#jude law smut

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; male!reader

sukuna loves to pull his boyfriend down onto his lap.

whenever you guys are out at a party, he wants everybody to know that you're his. he's staring at you with the most smitten look ever as you push your glasses up your nose, his hand resting on the small of your back. his fingers find their way under your shirt and the touch sends shivers up your spine; you squirm on top of his sculpted thighs and a dark chuckle falls from his lips, followed by a tease.

"stop movin' s'much, pretty boy." he presses his palm against your skin and your whole body lights on fire. and then he's leaning in closer and his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks. "or m'gonna pop a boner and m'gonna make you take it all the way right here and now, yeah?"

and then he bites down on your earlobe, his hot saliva coating the most sensitive part of your body in front of a room full of people. you push at his chest, feeling flustered because of his actions but freeze up when you feel the growing bulge poking at your ass. the thought of him already getting hard, the thought of him going through with what he said is making you burn in the best way possible.

using his other hand, sukuna cradles the side of your face, pulling you even closer so he can trace the sharp edge of your jawline with his tongue. he can almost hear your adam's apple bob, the excitement running through your veins and he can't help but push you even further.

"oh, but you'd like that, huh?" he spreads his legs a little wider, his hard-on now even more evident. his scent is intoxicating – it's so strong and addicting, you can't get enough of him. you already feel so dizzy so when you make eye-contact with some random guy across the dark room just when kuna's hand falls from your cheek and down to your own bulge. your lips part in surprise, a quiet gasp spilling from you before you can even think about stopping it.

the other man can't take his eyes off of the sight and it makes you so much more embarrassed, so you seek solace in sukuna's neck. you paw at his chest like a needy puppy, tugging at his shirt and begging for more. you feel so hot all over – his touch, the unfamiliar eyes, the tense air around you, it's all just so much.

but while you're hiding in the crook of your boyfriend's neck, panting into his skin as his hand keeps massaging your cock through the material of your pants, sukuna scans the room.

there's this weird sense of desire to show you off and keep you all to himself at the same time. the idea of taking you right here and now is heavenly but the idea of other people getting to tease the pleasure on your face, the expressions that are only meant to be saved for him are making him sick to his stomach. he'd rather have you cockwarming him in secret than to actually let others know what's going on. he wants you all to himself.

sukuna's always known for having an intense stare, so when his gaze meets the stranger's, it's not a surprise the man almost drops his drink before scuttling off. he tastes blood as he thinks about punching him in the face for even taking a look at you, for having the guts to think about you. his boyfriend, his lover.

a low growl bubbles up from his throat when he feels you lick at his neck and the stranger fades from his mind within a second. you need his attention way more than some random loser. and who's he to deny you of anything? he might be harder than a fucking rock just from having you sit on his lap like a good boy but fuck, does he want to suck you off just about now. to show you how much he cares, how much he's willing to put his own needs aside to focus on yours instead. you are everything to him and he's not afraid to let you know that.

[the-institute-promos]

➤ OPEN CHARACTER: DECLAN, 33, PROFESSOR, HUMAN

FULL NAME: Declan Vaughn NICKNAME(S): Up to player PRONOUNS: He/Him BIRTHDAY: Up to player AGE: 33 STATUS: Professor SUBJECT: Sociology SPECIES: Human SPECIAL POWERS: Seer–visions and messages via obscure dreams; low grade empathy SEXUALITY: Up to player I AM A: Up to player I WANT A: Up to player TURN-ONS: Up to player TURN-OFFS: Up to player

➤ BIOGRAPHY

There was something to be said for a carefully detailed and story-laden family history but in Declan Vaughn’s youth, he couldn’t see it. It mattered little to him that he could trace his genealogy back to one of the first families in what would become Salem. It mattered little to him that his family was one of seers and witches. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to be part of a normal family and living in some normal city. Perhaps it was because his aunt was known to drift off mid-conversation, drawn into another episode in which she saw yet another vision. Perhaps it was due to the stories his grandmother would tell again and again of how their family had escaped the notice of the witch trials but only just barely.

Declan’s opinion changed when he had his first dream vision. He’d not understood it. What could an image of a ginger bread man falling and an arm breaking off mean, after all? More to the point, if his aunt or grandmother heard of it, they would insist that he had the gift. When his friend, John, fell out of a tree and broke his arm, Declan began to suspect they would be right. It had taken four more dreams, all very obscure in their imagery, for Declan to accept that he had been born with the gift.

As the years went on, Declan spent more and more time studying the tales of family members that came before him, learning all he could about being a seer. What became apparent was that the gift manifested in different ways and was all too random in his family and the last dream seer had died 80 years ago. So for the most part, Declan was left to struggle with his abilities largely on his own. The images and messages remained as vague as ever and nearly impossible to interpret until after the event had come to pass. Unable to rely on his gifts to be truly helpful, Declan turned his focus to a course of study that could be of some benefit. Sociology coupled with a focus on support groups for the down and out youths of the city.

And so he found himself in Boston, attending college in pursuit of his masters and working with the community in various ways. Some days he helped at the soup kitchen. Others he met with others to hand out sandwiches and blankets to those in need. His pet project however was a group for at risk teens that convened every Friday afternoon. While it was intended to be voluntary, more than one frustrated parent forced their child to attend, desperate to get them back on the straight and narrow.

Declan found that working with the kids, connecting with them, was more rewarding than he’d imagined it could be. He didn’t win every battle and sometimes a kid would fail to come back and there was little he could do about that. It made him all the more determined to save the next one. Until his belief in what he was doing was shaken to the foundation. It was never a good idea to get too close, to become too invested, because they would always leave, either to go onto living a healthy and productive life or back to the gutters or worse. However that was just what Declan had done. He’d all but fallen for one of the kids, nearly taken it to a physical level. The encounter ended before it had truly begun, as had any possible relationship between Declan and the younger man. The youth had never returned to the group.

Deeply troubled by the belief that he’d run the youth off, Declan had finished with the group and turned it over to another counselor to be run. By that point, Declan had completed his studies and received his degree. He returned home to consider his options and decide what to do with his education. If his thoughts kept returning to a certain young man, well that was only natural wasn’t it?

A month after leaving Boston, Declan was given a new vision in the early morning hours. As usual it was vague but the images where more concise than any vision before; quite simply that of a tree, young and sparsely leaved, withering and dying. For the first time, Declan was certain he knew who the images pertained to but he had no way of doing anything about the fatal portents. In an effort to distract himself from that which he could not change, Declan turned his focus to finding a teaching position. After a brief search, he settled on a position teaching sociology at a campus that seemed to cater to those who were different.

➤ PERSONALITY

✚ Attentive, caring, strict ▬ Lazy, impulsive, secretive

➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

None

➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO

Declan’s faceclaim is Jude Law. // Could Declan be right for you?

Bio written by Lo.

Can someone finally go toe-to-toe with the fearsome Headmaster Malvolio? And can The Institute survive the struggle? Only time will tell.

The Institute - Plot - Rules - Ask - Apply

The Institute is a supernatural master/slave roleplay established in 2015, set at a prestigious university on a tropical island--a prestigious university with some dark secrets. With our eight year anniversary approaching, we have some very exciting events planned. Want to be a part of it? Join today!

CURRENT BANS: Male Professors

[ham1lton]

↓ navigation! ♡

( masterlist / guidelines / what am i currently working on? )

⋆｡°✩₊☾₊✩°｡⋆ jayde | aquarius | early twenties | law major.

come chat to me!!! i’m always looking for new f1 friends :D

— buy me a coffee! <3 — most asked questions <3 —

any recs are under the tag ‘jayde’s recs ♡’ or @slagclarens!

wanna get tagged in any future works? sign up for my taglist!

REQUESTS: closed!

most recent uploads ♡ ↴

-> pretty girl rock — lewis/max/oscar/carlos/lando/charles smau.

-> the princess diaries! — charles leclerc smau/written.

-> kinktober - multi smut/smau/written.

-> dream girl series — jude/lewis/max/oscar/lando smau.

do not copy or upload any of my work on any other platforms!

don’t forget your daily click for palestine! ♥︎ link for gaza funds

donate to palestine or sudan + receive an smau of ur choosing!

please read and reblog if you can!

[moonysprettypoison]

about me!🧸🍒

@moonysprettypoison /moony/riri! 🧸🍒🔐

Hii this is my blog, where I post anything from my poetry, moodboards, vent, books, my own pictures, I’m literally just a girl!! I like writing so you can always request things!

do not: copy my poetry or post them as yours! do not repost my pictures without giving me credit

dni: nsfw accounts, copycats, men, racists, homophobes, transphobes, fascists, pedos

#intj, aquarius, slytherclaw, moon lover, reader, wannabe writer, poetry, tt editor, music, cinematography, being alone, blood red!

#cas & the nbhd coded #notfromthisworld #inmythoughts #ihateppl #opinionatedgirl #biggestintrovert #anti-ppl

#writings/poetry

me in another universe; {my tattered soul} #Emory Scott 💔🔐—

{my exiled poet & loner} #Jude Sinclair🔏🚬

Sage Donahue, Jude Sinclair, Remus lupin, regulus black, coraline Whittaker, Silas Hawthorne, Kai mori, Spencer Hastings, Hope Mikaelson, teal van doren, Jasmine santos, Elsa (frozen), Beth harmon!

{my brand 🔐❤️}; ™lyraabbott🍒, ™Emory Scott🧸🔐💔 ™Silas Hawthorne!💍 ™Jude Sinclair🔐 ™TealRonan

🎧: the nbhd, cas, ca, the weeknd, Jhene aiko, Hozier, maggie lindemann! rnb, pop, indie, all music genres!

🎞️; tvdu, Sherlock Holmes bbc, m.d house, Brooklyn 99, law and order SVU, the rookie, divergent, the darkest minds, the alienist (so underrated), dead poets society, the perks of being a wallflower, good will hunting, derry girls, ondskan {evil}

📖; the folk of the air, from lukov with love, vicious prince, the hollow boys series {literally my number #1}, archers voice, and the picture of Dorian gray!

💌; dps, marauders era, Harry Potter, golden trio era, tvdu, Sherlock Holmes, devils night series, the hollow boys series, ondskan {evil} and I’m probably in more fandoms but I can’t let come up with them rn!

🧸; vanilla candles, editing, books/reading, writing, criminology, psychology, fashion, music, deep conversations, watching series n movies, poetry, metaphors, the moon, the ocean, misunderstood mean characters, leather jackets, being alone,

{ a little rant }

I love and read classic literature,poetry, romance, fantasy, and literally every genre of books!

{if you judge ppl based on what they read then get the fuck away from me!}

I also read dark romance! yes I can read books without smut! no I’m not a 🌽 addict, and no I don’t Stan books like haunting Adeline who romanticizes abuse and grape!

