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laneywrld · 7 months ago

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Oh Baby | part three

third and final part.

word count: 8.6k

Warnings: tame(er) smut. Pregnancy sex. childbirth.

progress is made, all thanks to your hormone gremlins.

It's safe to say everyone's favorite duo was back like they never left, just with a lingering air of sexual tension and babies in the oven.

You were never good at holding water, which is why you told your family and friends about it the very same night. Your friends were the most excited you'd ever seen them, and that was before you even mentioned who the father was.

When Miles questioned who the father was with a meek voice interrupting said celebrations, Lewis stepped forward with a cocky smirk and a pep in his step that made you want to kick the back of his legs in.

Instead, you gently motioned to Lewis with your arm thrown out.

You'll never forget your friend's reactions like a scene from a telenovela; they all gasped dramatically and clutched their pearls. "Oh, I'm going to beat everybody's ass; why didn't we know y'all were together?"

"We are NOT together." You interrupt.

"So fucking?" Miles pipes up, and you feel like you are on stage with a literal spotlight directed at you, with the way they are all intently observing you, including Lewis.

"Not fucking either." You deny, slapping Lewis' arm as to say, help me out here. He shakes his head at you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"It was a one-time thing that we both agreed would never happen again. This is the consequence of our actions that night." You put your hands on your pudgier stomach. "Yay!" you cheer quietly.

Whit stands first, and with tears in her eyes, she throws her arm over your shoulder, pulling you into a hug. Mori stands after already having been emotional since the initial announcement. She saunters over with a coo of "Aww, mama bear," joining in on the embrace.

Lewis' boys stand up, Miles put his hand out to Lewis for a dap and ends up pulling him into a hug. "One step closer." He chuckles gripping Lewis' shoulder as he steps back.

Daniel grins, approaching Lewis with his arms open and ready, "I'm proud of you, brother." He congratulates them through his own wide grin.

You turn to Lewis with your bottom lip poked out as your friends kneel around your tiny belly. It doesn't even really look like there's a child in there, but that doesn't halt your friends from gently caressing it.

You wipe away an unsuspecting tear as Miles coos gently to your stomach, "Hope you don't get your dad's forehead, lil man."

"She's a girl!" Whit scowls, mushing his face away from your belly.

"We don't know what it is, actually." Daniel returns Whit's actions, mushing her to the right as he emerges front and center.

Lewis, who had stood off to the side watching your friend's love on you and your unborn baby, steps to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. He leaves a lingering kiss on your hairline before knocking Daniel over with his foot.

"Don't call my child an it."

Your parents, on the other hand, were a completely different story.

Your full government name is shouted by your mother as she holds onto your dad for support. They both look like they've been shot, and the greater betrayal was that you were the one who pulled the trigger. "Oh, Lord in heaven, please!"

"Ma." You whine, "Don't look like that, guys."

Lewis parents are sat beside your own, his mom is eyeing you up and down a interested look dawning her face. When your dad wipes the suprise from his face he looks like he is beginning the five stages of grief.

"My baby- I can't."

Lewis' mother slaps her ex-husband's thigh, motioning to the anxious look adorning their son's face.

"Lewis," His mom all but shouts, "Are you the father?" It comes out in a squeal, one that has your parents pausing their dramatics and leaning forward in sync.

Lewis looks like a thief caught red-handed. And just as you looked to him for support earlier, he does the same to you. You shrug at him, throwing your hands into your pockets.

How does it feel to be thrown to the sharks?

He stutters for a while, so he avoids eye contact with your dad. When his father speaks up, his voice is demanding. "Be a man, Lewis, answer."

You almost feel bad watching as your guys' parents sit literally on the edge of their seats. Lewis has never felt more nervous in his life. Deciding to put an end to his misery, you close the distance between you two and intertwine your hands.

"The baby is mine," Lewis announces, and your family jumps up like they've won the lotto.

Unlike your friends, they don't rush to you guys; they rush to each other. Your mom and Lewis' mom bounce up and down as they hug, and like the annoying men your fathers are, they point at each other with wide grins on their faces before they are in each other's embrace as well.

You and Lewis face each other in perplexity.

He clears his throat, and you call out, "Umm, hello?"

"Aww, my baby," your mom cries, rushing to you with her arms held high. You still stare back at Lewis, and your face is set in bafflement as she presses her lips to your cheeks and then cups your belly. Your dad comes barreling through, quite literally pushing your mom out of the way, and he is enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug.

Your mom shouts your dad's name, whacking the back of his head, "The girl is pregnant. Be gentle."

He eases back and holds your face in his hands, eyes staring into you with such adoration that it makes you emotional all over again. "My baby is having a baby."

Choked up you see Lewis' parents loving on him in the same manner, you catch Anthony's eyes and he is unraveling himself from his son and pulling you into him. "I couldn't be any more happier, my girl." He talks quietly into your ear as he hugs you.

As you talk to Lewis' mom, you see your dad and mom embracing Lewis, and you chuckle as he happily accepts their graces.

As time went on they just barely settled down.

"Oh please," you taunt. "You literally looked like you guys were ready to kill me."

You watch on in puzzlement as they begin writing Facebook posts.

"Yes, my darling." Your mother hums.

"Before we found out Lewis was the father." His mom adds with a cheeky smile.

"So?" your dad motions between the two of you, relaxing comfortably on the loveseat. "How long has this been a thing?"

At your words, the grin is wiped from his face, "It's not."

"Have you defiled my daughter Lewis Carl Dav-"

"Dad!" you shout, groaning again as he turns to Anthony with an incredulity like no other.

"So, maybe let's not do Facebook?" You suggest.

Lewis raises from beside you sauntering over to the dad couch, he sits on the arm of the chair beside your dad and talks lowly to them. You cannot hear what he says but by the way a grin covers the faces of the entire couch you know he's used his classic Hamilton charm on them.

He watches you as he speaks and shoots you a wink when he sees you trying to read his lips.

"I think we're going to head back to our wing of the house." He announces and that's your cue to start lifting from the couch.

You say your goodbyes, giving everyone smooches and welcoming the last of their congratulations. Lewis saunters over to you after doing the same and reaches for your hand. You graciously accept, waving one final time before he pulls you from the secondary house.

"So how are we going to go about this?" You question as the two of you walk hand in hand.

"However you want."

"I don't like how you just agree with everything I say; give me some input; this is your child, too." You ensure, "I'm open to what you want as well."

"I want you to be close to me during the pregnancy. It'd make me feel better for sure." He hums.

"Can I ask how that'd work? You're going to be traveling for the season. I want to keep my job for as long as I can."

"I want you to be stress free, I meant what I said, I'll take care of anything you need. Please just- you don't have to quit forever; just let me take care of you while you're pregnant, at least."

He looks so concerned with the idea of you working that it has you reaching up to physically push the frown from his face. You stop in front of him and poke your finger on his face by the corner of his mouth.

"Stop pouting," you instruct, "I work for my dad, after all. I think he'll understand."

He breathes a sigh of relief, grabbing your hand again as you start walking ahead of him.

"I also want everyone to know the baby's mine." He adds. "Unless you planned on keeping them out of the light, which I get-"

"Done." You cheese. "I'll let the world know you knocked me up, Sir Hamilton. More requests?"

"Move in with me."

You don't say anything as you turn to face him. The moon creates a glow around the two of you as you glance up at him.

"C'mon, I purchased the house because you liked it anyway," he shrugs. "You're there more than me during the season; Roscoe loves having you there; I love having you there. Plus, you love it there."

You stare up at him with an admiration like no other. It has him turning his blushing face to the side.

"I did say it'd be the perfect home for a kid one day, huh?" You squeal, wrapping yourself around him, "I'm so excited!"

He lifts you with one arm like you weigh nothing, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"I'm excited, too." He hums as he walks you into the primary home. The lights are all off as he carries you up the stairs and into your room. He plops you down onto the bed, crouching down to pull your slippers from your feet.

"I can do that myself, you know? I'm not that pregnant yet." You huff.

"What kind of man would I be if I had my baby mama doing anything?" He smirks up at you.

"All it took was me carrying your child for you to be awfully sweet to me, would've fucked you sooner."

"Always sweet to you," Lewis smiles up at you, "gotta stop talking like that to me if you don't want me to get the wrong idea."

"Mhmm." You fall back into the bed.

Lewis crawls onto the bed beside you, laying his head against your stomach; he pokes you, making you jump.

"Stop it, I'm ticklish." You warn; he only smiles, nestling further into you. "There's a baby in here." His voice is so low you almost miss it.

"Thank you." You express gently, rubbing your fingers through his braids.

"For what?" utters Lewis as his palm rubs in circular motions against your belly.

"For giving me everything I've ever wanted."

"I always will."

Whoever came up with the saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder was truly right. Although it was less than ideal, you and Lewis were back as if it had never happened. In fact, it's like the time you had away from each other forced you into the beautiful dynamic the two of you have now. Neither of you wanted to be without the other again.

It had been three months since your beautiful discovery, so that put you at a whopping five months pregnant.

Your belly was now noticeably bigger and rounder, much bigger than it would've been if Lewis' family didn't have a history of twins. And it was most definitely getting in the way of things, literally.

You huff as you struggle to squat down low enough to lift the box of blankets you packed. Just as you feel yourself get a good enough grip on the box and you begin to lift Lewis is by your side wearing a disapproving scowl.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to carry stuff out of here."

"Lewis," you huff, "It's literally just blankets."

"I don't care, sit down." He orders.

You stomp away from him, plopping down on the couch. He walks out of the front door and returns only moments later, waltzing into your kitchen.

He appears again with a plate full of orange slices, and you sigh as he approaches you.

"Lewis, there's only so many orange slices I can take in a day, buddy."

"The doctor said oranges are a good snack for month five," he pouts, "my kids need vitamin C."

"Trust me, belly's fine."

Almost like they can sense the presence of food, they kick at you, and you, still not used to the sensation, cup your stomach in a gasp.

"Mhhm," Lewis disapproves, "feed my babies." He is setting the plate of fruit in your lap, bending quickly to peck your stomach. "I have a few more boxes to help them load and then I'll be taking you home, okay."

You can only offer him a puffy smile, your cheeks filled with fruit. He chuckles leaning over to ruffle your hair and he's pulling your forehead to his lips pressing a chaste kiss there before he's walking towards the stack of boxes.

You dreamily sigh, watching his glistening tatted back contract as he lifts the heavy mass.

These fucking babies were turning you into a horny mess.

It was the second week of June. A week later than the deadline, you promised Lewis that you'd move into his home. Well, your home now, too.

It was safe to say that Lewis meant business. You had spent the last few months bouncing from country to country, attending every race with him and basking in the free time with each other, which he had before and after races.

When you opted to skip the Canadian Grand Prix under the pretense that you would go home to oversee the movers, he hesitantly drove you to the airport the day before qualifying.

But when you got home and your preganacy brain got to you, you realized you scheduled your movers for the wrong saturday. You could've sworn Lewis was having a panic attack with the way he was in hysterics over the facetime call as you explained your situation.

He had booked himself a very late flight after his race and appeared at your doorstep with an armful of plant-based treats and a carton of strawberry fro-yo. "It's good for the babies." He smiled sheepishly as he rushed in.

And here you were now, big and bored, spread across the couch as Roscoe snuggled into your side. You don't remember falling asleep next to your furry friend, but as Lewis gently shakes you awake with an adorable twinkle in his eyes you can't even be bothered to be irritated.

"Hey, mama," he coos. "You ready to head out?"

You nod, still groggy, swinging your legs over the couch and preparing to stand. Lewis catches you off guard as he swoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style with ease. He calls for Roscoe as he slips through the front door.

He opens the passenger side door of his car and sits you down softly, reaching over you to grab the seatbelt. And he's so close to you that it has your heart hammering when his hand swipes against your chest to pull at the belt.

"I'll be back in a second, going to lock up here."

He smirks as he closes the door and you see him taking his precious time to make it back into your former home.

You were no fool; truthfully, you were fully aware of the sexual tension that hung between you and Lewis since the night of his birthday.

There were lingering touches and gazes that you were sure were sexually charged. You've even noticed Lewis' impure reactions to you, and it made your brain race with questions.

The driver's side door opening drew you from your thoughts as Lewis appeared this time covered in a white tee. You will away your disappointment and reach for his phone to play some music. When you do you see a message from a saved contact.

Marie

Isn't it about time for you to come see me again?

"You've got a message." You tell him nonchalantly even though your heart aches.

"From who?"

You try to hand him the phone, but he waves it off, reversing the car. "Can you read it to me?"

"Marie, she says, and I quote, Isn't it about that time for you to come see me again? You late to a link, Lew?" You laugh even though there isn't shit funny to you.

"You can block her." He declares casually.

"Huh?"

"Block her for me." He orders, but he still hasn't turned to look at you. "She was just someone I saw when I was in Canada."

"Lewis, you don't have to end your fun on my account; I'm the pregnant one. You do know that you don't have to."

"Yeah." He pushes out hoarsely. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. In a way, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Life with Lewis has felt so extra domestic lately. It was almost like the two of you were in a relationship, minus the physical affection. And even then, that physicality was there; you two just never kissed or, well, had sex.

You wondered if he felt it the same way you had.

But then the thought lingers in the back of your head: did he see her when you left to come home?

The way he was acting oddly uncomfortable with the conversation gave you your answer, and in the end, you couldn't fault him for it.

You do as he instructs, clicking Marie's contact and blocking her number, and then you continue on with your initial mission and scroll through Lewis' Spotify until you find music to your liking.

The rest of the drive is silent except for the soft melodies escaping his speakers.

When you pull into Lewis' driveway, he parks, turns off the car, and hurries to your side, opening the door before you even have the chance to do so. He opens the backdoor and holds onto your hand. "Roscoe, c'mon boy."

He leads you into the home like you haven't passed through the very same doors a million times before.

"Which room did they move me into?" You question making your way upstairs.

"Oh," Lewis pauses, "I figured you'd be with me, in mine."

"Oh, okay."

You walk past him and further up the stairs as he trails behind you.

When you enter his room you beeline straight into his closet, well you guys' closet and sure enough there are more of your belongings taking up space.

You stand on your tiptoes to reach for one of his tee shirts. He is behind you in an instant, one hand holding your hip firmly and forcing your feet back onto the ground. The other reaches up and grasps the shirt you had been aiming for.

When you turn to take the shirt from him, he once again gives you the same disapproving gaze he'd given you earlier.

"Oh God, Lewis. I can't even get on my tiptoes anymore?" You question, pulling the shirt from his grasp.

"You could've tipped over." He argues, following you out of the closet. "You want a bath or a shower tonight?" He queries, already heading into the bathroom.

"A bath, please; my body is killing me."

"Put this on," he orders, tossing you your robe.

You strip from your shorts and tee-shirt throwing the robe on and waiting patiently for Lewis to emerge from the bathroom.

When he does, he's shirtless, and the sweats are hanging low.

