot skin. A shiver hits you, and you curiously start to feel around your stomach with your fingers. With eyes closed, you imagine Lewis touching you like that.
It wasnât unusual for you to think about him like that. But in your defense, you just couldnât help it. Everything about him felt masculine. His energy, his body, his voice, his gestures. He was basically the man you always dreamed of having, even for one night. You always wondered what he would be like in bed.
Maybe heâd whisper softly in your ear, call you âsweetheartâ, take his time on making you feel good, praising you for how good you are for him. How good you take him. Or maybe, heâd manhandle you, make you do whatever he asks, put you in any position he wants while choking you with his big arms and mockingly slapping your face, degrading you for being such a whore, as his cock would slide in and out of you at an abusive pace, making your juices drip out of you with every deep, harsh thrust.
You donât even remember the exact moment your fingers started rubbing your clit through your panties. You were definitely soaked, the wetness making a faint noise everytime your middle finger would flick at your pussy down to your enterance. A needy whimper escapes you. You needed more.
With the other hand, you quickly grab at your boobs, softly massaging them one by one and pulling on your sensitive nipples. It was all too much but still not enough. The material of your panties was drenched at this point, so you quickly moved them aside.
Circling your awaiting hole a few times, you insert a finger inside slowly.
âMm, fuck.â You moan, hiding your face into the pillow so you could hopefully hide the sounds you were making.
You imagined Lewis doing this to you. Sitting between your thighs so he can have a clear image of your creamy pussy as he is pumping his fingers in and out of you. Heâd have his mouth on you from time to time, sucking your clit harshly and moving his tongue from one hole to the other. His deep brown eyes would never leave your figure, trying to take in every single inch of you and memorize it, so he can always remember how desperate and ruined he makes you.
âSuch a pretty pussy. Uâre doing so good for me.â Heâd praise.
The squelching sound of your cunt momentarily takes you off the trance. Your hand is wet and youâre working one more finger inside of you now, as your other hand desperately rubs at your sensitive button. You canât believe youâre doing this in Lewisâs house, especially when his room is so close to yours, but you shamelessly donât care enough about that right now, not when youâre so close to your orgasm.
âMphh, LewisâŚâ You cry out, eyes shut.
As your back arches off the mattress, you start scissoring the fingers inside your pussy faster. You gasp for air as your legs begin to shake violently, your swollen clit throbbing uncontrollably. You moan louder than expected as you come all over your fingers, and the thought of Lewis hearing your needy sounds almost excites you more.
After a few moments, you remove the fingers from your pussy. You needed a shower so bad, maybe it would wash away the shame you were feeling at the pit of your stomach. Were you too loud? Did he hear how pathetic youâve been, just from his scent and a few scenarios of him fucking you with his mouth and fingers?
Sitting up, you scrunch your face in disgust at the feeling of your drenched and cold underwear. You curse in your head for not taking them off early on. What the fuck were you supposed to wear now?
Deciding to swallow your shame, you finally get up from the bed to make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing your hands twice with the expensive soap bar, you look into the mirror to see just how messy you really were. Your cheeks were flushed, your mascara was smudged, skin was glowy with sweat and your hair looked like a bird nest. Basically, it was as if you had just taken part in a gangbang.
With a sigh, you take off your panties and run them through the water, trying to wash away the sin you had just committed. Getting lost in thoughts, your stomach almost startles you as it begins to growl loudly. The little amount of energy you had left and now you felt hungry, and incredibly thirsty. Balancing your options, you wonder if you should leave the room to go get something to eat from the kitchen. Your panties were still wet and you couldnât imagine wearing them now, but you knew youâd never be able to fall asleep again if your stomach constantly demanded food. Plus, drinking tap water was never an option.
âFuck.â
Slipping your underwear back on, you inspect yourself in the mirror a little and pull on Lewisâs t-shirt, making sure that it covers enough, just in case.
The whole penthouse is silent as you walk to the kitchen. A few lights are still on, but thatâs just how Lewis prefers it. You assume Roscoe is in his room fast asleep as well, because you donât run into him on your way. Opening the fridge, you immediately grab a bottle of water and place it on the counter, before scanning for some food. The indian takeout boxes were really calling your name right now, so you grabbed two of them before closing the door with your foot.