{abuse/grape ≠ dark romance}

On socials I’m judesinclairsgf or moonysprettypoison so search that up! I use wp, letterboxd, goodreads, tiktok (2 acc), Pinterest, Spotify

{moonysprettypoison 🍒🧸🔐💌}

[wjhik]

Like Before (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: first smut

Y/N's POV:

I have some mixed emotions about tonight. Jude is taking me out for the first time since the birth of our baby, or I'm letting Jude take me out for the first time since I've given birth should I say. It's been 2 months since I've given birth to our beautiful baby boy. Jude has been trying to convince me to go out for the past two weeks. Postpartum depression has hit me like a truck. He's planned a fun night of clubbing and dancing and getting wasted with our friends. I haven't seen them since I gave birth. He's made me pump enough milk to feed the baby for the next two days, so I'm able to drink, even though I don't really want to. (anti fetal alcohol syndrome in tis house)

"Jude, do I really have to come? You go ahead. I'll stay home with the baby." I tell him, walking fresh out of the shower. "Jobe and mum are already on the way to watch him. Jobe told me he gave up a 'hot date' to watch the baby tonight. He would kill me if I canceled. Love, it'll be okay. You need to get out of the house." He tells me, looking up from his phone. He looks so good right now. His back is propped up on the headboard with his legs stretched out, crossed over each other. He finished his shower a little while before mine. He's only wearing his boxers and I can't help but look down. "Eyes are up here, love." He says, smirking at me. "Sorry." I say, embarrassed. I turn away from him, shielding my eyes. "Baby." He extends the end of his words. He gets up and puts a hand on my shoulder and turns me around. "You've seen everything." He says, bending his knees to get to eye level with me. My hormones have been all over the place, but I brush him off and start getting ready. Jude leaves the room to occupy the baby.

I sit down at my vanity and start getting ready. I start with my skincare. First, I apply my serums, moisturizer, then primer. I then put my foundation and blend it out. I put on some concealer to cover up my very sleep deprived eyes. I contour my face. My favorite part, blush. I apply a liquid blush to the high points of my cheeks. Now for powder. I use a translucent powder underneath my eyes and carve out my contour. Then I apply powder contour and powder blush, tracing over the places I put the liquid version of the product. I let it sit for a little, then I spray setting spray. I go in with my very sparkly highlighter. Now I do my eyes. I put on my mascara and falsies. I do a dark black smokey liner. That's what made me feel the sexiest before. Now I do my lips. I line them with a dark crimson liner, and then top it off with red lipstick. I look in the mirror and sadden. I used to feel like the prettiest girl in the world when I did this, now I feel more than horrid.

I decide to leave my hair natural, mainly because I don't think I physically have the energy to do my hair after doing my makeup for an hour and a half. I simply put my products in it and diffuse it, which in itself is a task, due to its length. I put on all of my jewelry and one of Jude's t-shirts. I know his mum and brother are coming home, so I choose one that's long enough to be decent. I hear the doorbell ring.

I walk outside to meet my mother and brother-in-law. I see Jude hugging them at the door and welcoming them in. "Hello, love!!" Denise says, excitedly. It's been a while since I've seen her. She knows what I was going through, so when she found out I was going out with Jude, she was thrilled. I pull her into a hug. I then move to hug Jobe. We make some small talk before I start running them through how to take care of the baby. I trust them, but I can't help but worry. I show Jobe and Denise where we keep everything, where the milk is, how to work our unnecessarily complicated changing table. As Jobe and Denise were talking and I was listening to their conversation, Jude whispers in my ear, "Why aren't you wearing that dress I got you?" He bought me a beautiful, long, black ysl dress. It has a square neckline and long sleeves. It hugs my figure, which is what I'm scared of. The last time I was seen in something like that was before my pregnancy. I worked hard  for the body I had back then, and I let it go. I deserve to let it go. I did have a baby, but the media has no mercy. "It's a bit much for your family, no?" I tell him. It's quite conservative, but it was the first excuse that came to mind. Jude made it a point to not take me too far out of my comfort zone. "You lot should get going." Jobe points out.

I go into my bedroom and change my dress and shoes. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My belly is sticking out. I'm trying to remind myself that this is normal. I brought life into this world. This is a sign of my baby boy. It's hard to keep yourself confident when all you are is 'Jude Bellingham's Fat Pregnant Wife', according to headlines. "Hey, mama." Jude wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. "You look so beautiful." He rubs his hands over my belly. He knows what I'm thinking about without saying it. I interrupt his sweet nothing in my ears and say, "Are you sure we have to go out tonight?" Jude simply grabs my arms and pulls me out of the room. He picks up my phone and purse on the way out. He pushes me out the door. As he's pushing me through the house I hear a series of praises coming from his mum. These two know how to make a girl feel good.

We finally get to the club. Jude ushers me through the dance floor, up to the vip section, where our friends were. We greet them and I sit down with my girls. "So, how are you and Jude?" "I'm sure your sex is amazing. It's been so long for you two." "I'm sure hes been giving it to you good lately." These girls have been drinking. It's hard being the first to have kids in your friend group. "We haven't had sex yet." I tell them. "What?!" "Why?!" They ask me. "How can you have sex with a guy you feel like you don't deserve? I've put on so much weight since getting pregnant, and he's only gotten fitter." I confess to them. "Babes, are you joking?! If anything, you've only gotten sexier. You had his baby!!" One of them says. "Jude hasn't been able to keep his hands off you since you got pregnant. He's so in love with you. Everything your body has been through is because of him and his child. Do you know how sexy that is?" Another one chimes in. "By the way, you look incredible tonight. And if anything, Jude doesn't deserve YOU." Someone says. I can't help but hide my face in my arms and turn red. I don't deserve these girls. I just pull them all in a bear hug.

"Here ya go, love." Jude places a margarita on the table in front of me. "What's this?" I ask him, looking up. "A drink." He smiles at me and walks away, avoiding me denying it. I can't help but drink. Anyone from our group who sees me with an empty drink, will automatically refill it for me. What is happening?

I'm now very drunk. Jude is barely tipsy. "Dance with me?" Jude asks me. He sticks his hand out for me to take. I take his hand, too drunk to be conscious about how I'll look. Him and I are sensually dancing to the music. He's dancing up behind me with his hands on my waist. My hips are swaying to the beat. I slowly start grinding against him. Jude starts kissing my neck. I can feel the existing heat between my legs get even hotter. I turn around to face Jude. He kisses me. At first, it's a simple drunk, sloppy kiss, but it gradually develops into a sexy makeup session in the middle of a nightclub. "Remember when we used to do this every weekend?" I say between kisses, slurring my very intoxicated words. Jude simply moans into my mouth and continues kissing me. "Let's go home, love." Jude has booked a hotel for us to stay in tonight. He wants me to truly enjoy myself. He grabs my hand and drags me into his very fancy car.

(Smut)

Jude pushes me into our hotel room and pins me against the door. He's kissing me as he slots his knee in between my legs. I'm slowly grinding on him, trying to relive myself. He puts his hands on my ass, and slowly grabs it. He bends his knees and picks me up. He's walking me to our bedroom. "You're so beautiful." He says as he lays me down on the bed. "I love you." I say as he towers over me. He takes off his dress shirt and continues kissing me. His kisses have slowed down. He knows it's been a while. His fingers ghost over the side of my dress, where the zipper is. "Take it off." I say to him. He unzips my dress and slips it off. He looks down at my body. I'm wearing some black lingerie.

"Fuck, you're perfect." He says, kissing me. He's kissing down my body. He kisses the top of my breasts. His hands reach behind me and I arch my back up, allowing him to unclasp my bra. He takes it off my body and lightly sucks on my nipples. "Hey, that's for Y/S/N" I say to him, reminding him how drunk I am. He giggles at my state. "Fuck, Jude." I moan. My breasts are so sensitive. He moves down from my breast to my stomach. He leaves hickeys on me. He's obsessed with 'marking' me.

He moves down from my stomach to my sweet spot. Jude is kneeling over me. He's working his way up my leg, towards it. I see him getting hard. I gasp, and my body tenses, then relaxes, my head resting back on the pillow. "Oh, yes... just like that, Jude." I moan, pushing up against Jude. "I'm going to cum," I cry. "Go on then, baby. Cum on my tongue." He encourages me. He sticks 2 fingers inside me, and pushes them in and out of me. "Oh, fuck. Baby, I'm cumming." I say. Ecstasy washes over me and I buck up into Jude face. "Well, fuck." Jude says, giggling. "Oh, my god." I say, my chest heaving. Him and I are slowly giggling away. He comes up to my face and kisses me passionately.

"I don't know how much longer I can wait, baby. I want to feel you inside me." His face is a few inches away from mine, and staring deeply into my eyes. "Good, baby, I want that too." He says. He lowers his head, and kisses my lips. I wrap my arms around Jude's neck, pressing my body against his. I moan into his mouth. I feel myself pulsing. Jude shifts, getting into a better position over me.

"Please, baby. Please, fuck me. I need you so bad." I plead with him. He takes off the remaining of his clothes. His hard dick springs out of his boxers. I forgot how big he is. I am so terrified. How in fucks name did I take all of him? He's about to stick it in when I stop him. "Wait. Wait. Please go slow." I tell him, putting my hands on his lower stomach. "I'll be gentle, baby." He says as he slowly stretches me out. "Oh my fucking god..." I say, throwing my head back in the pillow. He leans down and kisses me as he pushes in deeper. He very slowly moves deeper and deeper. "Fuck. I forgot how tight you were." Jude says in a groan as he pushes all the way inside me. "Fuckk!!" I yell. He kisses my neck as he stays still. He looks at me for approval. "Move, please." I tell him, getting used to his size, but not fully. I don't think I can even get fully used to him. He starts fucking me just like how he used to. He pulls all the way about me and thrusts all the way back in at a painfully slow pace. "Please fuck me faster." I beg him. "Anything for you, love." He says, fucking me at an ungodly pace. "Baby, I think I'm going to cum." I say to him. It's been a while. I forgot how good he was at this. "Cum on my dick, baby. I just want to make you feel good." He encourages me, moving faster. I pull him in by his face and kiss his lips as I cum around him.

"I love you so much." He says kissing my forehead. We're laying together, watching a movie. I look up at him and kiss him. He's cuddling me and I'm in his shirt, like before. "I genuinely think you are the most beautiful woman on this planet." Jude goes on and on about how beautiful I am and how much he loves me until I fall asleep in his arms. Jude makes me feel so beautiful.

Wattpad: funkyfishfeet

DM for requests

[m-oddinsdottir]

MASTERLIST

the abditory .ˊˎ

REQUESTS: OPEN

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

🐺— John Marston

• Dark Cold Nights (angst and fluff) -> When Jude, the nurse of the gang, asks Arthur to search for her husband the least she had expected was him coming back with the injuries of a wolf attack.

I. Part One

II. Part Two

🦬— Charles Smith

• Law of Survival (angst and fluff) -> Charles decides it’s time that you learn how to hunt but you have your reservations.

🍷— Dutch Van Der Linde

• Loud whispering (coming soon)

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

🗡️— Azriel

• Cold Steel (mostly angst) -> When your real intentions are discovered by the Inner Circle of the Night Court, you have to face the consequences. Your mate and the cold steel of Truth Teller.