"I've got your bath running. Sit down," he orders, pointing to the bed.

"Why?" you question, but you're already moving to the bed and plopping down.

"Why do you question everything?" He chuckles. And he is slipping behind you in an instant, his hands instantly moving up to knead at your shoulders.

You can't help the moan you let out. "Fuck, that feels great. Thank you."

"It's the least I can do, letting my youngsters beat you up all day."

You can only chortle as his hands move along your back.

"Gonna come out feisty, like you."

"I am not," you argue.

"yeah, okay." He whispers, his hands traveling lower and lower. His hands are gripping your sides firmly as his thumbs massage masterfully into your back.

"Fuck, Lewis." You mewl.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah."

You almost cry as you feel him lifting behind you, but when he pushes you onto your back gently and cradles your legs, the whine in your throat is replaced with a nervous gulp.

His hands caress your thighs, moving up and down expertly, and you bask in the comfort.

"I didn't sleep with her in Canada, never even saw her this year."

"Oh," you murmur with your eyes closed. On the outside, you were calm, but mentally, you were shrieking tears of joy.

"Haven't been sleeping around." He announces again.

When you say nothing, he persists, "Haven't been with anyone since you."

You know Lewis so well that you can predict his face even before you open your eyes.

His voice sounds a bit gravelly and shaky, and you know he's peering up at you through his perfect lashes, waiting to gauge your reaction.

So when you open your eyes and see him hovering over your legs exactly as you imagined, you can only shoot him a purposeful smile.

"I figured. You've spent all of your time with me." You shrug. He nods relief washing over him. In all honesty he was happy that you recognized the switch in him. Recognized that all of his focus was soley on you and your unborn babies, who you've nicknamed belly.

"Five months is a long time to go without sex." You declare, and he bobs his head to the side,

"Not really, not for me. What about you?"

He feels his heart leap with joy at your next words.

"I haven't slept with anyone else since you either. I've gone longer without sex, so five months would've been easier if I wasn't lugging around two hormone gremlins."

You both share a laugh as you motion to your round belly.

"You're suffering then?"

"Suffering like a motherfucker." You huff.

"I can fix that."

You sit up, coming face to face with him; he stares at you intensely. It was your idea, not to mention the night you two had shared, as well as your doing, to solidify the fact that you two would never sleep together again.

However, your emotions were running, and your hormones were at an all-time high, so could anyone really even blame you for pulling his mouth to yours in a searing kiss?

Like the time before, it's like Lewis is ready for you. He pushes you back down, his legs still holding him above you. This time, Lewis takes the initiative, spreading your mouth open and entering like it's home. One of his elbows is being used as leverage to hold him above your bump. His other hand has your jaw in a tight grip, holding you in place.

Your hands are exploring his body. Traveling the expanse of his chest to his back, anything you can reach.

He disconnects his mouth from yours, his head turning towards the bathroom. "Shit, sorry."

He stands, shooting you a sorrowful look as he beelines into the washroom.

When he appears again, he is looking at you with hungry eyes, but his words are so domestic that you are ready to jump his bones.

"Made your bath too hot. Got time to let that cool down."

You smirk at him, beckoning him over. You're both sitting angled towards each other and just as you move forward to touch his lips with your own he is moving his head to the side forcing you to peck the corner of his mouth.

You lean back with furrowed brows. "What was that?"

"I want to clarify something first, this time. So we won't have a repeat of last time."

Damn, you scream to yourself. You were already extremely horny, and now you'd have to sit and listen to him declare that this was a means of pleasure only. Which in return would most likely turn you off. So yay, no life-altering dick for you tonight.

"Go on then." You wave your hand, and Lewis laughs.

"Patience, you horny beast."

You gasp, thumping his head.

"But really, I, um, wanted to let you know this for a while. It's been on my mind even heavier since my birthday."

"Okay,"

"I love you." He blurts, "and not in the conventional friendship way, you're my best friend but I love you more than that. And I have for as long as I could remember."

You feel like you've been freed from hell's gates; everything in you feels so much lighter, so much more merrier.

Like always, when Lewis tries to find the words to say, his head is tilted downwards to the side as he works through what to say. His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he can't find it in him to look at you quite yet. He has to say how he feels now, or he'll never say it.

"I'm the man I am today because of you. You've been with me every step of the way. You've never turned your back on me or gotten sick of me; you've been everything I've ever wanted from the beginning. I've tried to fill the void of not having you with other... distractions, should I say. And it never made me forget about you, never made me want you any less, always made me want you even more."

You choke up at his words. This was all you've ever wanted to hear spoken to you.

"I love you and I feel like I have ever since I've been able to have complex emotions. You are my childhood dream. Over the racing and the luxury lifestyle, over anything. I've always wanted you more than anything. I meant every word I said to you on my birthday, and I'm taking accountability now for the argument. I wanted to hear you say that you meant the words you said to me, like I meant the words I said to you. I should have just admitted it. But I didn't, and I was a fool; I regret it every day. But I love you all the same."

He peers up at you through his lashes and through his own teary eyes he can see the tears bubbling over the surface as you poke out your bottom lip in your classic pout.

"Oh, Lew," you whine, wrapping him in such a tender embrace. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words."

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, and you can feel wetness glide down your collar.

You grasp his head in your hands, cupping his cheeks so that you can see him eye to eye.

"I love you," you state. "More than the entire world, I've always told you that, and I've always meant it."

His lips twitch, and his eyes soften. Finally, he breaks into a smile. "How much I love you is unexplainable, Lew. I've been fighting myself forever about it, frustrated that I'd never see anyone like I see you. I've been settling because I thought I couldn't have you. You're all I've ever wanted. And I meant what I said that night, too. I was made for you and only you, always only ever been yours. No one has had my heart but you."

This time, the kiss is passionate and slow. You taste saltiness as you succumb to each other. You separate with a gasp, hand coming down to soothe your stomach. "They're beating me up again." You whisper, watching as their tiny feet nudge against your stomach.

Lewis bends down, pressing pecks to your bulging belly, "Think they're just celebrating."

You watch from above with a loving smile on your face. "My little family." You coo, bringing your hand up to rest in Lewis' hair.

"I'm going to marry you, you know that, right?" Lewis peers up at you.

"I sure would hope so." And you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"They're not stopping." He announces, his hand covering your own on your belly.

"They always get excited when you're close to me." You admit.

His eyes crinkle at your words, and his mouth spreads into a grin.

"I'm happy to be with you guys, too," he coos to your gut, "but we have to let Mama relax, okay." At his words, the thumps from inside of you come to a halt, and you and Lewis marvel at each other.

"Wow," you whisper.

"Come on." He is standing from the bed, holding his hand out for you.

He helps you stand from the bed, gently pulling you into the bathroom.

When you're inside, he faces you towards the mirror. He unclasps the necklace sitting it onto the bathroom counter and slowly his hands travel to your front to untie your robe. It falls off of your shoulders and he proceeds to drag it down your arms and from your body.

You stare at him through the mirror with no shame as he trails his eyes along your body.

"Most beautiful woman in the world." He hums. You're standing in front of him naked as he reaches past you to drop your now discarded robe beside your necklace.

As he does so, he presses lingering kisses to your neck.

He steps back, holding out his arm to direct you into the bathtub.

"Get in with me?" You suggest as you notice him standing off to the side.

Lewis curses himself for feeling like a shy virgin around you every time you even remotely flutter your eyes at him.

"Please." You add submerging yourself into the warm water.

Lewis slips from his sweats, easing into the tub at the other end.

"Remember when we used to have baths together as kids?" You reminisce, blowing a pile of bubbles at him.

Lewis leans back, his arms dangling over the edge. "Simple times."

"You remember when you pooped?" You tease, leaning forward.

Lewis splashes you a tiny bit, bubbles landing on your face. "That was you," he denied.

"Big fat liar." you cackled.

Lewis sees you inching towards him like a tiger on the prowl. You're in his lap before he knows it, your arms locked around his neck. He wraps his own around your waist.

No more words are spoken between you two. You lift your soapy hand and tilt his head up to you, pressing your mouth to his.

Lewis groans into your mouth as you settle over him.

"Want you so bad." You confess, your lips trailing from his mouth to his jaw and down into the crevice of his neck.

Your hand reaches down between the two of you, and you smile against his skin as you grip him.

So hard already.

Lewis throws his head back against the porcelain as you wrap your hand around him in a snug grasp.

You're in his ear saying some of the most obscene words he's ever heard as you sit on top of him, tugging him. He can feel your belly rubbing against his, and it's driving him mad.

"Want to make love? Can we do that, Lewis? Make it even better than the last time."

Lewis gasps out his words as you sit back on his legs and use both of your hands to twist and tug on him. He bites on his bottom lip and grips you tighter. "Fuck, yes. Please"

You can only smile at him as you observe his resolve crumbling. You don't stop even as he begins to spasm and continually moan out your name. He grunts one last time before it transforms into a fit of masculine whimpers. He literally falls apart in your hands as you massage him through his release.

"Got another one in you?" You ask, already positioning yourself over him.

He opens his eyes, pupils blown and wild. And then his bitten and swollen lips spread into a dopey smile.

You give him a peck; widening said smile before you line him up at your entrance. The smile is wiped from his face as his facade once again contorts to one of pure pleasure.

You can only gasp and move your grip to his shoulders as you sink onto him inch by inch until you feel him nestled tightly into you.

"Fuck." He groans.

You ease your body up and down over him slowly, he's so fucking big.

You moan as you continue your slow pace. You want to take your time with him. But it was getting increasingly hard feeling that delicious stretch every time you lifted over him.

Lewis hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you sank down onto him. He is staring at you like you hung the sun, moon, and the stars yourself.

He uses both of his hands to pull your mouth towards his, "I love you." He breathes into you, pressing passionate pecks onto your lips. He holds your face close to his, maintaining eye contact as you roll over him.

Your mouth drops open as you feel him lift his hips over and over. Between his eyes piercing into you and the slow, languid strokes he's giving you, you weren't sure what would throw you over the edge first.

You moan quietly as you feel the blaze building in your belly. He's so big that it feels like he's entering you for the first time all over again.

You feel inebriated by him as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He's still just as vocal as he was the first time, and it's putting you in overdrive.

Lewis is thrusting up into you with a force that has the breath leaving your lips in sharp pants with every re-entry.

Your foreheads fall against each other, both of you watching your bodies drive against the water.

Lewis is lifting you from his lap like you weigh nothing. He turns you around to face the opposite way. You gasp as he pulls your arms up and directs you to hold onto the end of the tub in front of you. You're on your knees, arms holding your upper body out of the water. You feel his knees slide in between your spread legs, and his hands caress up and down your wet back.

One hand settles on your shoulder, the other on your waist, and then he is sliding into you slowly. You hang your head, letting out a deep breath, "fuck." you cry out as he strokes at such a deliberately slow momentum.

As he pushes into you, his grip on your shoulders forces you back at the same time. He's going so slow but getting so deep that it has you tightening your grip.

When he hits your spot, you lurch forward.

He pulls you back onto him, his hand tightening against your waist.

"Don't run. Stay with me." He orders, his voice is deep and raspy. "This what you wanted, remember?"

You nod your head, eyes closing shut as your thighs quiver. "Oh god."

"Want to make you feel better." He moans. "I was waiting for you to let me see this pretty pussy again." He hums, and you feel his hands spread you apart.

"So fucking pretty, so tight."

It was like he was tormenting you, giving you an inch and then taking a mile every time he pushed into you slowly just to have you wallowing for more when he pulled himself out.

"You're being greedy, mama." He chuckles as you push yourself back onto him. "take what you want then."

At his words, you begin to swivel your hips back at a much quicker pace, feeling his pelvis brush against your ass with every motion.

"C'mon, take it." he grunts. "that's right, want it so bad."

You pull yourself forward, only to spiral back into him repeatedly. Lewis is a mess behind you, his hands reaching up to hold his braids from his face. He kneels there and allows you to use his body in any way you please.

He takes in an unsteady breath when you tighten around him. As you drag your pussy over him, he feels himself being tugged with you. "So tight." he moans, "don't even wanna let me go."

He pulls you up by your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, and begins hammering into you over and over. One hand travels to your throat, and his grip is temperate.

"All you needed, huh? Feel better already?"

You nod your head, yes, head falling back onto his shoulder. He pummels into you stroke after stroke until he feels it. You constrict around him, hands coming to grip his arm, and you moan his name over and over.

He doesn't show you any mercy. He keeps up his fast pace as you writhe in his arms. His head falls, and as he feels himself come undone, he bites down on your shoulder with a growl that lights your body on fire all over again. You feel him spurt into you, and you whine as he nestles himself into your core further.

After a while, Lewis pulls himself from your gut with a hiss. He reaches down and unplugs the drain. He sits, spreading his legs and pulling you in between them. When you're nestled against his chest, he sighs, once again placing his hand on your neck to angle your face towards his. He places a sensual kiss on your lips before letting you go with a smile.

"Should I run us a bath, or do you want to hop in the shower for a quick wash?"

You turn to the left, observing the standing shower, and you scoff. "you've ruined my legs, Lew; I couldn't stand in there if I wanted."

"Bath it is." He grins, already reaching for the knobs.

"Plus, I want to sit with you like this for a while. Bask in this."

"I love you," he expresses, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."

Spoiler alert: he never did. As the days went on and turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months, and Lewis never changed his affections. You two were in a constant honeymoon phase, which you were sure was permanent.

You two were perfect for each other in every sense and made each other whole.

The dynamics that made you two the perfect friends bled over into your relationship, and things were flawless, to say the least.

Until, you felt a popping feeling and then a gush of water fall between your legs. Lewis was on his way home from the airport having left to race in Singapore he was relieved that he'd be back three days before your expected due date.

But when he gets a call from his best friend and hears your cranky voice in the background, his heart hammers with nerves.

"Miles, I swear to fucking god," he hears you groan. "if he doesn't have his high yellow ass to the hospital before I push these goddamn babies out of me, I will kill him. Tell him I will kill him."

"You heard her, man," Miles stammers. He hears commotion over the phone, and he gives up his useless attempts to grab either of your attention.

"Oi Miles!" He hears a slap in the background. "Oh my fucking god," you cry out. "Where is Whit? I don't want your help, fucking men."

Miles reappears on the screen; he looks disheveled and like he's just been in a cat fight, "Hey, brother." he pants. "I'm trying here, just how far are you?"

"Lewis leans forward, seeing his ETA on his driver's screen. "Only ten minutes. Is she okay?" His voice is full of concern, and Miles squawks.

"Brother, ten minutes is too long. She just absolutely beat my ass for putting the wrong treats in the bag. There are a million gummies in here. How am I sup-"

"Gushers, Miles. On the top shelf of the pantry behind the rice cakes."

"Why the hell are there gushers behind rice cakes?" He cries out, rushing to the pantry. Lewis sees you in the background as Miles breezes by.

You stand in the middle of the living room face set in a pout one hand grasping the a bag of organic gummies and the other holding your phone to your ear.