âCouldnât sleep?â
You almost drop the boxes from your hands when you hear his voice. Turning around, you find him staring at you, with a little smirk on his face.
âYou almost shit your pants, bunny. Did I scare you?â He laughs, approaching you.
âJesus, Hamilton. Almost gave me a heart attack, couldâve died right here on your kitchen floor.â You exhaled, dropping the boxes on the table and placing a hand on your chest, trying to see if your heart was still beating.
âIâm sorry. Wonât do it again.â He chuckles and briefly massages your shoulders, before pushing past you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After he takes a few sips, he speaks again. âWhy arenât you sleeping?â
âWhy arenât you sleeping?â You bite back, drinking from your own water, almost gulping down the whole thing.
The thought of what you just did a few moments ago creeps into your head again, and you suddenly wish the ground would swallow you. What if he heard? You get self conscious remembering that youâre only wearing his shirt and your destroyed pair of panties that were still wet and uncomfortable, so you pull on the hem to hopefully try and cover yourself as much as possible.
His top lip twitches for a second, then he smiles and shrugs. âWas thirsty.â
He looked absolutely delicious now, with nothing on but a pair of grey shorts and his braids down. His abs were shining underneath the dim lights, and all you wanted right now really was to drop down on your knees and lick them. You couldnât look further down though, you feared you might pass out if you saw the imprint of his dick in his pants.
You had the opportunity to take a peek, though. Multiple times. Especially on race weekends, when he would just grab his dick in his hand and struggle to readjust himself through the racing suit before hopping in the car. You knew he was big. You fantasized about how he would feel on your tongue, heavy and large. About how he would fuck your throat rough, making you choke on his cock. About how he would hardly be able to slide into your tight, warm pussy, but when he would finally make it, heâd rip you apart with it until you were left a crying, overstimulated mess.
âWhy are you so red, bunny? Are you ill?â He asks, furrowing his brows.
When you finally snap out of your filthy thoughts, heâs already in front of you, checking your temperature with the back of his hand, looking concerned.
âN-no.â You almost sound unsure, your voice cracking a little.
âNo?â He shakes his head, cupping your flushed cheeks in his hands.
You couldnât make eye contact with him, even though you knew he was intently watching you. He was so close that there was almost no space to breathe anymore, and you couldnât take it, so you hesitantly backed off.
A cheeky smirk was plastered on his face though, and he quickly looked you up and down before grabbing a fork and digging into the food left on the table. You just stood there, petrified. No thoughts behind your eyes.
âArenât you gonna eat?â He spoke again.
Well, the hunger disappeared, thatâs for sure.
You shake your head then clear your throat. âNot hungry anymore. I think Iâll just go back to bed.â
âHm.â
He doesnât say anything after that, so you grab the bottle of water and make your way past him, whispering a âgood nightâ softly. After a few seconds, he speaks again.
âMaybe this time youâll be able to get some sleep instead of moaning my name while youâre touching yourself.â
Your stomach drops. Maybe youâre imagining things. Maybe youâve gone crazy. But thereâs no way this was happening right now. This canât be real.
Youâre stuck in your place for a few moments, calculating your possibilities of escape. Throwing yourself out the window sounds like a good idea now. But you feel cornered, and you canât think of what to do or say. You were doomed, for sure. But you choose to play dumb instead, so you anxiously turn to him and speak.
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâve been asleep the whole time.â
He says nothing, and that worries you even more.
Then he throws the fork in the sink and finally faces you. He lifts his eyebrows and leans on the counter, with his arms folded to his chest.
âNo, you werenât.â He spoke. âCome here.â He gestures with his hand.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you decide to listen to him and get closer.
âPlease donât tell dad.â You beg. There was no point in denying anymore. He knew.
He chuckles then, and furrows his brows, looking at you funny. God, you just wish all this would be over already. It felt humiliating.
âYou think Iâd tell Toto about how his daughter is pleasuring herself to the thought of me?â
His words come out as a whisper as he carefully moves a strand of hair behind your ear.