⚔️— Cassian

• Small Space, Big Wings (smut) -> After being sent on a small and easy job, you end up locked up with Cassian while trying to hide. You two barely fit inside together and the tension is definitely not making things any easier.

more to be added…

[creaami]

creaami | private multimuse | discord smut rp only | 21+ | explicit content

🍦 i go by yummi ( 21+ )

🍦this is a yucky smut rp blog , so do not follow if anything makes you uncomfortable on here .

🍦 i write more than i talk on discord , but i do share different plot inspo with those i'm writing with on there ( gifs / explicit gifs , photos , etc ) .

🍦 i write the dom character in the plot whether it be a male character , female character , or monster character .

muses list

wendy maralin | age : 40-47 | bisexual | fc : julianna margulies

axel | age : 52-59 | bisexual | fc : javier bardem

randy dirk | age : 46-53 | gay | fc : jon bernthal

mary faire | age : 35-42 | bisexual | fc : bryce dallas howard

kelsey riles | age : 30-34 | bisexual | fc : honey bee

austin lake | age : 19-26 | bisexual | fc : jude law

minxi roe | age : 26-32 | lesbian | fc : christie mccarthy

tracie hale | age : 33 - 39 | bisexual | fc : nicolette shea

kinks list ( under the cut )

note : favorites will be italicized | message me for discord

age gaps

incest/stepcest

monsters - aliens, werewolves, vampires.

objectification

prostitution

spanking

slave training

anal

abduction

begging

belts

bimbofication

biting

bondage

breast play

body worship

collars

creampie

cuffs

daddy/mommy

deep throating

dom/sub

double penetration

dd/lg.

defilement

discipline

edgeplay

exhibition

face fucking

face slapping

facials

fingering

fucking machines

gags

gangbang

hair pulling

harnesses

humiliation

human doll

imprisonment

impact play

insertion

leashes

master/slave

mind control

manhandling

master / slave

objectification

orgasm denial

overstimulation

oral sex

orgasm control

paddles

pet play

restrictive rules (eye contact, servitude, speech)

rimming

scissoring

slapping

slave auctioning

spanking

spitting on

squirting

suspension

sadism / masochism

size kink

sexual slavery

taboo relationships

teasing

temporary marks

threesomes

teacher / student

training

unsafe sex

vibrators

voyeurism

wax play

whipping

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

[capturethechaos]

♡ Event Masterlist ♡

Prompts - fluff/smut snowed in “You look comfortable, huh?” “Mmhm…”

Words - 3.5k

Warnings - Tooth-rotting, fluffy smut ♡ 18+ONLY, explicit sexual content, NSFW, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

“Well, it’s official, we are snowed in.” Jake made his way to the bed, crawling over the mattress until his head was resting gently on your thighs. “Josh called, the roads have closed. He said that you can’t even open the doors at our parents house.”

You smiled at him as he looked up at you, and your fingers gently brushed through his hair. “Alright, I guess that just means that I get you all to myself for another day.”

His eyes drifted closed, and the rise and fall of his chest slowed as he relaxed. “Are you hungry, bubba?” He hummed, slowly shaking his head. “Do you wanna snuggle up with me under the blankets and watch a movie?”

His lips curled into a smile, and wordlessly he shuffled further onto the bed, moving the blankets and sinking into the spot beside you. You reached over to pick up the remote from the bedside table before returning to his side and turning on the tv. It took a good few minutes of scrolling to find what the two of you wanted to watch, eventually settling on ‘The Holiday’.

The two of you slowly melted further into each other as the movie started. You were curled up against his side, his arm wrapped around you with his thumb rubbing small circles on the bare skin beneath the tee shirt you had slept in. It took forty five minutes for you to stop paying attention to the movie, and instead clued into the way that Jake's finger had slowly started to trace along the fabric of your panties.

Even with his eyes glued to screen, you could tell he had stopped paying attention as his fingers tightened against your hip, pulling you closer and closer until you had to move your leg on top of his, and he still kept pulling. You turned your gaze to his, somewhat shocked as his poker face, his eyes remaining trained on the movie. “What’s your play here, Kiszka.”

He hummed, the smallest smirk on his face as he turned to look at you as if he had no idea what you were talking about. “What do you mean, my love?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, leaning in until your lips brushed against his. “If you wanted me closer, you could have just asked.”

His smirk only grew as he went to press his lips against yours, chasing them as you pulled away. “But there's no fun in that.”

You lifted yourself from the mattress, shuffling to the side and dropping yourself onto his lap. His grunt was enough retribution for the smart ass remark. “No fun?”

His hands took hold of your hips, readjusting you on his lap. “No fun at all.”

You fell back into watching the movie, actively trying to ignore the feeling of his hands as they trailed up your sides, or ghosted along your thighs. It got more difficult the longer he teased, especially when one of his hands lifted to brush the hair from over your shoulder, giving him access to the skin of your throat. Your skin tingled at the barely-there contact of his lips as he trailed from the collar of your shirt to the shell of your ear. “You know, I really think they should have just made the entire movie about Iris and Miles. Don’t you think?”

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you, but as you turned your head, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the brush of his hand as it caressed the inside of your thigh, and you stopped almost as quickly as you had begun. “I agree, Iris and Miles are much more interesting. Jude Law is hot in this movie, but I’d much rather watch Jack black be a charming, funny guy. Plus Kate Winslet is-”

Your sentence was cut short when Jake pressed his finger against your lips. “I’m sorry, backpedal a bit, you think Jude Law is hot?”

You lifted your own hand to pull his away from your face before slowly nodding. “In this movie particularly, yes.”

He nodded in time with you, his brows furrowing slightly. “But you’d rather watch Jack Black be funny?”

Your lip twitched into a small smirk, and you nodded once again. “Yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Amanda is probably getting good dick, but I like a guy that can make me laugh.”

Jake smiled at you, the hand he had between your thighs inching slowly over the thin, and frankly, soaked fabric of your panties. “And if you had a guy that could do both? Give you good dick and make you laugh?”

“Why?” Your breathing hitched a bit when his fingers slid beneath the hem of your panties. “You know a guy?”

His hand pulled from your panties a split second later, landing on your hip, along with his other on the opposite, sliding you off of his lap and back into your previous spot. You looked at him, but his gaze was once again trained on the movie. “Oh come on, bubba.” You readjusted, placing one of your knees between his thighs and leaning closer to him. “You know I was joking. I don’t think there is anyone better for me than you.”

Though he refused to say anything back, the placement of his hand on your hip told you that you were getting somewhere. You lowered yourself from your kneeling position until you could feel the heat of his skin through his sweatpants. You trailed your fingers from his thigh, slowly up his bare torso, until they tickled the edge of his hairline.

The feeling of your lips against his throat made him tense up, the hand on your hip pulling you forward against his thigh. Your lips detached from his skin as an unexpected gasp escaped you, travelling directly into Jake’s ear. He struggled to keep his attention on the tv as he used his hand to press your hip back, pulling another, breathier gasp from your throat. With your face pressed against the side of his throat, you couldn’t see the smirk that had formed on his lips as he began to drag you over his thigh.

After a couple minutes of the same motion, you were growing impatient, leaving small kisses on his skin between moans, and he seemed almost offended when you stopped following the motion of his hand, though he wouldn’t say it, and you couldn’t see it in his face. The only indication you had of his disapproval was the tapping of his fingers against your hip.

“Jake.” You waited for a response, but he remained quiet. “Jake, baby, can I take off my panties… please.”

Any and all movement from him ceased, and for a moment you were worried about what he was about to do, or not do, but the wrapping of his fingers around the band of your panties was a good sign. You struggled a bit in your position to get them entirely down your legs, but the second they were thrown to the floor, you were back against the fabric of his sweatpants. 

You were lost in the feeling. The tingling that was crawling its way up your spine as you freely moaned his name into the nape of his neck. The grip on your hip was slowly tightening, no doubt you’d find small bruises where his fingers were pressing into your skin. “Jake.” He hummed, his thumb rubbing against your hip as you continued to rock against his thigh. “Please touch me, babe.”

The hand on your hip loosened, trailing beneath your tee shirt up the side of your torso. “I am touching you, love.”

You rolled your eyes, pressing your tongue against the pulsing of his jugular vein and licking up to the sweet spot just below his ear. “Need more, Jake, please.”

Any remaining piece of him that was trying to hold out fell away and his free hand lifted to grip your jaw, pulling your face to line up with his. “Who am I to deny you.”

You leaned into his touch and shifted the leg you had positioned between his, brushing against his crotch and eliciting a quiet groan from him. You lifted a hand to his chest, slowly trailing it down until it was brushing along the band of the sweatpants, and you could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. 

He dropped the hand that was on your face, taking the hand you had teasing over the fabric of his sweatpants and lifting it to his face and pressing a kiss to your palm. “Gonna need you to move for a second if you want me to take these off, sweetheart.” 

You lifted your leg from between his thighs, readjusting to kneel beside him as he somewhat clumsily slid the sweatpants from his hips. He looked away from you only long enough to aim for the pile of clothing already stacking up across the room, and when he looked back he caught you in the midst of tracing your gaze along his now entirely bare body. “Come here, baby, let me love you.”

His hands were drawn back to your hips as you positioned yourself over his lap, and you leaned in to press a kiss against his perfectly plump lips. You hoped you would get away with it as you let out a muted and breathy ‘finally’, but you had no such luck, feeling the lightest swat of his hand on your ass. “Don’t get cheeky, I can put my pants back on and we can finish the movie.”

You protested by lowering your head back to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin of his throat as you slowly ground your hips against him, feeling the length of his erection as it slid against your cunt. You could feel it as he drew in a stuttered breath in reaction to the contact, and couldn’t help but feel a bit cocky about how quickly he caved for you. You got away with a few more slow glides across his length before the grip he had on your hips tightened, stopping your momentum. “You alright, bubba?”

It was a rhetorical question. You could already see the increase in his breathing, and when he met your gaze, his pupils were completely blown with lust. His hands slid down just enough to lift your hips a bit before moving one to take his cock in his hand. You looked down to watch as he slid the tip along your slit, collecting the pleasure he had caused and spreading it. He teased the tip against your clit, and he watched with a smirk as your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. 

He was enjoying teasing you far more than you appreciated, even if it did feel so fucking good. With your eyes closed, you were hyper aware of the feeling as his tip pressed against your entrance, and slowly Jake pulled on your hip to lower you onto his length. It was like music to his ears, listening to the small whimpers and moans that slipped from you as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you.

Jake held you flush against his lap for a couple minutes, simply basking in the glorious feeling of being hugged by the warmth of your cunt. You were impatient, feeling the stretch of him inside you after so much teasing was driving you insane, so you tested your luck and attempted to lift your hips a bit, and you were surprised by the way he moved with you, the fingers on his one hand firmly gripping the flesh of your ass. The sound that came from him as you deliberately tightened around him once you reached the tip was divine, and you wanted nothing more than to have it available for you to hear at any time of the day, even when he wasn’t around. 