"Whit!" He hears you cry out, "I'm about to have these fucking babies alone with fucking Miles! Fucking Miles! And he gives me fucking Annes organic fruit snacks, Whitney! Why the fuck would I want organic candy? And Lew hid the gushers, and he's not going to be here in time, and I don't know where he put them."

Miles drops his jaw, halting his reach for the treats. "Hey, I'm trying my best! I want the best for you and my godchildren. I'm trying here!"

"Your trying isn't enough; obviously, I need the god mom. Whit! Fucking men, can't even find my fucking candy." You call out again.

"Ugh- did she just stomp away from me."

The call disconnects, and Lewis lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls into his neighborhood. He rushes out of the car, running up the steps of you guys' home. When he enters the foyer, he rushes to where he saw you last on the phone. Only you're not standing in the living room in distress. It's Miles slumped onto the couch with a family pack of gushers in his lap. He notices the two gusher wrappers beside his friend, and he storms up to him, snatching the box and slapping the side of his head.

"Where's my baby?"

"Upstairs, y'all are going to learn how to appreciate me one day. I'm the godfather to your children-"

Lewis smacks his teeth, rushing up the stairs and into your bedroom. He sees you lugging your baby bag onto the bed, and he rushes over to you, pulling it from your grasp.

"Hey bunny, I'm here."

Your lip wobbles as you look up at him, and you let out a relieved cry. Lewis opens his arms to embrace you, and you quickly pull the box from his hands, stuffing it into your bag.

"I was looking for these." You cried.

Lewis, used to your pregnant shenanigans, allows you to cry tears of relief for the sudden appearance of your after-labor treat. It's all you'd been asking for for weeks, but your doctor had you on a strict diet.

"Bunny," he persists, his arms open. You sniffle, stepping into his embrace.

"How are you feeling?"

"My vagina hurts, and I was scared you weren't going to make it."

He chuckles, holding you close to him, "always going to make it when it comes to you guys."

It's safe to say your mood didn't get any better when you made it to the hospital.

Lewis was by your side as you held onto his hand for dear life.

"Baby," he coos, "you're doing great."

"Oh my god," you wince, pulling your hand from his as you clutch the sheets. "Get the fuck away from me."

He looks baffled as you curse up a storm.

Lewis takes a step back only to be nudged forward again by the doctor. "Trust me, she'll murder you if you get away from her."

He holds onto your hand again, using the towel to wipe the sweat from your hairline.

Even now as you take in deep breaths and hang your head like you're about to die, Lewis think you are beautiful. You're glistening with sweat and throwing out words that would make a pastor faint but you're still beautiful with your freshly done birthing braids and bewildered face.

"Oh fuck this! Count the shit, measure the shit, whatever, and check again. I don't care if I'm not dilated enough; make it enough! Get these babies out of me."

You were regretting your decision to go all-natural as another contraction rippled through you. You let go of the sheet and grasp Lewis' hand again.

You look up to him, and he is staring at you in pure adoration. "I promise, you've got this." He encourages.

You feel tears of relief pool as your doctor let's out a direct order. "And we're there, when I get to three you push, okay."

You only nod as Lewis crouches down, "Push like hell, bunny."

You don't count how many times you hear him count to three or how many agonizing pushes you give until you hear the first cry. You're momentarily distracted as you watch them hold your baby into the air.

"Come on, Mom, got to keep going," your doctor orders.

You exhale, taking another deep breath as you push again. Lewis remains by your side, holding your hand and coaxing you through the pain.

"You're doing so great, bunny. So proud of you. We're about to meet our babies; we just have to push a little bit more."

His words are all you need to get through another insufferable ninety seconds before you hear an even louder cry.

Lewis kisses the top of your head as you fall back in exhaustion. "So proud of you, baby, hmm. I love you."

You're no longer the angry woman you were twenty minutes ago. You're looking up at Lewis with tired eyes that still glow with love and excitement.

"Baby boy came first." Your doctor hums settling him on one side of your chest, Another nurse comes forward settling your second baby on the oposite side. "And his sister came to stake her territory after."

You cry out, but it comes out in the form of a laugh. Your hands come up to hold both of your babies against your chest. Lewis crouches down, eyeing you three in amazement.

"My beautiful family."

He places a kiss atop each head, watching as they instantly settle down amongst your warm body.

You've never felt so much love in your life. You think back to all of the times you felt you were destined to be alone, all of the times you craved for someone to love you unconditionally. You gave up hope that you'd find it in a partner, so a baby was all you craved. But here you were with a man who loved you more than it was possible for love to exist. Here you were with two products of that love.

You order the nurse to remove one of the railings so the Lewis can nestle in beside you. The doctor suggest for him to remove his shirt and he does so quickly, gently sliding beside you. You motion for him to grab the babygirl and he eases her onto his chest with ease. You peck his head as you watch the tears glide down his face.

"I just love you all so much." he cries.

And you know exactly how he feels as you two bask in the moment.

You think back to the moment that made this all possible, laying in Lewis' bed as the words leave his mouth, "It's something about loving someone so much that you want to fill them up with another part of you."

Looking at your two babies, you could tell they each were going to represent a part of both of you. As your daughter lets out constant noises, Lewis turns to you with knowing eyes, "Just like her mama." Your son's eyes pop open at the sound of his sister, and you coo, "Brother bear."

"Do we have names ready?" The doctor hums.

y/u/n

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y/u/n I want to share this love I found with everyone. you deserve to meet my happy family after all of this time. Of all of the things that I wanted to be, being a mother was always my true calling. It's not easy, but it's worth it. To my babies, mommy loves you always; when the world is cruel, and your heart makes you feel like a fool, know that I will be there always. To LJ, my daring little boy, I see your father in everything you do; you will always be my baby bear, so strong and courageous, but with a mind so strong and a heart so big, you're forever unstoppable. My baby, Giana, Gigi girl, you came into the world demanding to be heard. You're fierce and bold in all of the best ways. Already, I admire the way you think and the things I know you will do. You heal a part of me I didn't know needed healing. You're my favorite girls girl, I love listening to you yap puppy, I love that you love talking to me. Always stand your ground, girly; never dull your light or lower your voice for anyone or anything. If no one listens, know I will. And to the love of my life, who has given me everything I could've ever wanted, plus more. You've outdone yourself, Lew; there aren't enough words to articulate how much I love you. Still my best friend, soon to be my husband, forever and always, the love of my life <3

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lewishamiton I can never think you enough for all that you've given to me. I love you more than life bunny. ❤️

user okay but the family of crochet animals. PUPPY? BEAR? CHEETAH? BUNNYYYY? 🥲

whitwhit still so proud of you mama ❤️

y/u/n the best god mommy in the world! I love you.

landonorris Mother🤰🏽Literally. Beautiful souls, even more beautiful children.

y/u/n love love love you Lando

user i always knew they'd get together one day, my happy heart!

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lewishamilton Thank you will never be enough for all that has been given to me. I love you, bunny, and every time I think it's impossible to feel more than that, you prove me wrong. To the rest of our lives together, to our children, and to the life I've had with you. We're in this together, forever. Daddy loves you, LJ, and Gigi, forever here, forever loving you.

charles_leclerc So happy for you man!

sebastianvettel never have you been happier man, congratulations.

user you mean to tell me that all of this time we thought he was uncle lew and whole time HE'S THE PAPPYYYY

lewishamilton like these are my kids, that my son. I was so bothered by that ngl. THEY LOOK JUST LIKE ME.

user you tell us not to assume and then when we don't assume you want us to assume what do you want from us sir?!?!

so this is the end that's not the end, I'll most likely make blurbs for their future 🌚

hope you enjoyed it.

not proofread sorry for any mistakes I was rushing honey

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We don't have to wait

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Wanda doesn't like to leave you alone for long. But sometimes she has to. That however doesn't mean, that you can't have fun together.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, guided masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, dirty talk, Mommy kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader This is the guided masturbation fic. In the end I don't think it turned out the way I hoped it would, so let me know what you guys think.

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She doesn’t like to leave you alone. Especially for long. She misses you terribly and her heart always aches for you, but sometimes it’s inevitable. She has you under a strict no touch rule, selfishly wanting all your pleasure for herself, but she knows that she hardly has to remind you. You’d been with her long enough not to want to touch without her anyway. Mommy felt much better. You knew that well enough not to even try. You didn’t want to disappoint her, that’s true, but more importantly, you didn’t want to spoil the magical feeling of pleasure that she always brought. Wanda was always elated to come home to you, all needy and starved out for her touch and she always made it up to you. That was your deal. And usually you were happy to wait, but this new mission of hers stretched longer than expected and the throbbing between your legs got harder to ignore, making you almost desperate enough to break your resolve and her rule. You were lying in bed, lost in such thoughts, fighting an internal battle, when your phone suddenly vibrated and you saw an incoming video call from Wanda. You picked up immediately, happy to see her face and to have a distraction. As soon as you saw her face, you smiled, propping yourself up on the headboard.

“Hi, baby!” She greeted you warmly from the bed in her room. “How are you doing sweetheart?” “Hi, Wanda!” You let your smile widen. God, you loved this woman. “I’m good. Missing you terribly though.” “I know, honey, I miss you too! I’ll be just a few more days, but I promise to be back with you as soon as I can.” She assured you. “I really hope so.” You admitted, omitting to tell her how empty the house felt without her. You never wanted to make her feel bad for leaving. “I know I haven’t called as much either this time, but I just got back to the safehouse and showered.” She said, tilting her phone down to show you the towel still wrapped around her. “I can see that.” You smirked, letting your eyes linger at the tops of her breasts and her strong arms. “Please tell me you’re being safe.” You added, spotting a nasty bruise near her left bicep. “I am. Don’t worry, love. I made you a promise to always come back to you and I intend to keep it.” She said, her voice warm, but serious. “You better!” You said with a note of challenge. “Unless you’re tired of all this?” You added, pointing the camera at your naked body under the sheets. “Never.” Wanda smiled, biting her lower lip subconsciously at the sight of you in that bed, naked and just waiting to be ravished. “Good.” You smiled, dragging the camera back to your face and ready to move on to lighter topics, but Wanda would have none of that. “Oh no, honey, put that camera somewhere I can see you.” She said, her voice getting lower and more seductive. “I’ve missed that gorgeous body of yours.” “Really, Mommy?” You teased, purposefully delaying. “Yes. I missed my baby girl so much.” She assured you. “And I don’t like to be made to wait.” She added, impatiently raising an eyebrow at you. Smirking, you obliged, settling your phone on the nightstand beside you and moving, so you’d be in the center of the bed, pristine white sheets outlying your body’s curves in a teasing way. “Like this?” You asked, eyes glinting. “No, not like that.” Wanda shook her head knowingly. “You know what I want to see.” “Whatever could you mean?” You asked, a finger resting on your chin as you pretended to think. “Sheets off, baby. Show me that sexy little body of yours.” Wanda spoke more sternly, unappreciative of being teased, especially when she could do so little about it. “Now.” She added when you took your sweet time. Of course, you were merely playing with her, eventually following her instructions and pulling the sheets off of your body, so you could be left on display for her. You were lying on your tummy, the camera capturing you perfectly. Your head propped up on your arms, the outline of your breast visible from the side, shoulders up and your spine curving at your lower back. The swell of your ass looked delicious from this position too and Wanda couldn’t help but imagine how good she could fuck you like that. Her body on top of yours, her strap buried deep inside you, one of her hands wrapped around your neck and keeping your head up so she could litter your neck with small bites and kisses, while her other hand sneaked underneath you, skilled fingers rubbing circles on your clit. She’d make you cum so good like that.

“So beautiful.” She mused, smiling. You were a work of art. And all hers to admire. No one else was going to lay eyes on your beauty ever again if she had any say in it. You’d be forever hers. “Tell me, baby, have you been good while Mommy is away?” She asked softly. She knew it’s been a while. So long, that she would hardly hold it against you, if you touched. “I have.” You nod, your cheeks growing pink at her question. “But it’s been hard.” “Yeah?” Wanda asked, cocking her head to the side at your confession. “Have you been reading naughty things again?” “Maybe.” You giggled a little. God, she knew you so well. “Hmmm… Must have got you all needy, reading those stories again, when Mommy isn’t home to help you feel better. Is that what happened, baby? Are you feeling all hot and bothered now?” She asked softly, her voice dripping with innuendo. “Yes, Mommy.” You nodded, your body relaxing more on the bed at her words. She always knew how to soothe you. “What if Mommy said she could help you out, honey? Would you like that?” She continued, soft words making their way into your head, making you feel light, chasing away the swirling thoughts. “Mhm.” You nodded again, smiling, eager for that familiar feeling only she could bring. “Yes, Mommy. Would you help me?” “Such a good, polite girl.” Wanda praised. You were giving in so easily. So pliable for her right from the start. You must have really needed it. “If you want Mommy to help, you’ll have to promise to do as you’re told, my little darling. Do you think you can do that?” “I can do that.” You nodded eagerly, happy to agree to just about anything if it meant Wanda would let you feel good again. “All right then.” Wanda smiled victoriously. “Get nice and comfy and listen to Mommy’s voice.” Wanda instructed. “You can close your eyes if it’s going to be easier, or you can keep looking at Mommy.” She told you calmly, watching you sink deeper into the mattress, but your eyes stayed on her. “Very good, my darling.” She smiled. “So eager. I bet you don’t even need any foreplay. That pretty pussy of yours is already nice and wet, isn’t it?” “Yes, Mommy.” You breathed out, your hips rolling against the mattress. “Good. Then I want you to take your hand and touch your cute little clit. Just one finger.” She told you, her eyes unblinking as she followed your movements. Your hips rose, making room for the hand that sneaked under you and between your legs, the new position accentuating your curves even more. “Do it slowly, baby.” Wanda instructed. “Nice, gentle circles, just the way Mommy does it.” She explained. “Imagine that you’re lying down and you have Mommy between your legs, drawing small circles with her tongue. Slow and steady. Make it last.” She told you.