âI donât knowâŚâ
âWhat were you thinking about?â
You finally get the courage to look into his eyes then. Youâre not sure you heard him right.
âWhat?â
âI think you heard me just right, princess. What were you thinking about when you had these pretty fingers deep inside your pussy?â He asks, lifting your hand and pressing a few kisses to your fingers.
A whine almost escapes your mouth while youâre watching it happen. Youâve never heard Lewis talk like that, especially towards you, and it both sexually frustrated you as well as made you impossibly shy. A deep shade of red is present on your face and you seriously donât know if you should just risk it all and tell him about your little fantasies or act dumb about it.
âY/nâ
You snap out of it. âI-I donât know what to say, Lewis. This is so humiliating.â You sigh deeply, covering your face with your hands.
âHey, hey.â He shushed you, pulling you into his arms. He smelled so good, and his skin felt hot pressed against yours, even with the t-shirt you were wearing as a barrier. âNo need for that, bunny. Itâs just me.â His words come out as a whisper as he is moving his hand up and down your back. ââŚJust us.â
Lifting your head slowly, you look into his eyes and bite your lip. This was all you ever wanted. For him to want you back. And now that he finally hinted that he might be into you in that way, had you at a loss of words and action.
Fuck it, you thought. Itâs been too long. Too much time spent on secretive glances, crushing, overthinking, masturbating to the thought of him. Maybe you could finally get something out if it.
âI was thinking of you⌠Touching me.â
âGood girl. How was I touching you, hm?â The praise goes straight to your core as his head falls to your neck to press a few wet kisses, and you swore you could die right there on the spot. His hands squeeze your waist a little before traveling down to your ass, massaging patiently, waiting for you to respond to his question.
You moan at the action, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you like that. In a second, he lifts you up by your thighs and you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist. He sits you on the counter then positions himself between your bare legs. His warm hands touch the insides of your thighs, making your breath hitch. You still canât believe this is happening.
âYou look so good in my clothesâŚâ He mumbles, lifting one of his hands to your shirt and squeezing your skin a little. When he reaches your breasts, he squeezes harder.
âMm⌠LewisâŚâ You whine pathetically, waiting for more.
âThatâs what you were moaning a few minutes ago, baby?â
You look up to find him staring at you intently with his teeth pulling at his lower lip. His eyes were darker, full of lust. You enjoy having him like this, you realized. A man, the man you dreamed about, about to pleasure you.
âYes.â You confess sincerely, batting your eyelashes at him.
âYouâre such a naughty girlâŚâ He whispers, touching your soft cheek with his finger.
His other hand starts wondering further underneath your shirt, and you find yourself opening your legs wider, waiting desperately for his touch. You can feel one of his fingers pressing against your clit only a few seconds later, and you canât help but moan already. He rubs tight, circular circles on your sensitive button and groans, pushing your body back. You lean back and let him lift your legs on the counter.
âShit, bunny. You look so delicious right now."
He reaches the band of your underwear and pulls on it urgently, leaving you bare in front of him. Normally you'd get self conscious everytime a man saw you naked, but for some reason that wasn't the case now. The desire to have Lewis eat you out was much bigger than any insecurity you may have. You grow impatient already just thinking about it and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing. He notices.
âIâm going to eat this pretty pussy.â
âPlease.â You say immediately, eager to feel his tongue on your most sensitive spot.
He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and gets on his knees, holding onto your shaky legs. You played this scenario in your head over and over again so many times, and you craved to see it finally happen. You really need to see him.
Standing up a little, you think you might just pass out. There he was, propped between your legs, licking a fat stripe of your pussy. He makes eye contact then and moans, connecting his lips to your puffy clit and sucking, hard.
Your body twitches on instinct and you whimper, pushing your needy pussy into his face. He moans and starts licking up and down your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you from time to time.
âYes⌠Just like that.â You manage to say.
Heâs hungrily lapping at your cunt like he hadnât eaten in days, collecting all your sweet essence with his eager mouth. You canât help but yelp a little when you feel two of his thick, long fingers pushing inside your tight pussy. It stings a little, but he doesnât let you adjust, instead he pushes them deeper and curls them, making your eyes roll and your jaw drop.