It didn’t take long to develop a rhythm, melting into each other as your hips steadily rose and fell to meet his own. The sounds of your moans had pretty much taken over any other noise in the room, leaving Jake confused when his eyes flickered to behind you, catching what was going on in the movie. “Now what is that bullshit?”

You were so confused, halting your movement and looking at Jake with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong, Jake?”

“Iris almost kissed her ex, you know, the uh- married asshole that was leading her on.” His response was the last thing you were expecting, and you simply stayed still against him as you stared at him in disbelief.

He looked back at you, his expression quickly shifting to amusement as he took in your confusion. He moved his free hand to join the other on your other hip, gently lifting you and lowering you back down as he leaned his face closer to you. “I don’t remember telling you to stop, sweetheart.”

You brushed your lips against his and moved against him once again. “Excuse me for being a little thrown off by your sudden attention to the movie.”

He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, baby, caught me off guard. I’m all yours.”

The two of you fell back into your rhythm, speeding up gradually until you could see him actively trying to hold on. You smirked, kissing and nipping along his collarbone. “Are you close, Jake?”

He nodded, leaning his head back against the headboard. “So fucking close.”

You took advantage of the extension of his neck, kissing your way up to and across his jaw until he could feel your breath against his cheek. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

He shook his head, straightening his posture and stopping your movements against him. “Not until you do.”

You cocked an eyebrow curiously at him, silently challenging him, and he caught on immediately. His hands readjusted enough to somewhat smoothly readjust the two of you so that you were flat on your back. He smirked at you as your jaw fell slack, and he moved to a kneeling position between your legs. Jake was slow and deliberate as he pulled out of you, listening to the disappointed groan that came from you, and he responded by lifting your hips from the mattress and sliding one of the pillows beneath them. 

He held eye contact with you as he slowly hovered over you, placing one of his hands beside your head, and using the other to wrap one of your legs around his waist. He smiled at you as you watched every little move he made. You were entranced by him, watching the way his hand slid along the bare skin of your thigh, the way it travelled all the way up your body until it was placed opposite of his other hand. You could feel the weight of his cock laying against you, but he wasn’t doing anything. “Jake, baby, please.”

You weren’t ashamed to beg, in fact, you knew that he loved to hear you beg for him to make you feel good, and as he lifted one of his hands from beside your head and slowly dragged it across the sheets below you, you gave him exactly what he wanted. “Baby, I wanna feel your cock so deep in me. Please, Jake, let me cum on your cock.”

That seemed to do the trick. Jake grinned at you, dipping down to press a kiss to your lips, and deepening it the second he felt you reciprocate. He sunk the tip into you once again, taking advantage of the way your lips parted with a moan to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

You were convinced that he knew your body better than you did as he rolled his hips into your own. His cock brushed against the sweet spot deep within you, and you arched away from the mattress, pressing your chest against his, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. One hand had taken its place tangled in the silky locks of his hair, and the other was raking as far down his shoulder it could go before gliding back up. The feeling of your fingernails pressing gently against his back left a trail of goosebumps along their path.

The hand he had used to line himself up with your entrance remained on your thigh, lingering there for a couple minutes as he built up his pace. You barely felt it as his fingers danced along the inside of your thigh, coming to a halt when they just barely grazed across your clit. Jake leisurely began to sweep his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching your face tense up at the initial contact before melting into a look of pure pleasure. 

Eventually the pace of his finger matched that of his hips, and the coil inside you was winding up tighter and tighter, getting closer and closer to snapping. “Fuck- Jake- I’m so close.”

He groaned, feeling every squeeze and flutter of your walls around him, no matter how small. He was tuned into your every movement. “I can feel it, baby. Let it go for me, my love.”

His head had fallen onto the pillow beside your head, his sultry tone travelling directly from his lips to your ear. His words, in combination with the steady thrusts of his cock and the finger he had on your clit, had the coil snapping, and Jake lifted his head to watch the way your eyes fluttered, and your lips parted as you moaned his name like a mantra. He was convinced that there was no better feeling in the world than what he felt when you came around his cock, pulling him in impossibly closer, making it impossible to hold on much longer. He made sure to slow himself enough to help you comfortably ride out your orgasm.

You knew he was close, every part of his body was twitching, and you opened your eyes to see his own squeezed tightly shut as he tried to control his breathing. You smiled at his insistence to hold out, and you tipped your head up, ghosting your lips over his. “Give it to me, Jake.” He groaned, his rhythm stuttering. “You fill me up so good, baby. I want it all, please.”

You quickly had to bear the weight of Jake on top of you as he came. His elbow gave out, leaving him resting on top of you as he tried to catch his breath. A string of praise entered your ears as you ran your fingers gently across his scalp. 

The two of you both groaned at the loss of contact as he slowly pulled out of you and slid off you. He landed next to you on the mattress, immediately turning his head to look at you. Your eyes met his, and your smile widened. The two of you laid in silence for almost ten minutes before you felt that you were willing to stand from the bed and walk to the bathroom. Jake watched you shuffle into the bathroom, reaching for some tissues to clean himself up once the door closed behind you. 

You took your time in the bathroom. It wasn’t until you stood to wash your hands that you noticed your reflection. Your hair was a mess, and you were thankful that you hadn’t had to put makeup on. You quickly fixed your hair, and opened the bathroom door to find Jake bundled up beneath the blankets, watching the bathroom door like he was just waiting for you to exit. “You look comfortable, hm?”

He was checking you out as you walked toward the bed, like he hadn’t just fucked you. “Mmhm…”

You sauntered to the edge of the bed, crawling onto the mattress and crawling over to him. You were in the process of lowering yourself to kiss him, when his phone began to ring on the bedside table. You groaned, slumping onto the bed as he reached over to check who was calling. You turned your head just in time to watch Jake sigh and answer the phone, immediately putting it on speaker. “Hey Josh, what’s up?”

“New plans for Christmas Eve, we’re all going to watch a movie together over facetime, that way we all still get to spend time with each other, even if we’re not all together in person.” You could hear the smile on Josh’s face. You could damn near picture him sitting on the couch with their parents and Ronnie. 

Jake looked over at you with a small smile, and you simply nodded at him. “Give me ten minutes to set everything up then I’ll call you back, sound good?” 

“Sounds good.”

Jake hung up the phone and peeled the blanket from his body, walking over to your suitcases to grab a tee shirt for himself, and one for you, along with a clean pair of panties. Once the two of you were redressed, set up, and comfortable, Jake reached for his phone. He pulled up Josh’s contact, looking back at you before he hit the call button. “We are definitely continuing what was about to happen once this is over.”

You giggled at his insistence, nodding your head. “Yes we will, but for now let’s watch a Christmas movie with your family.”

If you’d like to be added to the taglist, send me a dm, ask, or fill out my taglist form!

@amouratomique @castlebythesea @sleepingpillsworld @joshkiszkas @celestialfauna @streamsofstardust @lupinevanfleet @garagebandvanfleet @weightofdreams-gvf @silverstormgvf @allieboop @the-chaotic-cow @dannythedog @heatmyfleet @screechesincoherently @trafficwasabitch @fleetsonfire @xserenax-13 @doodle417 @gvfrry @agirlwithmanytastes @b3l1nda @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @freckled-wonder

@st4rdust-ch0rds @sarakay-gvf @angelbabyivy @irrevocably24 @basiccortez @s0livagant @grace-gvf @gvfgroopie19 @kayleea122 @georgesstripedpants @carlybubs @ryegvf @obetrolncocktails @h-e-l-l-o-s @m1rkw00dpr1ncess @poofyloofy @callmebymym @jakeyboiiiiiii @myownparadise96 @welightthefire @gretavanbitches @writingcold @jordierama @jakekiszkasbestie @downbad4gvf

[jamesunderwater]

Hi Charles! For "here’s weirder asks"

I discovered your writing when you wrote "Effort" – a *delicious* Jily smut scene 🤌🏼 I'm going to be greedy so I can quickly get to know you xx

21. something you've kept from your childhood?

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

29. how do you like your shower water?

46. favourite holiday film?

47. what was the last message you sent?

:D Hi Athena!! omg thank you so much, I was actually a bit embarrassed to post it because it was SO smutty, so I'm thrilled to know someone else enjoyed it haha. And I love getting asks so feel free to be greedy!

21. something you've kept from your childhood?

This is so on brand lol, but for my 13th birthday my mom sent this whole birthday basket to my school, and in it was a grey and black stuffed dog. I immediately named him Padfoot, and he is currently right beside me (': hopefully always will be.

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

Oooh this one is personal. Hmm... uhhh well I was on a call with two of my best friends (who are married) and my ex (who was my best friend and we are trying to be close again; also he lives with the other two best friends) and bestie #1 let slip a thing that made it sound like my ex had a whole relationship after ours that already came and went?? that i didn't know about?? and bestie #2 was all "does charlie know about that?!" and my ex was all "*facepalm*" and i was all "*be cool be cool be cool*" so that scenario has been replaying over and over the past few days because.......feelings but it's fine i'm writing a sad wolfstar fic about it (:

29. how do you like your shower water?

I love questions like this, I want to know little shit like this about everyone. Usually just passed warm, if that makes sense. Not hot but almost.

46. favourite holiday film?

The Holiday! (': it has its sore spots and the thing between Jude Law and Cameron Diaz gets more ridiculous every time but I love it. Or Santa Claus is Coming to Town if we're going more traditional.

47. what was the last message you sent?

"three weeks!!! that's incredible! europe sounds like the right play, yeah" (one of my besties got family medical leave and made the joke that he should just run off to europe)

[sebstanaddict]

Love Song

Chapter 9 - Isn’t She Lovely

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

Having spent her me-time attending her ex's concert without letting Sebastian know, reader felt really guilty. But she knew letting Sebastian know about it would justcause more trouble because of how jealous Sebastian is of her ex. So she decided not to let him know. But several unexpected events forced her to change her mind. Will she be brave enough to tell him or will she continue to hide it from him?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 9/18 (might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : fluff, angst, slight jealousy, sexual references bordering on non vulgar smut

Word count : 9.3k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it here.

Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderful Isn't she precious Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be Making one as lovely as she But isn't she lovely, made from love

Isn't She Lovely - Stevie Wonder

----- The Intercontinental Amstel Hotel, Amsterdam, The Netherlands - May 14th, 3.00 pm

Y/n wiped the tears streaming down her face as she walked along the hallway of the hotel, heading towards the suite where she and Sebastian were staying at. The tornado in her heart still swirled around dangerously, threatening to destroy her. A mix of sadness, anger and guilt was consuming her from the inside out. She needed Sebastian to bring her back from these dangerous emotions. But she knew she couldn't come to him looking distraught with tears in her eyes. He would be suspicious and she couldn't lie to him. So she needed to pull herself together before she meets him again.