She knew you were needy, that you’ll come so quickly if she didn’t slow you down a little. And she was just starting to enjoy the show. She didn’t want it ending before it began. “That’s right, honey.” She encouraged, watching your hips rut against your hand, your breathing shallow, interrupted by small moans and sighs that left your lips. “Such a good girl.” She mused. “Tell me, baby, do you like that position? Does it feel good?” “Yes, Mommy, so good. Love being like this for you.” “Yeah?” Your girlfriend asked, smirking. “How about you give me a better view.” She suggested. You did as you were told, eagerly turning your back to the camera, your ass in the air, legs spread wide, the camera capturing your glistening folds perfectly, while your head was buried in the crumpled sheets. Your hand hovered close, just waiting for her permission to start touching again. “Mommy, please.” You wiggled your ass a little, hoping to entice the woman. “Look at that pussy! It’s just begging to be filled up. Begging for my cock… You must need it so bad right now.” She commented, as she watched the glistening wetness accumulate even more and your hand sneaked even closer to where you needed to touch so desperately. “Go ahead, honey. You can play with it for me. Just one finger. I wanna see it slide inside. Nice and slow. Just the tip dipping inside.” She instructed, drinking in your little frustrated whines and moans. “Yes, just like that. Tease that cute, little pussy. Maybe if it leaks enough, Mommy will give you more. What do you think? Do you deserve more?” You could barely respond, thoughts focused on doing what you’re told, scared that Wanda will take it away, should you misbehave. And it was so easy to just give in to your desire. The tip of your finger did very little, besides tease you and you needed so much more. “Please.” You whined, when her voice disappeared. “Aww, my poor girl. Is your brain getting fuzzy already?” She asked with fake pity in her voice. “But we’ve barely started, sweetheart.” Wanda pointed out. “Please.” You breathed out again, a sigh and a plea for more, that Wanda couldn’t resist. “Well, since you’re putting on a show for me… You can have that finger all the way inside, baby.” Wanda agreed, watching with a glint in her eyes, as you immediately did as you’re told, sinking a single finger as deep inside you as it could go.

You tried to keep your pace steady, but your hips had minds of their own, grinding down against the palm of your hand, trying to get some needed stimulation on your clit as well. Wanda let you have that moment for a little longer, knowing it will get you that much closer to your orgasm, using this time to leave her phone on her nightstand and start touching herself to the gorgeous image of your ass in the air and your pussy grinding against your hand. She could picture countless nights, when she had you just like this, strap buried inside you, as she made you fall apart for her. One in particular stood out, the two of you coming home from a road trip and running so late, ending up alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no one to see the way she pulled the car over, hurriedly pulling your clothes off of your body, so she could bend you over the back seats, your ass hanging out of the car, as she fucked into you from behind with one of the bigger straps you owned, the full moon shining above you as she made you cum. She’d emptied the toy’s reservoir of fake cum across your ass, fucking some of it into your pussy, before she put you on your knees, making you eat her pussy right there, on the side of the road, where anyone that passed could have seen you. Not that you cared much at the time. God, she really needed to be back home with you right now. “Such a good girl.” She sighed, forcing her attention back to the present. “I think you deserve two fingers, don’t you?” She asked, her fingers working faster between her own legs. “Yes, please.” You nodded, even though she probably couldn’t see. “Do it, baby. Do it for Mommy.” Wanda encouraged, letting a moan slip from her lips. The sound was like music to your ears, the knowledge that she was getting off to the sight of you fucking yourself spurring you on even more.

You wanted to give her a good show, so you used your ring and middle finger to play with your wetness, dipping your fingers in and pulling them out, a string of your slick clinging to your messy fingers, before you used them to fuck yourself, hips moving back and forth. Your moans were obscene, breathy, while you pictured Wanda fucking you like this. She had, many times before, but one stood out. In a messy hotel room, with your bottoms pulled to the side, while she fucked you with her fingers, her body on top of yours, holding you down and keeping you pinned as she took what she wanted. She had gotten jealous from some girls near the pool, but you were quick to remedy that. “You feel that pussy Mommy?” You’d moaned, her fingers curling within you. “It’s yours.” You gasped. “That’s your pussy. No else will ever have it. Just you.” Wanda had only fucked you harder, a possessive growl escaping her, even through her clenched teeth. She made you say it over and over again, elated. She made you chant it, while she coaxed orgasm after orgasm from your body, until you were too spent to even move. “You see how wet I am for you, Mommy?” You said now, remembering how much it affected her. “Only you can make me this wet.” You told her honestly. “That pussy has been missing you so much. Waiting for you to come back.” You said, pulling out your fingers to show her your glistening folds better. “I’ve been dripping for you, Mommy.” Wanda’s surprised moan and the sound of her movements speeding up made you smirk, your face hidden in the mattress. She certainly wasn’t expecting you to dirty talk to her like that, but she wasn’t going to complain.

“Yeah, baby? That pussy misses me? It needs Mommy?” She asked, trying to steady herself. She had almost lost control and made herself cum too soon at your words. “Yes! I need you.” You responded instantly, pulling your fingers out of your pussy and settling at the edge of the bed, facing her fully, legs spreading wide open, so Wanda could see you, while you used those same fingers to play with your clit, smearing your juices. “Oh, that’s a good view! I like that. I want you to stay just like that, so I can see that desperate pussy.” She finished with a moan, smirking when your movements stuttered, as soon as you saw her naked form on your screen. “That’s right, play with your clit and watch Mommy fuck herself.” She encouraged breathlessly. “I bet you wish it was your pretty mouth making me feel this good right now. Don’t you, baby? Don’t you wish you could taste me right now?” “Yes, I want to taste you so badly!” You nodded, fingers speeding up to match her pace. “Don’t you worry, you will. Mommy will ride your pretty face as soon as I get back.” She promises through laboured breaths. “I won’t stop until your cute face is covered with my juices.” She pants, her movements speeding up. “Thank you, Mommy.” You say the words on instinct, but it drives Wanda crazy. She loves it when you thank her for being good to you. She loves it even more when you thank her for being cruel. She loves making you thank her for every edge she gives you, or for the spankings she sometimes delivers, for denying you, or for the post-orgasmic torture she likes to sometimes put you through. God, how she loves it when you thank her for being mean. “Say that again.” She demands, her eyes refusing to even blink. “Say that again and use your other hand to fuck yourself. Nice and deep, just the way Mommy does it.” She instructs, spreading her legs even wider, so you can see just what you do to her when you’re good. And you want to keep being good for her, you want to keep making her this horny and this wet, you want to watch her fall apart, knowing that you caused it, so your free hand joins the other, fingers coating with your slick, before they plunge inside you, sinking in up to their knuckles and curl. It pulls out a desperate moan from your throat and you try to keep eye contact with Wanda.

“Thank you, Mommy.” You say again. “Thank you for letting me touch your pussy like this. Thank you for letting me feel good. Thank you for making me feel so full.” You say softly, loving the smirk on Wanda’s face when you emphasise that what you’re touching is her pussy. It may be between your legs, but it belongs to her. That’s what she always says. A lesson she’s happy you’ve finally learned. “That’s right, baby. Good girl.” Wanda praises. “Now, is that how Mommy would fuck your pussy? Because I remember telling you that I want you to do it the way I would.” She reminds. She feels so close and she wants you to come together and she knows that what you’re doing wouldn’t be nearly enough. She trained your body to respond to her touch, to be so in tune with what she does, that nothing else will ever feel as good. You scramble to do as you’re told, your movements speeding up, the muscles in your arm starting to strain from the exertion, but your body responds. Your pussy clenches, the familiar rhythm awakening something within you, a kind of euphoria that only Wanda could ever bring you and in this moment you know for sure that she has ruined you for anyone else. “Oh my God, Mommy!” You almost scream, head falling back in pleasure for a moment, before you straighten your position again, desperate to see her. “I’m so close. I’m going to come, Mommy. May I please come?” You beg earnestly. “Yes, baby, go ahead and make a mess for me.” She nods encouragingly, her movements growing more erratic as she nears the edge. In the end it’s the way you scream out her name that sends Wanda over the edge, her legs shaking with the force of her orgasm, while she watches you fall apart. You’re such a work of art, your fingers burying themselves as deep as they could go, while you circled your clit, your movements slowing down to help you ride the waves of pleasure for longer. You chant her name, eyes fixated on your screen, needing to have some connection to Wanda. Eventually you both calm down, breathing evening out. You pull your fingers from your pussy, careful with how sensitive you felt and you inspected them briefly, before you got interrupted by Wanda’s voice on the other end.

“Show me, baby. Show Mommy how wet she made you.” She demands, staring at her screen as you bring your fingers closer to the camera, your juices glistening. “Very good, baby. You’re such a good girl. Now clean them up for me.” Wanda instructs, sitting back, so she could watch. You do as you’re told, lips parting and taking your fingers to the knuckles, cleaning them with your tongue, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked. You looked almost obscene, doing this for her, letting out a pornographic moan at your own taste. But then again, that’s exactly how she liked you. “Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” She asks lazily, once you’re done. “Do you taste good?” “I did.” You nod, following her lead and lying down. “And yes, I do Mommy, I taste so fucking good. You should come check for yourself. Although I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” “Neither would I, love, although I prefer the real thing.” Wanda agrees. “So do I, trust me.” “We should go clean up.” Wanda says after a moment of silence. “I’m too tired.” You protest with a whine. “Can’t we just stay in bed?” You ask, allowing some of your vulnerability to creep in. “Yes, baby, we can stay in bed.” Wanda agrees easily. “I’ll even stay on the phone. We can fall asleep together.” She offers softly. “I would love that.” You smile, pulling the covers closer to yourself and looking at Wanda’s features through your screen. “Sleep now, my love.” Wanda whispers as she sees you start to drift. “Mommy will be back soon.” She promises with a smile, allowing sleep to claim her too. ________________________________________________________ Marry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little fic.

#lesbian #writing #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff fanfiction #top!wanda #bottom!reader #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch

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greynatomy · 7 months ago

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dazed & confused

leila ouahabi x reader

it’s your bday @sleekswosobession !!

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You’ve been dragged to the go out by your friends after a stressful day. Declining at first, they insisted, so you were now at the bar, drink in hand.

The bass was thumping in the dimly lit club, tension radiating off of everyone. Watching everyone let loose, your eyes lock on a mysterious figure from across the room.

You came in swinging like Apollo I'll be feeling it tomorrow No, I ain't seeing straight, hyperventilate Knees begin to wobble

Igniting a spark of curiosity and attraction, your feet began to move, pushing you through the crowd of people, with determination in each step.

You cut my brakes and hit the throttle I couldn't stop it if I wanted Dizzy silhouette, makes me break a sweat I'm in trouble

“Mind if I join you?” you shouted, over the music, giving her a charming smile.

She glanced at you, lips quirking up in a grin. “Depends on whether you can keep up.”

It was a challenge that you willingly accepted. The club was dark, bar from the little spotlights all over. You matched her movements, bodies syncing as one in a dance of seduction and intrigue. Tension growing with each beat.

“So, what’s your name?” You lean in closer, lips brushing against her ear.

“Leila.”

“Leila, hmm.” You smirk, leaning back, face still close together. “I like that.” Leila shakes her head, flustered, but trying not to make it obvious. “So, what brings you here?”

“Maybe I’m just here to look for a dance partner.” She shrugs, a look of mischief on her face.

“Well, you certainly found one.”

Your bodies moved in perfect symphony, Leila could feel your breath against her neck as you moved to the beat. As you lean in closer, Leila pushes your face out of her neck and puts you face to face.

“It was nice dancing with you, but I gotta go.”

With that, she bids her goodbye, leaving no trace of her. Days turned into weeks and Leila was someone who you couldn’t get your mind off of.

People would call you pathetic, but you’ve been back to that same club every few days hoping to catch a glimpse of her again.

Oh, I've been dazed and confused From the day I met you Yeah, I lost my head And I'd do it again

Nursing on a drink, the ice began to melt as you swirl the glass around. Sighing, you look up, eyes scanning the crowd for a second before they’re back staring down at the glass.

“Who’re you looking for?”

Your head shoots up, eyes widening at the sight of her.

Either I've seen the light Or I'm losing my mind There's something 'bout you That's got me dazed and confused

“You look like a lost little puppy.” Leila jutted her bottom lip out in a pout.

“Leila.” You manage to get out.

“That’s me.”

I bet you know just what you're doing You're not the type that's used to losing First, you build me up, then with just a touch Leave me here in ruins

Her eyes meet yours and you swear that time stopped.

Something 'bout your eyes I can't even walk in a straight line Under the influence

You felt your knees buckle, barely able to keep yourself upright. The world around you is spinning while Leila was the center of it all.

She grabs your arm, dragging you to the dance floor. You forget about everything else, focused solely on her. The whole night felt like a blur.

You’ve picked up where you left off, the heat between the two of you was undeniable. You’ve, once again, surrendered yourself to her, following the way her body moves against yours.

I don't know if this is real life, real life What happens if I open my eyes, my eyes? Will I ever get my head right, head right? I don't know if this is real life, real life

You wonder if all of this was just a dream, that once you open your eyes, everything disappears. But it wasn’t a dream. You have this beautiful girl in front of you, dancing with you. You are in euphoria.

“Hey.”

A whisper breaks you out of your thoughts. Leila pulls you in by the neck, noses touching.

“Why don’t we get out of here?”

Goosebumps littered your body, words getting stuck in your throat. She grabs your hand, leading you out of the building.

It was a question that never needed answering.

#woso #woso x reader #greynatomy #woso community #man city wfc #man city women #manchester city wfc #espwnt #espwnt x reader #leila ouahabi #leila ouahabi x reader

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iicarused · 8 months ago

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More on that whole Alastor having a spouse thing (spoilers for ep5).

A dynamic I've had rotating in my mind is of Alastor having a partner who died and went to hell with him. They represent the stereotypical couple from their time and all around are just happy, despite being in hell. Before they died Al's darling helped him cover up his crimes. Being his alibi, lying to people and cleaning up any messes he might have accidentally left behind. Even on occasions helping him cook or even back using the meat he hunted for. And when they both eventually kicked the bucket they held those values as they did when they were alive.

From an onlookers perspective they come off as a couple who's madly in love with one another, still holding that adoration towards each other through the decades they've been together. They dance together, they hold hands, they kiss… But it's not love. Ok, let me rephrase that for you. They gouge out other people's eyes out of jealousy, they pick their next victims together, they have eachothers back through thick and thin. It's not love, it's deeper.

The thing about those two is that no one can really understand them, as cheesy as that sounds. It gives them a sense of solidarity, that there is no one else for them because there is no one else like them. They are the only ones they would consider… Equals. Heh, one of the reasons why they're so intertwined with each other is because they're both just so terrible. His darling spouse just seems more negotiable, but their passiveness is a ruse. Coming of as motherly/fatherly (whatever the gender neutral term is) easily reeling in any weak minded sinners. Their diabolical antis have Alastor weak. HAH, the demon/angel, whoever has Alastor on contract wishes they had this amount of power over him because he, is, whipped.

Oh, and we can't forget the hotel's residents finding out about Al's little darling doe. Either it was Alastor who mentioned them or Mimzy did through her retelling of how Al rose to power. Or they already meet them (Husker, Niffty), but nevertheless the crew has only heard good things about you. Much to their surprise considering how self centered the dear demon is, while Vaggie is weirded out by this her girlfriend is happy and wishes to meet them someday/night. And when they do meat? They weren't very surprised, they kinda already had an image of who they were due to Alastor's ramblings.

Holding you close he kisses your neck where the burn marks are most visible. You can feel his everlasting smile tugging into a frown against your skin, the mere thought of you taking your own life still makes him sick. How afraid you must have been without him. You lean back cupping his cheek with your hand looking deep into his sorrowful eyes. An unfamiliar look for the usually dapper man, it didn't suit him.