âOh my god." You gasp, arching your back so hard that you think it might break in half. His mouth is still attached to your sensitive clit, pressing torturous licks on it.
He pulls away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers push in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were glued to your pussy, like he was hypnotized by the sight. And he was. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and you think youâd never seen something hotter in your entire life.
âLook at you, baby⌠Hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making for me? Youâre so fucking wet.â He humms and gives your puffy clit a sharp slap, fucking his fingers faster inside you.
You scream his name, like you always dreamed of doing. Youâre desperately trying to hump his hand to get more, already feeling the familiar tightness in your lower stomach building rapidly. He doesnât like that, so he quickly pushes your hips down with his free hand, keeping you in place. You donât get to protest, because then he curls his fingers right on your g-spot, having your body tense immediately. Youâre almost breathless and trashing your tiny body on his counter, and when he gets his hand on you and starts to flick your clit with rapid movements, you know youâre done for.
âThatâs it. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.â
You donât hear anything for a few seconds after that. Your ears are tingling, your toes are curling and your whole body is shaking violently. Your orgasm washes over you in an instant, your pussy clenching down on his two fingers.
While youâre busy trying to catch your breath, he doesnât stop. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, a bit slower now, and he reattached his mouth to your pussy, licking it slowly.
Feeling overstimulated, you immediately jerk away from his touch, twitching uncontrollably.
âN-no⌠too much!â You whimper, pushing his head back.
âMm.â He slowly removes his fingers, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Heâs chasing a trail of cum that your pussy is pushing out with his tongue and moans. âSuch a sweet pussy. Sweetest Iâve ever had.â He praises.
You donât say anything. Mostly because you canât. Your whole body feels like jelly, still shaky from the powerful orgasm you just had. But you knew he wasnât done with you yet. No, he gets up and grabs your chin forcefully, smashing your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes your head spin and your pussy leak. Again.
When he finally pulls away, he takes a moment to look at your fucked out expression and humms, licking his lip.
âWas it good, bunny?â A smirk creeps out on his face.
âYesâŚâ You reply, the shyness taking place in you again as you batt your eyelashes at him.
âGoodâŚâ He whispers softly, tugging slowly on your bottom lip. âGod, I want to fuck you so bad right now.â
God, the things this man makes you feel. He just fucked you stupid with his mouth and fingers and now he wants to fuck your pussy? It had to be a dream.
You want to take advantage of this moment for as long as you can.
âFuck me, Lewis. I want it.â
The way you just look up at him so innocently but so seductive at the same time, with lips swollen, slightly messy hair and smudged mascara, makes his dick twitch. It isnât the first time heâs rock hard for you though. No. You never knew this, but he had his eyes on you too. For the past few months, at race weekend, everytime heâd see you, youâd have him losing his mind. Walking around in short skirts and crop tops, or those lovely sundresses you adore so much. It made his dick throb, and he had to make up some excuses a few times just to run back to his driverâs room and touch himself. But he wasnât only attracted to you because of those things. Your energy captivated him completely, and he knew he wasnât the only one dreaming about having you. He wasnât blind, nor stupid. He saw the way the other younger drivers or random people in the pit crew looked at you. How they smiled at you or tried to make you laugh, subtly touching you. It made him feral.
Toto was his boss. They go way back. Lewis admired your father, in many ways, and the bond they formed through working together was tight, for sure. He knew about the stupid rule he had for you, about dating or messing around with the drivers, and he respected that. Up until recently, when he started looking at you in a different light, and the rule suddenly frustrated him deeply. He never had a problem staying away from you. The need to protect you was the only thing on his mind. Then he started to finally see you.
How smart you were, how much joy you bring when you walk into a room. How everyone stops to look or listen to you when you talk. How adventurous you are and openly emotional without a care about what other people might think of you. The way youâre always there for people, the warmth you possess. Your unintentional seductiveness. Your charm.