She stopped right outside the door of her suite, took a deep breath and wiped the tears in her eyes. Then she opened her handbag and fished out a small compact powder with a mirror. She opened it and checked her reflection on the small round mirror. Okay, her eyes looked a little puffy, she thought. She needed to fix it before she could come in through the door.

She closed the compact powder, returned it to her handbag then turned around. She remembered passing a public restroom on the way to her suite so she headed there.

It took her half an hour in front of the mirror in the public restroom until she was finally sure that she didn't look like she just cried. She put all her make up things in her handbag then looked up at the mirror and smiled. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, she thought dejectedly. She closed her eyes and imagined the moment she met Jude Law that day, how it made her feel so ecstatic and happy. She then opened her eyes and smiled again. This time the smile reached her eyes but it quickly turned into a frown as she realized how pathetic and ungrateful she was. Here she was, on her honeymoon, with her husband who was one of the most handsome and popular actor of his generation and the thought of that didn't make her happy. It made her anxious and nervous.

Please get it together, Y/n! She scolded herself internally. It's not like she was cheating on Sebastian. She just watched a concert of her old friend. There's nothing wrong with that. Okay, Zac might have hugged her and kissed her hand. But that was nothing. Just a friendly hug and a respectful kiss on her hand. She thought. She nor Zac didn't do anything wrong. The only wrong thing here was for her not to tell Sebastian about it. But she knew all hell would break loose if she did. So she made a vow to never tell him. If he wasn't so jealous of Zac she would have told him. But he was, so it would be better for him not to know and spare him the unnecessary hurt.

Suddenly her cellphone buzzed. Someone just texted her. She pulled out her cellphone, hoping Sebastian had texted her but found that Zac had texted her instead and her heart pounded hard as she read it.

"Hi Y/n. I just want to say thank you again for coming and watching me perform today. It was a highlight of the whole European tour for me. Heck, it was a highlight of the whole year for me 😊 Anyway, the next concert for me will be in Paris but not until May 19th, so I'm still going to be in Amsterdam until the 18th. Let me know in case you want to meet up again. I think we didn't have enough time to catch up earlier today. But if you already leave for Paris, then it's okay. Maybe I'll see you there 😉 Anyway, just let me know. Thanks." - Zac

Oh Zac, what is he doing? She thought in disbelief. He crossed a definite line. But then again, she was also to blame for making him feel like it was okay to contact her again. She took a deep breath and decided to end it now. She wasn't going to let Zac feel as if there was something between them again. There wasn't. It was just nostalgia that she felt. She was married to Sebastian, the love of her life, the one person who had been with her through thick and thin. She wasn't going to screw up her relationship with him by entertaining any more thoughts of her ex. Especially not Zac. So she decided to send him a good bye message of some sort, hoping he would get the message and stop contacting her.

"Hi Zac. I'm sorry but it turns out I'm heading to Cannes tomorrow to accompany Sebastian. He's going to attend the Cannes Film Festival promoting his new movie and I need to be there for him. I'm sorry Zac. Take care and good bye." - Y/n

Alright. That should do it. She thought. She had drawn the line. A big and thick line. Zac should see it and not contact her again. Moments later her phone buzzed again.

"Oh okay. I hope you'll have fun in Cannes. Take care and talk to you later! 😊" - Zac

What the h**l, Zac. Talk to you later? She fumed. Didn't he get the hint? She sighed and decided to ignore Zac's last message. She needed to go back to Sebastian. She returned her cellphone back into her handbag and went out of the restroom.

She was just a couple of steps near her suite when she heard the faint sounds of music. She stopped in front of the door of her suite and listened intently. It seemed Sebastian was listening to some music. She smiled. It was so Sebastian to play music while baby sitting Starlene. Music was his secret weapon to calm Starlene down.

She took out the key card to the suite from her handbag, put it on top of the door handle and waited until the light on the door handle turned green. Once it turned green she turned the door handle and pushed the door open. The sound of music could be heard even louder. The song seemed very familiar to her. She closed the door behind her gently and walked quietly into the living room.

Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderful Isn't she precious Less than one minute old

The song "Isn't She Lovely" by Stevie Wonder welcomed her as she entered the living room. She smiled wide looking at the scene in front of her. Sebastian was carrying Starlene with his left arm, his right hand held Starlene's tiny hand and he was dancing around the living room while singing along to the song. Starlene laughed and giggled in his arms. The sight warmed her heart and she couldn't help but feel slightly sad as well. How could she hate them both looking at them like this? How could she ever had the thought of wanting to be away from them? Especially her precious baby girl? She was such a bad mom. She promised to herself to never let that thought enter her mind again. She would treasure every moment with her baby, whether it be good moments or bad moments.

She walked closer to them, approaching Sebastian who had his back to her and was still singing along while his feet moved from side to side following the rhythm of the music.

"Iubirea mea. I'm home." She greeted him and put her hand on his shoulder. Sebastian jumped in surprise and turned around.

"Oh, honey! You surprised me!" He said then his face brightened into a smile.

"Sorry. The music is kind of loud, so maybe you didn't hear me coming in." She said.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry, honey. Come on, dance with us." Sebastian smiled, picked her hand and encouraged her to dance.

She smiled and danced along with him, moving from side to side following the music.

Isn't she pretty Truly the angel's best Boy, I'm so happy We have been heaven blessed

They sang along together while dancing around the living room, laughing and giggling throughout the whole song. Y/n felt the song really fit with what was on her mind. She gazed at Starlene's pretty innocent face and felt she really was the most perfect thing that came out of their love. She was truly a blessing and a miracle for them both. How could she ever forget that and felt hatred towards her? She couldn't wrap her mind around it. Then again, she was probably just exhausted and needed some me-time every now and then. Being away from Starlene even if for only a couple of hours really helped put her perspective back on the right track, even if it also seemed to bring more problems in the form of Zac. But, she could just ignore Zac and move on. No big deal. She thought, trying to convince herself.

"So happy that mommy's back. Right, Starlene?" Sebastian said as the song finished and they stopped dancing. He leaned closer to Y/n and gave her a peck on the lips.

"And I'm happy to be back!" She smiled wide and pulled Sebastian closer to her by the back of his head and kissed his lips again, deeper and longer this time.

There they were, the butterflies in her stomach fluttered around excitedly as she kissed him. It was a constant in their relationship that she treasured so much. They were a sign of her deep and passionate love for him and she was glad that they were still there despite everything that had happened.

"I missed you.." she broke the kiss and looked up at him intently, drinking in his beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"I missed you too sweetheart." He smiled and looked down at her with love and adoration in his eyes, making her heart skipped a beat. Yes, she was still in love with him no matter what. She was so glad about that and she smiled back at him happily.

"I take it that you had a good time?" He asked as she picked Starlene off from his arms and kissed her chubby cheeks, making Starlene smile in her arms.

"Oh, I did! I had a great time!" She said, averting her eyes from his. She didn't want to explain more if he didn't ask. She hated to lie to him.

"Where did you go?" Sebastian asked. Y/n didn't answer right away, her heart pounded hard in her chest as her mind tried to figure out what to say to him.

As if on cue, Starlene started to show signs of wanting to nurse, sparing her from having to answer his question right away. She sat on the sofa, opened the front of her clothes and started nursing Starlene.

Sebastian sat next to her but he didn't say anything. He just sat there, watching them. She didn't dare to turn and look at him. She just stared at Starlene's innocent face as she continued to nurse. She touched Starlene's forehead and found it thankfully at a normal temperature.

"She doesn't have a fever anymore. Thankfully. The medicines worked fast." Sebastian commented.

"Yeah, I can see that." Y/n nodded, still not daring to look at him.

"Has she eaten yet?" She asked.

"Yeah, I gave her some baby cereal for lunch. And I've given her two bottles of formula so far." Sebastian added.

"Okay. Was she cranky? Was she looking for me?" Y/n asked as she stroked Starlene's cheek gently.

"Oh yeah. She was looking for you alright. But I had it under control. She stopped crying as soon as I put on some music. You know she really loves that Bruno Mars song." He chuckled.

"Oh, which one?" She asked, a small smile on her lips.

"The Uptown Funk one." He replied.

"Oh, she has a good taste." She laughed.

"She sure does, like her daddy. Isn't that right my little star? Yes, who's the pretty girl? Who's the girl with a great taste in music?" He cooed as he pinched Starlene's cheek playfully, making her smile while still nursing.

"That's right, it's you, yes, you my darling little star." Sebastian continued to coo and tickled her feet, making her stopped nursing and giggled.

Y/n's heart swelled as she witnessed her husband's interaction with her baby girl. Sebastian was a really great father. She was so lucky to have him as a partner in raising their baby girl.

"I love you, Iubirea mea." She declared wholeheartedly and finally turned to face him.

"Oh I love you too, sweetheart." Sebastian smiled and stroked her cheek gently.

For several moments they just stared at each other, lost in each other's eyes. His gorgeous ocean blue eyes stared at her intently, full of love and adoration for her, making her heart beat so fast in her chest.

Sebastian slowly leaned closer to her. His eyes darkened with desire making her heart beat even faster in her chest. He finally closed the gap between them and slowly, gently, kissed her lips. It felt like coming home for her. No other man could make her feel this way. And after what happened with Zac, she was so glad that she felt that way. Because for several moments when she met Zac that day, she was afraid that she had lost this feeling with Sebastian. Thankfully she hasn't.

His kiss on her went more and more passionate, making fireworks exploded in her stomach and she felt burning desire in her. She felt his hand snaked up her thigh, surprising her.

"Iubirea mea.. Starlene is still awake.." she broke the kiss breathlessly and gave him a warning look. She then turned to look at Starlene who was indeed still awake and was still nursing. Her eyes looked at hers innocently.

Sebastian smiled sheepishly at her and withdrew his hand from her thigh.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just miss you so much." Sebastian said, his beautiful eyes stared at her with a mixture of love, adoration and desire, making her heart skipped a beat.

"We'll wait until she falls asleep. Okay?" She said, looking up at him and gave him a sweet smile, making him smiled back in return.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll be a good boy and just distract myself now." He winked at her and picked up the remote control of the TV and turned the TV on.

"What do you want to watch?" Sebastian asked as he continued to search for something to watch.

"Anything really." She said as she looked at the TV.

Sebastian continued to browse through channels and finally stopped at an English news channel.

"Today marked the last day of The 90's Music Festival in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Thousands of music lovers had flocked to Johan Cruijff Arena today to witness the reunion of some of the most popular 90s band such as Oasis and The Verve. Even some international celebrities could be spotted in attendance, enjoying the music along with other concert goers. Those celebrities included Taylor Swift, Jonathan Majors, Daniel Radcliffe and Jude Law." The newscaster on the TV said as a footage of the concert was shown on the screen.

Y/n's heart beat faster in her chest as she looked at the TV. Oh no, oh no, please don't show me.. please. She repeated in her mind. The screen was showing each of the celebrities just mentioned by the newscaster, then it was zooming in on Jude Law! She quickly pulled Sebastian's face to face her with her free hand and started kissing him again fiercely, surprising him.