“There's no need to get so worked up over old scars dear, I don't, so why should you? Besides, I'm here now aren't i?”

At your words the radio demon saged and let out a content sigh, his lovely smile returning.

“Your right” he said, kissing the inside of your palm before returning back to snuggling with his lover.

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I can't imagine the reader not having a twang to their voice, their own vibe, not radio per say but something like from this youtube clip. It probably wouldn't make sense for them to sound like that but I couldn't get it out of my head.

If there's one thing I love , it's when others explore the relationship between the two individuals before they went six feet down under. And one of those versions that i quite enjoy is Deer Dolly by ohproserpine check em out. And also, Where do I begin? on ao3 (be warned, for there is implication of SA in it, nothing too graphic but still, protective Alastro being protective, love it).

I think the appeal of Alastor was how different he was (except for in the creepy ass twink department, we've got plenty of those). Mainly in the way he was presented. “a show made independently, and the voice actors are making streams talking in their characters voices? Ö”. And everyone just ran with what they had, we were given just enough to fall for the colorful cast, enough to make fan content before the pilot was out. Like the dad jokes, fan animations, Alastor saying darling~ and the many accounts of them flustering Ashley, among other things :) (all the letters are links, haven't seen some of these in years dafuq). I'm surprised that not many people use what they said in the streams in their writings, I'd wish to see more of that. There's some real gold in there to be utilized.

But anyways, back to the topic at hand. There's always been one song I've associated Alastor with, since I was like 15 to16 years old, and it's something has to happen. Can't help but imagine a chase sequence whenever I listen to it, and I recently found some more inspiration in the form of this! and that.

He could smell the fear radiating from his prey, they ran with haste, trying to put distance between them and their pursuer. The demon chuckled to himself at their persistence. Such a lively prey they were, truly, he couldn't wait to hold them close to his chest, to trap them in the grip of his teeth, tearing tissue and bones in his jaws. Oh He loves them, he hunts them.

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Man, I remember back in the day there were so many stories revolving around Alastor appearing in the living world to torment his darling, or to make a meaningful connection with them. But I've never seen one where his darling is his accomplice, helping him spread his “curse” onto unsuspecting victims. I got this idea from this piece of artwork by lanveril.

i remember the days of that too! it was such a great time of alastor and obsession fics yknow, but also small??? since it was just the pilot and we had a lot to toy around with. but you are so right about him and his s/o being a cheesy couple.

the sweetest couple on the block who seem very normal and overall a prime example of love. “darling, i have the meat!” and you would beckon him in the kitchen with a sweet smile so you could prepare it.

i think he would be a cliche husband, but also one who enjoys a little rough housing form time to time.

i had to gatekeep this ask for awhile mb LMFAOO i loved it so much😭

#★*#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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tadpoles-and-daydreams · 3 months ago

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A witchcraft basics doc; update, resource call, interest check, and a possible second doc

Bet most of you didn't even know I was working on this >:D

Yes this is a huge post. It's a lot of things.

So, one of my first posts ever on this blog was me mentioning that a friend of mine had NO clue what they were signing up for when asking for the basics of witchcraft. The google doc I wrote took on a life of its own, and the post did as well when people started asking for it. I still plan to tag said people when I post it, assuming they haven't deactivated. The thing is, this doc had become a proper project, and it took a long time for me to have the motivation to work on it again. Now, though, it seems to me like a damn good way to reconnect to my craft after a rut! (which, by the way, is why I've been offline.)

So, my first post back is for a couple of reasons. For one, if you have any resources you'd think would be useful for beginner witches, feel free to shoot me an ask, DM, or comment/reblog on this post! I'll have a list of things I'm putting in the doc (taking recommendations there as well) at the bottom of this post.

The other thing is that I might end up making a second doc, one that's a little less "101" in vibe. It would have a MAJOR MAJOR UPG warning on it, first off, and I'm not sure whether or not I would be marking any UPG either since this would essentially be a second Grimoire/Book of Shadows for me that would be public to others for the sake of sharing information! I can't say I'd call it "advanced witchcraft" by any means, I'm not very fancy lol, but I don't want the basics doc to get too overwhelming. I do, however, want to scream about random witchcraft topics that interest me. So this is also a bit of an interest check for that, as well as the basics doc.

FINAL NOTE: I fully plan on posting this basics doc before it's done. Some sections will be unwritten or unfinished, because if I wait until I find it "finished" I'll never post it. It's going to be added onto whenever I can, but I feel as though getting it out is the best course of action.

A list of stuff in the doc that I'd take resources on (AKA everything planned in it) with * by anything that will be left unwritten/unfinished on purpose until I know more. I will take resources and recommendations on EVERYTHING though. This is in no particular order:

grounding and centering

VOCAB (intention, intuition, UPG/SPG/VPG, appropriation. probably others I'm forgetting.

candle, plant, crystals and safety* (as well as any other tools one might need safety tips for. This is left completely unwritten as I use very few tools of this type.)

deity work* (the whole debate surrounding when to start, as well as information about it. Will include smth about house rules/boundaries. My work is very casual, I'd love to see different POV's of this! This is by nature left unfinished because deity work is so unique to the witch.)

grimoire/book of shadows

tools of the craft* (common tools and how to use them consumerism in witchcraft, etc.)

cleansing

appropriation* (I don't know near enough about this, I just check what's in my own practice. I would like this to include a list of commonly appropriated closed practices, a definition of appropriation and why it shouldn't be done, open pantheons, and common open practices.)

spellwork*

meditation

where someone could go from here* (including sigils, tarot, crystals bc my friend likes rocks lol, maybe astrology but oh god I have nothing about that it makes my brain hurt just looking at an astrology chart /pos. I will probably make a list of stuff that I could add in this section.)

casual/daily/quick/low energy practices and witchcraft

paganism and witchcraft; overlap, what they are individually, why one might be for you rather than the other, etc.*

there'd be a credit section for anyone who wants to be credited for links/resources at the end! If you send me resources plz specify if you want to be included in that or not.

Things I might include in the second doc if I make it:

the craft and mental health and my experiences with it

things commonly touched on in the community (your deities don't hate you, cycles of inactivity and burnout, other things I'm forgetting rn)

deity-specific things, more specific topics of the craft, etc. yet another reminder that this would all include UPG, possibly unmarked, because it would basically be primarily used to give me motivation to research more.

#witchblr #witchcraft #paganism #pagan witch #witch community #witch blog #deity work #paganblr #eclectic pagan #pagan #beginner witch #baby witch #witch tips #witchy

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watercolor-hearts · 18 days ago

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Really late from the party plus I can't make a proper collage anymore, but Gax cardiophilia anyone? 💓 Ao3 link.

They’re lying in the bed, Max is on his back, George is on his side. The post-sex glow is still there despite them having showered a few minutes ago.

Max closes his eyes and brings his hand up on George’s back, drawing some slow, soothing circles on his skin. They usually don’t talk but let themselves enjoy the silence for a while, it’s not different this time, either.

But then Max feels something on the center of his chest, something soft and gentle; George’s fingertips. They follow each other down his sternum and then go towards his left pectorals like they’re looking for something.

Max smiles and keeps his eyes closed, trying to figure out what’s going on. George sometimes likes to draw shapes on his skin, connecting the moles with imaginary lines like they were constellations.

But this time it’s different as the fingers settle under his left pecs, fingertips pressing into the soft skin outlining the muscles.

“What are you doing?” Max asks curiously as his eyes flutter open, looking at his chest and then at George next to him.

George glances at him, smiling.

“I’m looking for your heartbeat,” he replies, moving his fingertips a few millimeters.

“My heartbeat?” Max asks, genuinely surprised.

“Your heartbeat,” George echoes.

“Why?”

“I just… Wanted to feel it. See how it is when everything’s calm. Because I could feel it when you were getting close to orgasming and it was… It was really powerful. Made me curious about how it is in other situations.”

“Oh,” Max says, taking a few moments to process the fact that George pays attention to things like this during sex. “Have you found it?”

“It should be somewhere around here,” he presses the skin under Max’s left nipple, “But it’s hard to find it now that it’s calm. But I won’t give up, I’ll find it.”

Hearing George’s determination puts a smile on Max’s face. It’s nice that George cares this much.

“What if…” Max moves George’s hand a bit and then presses it down on a spot George hasn’t tried yet, “You try it here?”

“Wha—” George lifts his head to look at Max in awe. He can now feel his heartbeat beneath his hand, calm and regular like he expected it to be. “How?”

A smirk appears on Max’s face, “Secret skill.”

“This makes me wonder what other secret skills you have…”

“I have a few,” Max winks, “But I won’t reveal everything at once.”

“Blimey,” George sighs, laying his head on Max’s chest, “I thought you would.”

“Everything in time, Georgie.”

They lie there for a while, comfortable in each other’s presence, watching as the sun sets and golden light turns into darkness with stars appearing in the sky.

George closes his eyes as he feels the sleepiness overtake but he lets his fingers rest on Max’s heartbeat, Max’s hand on his. It’s nice and warm, a comfortable weight helping him feel the rhythm easier.

When Max brushes George’s now a bit too long hair out of his face and opens his mouth to ask George what he thinks of his heartbeat, Max realizes it’s too late, George has fallen asleep.

He sighs, closes his eyes, and tries to store as much from these moments—George paying attention to his heart during sex and wanting to feel it after, too—in his memory as he can. Maybe if he was braver it could’ve been even more special.

Maybe.

But it’s always easier to think later.

Max takes his hand off George’s and pulls the cover on themselves, trying to let his thoughts go before he starts seeing too much into this thing; George and his heart.

He falls asleep not much later, missing out on the moment when George repositions his head on Max’s chest, not just to feel but also to hear his heartbeat, his newfound source of comfort.

#i feel like it's a bit bittersweet which is not really something i usually do. i feel like it deserves another chapter about next morning #(yes i've been working on this since i saw that gax cardiophilia post and got the ask and saw the drawing – i'm no speed anymore)#gax #max verstappen #george russell #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #my writing #heart things

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the 'I like you' couple is soo cute 💖💗💓❤️ but now we need to know! 🥺 does jungkook find a nickname for her? does he really think about it? does he try out a few before deciding which one he likes? or does she does or likes something random or particular and he gets the nickname from teasing her? or he just has a light bulb moment on a random moment? lol, I love them, can't get enough!!

A/N: Masterlist

"Baaaaaby-kookoo-love-of-my-life-" you whine, and he squints his eyes as he walks into his bedroom where you're laying on your back. "My tummy hurts." You complain, and he sits down on the edge of his bed next to you to take of his socks.

"...okay?" He wonders, and you kick him with your foot a little.

"Make it better." You demand, and he chuckles.

"How?" He wonders, and you scoff.

"The fuck do I know!" You huff. "Like, I don't know, talk to it? Maybe it'll get intimidated if you're all angry with it." You offer as a solution, and to your surprise, he turns around and points an accusing finger at your lower stomach.

"You better stop fucking hurting right now because I want to go sleep and God knows my spoiled princess won't shut up until you're quiet.!" He threatens at your body, before he turns around and closes the opened window before turning off the lights as he crawls into bed next to you.

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak.

"I'm both mildly turned on and offended right now." You say, and he snorts a laugh, hand patting over the blankets to find yours to hold in the dark. "Spoiled princess? Really?" You scoff.

"You are one." He defends himself.

"I mean, a princess? Hell fucking yes, and you better start carrying me around as one from now on, prince charming!" You laugh, and he rolls his eyes in the dark.

"You're spoiled enough." He says, closing his eyes.

"So?" You ask, before a slap is heard.

And its quiet.

For a good moment.

"Did you just slap my ass?!" You yell out, sitting up, and he laughs whole heartedly.

"Was it? I couldn't tell." He laughs.

"Oh so you just blindly aimed to smack me and ACCIDENTALLY hit my ass? Fucking lying piece of shit, you knew exactly what you-"

"Do I need to spank you again, or are you gonna be a good girl and sleep?" He asks. "You've got work at 6 am, and I need to be up at 5:30." He reminds you, and you suddenly fall back into the pillows, scooting closer, closer, until you're full on clinging onto him.

"...jungkookie..?" You ask quietly, awfully shy. He hums a reply. "Can you say it again?" You ask.

"You have work tomorrow-"

"Nooo, that part before that? Like, I did what you said so I'm aaaaaa~?" You draw out the last syllable, wiggling your toes as you wait, and he suddenly chuckles.

"Good Girl." He says, and you squeal to yourself, cuddling up to him.

It's the first time he's ever really comfortable saying things like that- and maybe it's the way you've gotten closer by now, not only emotionally. Yesterday he'd been so lost in kissing you that he didn't even notice you getting so riled up on his lap- and it left him both excited and terrified.

And these days, he's been trying out some petnames for you here and there to see what would stick.

Babe or baby are cute when you say it, but they feel way too boring to him. They're too basic, nothing special, and it just doesn't feel right.

Until you're out at a shopping center, randomly spending a day at the mall together when you spot something in a kid's store window. "Oh- did you know I always wanted to be a princess for Halloween?" You say, spooning up some icecream from your cup. "But my dad never bought me the costume, and we never went trick-or-treat-ing." You pout, making Jungkook smile as he tucks in a strand of hair that had escaped your messy bun on your head.

"Well, you're a princess to me now, no need for a costume." He shrugs. "And I even buy you candy, so you don't have to knock on stranger's doors either." He jokes, and you look up at him at that, pulling him down by the neckline of his shirt to peck his lips. "Huh?" He wonders, and you just smile.

"You're just so dreamy." You sigh dramatically. "Your flirting is getting a bit out of hand though. Makes me feel all fluffy and horny." You boldly admit, making him laugh as he shakes his head, taking your empty cup from you to throw it away in a bin nearby. "Ah, such a prince charming!" You giggle, and he takes your hand In his at that, kissing the back of it for a second.

Successfully making you blush for the first time since he's met you.

And he's starting to really enjoy making you flustered.

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sl33paholics · 11 months ago

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dio angry fucking you… because a guy was flirting with you and dio gets mad and teaches you a lesson🤧

Know Your Place!

Dio Brando x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): aggressive sex (with consent ofc), biting, gripping, choking, nipple play, rough kissing, bit of degrading, spanking....it's a shit ton of stuff alr? You'll see as you read.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO my first ever Dio request, out of all the characters from JJBA, I finally get to write this nigga for the first time. Kinda scared. Also, this is a modern AU as you said in your first request!

Words can't describe how much of an internal emotional turbulant this man felt when he saw a guy hitting on you while the two of you were at the shopping center.

He left you alone for a few minutes just to use the bathroom and came back to see a man, a lowlife, a pervert, a pig, a snob, an ugly fucker way too close getting his chance to holla at you. As if he waited or even followed the two of you to watch Dio leave your side to swoop in and take your attention away from him for a moment so that he could do something disgusting to you. He just couldn’t let it slide.