Now, he had you exactly where he wanted. He wasnât sure at first if he should tell you that he heard your sweet sounds when you masturbated to the thought of him, but he became desperate. All he needed was confirmation that you felt the same way about him as he felt about you. And he got it. He wasnât gonna let you slip away this time. And he was done thinking about how complicated the situation is with your father.
Grabbing at your hand, he helps you get off the counter. You look at him confused, scared that he might realize that everything was a mistake and heâd changed his mind. But the thought quickly vanishes when he starts kissing your neck and nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt with his hands.
âIâm not gonna fuck you in a kitchen. My sweet baby deserves a bed, no?â His raspy voice sends goosebumps on your skin and you nod, letting him walk you backwards to his room, as he finally manages to get rid of the only material left on your body.
When you get to his room, he carefully pushes you on the bed, with him on top. The cold air in the room hits your sensitive flesh and makes your nipples harden. Licking your lips, you raise your head from the soft pillow to look at him. His gaze is darkened and his bottom lip sits between his teeth, pulling at it desperately, like he was trying so hard to keep his control. You wanted him to lose it. All of it.
âPlease, Lewis⌠Fuck me. Wanted this for so long.â A whine escapes your lips and you pout, caging his body between your legs as your legs wrap tightly around his torso.
Your confession made him groan. He wanted to keep this moment in his memory forever. How needy you are begging for him to fuck you, how pretty you looked all spread out on his bed, with your hair tousled on his pillow, your lips puffy from his kisses and your eyes glossy and dazed.
Finally, he gets rid of the shorts he was wearing, pulling them off along with his boxers. You're left speechless as you shamelessly stare at his very erect cock. It's thick and you can spot a few angry veins almost popping, running up towards the head. It's standing proud and tall glued to his pelvis, almost reaching his belly button, and it has your mouth water.
He notices how you stare at him with your cheeks flushed and your lip between your teeth and smirks, tapping your thigh a few times to get your attention.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"It's so big..."
"Yeah? Never had a real man before, princess?" He asks, raising your leg to his shoulder and pressing soft kisses on your soft skin while maintaining eye contact with you.
You shake your head timidly.
"Gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?"
"Yes." You respond immediately, squirming under him.
"Just hold on for a sec. I gotta have some condoms in here." He lets go of your leg and leans towards his nightstand to search for the condoms.
"W-wait." You stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. You were anxious when your next words left your lips. "I... I'm clean, and on birth control, so if you want, there's no need for that."
He turned his head to look at you and stopped in his tracks.
"Want me to fuck you bare, bunny?" He reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you lovingly, with a grin on his face.
"Mhm." You mumbled, nodding your head. "If that's okay with you, of course!" You rushed the words out.
"I'm more than okay with that." He hummed, caressing your hip with his thumb. "Come 'ere."
He pulled you lower on the bed and leaned forward, gripping your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. He kisses you slow at first, taking his time to taste you. Then, as his hands start to explore your naked body, it turns wild. You feel dizzy as you wrap your hands around his neck to bring him even closer and your hot bodies stick to each other. It feels so intimate, you've never experienced something like this with someone before. His erection is standing right between your legs and it makes you raise your hips eagerly. You want him inside already.
"So eager." He whispers and smirks, pulling away a bit.
You glance down and lick your lips as he lines himself up, watching him tap your clit a few times with his cock, then pushing his head through your sensitive folds to collect all your juices. It sends jolts of electricity through your body and you whimper, spreading yourself a bit more. When he finally slides in, it's so overwhelming that you let your mouth hang open with a loud moan. The stretch is stinging a lot, but there's another sensation that comes with it that makes it so pleasurable at the same time.
Lewis watches you carefully and stills his movements, to let you adjust to his size. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed as you try to relax as much as you can to accomodate your thight walls around him. Once you feel the pain diminuate a bit you nod your head, letting him know that he can move further.
He slips in a little more then and lets himself moan at the heavenly feeling of your bare, tight pussy squeezing him tightly.
"Doing sooo good, baby. Taking me like a pro." He praises, moving your damp hair out of your face.
He bottoms out inside you and you whimper. He's so deep that you could swear you felt it in your stomach, but you want more.