"Honey, I thought you wanted to wait until Starlene is asleep?" He asked, breaking the kiss and gave her a sly smile.

She quickly glanced at the TV and saw Jude on screen singing and next to him she could see herself! S**t! She cursed internally.

"I know, but I can't deny that I'm kind of.. turned on.." she quickly looked back at Sebastian and gave him a seductive smile.

"Well.. in that case.. maybe I could just tell you what I'm going to do to you once Starlene is asleep." He said with a low and husky voice.

"Oh please do, Iubirea mea." She gave him another sexy smile, turning his eyes into a darker shade filled with desire.

He leaned close to her ears and started whispering all the naughty and sexy things he wanted to do to her, sending shivers down her spine. But she couldn't focus on him too much because when she looked at the TV it was still showing singing Jude and her next to him! She cursed internally. Then slowly, sneakily, she grabbed the TV remote control from Sebastian's hand and turned the TV off, surprising him.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked, stopping his seductive whispers in her ears and stared at her in confusion.

"The TV distracted me. Please go on, Iubirea mea." She said, smiling at him and kicking herself internally.

"Ah.. okay." Sebastian said. He glanced at Starlene and continued. "Honey, I think I can just do what I said to you because our little star is asleep." He winked.

Y/n glanced down at Starlene and sure enough, she was already asleep.

"Oh, great timing Starlene." She chuckled.

"Perfect timing indeed." Sebastian commented and laughed.

Indeed. She thought as her heart rate slowly returned to normal and she felt grateful that a crisis had been averted. She couldn't imagine how angry Sebastian would be if he saw her on TV attending Zac's concert. She hoped there will be no more news coverage of the concert. She was just not good in lying and she hated having to lie to him.

"So.. are you ready?" Sebastian hugged her from behind and whispered to her ears, making her shiver. She just put Starlene gently in her crib when she felt his hand around her waist.

She turned around and stood in tip toe then kissed him gently. Soon they were kissing each other passionately and Sebastian picked her up and carried her towards the bed, their lips continued to meld into each other while he carried her.

What a strange day indeed that day. She thought as they started to undress each other. Her body might be doing one thing but her mind was thinking about something else. As Sebastian continued to kiss her and carressed her body, she couldn't help but think about what happened earlier. She was so happy to be at the concert and meeting Jude. And she was also happy to see Zac perform. He had gotten really really good. And his performance singing that Three Doors Down song, which she suspected was dedicated to her, was so beautiful and mesmerizing.

Wait! Why was she still thinking about Zac?! She scolded herself internally. She focused back on the gorgeous man in front of her who was planting feather light kisses on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes as Sebastian continued to kiss her and aroused her with every touch and kiss to her body. Soon she could feel that she was fully aroused. Sebastian seemed to know because he chose that moment to pull her underwear off her and put his finger inside her, making her moan in pleasure.

As he continued his ministrations on her, guilt suddenly started to appear in her heart. How guilty she felt for going to Zac's concert without letting Sebastian know. How guilty she felt for letting herself be mesmerized by Zac. How guilty she felt for being so happy that she met Jude that day. How could she entertain thoughts of other men like that? Even if they were thoughts of her ex, whom she vowed never to contact again, and a celebrity crush she would never meet again. It still felt wrong to her. The guilt continued to eat her up from the inside as Sebastian continued to stroke her while kissing her fiercely as if there was no tomorrow. She felt really strange. The pleasure from his ministrations on her mixed with the guilt inside her made her sad. Her eyes pricked and next thing she knew she started to cry.

Sebastian stopped kissing and stroking her and looked down at her in concern.

"What's wrong, honey? Did I hurt you?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just.. I don't know. I just.. I just love you.. so so much.. and I'm sorry." She replied, sniffling and trying hard to stop crying but she couldn't.

"Oh sweetheart, I love you too. So so much! Why are you saying sorry?" Sebastian asked as he wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks with his hand.

She couldn't tell him why she was sorry, of course, not directly. But she still needed to let it out of her system.

"I.. I just feel really guilty for leaving you and Starlene today." She sighed as she put her palm on his cheek and stroked it gently, trying to convey with her gesture how much she was sorry for going to Zac's concert that day without him knowing.

"Oh honey, no need to feel so guilty. Everyone needs some me-time. Especially you. You've been sacrificing your time taking care of Starlene 24/7 and I was just so stupid for thinking that you were okay with it. I mean, I should have paid more attention to you both even when I'm working." Sebastian said.

"Iubirea mea, it's okay. She's my daughter. I'm responsible to take care of her. No one else does. It's not a sacrifice taking care of her, it's a blessing." She smiled and he smiled back.

"Still, if you need help in taking care of her we can hire a nanny." He suggested.

"Well, we'll see I guess. I know it may sound weird, but I don't feel comfortable that a stranger is taking care of my daughter. I'd rather have family to help out." She sighed.

"You can always ask my mom to help out when you need some me-time. Especially when I'm away." He suggested.

"You think she wouldn't mind? I'd hate for her to think that I'm such a spoiled brat for not being able to take care of my own child by myself. I mean, she was a single mom. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't understand me and would probably think bad about me for feeling like this." She said, a frown on her face.

"Sweetheart, my mom loves taking care of Starlene. I'm sure she won't think badly about you. If anything, she might understand you more than I do." He said.

"Hmm.. maybe." She pondered.

"Anyway, sweetheart. Please don't feel guilty for leaving me and Starlene today. I'm the one who had been such a prick for not understanding how you feel and I've been disappointing you a lot too in this honeymoon. I'm sorry." He said, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb.

"It's okay, Iubirea mea. I know how important your job is to you." She said, stroking his cheek back with her thumb.

"Thank you, honey. I love you." He smiled and kissed her nose gently, making her smile.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea." She pecked his nose in return, making him smiled back.

"Now that we've bared our souls to each other, I think it's time to continue baring other parts of our bodies to each other. Don't you think?" he teased, making her laughed out loud.

"How can you be so cheesy, Iubirea mea." She chuckled.

"But you love that about me don't you? Just admit it." He winked.

"I love.. every.. thing.. about.. you.." she said as she kissed his lips once, twice, three times, making him smiled and blushed deeply.

And so they continued making love that afternoon. Each of them trying their hardest to satisfy the other. A product of both their feelings of guilt. And it ended up being one of the best and memorable love making for the both of them.

"Maybe I should let you go to have some me-time more often." Sebastian commented breathlessly as he laid next to her on the bed. They just reached the peak of pleasure together. Sweat drenched both their bodies and stained the sheets. She laughed as she heard his comment.

"Maybe you should." Or not.. she thought internally.

Yes, the sex was great after she felt all the guilt. But she'd rather not risked their relationship again. She had the best, kindest, sexiest, smartest, most handsome man as her husband and she didn't want to potentially ruin their relationship again. He was the love of her life. That was it. End of story. She should never give thought to any other man again. Ever.

"I love you so much Iubirea mea." She declared as she put her hands around him, hugging him tight.

"I love you so much my love, my sweetheart, my everything." He smiled and put his arms around her as well, pulling her body close to him.

Feeling tired after the intense love making they just did, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Not knowing that their love was about to be put to the test again in the following days.

-----

The buzzing sound of Y/n's cellphone seeped into her consciousness. It continued to buzz non stop and she finally opened her eyes. She reached out her hand to the side hoping to find the love of her life, but she found the bed empty. Sebastian wasn't there by her side. Hmm.. she wondered where he was. Probably in the bathroom, she concluded.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes and finally picked her cellphone up from the night stand. She glanced at the clock on the screen of her cellphone and gasped in surprise. It was already 7pm at night. She had slept all through the afternoon!

She then checked her notifications and her eyes widened as she found out her Instagram notifications had exploded. Zac had posted a group picture of him and his band with Jude Law, his two children and her, and he had tagged her! That stupid son of a b***h! She cursed internally. Many people are commenting on the picture asking where Sebastian was. And some of Sebastian's fan accounts had reposted the picture and tagged her as well. She also saw some fan accounts had posted a video of her and Jude at the concert, singing her heart out! Lastly, she saw Iris Law, Jude Law's daughter, had posted the group picture on her account and tagged her as well.

Oh no no no.. this is a f*****g nightmare! She started to panic as she continued to stare at her cellphone screen, dumbfounded. Suddenly her cellphone rang. Emma, Sebastian's manager was on the line. She must want to talk about this. She thought. Oh no.. does Seb know? Has he left her because he was angry at her and didn't even bother saying good bye to her? Her heart plummeted at the thought.

She took a deep breath and pressed the green button on the screen, accepting Emma's call.

"Hello." She croaked.

"Y/n. Hi, it's Emma. I'm sorry to bother you but I need to talk to you." Emma said on the other line.

"Hi Emma. How are you?" She asked, her heart pounded hard in her chest.

"Not good at the moment. We have a potential crisis in our hand. As I'm sure you're already aware?" She asked.

"I.. uh.. what kind of crisis?" She asked slowly.

"Oh, so you don't know yet that your picture with your ex and Jude Law has spread like wildfire on the internet and everyone is asking where Sebastian is in the picture?" She asked coldly.

"Emma. I can explain." She said, sighing.

"Explain away then." Emma said.

She then explained to Emma about all the events surrounding her attendance to the concert and how Sebastian didn't know. To her surprise, Sebastian really didn't know yet. His Instagram account was also managed by Emma and she had made sure that any mention of him on Y/n's picture and video with Jude had been deleted. So he was oblivious of the situation so far.

"Oh Emma, I'm really thankful that you have done that for me. I can't imagine how angry he would be if he finds out." Y/n said.

"Y/n.. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for him. He's like a son to me. And I really hate it if you hurt him." Emma warned.

"I'm sorry, Emma. I really am." She said dejectedly.

"I know you are. But Y/n, I don't think you understand. You and Sebastian are like America's sweetheart right now. Everyone adores both of you. You're like Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston back in the day. You know? So something like this could escalate fast and become a scandal even though you have done nothing wrong. Although, in my opinion, you have done something wrong here." Emma scolded her.

"I know. I shouldn't have gone to the concert." She sighed.

"No, you could go but you should have told him." Emma corrected her.

"I.. I know.. but I can't! He's so jealous of Zac. I don't want to cause world war three between us!" She defended herself.

"Y/n, one way or another he needs to know. You can't hide it from him forever." Emma said.

"I'll just ask Zac and Iris to delete the pictures and maybe you could help ask the fan accounts to delete them as well?" She asked with hope in her voice.

"Y/n.. I can do that. But I can't guarantee that they won't crop up again somewhere on the internet. You know, some tabloids are already asking us to publish the picture and video. But we of course said no. Not every tabloid has decency like that. Sooner or later one or more could publish the picture without consulting us. You need to tell him. And you need to fix this. Whatever it is that's happening between you two in this honeymoon needs to be fixed." Emma scolded her again.

"Well you can go and tell him that, then." She responded in annoyance. Emma made it seem as if she was the only one to blame here. But Sebastian being the workaholic that he was also contributed a lot to this situation.