The blonde watched at you fluttered those lashes at him. Your glossy lip-liner lips curved into a pretty smile as you made conversation with this stranger who was now practically glued to you. You looked like you were in love with this fucker despite Dio being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel right. Could it be that you were humoring this man? Was it some sort of sick game for him? Was he trying to impress you so badly?

As if his body was acting on his own, Dio approached you two of you. His hand grabbed yours as he squeezed your small one tightly. The sharp gaze he gave the man in front of you was not friendly or soft. He knew what was going on and was ready to rip his eyes out with his bare hands if necessary. The guy backed off and sheepishly went his way. “We're going home." He'd say in that quiet voice of his, the same tone he used whenever someone tried to get too close. But this was different. There was something about Dio's eyes, the way they narrowed, and the way they glittered as if he would gladly rip out the stranger's tongue with his teeth, which made him seem so intimidating.

The ride home was quiet. He didn't say a word to you. You knew he was angry by the way he grabbed your hand. You're not stupid. But you didn't think it was a big of a deal. You were surprised when he didn't drop you off to your dorm, but instead, to the Joestar estate. Dio never bought you here unless an event was going on. Did this man forget to tell me that a party was going to happen today or what? You thought to yourself.

Man, you were totally wrong. Super fucking wrong.

You're now currently laid down at the edge at the edge of his king-sized bed, face-to-face, naked. The firm grip Dio had on your hips as he stared down at you with those dark chocolate orbs. All you need to know is the extent of how pissed off he was. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin above your naval. "This asshole dared to look at you," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your neck, "and touch you." You could hear the venom dripping from each word Dio spoke, goosebumps appearing on your skin under his touch. Your legs raised up high with your knees bent to form a V, exposing the pink folds.

Oh my, the cold air in the room didn't help either. Your nipples were getting hard. As you felt the chills running through your breasts, the pain that came with it was creeping in.

Dio was enjoying watching you whine beneath him. His body slapping against your, his attention going to your breasts. A wicked smile plastering his face.

Dio's hand slithered over to one of your breasts, cupping it as he ran his thumb across its nipple. Your head threw back as he massaged the breast. However, he pinched your nipple as hard as he caused you to scream. Don't fucking move, (Y/N)." The words were stern and rough, making sure you stayed where you were.

Your back arched up with every pinch. It didn't help that the thrusting was beginning to become faster. Your mind was starting to cloud over with lust. You were losing control of what happened to you. You knew this could only end in disaster.

"Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Such a whore. Like the slutty bitch you are." His words pierced your heart. They hurt more than any slap ever could have.

Dio pulled out, leaving you in shock. He moved your body further up on the bed as Dio got on top of you. You felt his hand wrapped around your neck. When the blonde thrusted into your waiting pussy, he gave your neck a good squeeze to make sure that your mouth stayed shut from a lack of oxygen. "No screaming. No moaning. No begging." The blonde wasn't taking shit from you. He didn't want to hear you protest.

Dio was jamming, no, drilling you at this point. His thrusts were getting sloppy, erratic, and rough. Dio's pace quickening and his breathing heavier. Every time he pumped inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Almost as if he was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing became heavy. The feeling was driving you crazy. You wanted him. More than anything.

His squeeze was getting tighter, and your eyes were rolled back. It was only until you had to scratch his arm for the man to realize that he had to snap out of his cloudy hated state of mind, removing his hand from your neck watching you gasp for air.

Dio got closer to your face, and the same hand he used on your neck was now cupping your cheeks and turned your head to face him. His lips pressed against yours. Dio's tongue tasted your salty lips and his own saliva sliding in between them before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His tongue dancing with yours. Dio groaned with pleasure, and you couldn't help it. You moaned. That sounded so sexy coming out of your mouth. The trial of saliva against your tongue when he finally moved away. This was amazing. So intense and intimate, yet also so tender and caring, you thought. His taste was addicting. He tasted like peppermint, vanilla, and chocolate. Dio tasted like everything you liked. He smelled like the rain, like springtime, and most definitely, like sex.

All of this pleasure, all of this pain was worth it to be with him. To be in his arms. To be with him forever.

You felt yourself coming to your climax when he continued to stroke and massage your already wet and swollen clit. You were going to come any second now. You wanted to come again and again with him. With him.

And with that, you did, falling into his embrace after the two of you came together. Dio didn't bother to pull out. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to, as if that wasn't apparent from the moment Dio threw you on the bed earlier.

"My my...look at you," He'd say seeing your figure below him twitching and breathing heavily. "Your lip gloss has smeared across the pillow sheets and your pretty hair is all messy..." The blonde would say with a chuckle, you looked at him as if you wanted to punch the shit out of Dio. "Fuck you...you bastard...choking me as if I'm some fuckdoll." You'd say closing your eyes.

"Don't threaten me with a good time and new ideas, sweetheart. Take this as a lesson learned. You belong to me."

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years ago

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Getting Yourself Wet for Me

ONE SHOT

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Summary: Harry is out, but you want to play, so the two of you find an alternative way to still get what you want.

AN: I got inspired, wrote this in one day, let's just leave it at that.

Warnings: Some explicit language, remote controlled sex toy, sexting, clitoral stimulation, edging/mild orgasm denial

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Harry left that morning for the studio, leaving you aching for his touch. He didn't have much time between the both of you waking up to when he truly needed to leave the house. So when the morning cuddles turned into him hovering over your body, with his lips on your neck, you knew it wasn't the best idea. But damn did it feel too good to stop. Until he had to.

"M'sorry, love. I really don't want to go…"

"It's alright, H." You replied with sincerity, though your body was screaming otherwise.

"I'll see you tonight, yeah?" He asked, a mischievous smirk on his face, knowing full well you have no specific plans for the evening.

"Of course."

With a quick kiss on the forehead, as to not make the throbbing any worse for the either of you, he pushed himself off the bed, did a quick change into some comfortable clothes, and made his way out the door.

Usually, you don't care. You can go on with your day and just look forward to when he comes back. But today is different. You are yearning for him more than ever before and nothing seems to be working.

Eating breakfast, taking a shower, starting laundry. Nothing. Nothing is working.

You do your best not to let your body take over you, but you can't stop thinking about his broad shoulders. You can't stop thinking about his toned arms, and the muscles that ripple down his back. You can't stop thinking about the way his hands feel when they roam all over your body, the way his warm lips feel on your skin, or the way his cock feels sliding into you, stretching you out every single time he pushes deep. It's not as if you can't take care of it yourself. But right now you just want him to be the one to give you that release.

"Oh for fucks sake." You mumble, grabbing your phone from beside you, not knowing what you want to say, just that you wish he was there. That you really wish he was there.

The bubbles to acknowledge that he is typing appear quickly, then disappear, then reappear again. You smile at the realization that he knows exactly what you mean and doesn't quite know what to say, which most likely means he has gotten a little flustered.

Suddenly, your phone vibrates again and you look down to see his new message.

You practically skip into the bedroom and over to your dresser drawer, reaching into a black silk bag and pulling out a bright pink sex toy. Harry had purchased it a while back, for when he would be traveling but still wanted to stay intimate with you in some way. He can control it from an app on his phone, so it doesn't matter where he is, he can participate. You have only used it once before, mainly to test it out, but you already knew you'd enjoy using it, and if Harry can't be there to take care of you himself, this is the next best thing. Especially because he still gets to be in charge. Completely in charge.

Suddenly, the vibration begins, and you are instantly overcome by the sensation. The rhythm he has chosen is slow to start, with the intensity peaking every 30 seconds, before lowering back down.

Not wasting another second, your core begins to shake again, and with the new speed of the toy felt inside of you, the desire to buck your hips up cannot be contained.

Thoughts of Harry's body on yours come flooding in, motivating your body to react with even more arousal. He is gorgeous, every inch of him can turn you on, and every inch of him can please you. Even his smell starts to give you a tingle. You turn your head to the side, and a wave of his scent fills your senses.

You close your eyes and take it all in, your free hand moving down your body and rubbing over your center, feeling the moisture already accumulating.

As the toy continues to pulsate inside of you, your fingers quickly find your clit, and begin to move in the circular motion that never fails to peak your pleasure.

The added sensation is tantalizing, and you didn't expect to feel this good this fast. You continue your movements, and as if Harry were right there in the room, knowing exactly what you need at the moment, he switches up the pattern of vibration and it hits you in exactly the right way.

You groan out in frustration. Harry is good at many things, especially in the bedroom, and edging is definitely at the top of the list, which can be most unfortunate for you. Pleasure is building quickly as your fingers work faster, your hips continuing to buck, and you ache for release. As if Harry knows your struggle, the pace of the toy is raised even higher. If you weren't completely at his mercy, you'd scold him for this. But you have to admit, it feels so good.

Tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes, so ready and now so desperate for that rush to take over you.

And just like that, your body tenses and ecstasy floods down your entire body, releasing ever tight muscle as your orgasm pulses your core, drenching the toy in the evidence of your pleasure.

You smile at how generous he always wants to be with you, always wanting to make sure you get the enjoyment you're seeking, even if he does deny you momentarily. Your breathing begins to regulate and you feel another text notification buzz on your phone.

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joelswritingmistress · 11 months ago

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 13

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

I was exhausted and exhilarated and it wasn’t even noon. A part of me was still wondering if I would wake up and this would all be a dream.

“I know you probably did your own exploring while I was gone,” he said with playful accusation, raising his eyebrows with a smirk once we were back to the main level and fully clothed. “But if you’d like a tour, I can show you around.”

My stomach sank just a bit. I shook my head. “I wasn’t snooping.”

“It’s okay,” Dr. Miller chuckled lightly, “I told you to make yourself at home.” He looked me directly in my eyes, “How far did you get?”

“Oh, uh..” There was no way I was about to lie to him. He would have known. I could tell he was in that human lie detector mode again, feeling me out, seeing if he could actually trust me. “I saw the pool table from the kitchen so I went in there and I couldn’t help but check out your library. I actually picked up a book and I hope I placed it back in the right spot.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He cleared his throat and led me by the hand again. “There’s another pool out back.” Dr. Miller walked us toward a set of French doors that opened up from the kitchen out back, where a light snow had begun to fall, covering a dark green pool cover.

I glanced around the area, eying what appeared to be an outdoor kitchen and bar and a little pool house to the right and left, respectfully. A black fence surrounded the area and beyond a grassy backyard behind the pool area were a collection of bare trees. In the distance I could tell there was a drop off, lined with oversized boulders and rocks.

We crossed into another living room space that appeared more casual than the one where I had made out with Dr. Miller on the couch the night before. This room had an oversized sectional couch that oozed with comfort. In the center was a giant, square coffee table with a rustic, wooden top and above it hung what appeared to be a chandelier made from deer antlers. The peaked ceiling was a pale wood, giving it a cabinesque feel with dark, wooden beams that crossed from wall to wall beneath. On either side of the triangular peak were two rectangle sky lights giving view to the overcast, snowy morning. A third, stone fireplace sat at the far end with what appeared to be a buffalo’s head mounted on the wall.

Dr. Miller placed his hands on my shoulders from behind and I swallowed hard. We both stared out a pair of windows to the left and right of the fireplace that gave a view of the snowfall. I shuddered when I felt his fingers dig into the muscles of my neck and he began to massage the area.

“This is beautiful,” I spoke, taking in the brightly lit surroundings that were offset by the first snow fall of the winter.

Dr. Miller’s phone made a subtle beeping noise, three consecutive beeps to be exact, and he suddenly froze and reached into the pocket of his pants.

I could tell from the look on his face that something was up. His fingers danced along the screen for a few seconds and then he looked back up to me.

“What’s wrong?” I could see that his expression had changed.

He reached for the remote that sat on an end table beside the short end of the sectional. “Get comfortable.” Dr. Miller reached for a cozy, plaid blanket on the back of the couch and walked me around to sit down.

I raised my eyebrows , “Okay. Are you going somewhere?” I sensed that would be his next revelation and already felt disappointed. I didn’t want to be away from him. I knew that was selfish, childish even; but I didn’t care. My face might as well have gone into a full pout.

“Just for a few minutes,” Dr. Miller explained.

“Okay.” I cleared my throat and couldn’t help but pry. “What was the notification? A text?”

He shook his head. “No.”

There wasn’t another woman, right? I immediately felt jealous and it was as if he could read my mind.

“It wasn't a message from anyone,” Dr. Miller explained. He sighed and squatted before me where I sat on the couch, placing a hand on my ankle. “I have to go take care of something.”

His phone jingled again and he kept it planted face down against his thigh. My curiosity piqued even more. I felt like word vomit was about to come out of my mouth and it would leave all of my inner insecurities completely transparent.

“Does it have to do with another.. umm.. someone else? Another woman?” I stuttered the words out but I had to know. I hated myself for asking.

Dr. Miller smiled and then walked his hands up the couch cushions and planted a steamy kiss on my lips. He then pecked them chastely and remained close as he spoke.

“There are no other women.”

I swallowed hard and let out a sigh against his lips.

“And I'm going to have to demand there are no other men in your life as long as you're with me.”

My eyes snapped open and I stared back at him. He held a little smirk but his voice hardened just a bite as he spoke the words. I smiled back.

“There are no other men.”

“Good,” Dr. Miller spoke against my lips now. “As of right now, you're all mine until further notice.”

I smiled again and closed my eyes as he kissed me again, resting a hand on his bearded cheek.

“But I do have to go take care of something. It won't take long.”

“Okay,” I said. I still wanted to dig deeper into whatever business he had to tend to but I didn't. For now, I could live with whatever was going on as long as it didn't involve someone else.

Dr. Miller pushed the power button on the remote and handed it to me. “Don't go anywhere.” He winked and wandered away, making me grin.

I listened for a moment as I heard the jingle of keys and then the opening and closing of the front door. A second later I heard a robotic voice sound off stating: House alarm on.

Being alone in the oversized living room felt odd because of the unfamiliarity of it all, but I couldn't deny that I was perfectly content beneath the warm blanket as I sunk into the cushions a little deeper, laying my head back.

I can get used to this, I thought.

I began to scroll through the stations, landing on the local news and weather to get in touch with how much snow was to be expected. I knew I should have been more in tune with that sort of thing.

The five day forecast was plastered across the screen as a voice narrated from behind the camera.

“We're anticipating two to three inches of snowfall, though by rush hour the precipitation is expected to stop. If you don't have to be on the roads before five o'clock, stay home. If you are out and about, drive slow.”

I glanced out the window at the big, chunky flakes that left the ground almost completely covered. I didn't know where Dr. Miller was off to but I hoped he wasn't going far.

“And onto our next story, two local women have been found dead on the campus of Woodbridge University. One of them was a student there, and no suspects are currently in police custody. Police are urging residents to travel in groups whenever possible, and while no town-wide curfew has been set, it is crucial for students on campus to abide by the curfew set by the Woodbridge University Police.” A woman spoke directly into the camera with one of the main stone buildings on campus in the background.

“It's really scary,” a young woman spoke into a microphone. She sported a winter hat with a blue W in the center. “You just can't be too careful. We have to look out for each other.”

“I can't believe this is happening here,” another student commented.