As if he could read your mind, he slowly pulls out a bit then pushes himself inside again, making you let out tiny mewls and moans as you got to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. Lewis humms and buries his face in your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses all over it before going down to your breasts and taking one of them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your hard, sensitive nipple. He starts to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm while taking your other breast in his mouth and all you can do is arch your back and whine, overwhelmed by the intense feeling.
"So fucking tight." He hissed, leaning back to grab your thighs and lift them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to hit your spot better. You felt so full of him, and you were ready to cry from the pleasure.
"Lewis." You let out a loud moan and touch his abs, scratching them as he suddenly surprises you with a rougher pace that makes you roll your eyes back and let out a cry.
âShit.â He curses, groaning when he feels your pussy clench around his fat cock. âThought about fucking this pretty pussy every single day lately. And now look at you, all fucked out on my bed.â
His words make your head spin. You had no idea he thought about this just like you did, so many times.
âY-you thought about me?â You manage to ask between moans, looking down for a second to catch a glimpse of his dick sliding in and out of you at a fast pace.
He went in for a messy kiss then pulled back a little, looking at you with half closed eyes. âYou have no idea.â He mutters, grabbing your neck softly.
The sounds in the room are intoxicating. Itâs filled with heavy breaths, moans, skin slapping repeatedly and the filthy sound of your impossibly wet pussy getting filled to the brim by Lewis. Your gaze is locked with his and it feels like thereâs just the two of you left in this world. Nothing matters anymore. Not your dad, not your age gap, nothing. Itâs so intense and intimate that it almost has your heart burst out of your chest.
Your thighs are trembling as he folds them to your chest, and your hands are frantically searching for something to grip onto, while incoherent sounds are dripping off your lips.
âYou wanna cum, princess?â He asks, smirking down at you.
âYes! Yes, please please donât stop.â You beg, shaking your head as short screams leave your mouth.
Heâs quick to drag a hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb to force your release. The added pleasure makes you pulsate rapidly around his cock and you find yourself arching your back off the mattress again, struggling to breathe as your orgasm is nearing quickly.
âCome on, want you to make a mess on this cock, baby. Can you do that for me?â
You nod your head pathetically and yelp when he pinches your swollen clit, letting out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. It hits you so quickly and so violently that it makes your breath get stuck and your eyes squeeze shut while your legs are uncontrollably shaking. Your juices are dripping down Lewisâs cock and onto the mattress underneath you, and itâs a sight to die for as he watches it all happen.
âGood girl. Did so good fâ me.â He coos, but doesnât stop the movements of his hips, although he slows down a bit to let you come down from your orgasm.
When you open your eyes to look at him, you find him already looking at you, with an enamored expression on his face. His hand is softly caressing your thigh while he is admiring the post-orgasmic glow of your skin.
Soon enough, he is picking up his pace again and you whine in discomfort and overstimulation, furrowing your brows.
âCanât. Please. Canât.â You squirm underneath him.
âYou can, baby. Come on, just a little bit more.â
Using his arms, he spreads your legs wider so he can have more access to you. His thrusts quicken again and his fingers attaches themselves to your clit again, pressing into it in circular motions. You were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely move inside you but he pulled through, ramming his hips into yours with brutal force, trying to chase his own release.
âOh.â You gasped and glued your eyes down to where your cunt was greedily sucking him in. Your milky essence is visible at the base of his cock and the sight is downright filthy.
âFuck.â He grunts, also watching where you two are connected before he lunges towards you and grips your neck more tightly and yanks you forward a bit. You prop up on your elbows and look at him with wide, doe eyes, moaning uncontrollably. âWhere do you want it, bunny?â
âInside!â You respond immediately, placing one of your hands around his wrist. âWant you to come inside me. Please.â
Your eagerness to take his cum inside your tiny walls makes him shiver with enthusiasm. His tip hits your g-spot with every powerful snap of his hips and it made you part your lips in bliss. Lewis takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you messily. You suddenly start to feel a different kind of pressure at the pits of your stomach and you wince, pulling back from the kiss.
âLewis⌠I think thereâs something wrong. Feels different.â You slurred, your eyes widening in fear.
âItâs alright, baby. Iâm here. Give me one more, yeah?â He grunted, flicking at your clit with his palm rapidly.