"What do you mean by that Y/n?" Emma asked in confusion.

"Seb has been such a workaholic throughout this honeymoon. Did you know he cancelled a tour in Cologne with me just so he could have a zoom meeting with Steven Spielberg? And then here in Amsterdam he abandoned me and Starlene and went to dinner with Renate Reinsve and Joachim Trier. And then tomorrow he'll leave me again to go to Cannes! If we're not on our honeymoon I wouldn't have minded, but we are! He is so in love with his job. Much more than he is with me." She said, her voice trembled at the end.

"Y/n.. I'm sorry. I didn't know." Emma said slowly.

"Yeah. So maybe now you can understand better why I did what I did." She stated.

"Y/n.. I understand. But like I said, you both need to figure this out on your own. I'll help managing this whole fiasco with your ex and Jude Law. I'll try so that it won't escalate. But you need to work it out with Sebastian. You need to tell him." Emma said.

"Yeah.. yeah.. I'll tell him." She said even if her heart didn't agree with it.

"Okay. I have to go. Take care Y/n." Emma said.

"Thanks Emma. Bye." She said.

"Bye now." Emma said and she hung up.

Ugh.. Zac! Why the h**l did he post the d**n picture! She cursed again internally. Feeling so angry at him. She wondered if Zac did it on purpose. In any case, she needed to tell him to delete it right away. Or at least crop her out of the picture and untag her. She also needed to contact Iris Law to do the same. So she dialed Zac's number. After several rings he finally picked up.

"Hello Y/n. I didn't expect to hear from you." Zac greeted her.

"I didn't expect to have to call you either, Zac. But I think you know why I'm calling." She said coldly.

"Huh? Why are you calling?" Zac asked, sounding baffled.

"Oh don't pretend that you don't know, Zac!" She fumed.

"Y/n.. what are you talking about?" Zac asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"The picture. Of us and Jude and his kids. You just had to tag me in it? Didn't you? I thought I told you that Seb didn't know I went to see you. Why are you doing this, Zac?" She asked, her voice getting higher by the minute.

"Oh, the picture? Iris posted it first and tagged me and I didn't think much when I reposted it. I'm sorry Y/n." Zac explained.

She sighed. Of course, it made sense. Zac wouldn't do it on purpose. Why would he? It was an honest mistake and she was all to blame for it. If only she was brave enough to tell Sebastian about it, it really wouldn't have been a problem. But, was she brave enough?

"It's fine, Zac. It's just.. I don't know if you've noticed but Seb's fans are asking where Seb was in the picture. And then a video of Jude and me singing at the concert had circulated. With Seb nowhere in sight. Naturally people are questioning it." She explained.

"Oh.. yeah. I get it. I'm sorry." Zac said.

"Yeah, so, do you mind deleting the picture please before things escalate?" She pleaded.

"Yeah, of course, I'll delete it. But there's still the picture on Iris' account." Zac said.

"Yeah, I'll ask her to delete it as well. " She said.

"Okay. If it helps I'll ask her too." Zac said.

"Thanks, Zac." She said.

"Well, I hope things work out well in the end for you and Sebastian." Zac commented.

"Yeah I hope so too. I have to go. Thank you, Zac." She said.

"You're welcome Y/n." Zac replied.

"Bye Zac." She said.

"Bye Y/n. Take care." He said and she hung up before he could say anything else.

She then opened her Instagram and sent Iris a DM asking her to delete the picture. Thankfully Iris was online and responded to her immediately. She deleted the picture but reposted it after cropping Y/n out of the picture.

Okay, things seem to be in order. She thought as she scrolled through Instagram and didn't find the picture nor the video of her and Jude anymore. Somehow Emma had succeeded in getting all the pictures and videos deleted from Instagram. Emma had done a great job. She sighed in relief.

"Honey, you're awake!" Her heart dropped to her stomach. Her cellphone slipped from her hands and dropped to the floor as Sebastian entered the bedroom.

"Seb! You surprised me!" She put her hand on her chest and looked at him with wide eyes, her heart pounded so fast in her chest.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetheart." He said as he stopped in front of her, picked her cellphone up from the floor and handed it to her.

She quickly grabbed it and checked its condition. Thankfully it was still operational and no damage could be seen.

"It's not broken is it?" He asked as he sat on the bed in front of her.

"No, it's not, thankfully." She said as she switched the screen of her cellphone off and put it on the night stand.

"Where were you?" She asked, looking up at him. Her heart rate increased as she looked at him. She wondered if he knew. But his face gave away nothing.

"Well, I went out to get us some dinner. I thought I had disappointed you by making us stay at this hotel while you just wanted to stay at that bed and breakfast. So, I remember you told me that you wanted to try some Indonesian food while we're here and you mentioned the restaurant was near to the bed and breakfast. So, I went to the restaurant and bought us some Indonesian food." He smiled.

Her heart swelled as she listened to him. He was so thoughtful. She didn't realize he would remember that she wanted to try that Indonesian restaurant. Him being so thoughtful made her feel even more guilty. She really should tell him.

"Iubirea mea.. I.." she was just about to tell him when Starlene suddenly cried, distracting her.

"Oh, our little star is awake." He said as he stood up and walked to the crib. He picked her up, put her against his chest and patted her bottom, soothing her.

"There there my little star. I'm here, mommy's here. Don't cry." He said as he continued carrying her towards the bed and sat in front of Y/n.

Starlene continued to cry until Y/n finally picked her up from his arms and started nursing her.

"So, you were saying, sweetheart?" Sebastian asked as he reached out and placed his hand on her free hand and squeezed it.

"Oh.. I.. uh.. I just wanted to thank you for being so thoughtful and being the best husband ever." She said and gave him a sweet smile. No, she couldn't do it. She couldn't tell him. Not yet.

"Aaawww.. thank you for being the best wife ever, sweetheart. I love you." He said and he leaned closer to her and kissed her lips gently.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea." She replied and smiled back at him. She didn't feel it was the right time to tell him. He was about to go to Cannes tomorrow. She didn't want to add more burden for him so she decided not to tell him. She made a promise to herself that she will tell him once he was back from Cannes.

-----

"So, do you like it, honey?" Sebastian asked, looking at her intently.

They were sitting at the dining table, tasting the Indonesian food he had bought for her. He had bought chicken fried rice and chicken satay, as well as beef rendang, which was slices of beef in something like curry. Y/n just took a bite of the beef rendang which she had read on the internet to be one of the most delicious food in the world. She had to admit that it was delicious.

"It's good, Iubirea mea. Although, it's a little too spicy for me. Here, why don't you try it." She said as she took a spoonful of the beef rendang and fed it to him.

"Ahem.. I see what you mean." Sebastian said after chewing the beef rendang, swallowed it then took a gulp of water.

"I prefer the chicken satay." He continued.

"Yeah, me too." She chuckled.

It felt nice sitting with him just eating dinner like this. She thought. Granted, she was still kind of nervous about the whole fiasco earlier. But another crisis seemed to have been averted. Sebastian really seemed to be oblivious to the whole thing and she was grateful for that. She really hoped he wouldn't find out until she tells him herself. Or.. maybe she won't tell him. She really hated having to tell him and disappoint him. Yes, she's just going to wait and see whether she will tell him or not after he gets back from Cannes. She finally decided.

They continued eating while talking about a new released book that just came out. She laughed at a joke he made and she finally felt like they were connected again. She remembered all their discussions and conversations about books and she remembered how she thought he was the only one who could understand her love of books. She smiled as she reminisce about all those times they spent at the book store she was working in back in college and how they would exchange book recommendations and read each other their favorite passages from a book. This was them. This was Y/n and Sebastian, book nerds since 2001.

Sebastian's cellphone rang all of a sudden, disturbing her reverie.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I have to take this." He said as he looked at his cellphone screen.

"Oh, who is it?" She asked curiously.

"It's Mike. He probably wants to talk about what I'm going to wear to the Cannes Film Festival." He said, referring to Mike his stylist as he pressed the cellphone screen, accepting the call.

"Hey Mike. What can I do for you?" Sebastian asked, greeting Mike.

Y/n stared at him as a feeling of discomfort entered her heart. His work. Why does he keep being disturbed by his work? She really hated it. But she also couldn't be angry at him again. He did say he wasn't going to let work things interfere with their honeymoon again except for the Cannes Film Festival. This call was about the Cannes Film Festival. So she should be more considerate about it and not get too angry.

She took a deep breath and continued putting spoonfuls of the chicken fried rice into her mouth, trying to ignore the annoyance she felt in her heart.

"Yeah.. yeah.. hold on. Let me turn my laptop on." He said as he stood up.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed to Y/n. She just nodded then he left her alone in the dining room while she still shoveled spoonfuls of fried rice into her mouth.

She couldn't help but feel really annoyed. What she said earlier to Emma, that he seemed to be in love with his job more than with her seemed to be true. If he prioritized his work more than his family during their honeymoon, there was no question that he was going to prioritize it too once their honeymoon was over. She wondered if she was okay with it. And how far she could tolerate it.

It took Sebastian quite a long time talking to Mike. She was already finished eating and was playing with Starlene in the bedroom when Sebastian was finally finished. He entered the bedroom with a guilty look on his face.

"I'm sorry, honey. After Mike called, Christie called. We had to talk about some talking points we're going to say at the press conference of A Different Man. Then Renate called.." he said.

"Let me guess, to talk about whether her dress would match your outfit?" She snickered.

"No, honey.. we were talking about the press conference and also about the new project with Joachim." He said as he sat on the bed in front of her, looking so guilty like a puppy who just crashed her favorite vase.

"I'm sorry I just left you like that. I really am." He said reaching out and held her hands in his, giving her puppy dog eyes.

She just stayed silent, anger still filled her heart.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise. Once the Cannes Film Festival is over I'm all yours. You can ask me to do anything and go anywhere with you. I want to make you happy, sweetheart. I really do. I'm sorry for being such a d**k." He said, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Promise? If I ask you to wear some 18th century French costume, wear a wig then take pictures with me at the Versailles pretending we're French King and Queen, would you do it?" She asked with a glint in her eyes, making him chuckle.

"Of course, honey! I'd do it in a heartbeat." He winked.

"Good. Then we'll do it." She said, making him laughed out loud.

"I love you so much Y/n, my love." He said then he leaned close to her and kissed her lips gently.

"You know I can do something else to you before then. Something you absolutely love. Something we haven't done since.. hmm.. I think since before we got married." He winked.

"What are you talking about Iubirea mea?" She asked in confusion.

He leaned close to her ears and whispered the naughty and sexy thing he once did to her. Something that made the fire of passion in her suddenly appeared flaming hot.

"So.. what do you think? Do you think you're up for it?" He asked with a sly smile on his face.

She just blushed deeply in response, making him laugh.

"I love seeing you blush, honey. You know you look really pretty when you blush." He said, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb, making the butterflies in her stomach fluttered around wildly.