I shook my head and shuddered, suddenly worried for Tori. It had only been one night but she was at the house alone and the news triggered a reason to reach out to her.

My eyes searched the immediate area but I quickly realized my phone was still on a charger in the bedroom. For the first time in my adult life, I hadn't even thought about my phone for hours on end.

I tossed the blanket to the side and crossed back through the house and up the windy staircase. I had the urge to open the two closed doors as I passed by but I didn't dare.

The phone sat where I had left it on the nightstand, plugged in and fully charged. I began thumbing the screen, finding our last messages from earlier in the morning.

Hey, I wrote, Just checking in because of everything that's happening with the girls in town. Please be safe! I won't be home for a few days.

I slipped the phone into the pocket of my lounge pants and smiled to myself as I glanced upon the tossed about sheets on the oversized bed. I still hadn't had time to process everything.

With a sigh I left the room and peaked in through the open office door. I could picture Dr. Miller sitting there with his glasses and a stack of papers, licking his fingers as he flipped from paper to paper.

In the back corner of the room there were a collection of small screens, each with a black and white image.

Cameras. I knew it.

I looked over my shoulder before wandering across the carpeted floor. All of the images were broadcasting the exterior of the home from every angle possible. The two interior cameras gave a few of the collection of cars inside the garage.

At least they aren't inside. Still, I didn't rule out that he might have one or two hiding out somewhere.

The view of the main gates showed what appeared to be an idling black SUV. I couldn't tell if it was him at first but Dr. Miller stood beside it, speaking with whoever was in the driver’s seat.

Who could that be? I wondered. An arm extended out the window and extended a white package of some sort to Dr. Miller, who accepted it and tucked it into the back of his pants.

An envelope. That's what it was.

I shuddered and hurried back downstairs, not at all knowing what to make of the exchange.

Secrets. I knew Dr. Miller had secrets but what were his? Fear definitely made its way into the depths of my heart and soul, but all of my other emotions teamed up and continued to push the fear down so deep that I barely felt it.

I was captivated. Enthralled. Infatuated. I was oversexed with desire and blinded by all of my feelings for him. Fear, currently, didn't hold any weight. Recognizing that in itself was scary - but I wasn't in the mood for logic, not when this amazing dark fairytale was explicitly in my lap.

With my adrenaline spiked and my longing for Dr. Miller’s return in full effect, I tiptoed my way back downstairs, tucked myself neatly beneath the blanket and waited for him patiently. Like a good girl would do.

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venus-giirl · 2 years ago

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A needy Mikey

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers.

Rating: just a Mikey too needy for you. You know this shit. Kids please DNI, don't read this if you can't stand it.

Word Count: 614.

N/A: It's Easter here, but I'm not thinking in a very holy way. The order box is open.

I could really drag this shit out longer, just let me think. I hope you enjoy this little scenario, sinner ;)

Manjiro was a lot of things. To an overprotective parent he could be a bad influence on his children. To a teacher nearing retirement age he was the worst nightmare he could have. To the girls he was either the most handsome or the most overrated, to the other thinking group that is, of course. To you, Mikey, he could be many things regardless of whether he was good or bad.

The privilege was that only you really knew him and had been able to see him in so many facets that you had nothing new left to see. Except for a desperate, needy, bloated Mikey clamoring for all your pretty figure.

"Oh, honey, I couldn't stand another day without you by my side." He said as he rammed another thrust between your legs until he buried his cock so deep inside you that you were almost beginning to think he wanted to get inside you. Something inhuman because he was filling you up too well.

You groaned in response and let out a high-pitched sigh full of pride. After spending almost two weeks on a field trip you knew Mikey was on the verge of insanity and fever from enduring so many weeks without sex.

By now his hair was so wet from sweat that it stuck to his forehead and clung to the back of his neck. Her naked body, and also sweaty from the embarrassment in the air, emitted lewd clicks and sounds each time she made one more lunge on your center moistened with your intermingled juices.

"Don't ever leave me so alone for two weeks again." He whimpers for every lunge he gives. Or rather he whimpers because he's so immersed in building up another orgasm that he didn't even realize he had cum inside you three times already.

You couldn't feel your legs and your clitoris was rubbing between the chink of pleasure and the hint of pain from being massaged too much.

You giggle softly at such behavior on the part of your sweet boyfriend. "Oh come on, precious. Don't overdo it so much, after all the two weeks have flown by."

Mikey grunts and gives you another lunge. It almost seemed like you being gone for two weeks was still pissing him off. "You'll say that for yourself. I've had to...put up with my...idiot...brother...". He gasps. You notice how his cock has grown thicker and his movements become a little more awkward and irregular.

Just for tonight you will let him quench his thirst for pleasure with your body. After all, there will be more nights to pursue your own orgasm with his cock, just as he is doing with your pussy. So tender and needy.

"Don't leave...my side, okay? Promise me...love...oh." With each thrust her orgasm was growing. His skin went goose bumps and in a last attempt to make you reach the peak of climax with him, he brought his thumb down to your swollen clit to stroke it, this time, very gently and slowly. "I'm going to fuck you every day to make up for lost time."

You moan and scream his name, just thinking about Mikey being possessive and toxic as he fucks you. You bite your lips and squeeze your eyes shut as you orgasm along with the blond as he desperately moans your name and continues to lunge into your soaking wet, sated pussy.

After four or three more onslaughts, he falls on top of you. Both bodies sweaty and glued together. The atmosphere smelled of sex and his chest rose and fell on yours. His breath colliding against your neck, along with your sweet over-worked center only made you think one thing....

"Definitely, Mikey, this is heaven."

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zeyris-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Three times the charm ! 🐳

[Childe x reader]

In which Childe hunts his highschool sweetheart. Or in which you unknowingly were held captive by a harbinger.

Warnings: mentions of past sex, kidnapping, stalking, threats of murder, no actual murder, use of name Ajax, manipulation

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That wasn't the Ajax you used to know, you were certain. The dead sea in his eyes betrayed way more than his words ever could. You knew he changed, it was clearer than any of the expensive crystals he got for you.

Despite his calm tone the tension in the air grew, pushing against your lungs. Suffocating. As if you were drowning in these dead, ocean blue eyes of his, the pressure forcing you to hold in your breath. His face was mere inches away before your brain started to register his words. You knew he looked at you with a look of superiority. He always did, you didn't even have to see it.

"Repeat it. Again."

"I- I said that- that this just.. won't work-"

After he joined the fatui, or rather after he went missing for a few days, he was a completely different person. The shy, quiet boy you knew and liked wasn't there anymore. All that was left was an empty shell of abandoned humanity. It took you too long to realise this man would only get worse. And yet you clung to the idea that, if given enough care, you could have your sweet Ajax back.

Additionally his new.. line of work was only making him more inhumane. It was as if the violence of it all only sparked this insanity further, setting it alight.

"Oh it will!" It was scary whenever he suddenly grinned like that, as if dismissing the situation. Completely belittling you and your worries. "If you're not willing to work with me, I will simply do it mysel!."

His fingers suddenly tightened on your shoulder, his hair covering half of his face as he thought. Before you could reply Ajax already dragged you back into the room, shoving you inside before he shut the doors.

Scrambling to your feet you leaned against the wood, trying to pry it open, only to notice the sound of a metal click. The lock. "Ajax this- isn't funny. You can't keep me here-"

It was never good to try and be firm with him, because you got no reply, only hearing his footsteps as he walked away.

It would've been fine; you thought. You didn't even know where you went wrong in the first place, sliding down the wooden surface. You should've listened to your gut, you should've known not to ignore all these red flags. But it was hard to suddenly regard him as a monster, having known him all your life.

Or most of it. Even your families were friends, so when the news of him missing arrived to you, you truly were in despair. And now here you are, in the similar despair as you were five years ago, your chest feeling tight. You gave him a chance right before he was sent off to the fatui, you should've simply broken up right then.

You should've gone away without telling him about your intentions first, as he kept you in one room because of that, locking it each time. It was hilarious really, if you thought about it too much. No matter your scrambling or whining he just wouldn't let you leave. At first he was rather calm, telling you that hey, it's fine. It's a new stage of your relationship, to make things better.

Surely you only wanted to break it off cause you met someone you deemed.. better? So then, you won't see them!

You won't see anyone but him to be able to appreciate just how good he is. He's the best, one and only for you!

All that self praise of his had you sick each time, the Ajax who always helped everyone now turned into a self centered asshat. Each time you just had to look away and sigh, the situation continued regardless.

Not much has changed aside from the fact that now he had you abducted. Against your will, sure, but he has to show you just how great he is, doesn't he?

With his hands either on your neck whenever you tried to escape, or inside you, he'd always have a way to convince you that you don't really want to leave. If you do then why are you letting him do this?

It didn't help that with his constant disappearing you had more and more time to plot and brainstorm, how to get out you pondered each day. The news of him being a harbinger didn't come to you, given he was mostly kept away from Snezhnaya by no one but his own superiors.

A war machine that could hardly visit his Darling, he had no choice but to make a plan of his own. Ajax was smart, the way you'd cozy up to him, return his affection. All that was to lower his guard, and all it did was make him aware of your plans. Such a silly girl, he always thought. Nonetheless he played it safe and didn't show any sign of suspicion.

More often than not, when he was back in Snezhnaya that is, he'd bring you things. It was hard to remember that Ajax wasn't.. your childhood friend anymore. That monster now always wanted something in exchange for anything he did, so when you were as much as happy about something he gave you, he'd be just as happy to have you repay him.

Of course there were various ways he'd twist his gifts to have you. And whenever he was rougher after getting his "gift" from you, the memory of what he said never left.

His hand was on your throat, suffocating, letting go and squeezing again. It was as if he was trying to brainwash you, murmuring sweet nothings of how he will murder anyone you get close to.

With every single thrust giving you more ideas of how he'd slay any man you kept contact with behind his back. That you were his and he was sufficient for you.

And each time he'd thrust particularly hard he'd emphasize the importance of never leaving this place. Or him.

"H-nHha.. ffu-fuck-" he'd groan, the sign of him being close. And whenever he did he'd make sure to put his mouth close to your ear. "you're mm-mine- got it? Let anyone- Hhha I mmEan anyone be close to you and I'll- shit.." and then he'd slow, just to pick the pace up again, your legs sore.

He was always going to exhaustion, disgracefully like a rabbit. Back and back at it. How could he help himself if he didn't see you for such a long time? "I'll ffucking.. gut them alive- hn.."

He was a sick bastard. You knew well Ajax was getting off to that idea. "Right in front of you- I'll slit their throat sso you kNow I'm the best for you-"

You came to realise this was some personal issue of his as well. Trying to convince himself he was the best for you, all awhile trying to get you to believe it.

With how much he went at it, it was nearly impossible not to come. And then he'd always turn the shame on you, tell you just how filthy you are from coming, just because of what he said.

It was disgusting each time. At some point you really tried to claw his eyes out, but Ajax was stronger, with ease holding your wrists down. It made you feel.. pathetic.

At least he didn't do it that often anymore, as you noticed over the year of your captivity that he often was gone. And more often than not he was only back for a few days before being gone again.

At that point he was better off throwing you away and finding someone he'd travel with, you felt like a collectible doll. Kept on a shelf only to be checked on, but the moment it moved, even without the collector's presence, all the alarms would go off. It was infuriating.

Ajax simply expected you to stay where you were, without trying to get out to contact your family. Even if he said they know, you found yourself not believing it. There was no way your family would let this happen.

Maybe there was, you were too busy thinking of your grand escape. Today it's been a whole year since he officially kidnapped you. You were together before, sure, but that didn't change a thing.

He had no right to do any of this, and you were thankful enough he didn't care about the anniversaries.

One way or another you sneaked past the fatui near the house, in the snow, in the shoes that were too big for you and one of the thick coats. You made sure it was one that Ajax didn't wear often, after all you weren't allowed outside clothes. So when you were finally out the window, running through the forest, you managed to get near the more civilized side of the Snezhnaya.

Forests here were grand, beautiful and eternal. Neverending snow, forever freezing the life and death within itself: it hurt to know your homeland became your prison, so the moment you managed to get in contact with someone you knew way before any of this happened, you were sent off somewhere better.

Somewhere warmer; that place was Liyue. It was weird to go by a transport vehicle all the way there, but you were soon stationed near one of the beaches.

The process was way too stressful for your mind to keep, so the only thing you remembered was your friend, making you promise you won't come back. And so your life in Liyue started, it was like a rebirth. All the memories of Ajax fading each time you looked at the beautiful beaches, or picked starconches. Even the worst ones, where the fear made you want to do nothing but die; it felt.. calm.

And maybe that was what initially set off your panic. After a year of living in survival mode this calmness that went on for a month was worrying. No one came to look for you.

No one asked, no one followed you, no one looked at you weird. Even the girl who was the head of that rather odd funeral parlor took you as a friend. She was an odd one, but it gave you hope.

That all continued for a while, you working for Hu Tao as the errand girl. It wasn't that serious of a job, but it sustained you just enough: Liyue felt like home. A new home.

You met people, you grew, you learned things. Getting used to the culture was difficult, Snezhnaya wasn't known for the spiciest food after all. Xiangling was kind enough to offer you a second job for the weekends at her dad's place.

Admittedly it was weird how fast you took the liking to the man. Barely six months in Liyue, maybe these were your daddy issues speaking. Maybe you were bored. Maybe the man seemed genuinely attractive, the care he had for Xiangling. For people. The passion whenever he explained the ingredients. Maybe your mind looked for trouble, or maybe, just maybe, you were starting to have a normal life.

Of course the man didn't take your advances seriously, he was aware it was simply because of your circumstances. So he treated you kindly like he did Xiangling regardless, and you decided to put your love life aside for the current moment.

You were also fortunate enough to meet Mrs. Zhongli, having been introduced on a random day by your director.

"From Snezhnaya.. I see, this truly is wonderful news. Liyue is a place for anyone, I'm convinced that Morax himself is proud of how strong of a nation he founded."

And so more time passed. Friends, places, it all grew into you. The beaches, the cliffs, the stories of how Liyue was made. Your nation was ruled by a cold blooded tyrant, that's what you regarded her as, and now, Liyue having an archon present like that?

Then again all good things come to an end in your life. Whether it was in your childhood or now, you should've learned happiness isn't destined for fools like you.

Hu Tao was kind enough to send you on an errand one day or another, and while having to deliver a special package to one of the locals, - Hu Tao's special two for one bonus - you noticed something.

Peeking from behind the pillar you saw the familiar colour of ginger locks. The awful laugh and the shake of the hand. And near them stood a blonde haired person, then a floating.. fairy thing?

You completely ignored the other person, sliding behind one of the pillars.

"..let's take it somewhere private. In Liyue walls have ears, you know?"

You were sure the sound of the two people was fading away, peeking out for a moment to notice them walking further. You wanted to feel at ease that he didn't spot you, but the dread overcame you.