The bed is moving with the rhythm of his aggressive thrusts and you feel your muscles contract and twitch with every move. Youâre fluttering around him desperately as you scratch down his back with your polished nails and he moans deeply.
âFuck. Gonna stuff this cunt. Come on, come for me. again, baby.â You know he is close by how much you can feel him throb inside of you.
With a particularly sharp thrust your orgasm washes over you, and you scream, letting your back fall on the mattress as you squirted, your juices making a mess on both you and Lewis. The sight makes him burst instantly and he groans, throwing his head back while he stills inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.
Youâve never done this before. I mean, you definitely heard of squirting, but no one was ever able to get you to this stage. You quickly become self conscious. What if he didnât like it? What if he found you disgusting now? Terrified, you look up to him only to find out how wrong you were. He is already looking your way, with a huge smirk on his face.
âLook at that. My girl squirted all over the place.â
You blush deeply at his words and cover your face with your hands, but he is quick to grab them and pin them to the bed around your head.
âWhy are you hiding? Whatâs wrong?â He chuckled, amused by the childish action.
âI⌠Iâve never done that before.â
âDid it feel good though?â He asked with a smug grin.
âMhmâŚâ You bite your lip and writhe slightly, making him moan at the sudden movement.
He carefully pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, only to see both of your releases slowly drip out of your cunt. He humms and brings two fingers there to massage around your hole, and then he pushes them inside, fucking the cum back into you.
You whine and he stops, looking back at you.
âWait here for a second, hm? Iâm going to draw you a bath.â
You nod and thank him quietly, watching him lovestruck as he gets up from the bed, collects his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, then disappears to the bathroom.
Few minutes later youâre both in the tub, your back is pressed against his chest and your eyes are closed in relaxation while he is lazily running his hand through your hair.
Even though the silence is comfortable, you canât help but start to overthink. What was he thinking about? You didnât necessarily think he regretted what you did, but what did it mean? Was he going to ghost you after that? Act like nothing ever happened? You wouldnât judge him, especially considering the situation with your father, but you hoped that it wouldnât be the case. Part of you was convinced that he wouldnât just leave you in the dark like that. That wasnât Lewis. Could never be Lewis. But your insecurities are still eating you alive.
Then he takes you by surprise again by reading your mind. âWhat are you thinking about?â
âI was actually wondering what were you thinking about.â You chuckle, leaning your head back a bit to look at him. God, how can this man be so beautiful?
He smiles softly and nuzzles his nose along your cheek, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to it.
You let out a breath and sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation. âI was just asking myself⌠what now, I guess.â You shrugged, with a heavy heart.
He furrows his brows and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. âWhat do you want?â
You gulped and licked your lips, looking at him through your lashes. âI want you.â
âThen you have me. And you know I want you too. But itâs going to be a lot more complicated than that.â He whispers to you and you feel your heart drop on the spot, afraid of what he might be insinuating.
Noticing the broken look in your eyes, he quickly places his hands on both your cheeks and leans forward. âWhat I mean by that is, that we should be careful. I know keeping things a secret isnât healthy, but giving the circumstances, I donât think it would benefit either of us right now if someone found out about what we have going on. I promise that it wonât last forever, I would never keep you a secret, but for now thatâs just the way things are.â
You take in his words. You know he is right. And youâll take anything as long as it means that heâll be finally yours. Even though the thought of keeping a secret like that, especially from your dad, makes you feel uneasy. But youâre so ready to give it a shot, just for him. What if everything turns out alright in the end?
âI know. And I understand.â You nodded, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss.
When you pull back, he gives you a quick wink and a smile, tapping the inside of your thigh lightly. âCome on, letâs get you to bed.â
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Part Four
Can't stop thinking about reader losing her cool.
"So we're closed, John." You said, trying to be cordial.
"Is that all you have to fucking say?" He practically growled before huffing. A humorless chuckle rumbling out of his chest. "I suppose not since you won't respond to any of us."
"Don't do that." You said taking a step back. Trying to create some distance between you and him. John would never physically hurt you. That much you knew.