Sliding down the stone structure you felt your heart race. He's here, he knows. He must have come here after you and is now discussing your capture to one of the famous travelers. Fatui in Liyue, you shouldn't have put your guard down.

He caught you. Before you knew it your breathing was heavy, and despite that you felt you couldn't get air into your lungs. The feeling of suffocation that Ajax left in you was always present it seemed, fingers shaking as your vision spun.

He was there and he'd catch you. He'd drag you back. You tried to stand to hide somewhere but your legs gave out right after, eyes wide. You looked around and yet saw nothing, the distorted voice of one of the guards barely registering.

The man picked you up to lean you, but you tried to move away, swatting him with your hands to step back. It was over. He had you.

Before you knew it your vision went blank, and just as fast as you passed out you woke up in an unfamiliar room.

A green haired man sat next to you, hand on your forehead before you knew it. Near you stood Hu Tao, arms crossed over her chest.

"Got me worried there! Don't die on me like that without buying the premium service first, please"

She had a humour, but you couldn't bring yourself to laugh this time. You do recall her and the doctor from this area not getting along well. Did she learn what happened and came here?

He paid her to keep an eye on you.

Were you just paranoid? Was it the truth?

"Miss (y/n) seemed to have passed out due to exhaustion. I checked her levels and saw nothing wrong though"

Only then did you see the snake that seemed to nudge the doctor. "I'm Baizhu, you're at the bubu pharmacy."

You really wanted to reply, but your mouth simply hung open, eyes darkened. You couldn't murmur a word.

On Archons. If he knew, he'd kill them. Or were they paid? They were hired, you were sure.

The faint memory of Ajax resurfacing when you saw the worry on Baizhu's face.

"Don't try anything. I'll find you. I will always find you."

With how unresponsive you were, Hu Tao just sighed, sitting on the bed, right near you. "I know we don't usually talk on personal terms, but.. if there's anything that bothers you, I sure hope you trust me enough to share it. Who knows, whatever bothers you may just find itself sent on the other side!"

She was so sweet sometimes, but you just looked down. "I haven't slept that well for a couple of days, I'm sorry for worrying both of you, but I'm fine" then you smiled. They were paid, and if not? And if they weren't?

What if they were people who genuinely worried about your well being? If you worried them and caused them to snoop, then- he'd kill them. He'd slit their throats, he'd hang them, he'd torture them to prove his sick po- "I do not see that to be the case, as a doctor I can see this is no result of lack of sleep" he didn't seem convinced. But Baizhu wasn't allowed to pry further. "If this happens again feel free to come by again. I'm sure we have some herbs that may help."

You simply groaned. After he checked your temperature and state he finally let you leave, and Hu Tao insisted on walking you home. And so you allowed her to, noticing how she just had a reason to chat through the whole way. Whether it were the new clients or the.. fatui in Liyue.

"I honestly think it's kind of creepy how the fatui keeps digging it's filthy claws in here." She started. "They even sent a harbinger over, you believe that?" For whatever reason, the young director seemed displeased. "is that so?" The harbinger was of no concern to you. You only needed to avoid his subordinate.

"Yeah! It's the youngest one, the eleventh. Childe, funny isn't it? Childe. Child. Cause you know, he's.. a child in comparison. I hope he doesn't bring me more clients than I can handle!"

She.. still had a weird sense of humour. But you knew she meant well, trying to cheer you up with these jokes.

"Childe? That sounds so goofy"

You tried to laugh. But your chest felt tight. The panic never left you. It would never leave.

"Yeah, not only that he's…" she leaned over to your ear as if saying some secret. "Ginger."

At that you went silent, your steps coming to a complete halt as your eyes widened. There he was, at the very far end of the road. Dark clothes, the ginger locks, the cape. That wasn't the outfit he usually wore.

Hu Tao took this as a sign the joke set in. "Gi-ginger?"

"I know right? Like please, a ginger guy can hardly be intimi- oh, that's him actually!"

And so she pointed right at the person you wished you never saw again.

Ajax. The one and only.

It was like time had stopped. Your abductor was a harbinger.

Ajax was a harbinger.

Ajax was.. Childe.

Now all of this made sense, all the times he was gone more and more. The violent impulse- his delusion, one he locked away from you whenever he came over: his vision.

Hu Tao noticed that you really were out of it, fingers snapping in front of your face. "He's not that scary, really. Actually he often plays in the theater here in Liyue, for some reason he seems to enjoy that kinda stuff. "

Before she added more you turned on your heel to sprint away, completely ignoring whatever else she said, her confused expression.

And so you ran straight to the suburban part of Liyue, body feeling faint again. It didn't have to be necessarily true that he knew you were there.

And yet the paranoia set in, and now each turn you made you looked left and right to see if anyone was there. Even the agents that usually walked down the roads looked unsafe. Each step was a struggle for life, you couldn't faint here.

They'd get you and drag you back to your homeland.

"I'll always find you"

The branch you stepped on broke, your house in the distance.

"I'll slit their throat right in front of you"

You ran faster, basically slamming into the doors to open them. The key almost fell from your hand.

"You belong to me, and I take what is mine."

When the doors opened everything went quiet, you slammed them shut, walking in shakily. Straight to your room, almost collapsing by the time you reached it. There was some sort of object on the bed.

Not knowing what it was, your legs already bent, knees feeling soft as you struggled to the furniture, managing to lean against the soft mattress. A picture.

Of you.

In Wangsheng funeral parlor.

You practically fell face flat on the bed, the built up tears finally rolling.

Second time you lost everything.

You couldn't stay here, you were in danger. You brought nothing but demise to anyone who helped you, and after half a minute you finally regained the senses.

Crying was for later. Right then you only began to stuff all your belongings into a suitcase, your adrenaline driven mind not caring about the little things like flowers or pictures, or souvenirs. You only took a necklace with you, the cash you saved.

The dark of the night was too scary, if they snatched you then, no one would see. That's why you set out through the backdoor before the sun could hide away..

You didn't have time to think about the recklessness and impulsiveness of this decision, it being clear your paranoid mind could not come up with a better plan. The run back to Liyue harbour was exhausting, and the moment you crossed the gates, you looked around.

Each step you took towards the center of it all was filled with dread and fear. You didn't feel as scared before, but your mind still suppressed this.. realisation. You would feel way worse later, lucky enough to drag yourself to the port. You briefly explained your last minute booking, of course making an entirely different reason up. But you wouldn't go to Sumeru. That was too predictable.

You took one that was headed to Fontaine, getting aboard to not be seen in Liyue again.

Of course the whole ride was tremendous, the knowledge you were in Liyue for only a year before it went down makes you anxious. If you were in Fontaine surely your chances of survival would be better?

You didn't have the time to think, all you thought of was newfound knowledge you received.

And you couldn't sleep either, safeguarding your belongings, thinking.

The one who kept you a prisoner was.. a harbinger. And knowing how far harbingers go to pursue their goals, how much intel he had- it made you sick.

You didn't necessarily know for sure if someone observed you, but you were too anxious to care. All you wanted to do was to go back to how things were, be with your family.

It was impossible though. And so you landed in Fontaine, this time around having a way harder time adjusting.

Would seem citizens really did dislike outsiders, the atmosphere of Fontaine not something you.. imagined. In a way you considered going to Natlan instead, but given you already had to find some occupation, your money was quickly spent. You were stuck helping with packaging parcels and sending them off.

A Monotonous job with a pay that hardly let you live.

During days like these you truly sat in a chair and cried over Liyue, over what you had. Over what that bastard took from you with these lifeless, cold hands of his.

Over all the friends you lost again, you were tired. Having to start over from scratch, you didn't bother with friends anymore. You were sure he'd find you again, so you already prepared to move further away. Either to Natlan, maybe Monstadt. City of freedom. You were sure if you explained yourself you'd find a shelter, Knights of that area had quite a reputation after all. You were already crying over your life, now to that you cried over the stupid choice of being here. Monstadt was too close to Liyue, but still.

Maybe you'd make it work.

In Liyue you grew used to everything within weeks. In Fontaine it took you too long to adjust to everything, over half a year passing by before you finally befriended a single person. Even so, your days were filled with loneliness, self exploration. You tried to heal a little; taking walks, trying to ignore how ugly the city seemed to you. Even if you were far from the city of Fontaine itself, the surroundings weren't as good as in Liyue.

For some reason the nation made you feel heavy hearted. Sure, you were promoted to putting things inside parcels instead of just wrapping them, but that was hardly enough to be able to afford your life, and to save money.

It was an unfortunate situation, but you didn't dwell in self pity. Now no one was in danger because of you, and given how you heard that the.. harbinger usually stayed in Liyue, you were safe.

Monotonous days passed, monotonous nights followed. The mechanic appeal of Fontaine would never look good. But you learned to cope, learned to adapt; you had to adapt.

Adaptation was what allowed one to survive, and so even when you suddenly found more taxes by your door, more bills to pay, you tried to think well.

All this was means to an end, even if by then you were too short on money to have anything left for another trip to another nation. It was.. unfortunate. And yet, quite convenient for someone that wasn't you.

It was truly your bad luck that the nation had a problem with their Archon who turned to the Fatui for help, and before you knew it, the words of a Harbinger who came to deal with the issue spread. Childe.

Again, Childe this. Childe that. You were sure this time that he really came to deal with the issue of this God, but the more you heard, the more you realised this wasn't the case.

During the first months of this problem you stayed hidden, but even after it ended, the Fatui didn't.. leave.

The amount of agents lessened whenever you took a walk, but you couldn't keep living in fear. Maybe that part was the one that you screwed up. Cicins hardly anywhere to be found either; they were really moving out.

A part of you felt happy, still preparing to leave though. You'd come to Monstadt this time around, enjoying the evening view as you grabbed the herbs from the ground, quickly putting them into the bag, not wanting to stay outside longer than necessary.

Fontaine was really developed, the air hardly ever feeling fresh. That's why it was so hard for you to get your hands on anything fresh, eyes closing for a moment.

It's been a year and the sight of Liyue never left your mind. You stared in an unknowing bliss at one of the bushes, reminiscing. Of how Xiangling and you would gather things for her new dishes.

Or how you'd run errands to get things for Hu Tao's send off rituals. The smell of the food, the homely atmosphere.

Before you knew it, it was dark, your thoughts occupying you for a while. Getting from the ground you gathered the items you've picked, finally heading back home. The path you always took, the sights you always looked at whenever you went over your evening routine. It wasn't that hard to remember the overall terrain here, and once you approached the doors to your home, you took the key to put it into the lock.

Weirdly enough you couldn't turn it, only then noticing the doors opened. You must've left them unlocked, but even when you warily made your way in, you heard nothing.

It was only when you were in the kitchen did you turn the light on, pupils fast to look at the person sitting near the table.

He held a knife in his hand, and a picture, seemingly staring at it as he leaned back in the chair.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n. Fate we are in the same place again, is it not?"

Seeing Ajax made you feel sick, a grin forming on his face. You took a step back. You wished you could say something instead of wanting to take a run for it. But he already stood, his clearly taller frame headed towards you.

"As if destiny itself willed us to meet again" giving him a frown you reached back for your hunting knife, taking in deep breaths. In and out, like you taught yourself to suppress the panic. You're fine.

"It was more something along the lines of you breaking into my house, asshole-" before he was too close the knife was pointed at his chest.

Ajax was like an animal. The moment you showed fear, you lost. That was something that you didn't take too long to learn.

Childe sneered, frowning at you instead. "That's such a wrong way to put it, I merely made myself present."

Maybe it wasn't the right move to show him the knife, as he already snatched it from your hand in a way that was too fast for you to comprehend, it suddenly slammed right next to your skull into the wall. You heard it crack in displeasure and protest, the sharp part of the blade touching your ear.

Only then you realised you had a reason for fear, lips pressed together. It was all too clear that he was annoyed. "you're pathetic if you think I don't know about your endeavours in Liyue."

"So you knew?"

"Of course I did. An idiot like you hardly got out of Snezhnaya, which I also knew about before you could even set off." He scoffed, hand suddenly on your neck. It was dangerous to play that game with him, so you didn't even try to move. He wouldn't kill you, that was for certain by now.

If he did, it would be a waste of time to chase after you earlier.

"I thought, maybe if you have some glimpse of other things that may be sufficient for you. That you, I don't fucking know, might stop being childish about us"

His grip on the knife was tight. You didn't say more. You didn't want to cause further anger.

"But you didn't, of course I also predicted you'd leave Liyue at some point. It wasn't hard to follow your track, honestly you'd be quite naive if you thought you could get away"

It seemed he really was aware of everything, fingers squeezing your throat more so. With his hand on his neck, Ajax made you look up at him, brow raised before he chuckled. "You silly girl. We can do it both ways, alright?"

That condescending tone infuriated you, finger tapping at the skin on your neck. It felt as if he could snap it within moments, Childe was obviously doing this on purpose. Intimidate you into submission.

"You come back with me, willingly, and maybe.. maybe I'll make the punishment a little less severe"

He saw your mouth open in protest, his thumb ending on your bottom lip. "ah, ah, ah. You don't interrupt when I'm speaking. Otherwise I might have to make you come back with me, by force. And the outcome will not be pleasant, hm?"

To you that just sounded like he'd lock you up and leave you without food for maximum a day. Or some physical sort of torture, but instead he gave you a knowing look. "Of course that includes me getting rid of all the people who could look for you. I really don't like people in my business, I hope you understand how troublesome that would be for me. All the issues you caused with these.. useless friendships you made, yeah?"

You were ready to protest truly, but upon hearing that your blood went cold, the feeling made you feel hot actually. Boiling, not from fear, but from anger. Newfound anger, that he quickly took a notice off. "don't give me that look.."

It was scary, how he looked when he enjoyed your intense emotions. Fear, frustration. All the emotions you couldn't express, the helplessness, oh he loved it, eyes closing so he could lean to your face, kissing you. A kiss that wasn't returned, as you passively let yourself be pushed into the wall further. Then again Childe didn't mind if it was one sided, instead kissing you with more intensity, in a way that made you feel out of breath. As if he was purposefully trying to suffocate you and you hardly managed to shove yourself to the side to breathe. Having minimum space between you two, you tried to get out from between him in the wall, only to be grabbed by your waist. "Oh, no you don't"

He said it with some sort of sick cheerfulness, pulling you into another, weakening kiss. It was nowhere near gentle, only dominating and tiring. Weakening, deafening. You were sure you'd pass out by the time he pulled back, a faint smirk visible on his face. The threat set in, you would come back, or he'd drag you there and kill your friends anyway. There was no winning. "So?"

You were silent. The lack of answer made Childe sigh, clicking his tongue as if you were the one who gave him no choice. "Looks like you need more convincing"

"Ffuckingg hell n-no- I'll go- I'll.. I'll go-"

In the end your life was singular in comparison to the lives of many people you met.

You weren't worth enough to let them be killed out of your own pride after all.

Childe grinned sickly. You wanted to puke. "Three times the charm, isn't it? You won't get away this time."

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