"What?" He asked. His voice rising as he stepped closer to you. "Be angry that you pulled that shit and then left? Stopped talking to us. Changed your fucking locks. Last thing we even knew about you was that you got on a fucking plane and left. Even your friends wouldn't tell us anything besides that you were okay." "Which considering this came out of bloody nowhere, I find it highly unlikely that you are in any way 'okay'."
You took a deep breath. You wouldn't be intimidated. You wouldn't clam up. You wouldn't cry. You won't go back on your decision. You will be cordial and polite and not unleash everything you want to.
"I understand you might be upset, but it's for the best. It wasn't working out and I wanted to end on somewhat good terms. I would appreciate it if you lowered your voice and stopped speaking to me in that way." You could barely recognize your voice. It sounded so scripted. So robotic. But it was something you had been telling yourself. Excuses you had been telling yourself.
Because if you told yourself the truth. The picture you would paint would tell a different story. It wouldn't highlight the fact that John spoke to you like he was one of your men or that Johnny had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. It wouldn't show what a flake Kyle was or that Simon was well and truly a mean-spirited person.
It would show how you weren't worth it. Four possible men. Four possibilities of happily ever after and none of them chose you. That no one ever did and no one ever would. You weren't worth it. You weren't loveable.
It wasn't right, but it was what the voices had been telling you late in the night. When you would crawl into your cold bed. The silence of the room not filled with John's steady breathing or the sound of Kyle's heartbeat as you laid you head on his chest. The absence of Johnny's occasional snoring or whatever Simon was watching playing in the background of your dreams.
In the void, all your dark thoughts came back at you.
"Upset?" He asked, his voice still louder than you would have liked. "An understatement considering the stunt you pulled."
"You think it was a stunt?"
"So Johnny thought with his dick and didn't plan things out. You should have told him instead of crying to Simon and then pulling this shit." "Christ, I knew you were still young, but I didn't take you for that immature."
"You know what?" "I'm done." "I am so fucking sick of making excuses for you all." "You want to act like I'm the immature one, John?" "You are 35-year-old man who cannot separate his work from his work like. You have continuously talked to and down to me like I am one of your men, only to turn around and always blame your shitty fucking attitude on work. I get that your job is stressful, but I did not sign up to be your verbal fucking punching bag."
"And this come and fucking go incident with Johnny. It has been a consistent issue with him coming over just to fuck. I've asked him for that last six months that 'hey, we've been seeing each other for a year and a half, I would love to meet your family' and suddenly the dates stop. He doesn't ask to see me until after 7 PM. He brings food occasionally, fucks me and leaves. Sometimes before I even wake up."
"And the only reason Kyle is the person I am the least pissed off with is because I haven't even seen him." You took a step closer, not noticing how the anger in John's eyes had softened. "I have not seen Kyle in weeks, to no fault of my own. I stopped reaching out to make dinner plans after the third time he canceled on a date night when I was either on my way or already at the restaurant."
"And Simon?" You scoffed. "Well, it doesn't really matter. After all, as he said I get mine. You all make me cum which is supposed to magically erase how shitty you've all been as partners. It's supposed to erase the nights I've cried myself to sleep debating on whether or not there was something wrong with me. How I'm not good enough to meet anyone else in your lives like some dirty fucking secret. How none of you can even bother to pencil me for a group dinner so I can tell you a publishing house picked up my book. How at some point you all stopped caring or maybe never did."
You took a breath. Blinking quickly to keep the tears at bay.
You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't cry.
"As Simon said it best, I should have known that spreading my legs wouldnât end with one of you putting a ring on your finger.â
For once, John was silent. Unsure of what to say. An apology starting to form at the tip of his tongue before realizing 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. Not this time.
Had he really been that sharp with you? He knew that there were times he had gotten short, but he almost always apologized immediately after. If not at the very moment he took in your crest-fallen face, then definitely later. But he almost always told you he was sorry. Didn't he?
"So as I said," you swallowed down the lump in your throat. "I'm closed. We're done. Now get out." Your face held no sadness. Even though your eyes were nearly full to the brim with unshed tears, you weren't sad.
You were finally angry.
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