Like a rollercoaster. Their relationship felt like a rollercoaster to her. One minute she was really happy just talking with him, the next minute she was absolutely seething with anger at him and the next her knees felt weak and her body burned with desire just listening to him whisper sexy things in her ears. It was all so overwhelming. She wondered if this was something she would feel for the rest of their lives. She loved it yet felt kind of tired of it as well.

"A penny for your thoughts?" He asked as he continued stroking her cheek gently.

"Oh nothing Iubirea mea. I just thought how lucky I am to have you and Starlene by my side. Despite all the things that have happened in this honeymoon, I feel grateful that we're still here together, happy and well.. somewhat healthy." She said, smiling at him.

"Oh I'm grateful too, honey. I'm grateful to have such an amazingly patient wife. You're the kindest and most understanding woman in the world. I don't know how I could be so lucky to have you." He said, warming her heart.

"I love you Iubirea mea." She said, giving him a sweet smile.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He smiled then leaned close to her and kissed her lips.

Yes, no matter what, he was the love of her life and she was his. Nothing could change that. She was sure of it. Their love had stood so many trials and tribulations. She was sure it would withstand whatever challenges they would face in the future. Or so she thought.

-----

The Intercontinental Amstel Hotel, Amsterdam, The Netherlands - May 15th, 6.00 am

"Iubirea mea.. don't go.." She pleaded as she continued to hug him tight, not willing to let him go just yet. They were still lying down on the bed, having just woke up that morning and had a short but amazing love making session.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. You know my plane leaves in 3 and a half hours. I have to go. I have to get ready." he said, squeezing her body tight then kissed her forehead gently.

"I'm not ready to let you go." she pouted, looking up at him and giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'll be back before you know it. You'll only miss me for one day you know. Just tomorrow. I'll be back the day after tomorrow. It will feel as if I haven't left at all." he smiled at her and stroked her cheek gently.

"Yeah, you're right. Just one day." she sighed in defeat and finally let him go from her embrace.

"Thank you, honey. I love you. So much. Never ever forget that. Okay?" he said then he pulled her chin with his fingers and captured her lips in his, making it even harder for her to let him go. She pulled him closer by the back of his neck and returned the kiss with more passion.

"I'm sorry honey.. I'm sorry.. " he said breathlessly as he broke the kiss.

"I have to go.." he continued, staring at her with regret in his eyes.

"I know. Go then.. before I ended up tying you to this bed." she said, making him laugh.

"Would you seriously do that to me?" he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

"I was just kidding, Iubirea mea. But.. if you're up for it.. why not." she winked, making him blush.

"You are truly something, honey." he smiled then he gave her a last chaste kiss on her lips and finally stood up and headed to the bathroom, leaving Y/n alone staring at him wistfully.

It was the day when Sebastian was to leave for Cannes. The Cannes Film Festival was going to start the day after, on May 16th. He needed to be there the day before as there were a lot of preparation to be made. Coincidentally his movie A Different Man was the first movie to be screened there, which was a huge honor. Y/n was very proud of him, yet she couldn't help but feel sad as well that he had to leave her in Amsterdam alone with a baby. But she didn't have a choice. If only Starlene was healthy she could've gone to Cannes with him. But Starlene was still sick, so there was no way she could go and accompany him.

She sighed as she put on a robe over her night gown, pulled her hair up in a bun and approached the crib at the foot of the bed. Starlene was still sleeping peacefully. She smiled and leaned down, giving her cheek a light kiss. She then went out of the bathroom and headed towards the small pantry. She prepared some coffee for Sebastian and herself then called room service and ordered some breakfast.

By the time Sebastian was finished getting ready, the coffee was ready and there was a knock on the door. Breakfast was delivered. Quite fast too considering how early it was.

"Thank you, honey. I didn't think I'd have time to eat breakfast. But you surprised me." he smiled as he took a spoonful of the scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"Well, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You better not miss it or you could be cranky all day." she commented, making him laugh.

"Yeah, that's true." he nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to miss you and Starlene." he said wistfully, looking at her with a little sadness in his eyes.

"We're going to miss you too, Iubirea mea." she said, looking back at him with a frown on her face.

"Anyway, let's not focus on that and focus on what's after that. We're going to Paris! Are you excited?" he asked.

"Oh I am! I'm really excited!" she said gleefully.

"Remember that I'll go and do whatever you want there. So, go all out on the activities that you're going to plan for us, okay? We'll have the best time ever!" he said enthusiastically.

"I'll put that in mind." she smiled. She already planned a lot for them, including having a French King and Queen themed photo shoot in Versailles, as she had mentioned earlier. It would be hilarious seeing them both wearing wigs.

Sebastian's cellphone suddenly rang. He picked it up from the table and immediately answered it.

"Hi Renate. Where are you?" he asked.

Renate was still in Amsterdam, coincidentally, so she and Sebastian were going to go to Cannes together. The other cast members, the director and producers lived in the US so they were going to meet in Cannes later that day.

"Oh okay. Yeah, come on up. We're on the third floor. Go to the right once you're out of the elevator then go on straight ahead. My room is at the end of the hall." he said.

"Yeah, see you in a bit." he continued then he hung up.

"Renate is here?" Y/n asked as she sipped her coffee.

"Yup." he replied and shoveled the last of the scrambled eggs into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it quickly then sipped his coffee. He stood up and Y/n stood up too. He went to the living room while she went to the bedroom and decided to change into something more presentable. After she changed her clothes, combed her hair, put some light make up on her face and sprayed some perfume on her body, she went out of the bedroom to find Renate already in their suite, standing in the middle of the living room, chatting animatedly to Sebastian.

Y/n stared at Renate and couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. Renate was tall, taller than she was and almost as tall as Sebastian. Her brunette hair was pulled up into a bun, leaving her lovely features stood out. Her body was very lean. She was so gorgeous, like a supermodel. No, like a ballerina, she thought with a slight envy in her heart.

"Y/n, hi." Renate turned to face her, smiled wide and approached her.

"Hi Renate. How are you?" she asked as Renate gave her a hug.

"I'm good, thank you. How are you?" she asked, releasing her from her hug.

"I'm fine, thank you." she replied and stood back.

"Sebastian told me that your baby is sick, so you can't come with us." Renate said.

"Yeah, Starlene unfortunately has strep throat. So, we can't go until she's better." she responded.

"Oh that's a shame. I hope she'll feel better soon." Renate said, looking at her in concern.

"I hope so too." she said.

"Well, shall we? Sebastian? Our plane leaves in.. " Renate said, glancing down at her watch. "two and a half hours. We need to go if we don't want to be late."

"Yeah. Of course." Sebastian nodded.

"I'll see you in two days, sweetheart." Sebastian said, giving her a peck on the lips then gave her an apologetic smile.

"I'll see you in two days, Iubirea mea. Have a safe and pleasant flight." she said, looking up at him wistfully.

"Thank you, honey." He smiled then left her and headed towards the bedroom. He came out moments later bringing a medium suitcase with him.

"Okay, let's go." Sebastian said to Renate.

"Bye Y/n. It's nice to see you." Renate said as she gave Y/n another hug.

"Bye Renate. See you." she responded.

Soon they both left, leaving her staring at the door with an empty feeling in her chest.

Two days, no, three days with today. She thought. What was she supposed to do while waiting for Sebastian to come back? She wondered.

She ended up spending the first day without Sebastian flopped on the couch, watching some Jude Law movies she had not had the time to watch yet. Well, she also took care of Starlene of course. But when Starlene was asleep she was back on the couch. It was weird how just a single meeting with Jude turned her into his fan girl again. Well, his movies were also really entertaining. The one that she chose to watch first that day, Dom Hemingway, was a very funny and hilarious movie. She found herself doubling over in laughter so often while watching the movie that her stomach hurt by the end of it.

On the second day without Sebastian, Y/n was getting bored of staying at the hotel. She had ended up watching 5 more of Jude Law's movies the other day. Granted, there were still about 40 more of Jude's movies that she hadn't watched yet, but she couldn't watch them all. She was getting bored being stuck in the hotel suite all day long. She figured since Starlene was not having a fever anymore that it was okay to take her out on a short walk. Some fresh air would be good for her too. So she decided to go out for lunch that day.

After browsing on her cellphone to look for options, she decided to just go to the nearest restaurant which was Amstelhaven. It was a nice restaurant located by the river Amstel with a terrace right on the water. She looked forward to enjoy eating with a nice and beautiful atmosphere.

When she arrived at the restaurant it was packed. Apparently it was quite a popular restaurant among tourists. Thankfully she got a table at the terrace after just waiting for a few minutes.

After looking at the menu, she decided to order the vegan burger and iced tea for herself and some bitterballen for Starlene. Hopefully Starlene would like it. If not, she would just feed her some baby cereal back at the hotel.

The weather was so nice. Sunny with some clouds hovering in the sky, but not too hot. Some breeze could be felt every now and then. Making it really an enjoyable day.

She took some pictures with Starlene and decided to send them to Sebastian. He didn't respond right away of course. Based on the schedule, he was supposed to just arrive at the red carpet of The Cannes Film Festival, so he must be busy and didn't have time to check his phone.

The vegan burger came not long after. It was quite delicious, Y/n loved what she had ordered. Starlene also liked the bitterballen, thankfully, so she didn't need to feed her with baby cereal later on.

She was just taking the last bite of the vegan burger when she heard a familiar voice speaking near her, then a very familiar laugh. She turned her head to look at the source of the voice and gasped. The voice belong to Zac!

Chapter 10 >

Taglist

@sebsgirl71479​

[findroleplay]

hi! 18+ writer searching for 18+ ONLY for a 50/50 smut/plot rp. the tropes i'm looking for are taboo themes and age gap relationships. i prefer canons but will take ocs. i don't do doubles, but i do like to have more than one ship per server so will be happy to do one ship for me & one for you! i'm looking for novella writers (between 3-5 paras usually) and people who are chill with slow replies. i write on discord only and tupperbot is a MUST as i'm very visually driven. some of the fcs i'm looking to write against: pedro pascal, ethan hawke, stanley tucci, ralph fiennes, colin firth, brad pitt, johnny depp, ben afleck, jake gyllenhaal, ryan reynolds, lee pace, jon hamm, benedict cumberbatch, jude law + more. some of the fcs i'm looking to write as: madelyn cline, megan fox, emma watson, phoene tonkin, elle fanning, hailee stenfield, sadie sink, florence pough, madeleine petsch, lili reinhart, emilia clarke, anya taylor joy, mia goth // tom holland, timothee chalamet, nicholas hoult + more.

please like this and i'll find you!

-

[the-institute-promos]

➤ OPEN CHARACTER: DECLAN, 33, PROFESSOR, HUMAN

FULL NAME: Declan Vaughn NICKNAME(S): Up to player PRONOUNS: He/Him BIRTHDAY: Up to player AGE: 33 STATUS: Professor SUBJECT: Sociology SPECIES: Human SPECIAL POWERS: Seer–visions and messages via obscure dreams; low grade empathy SEXUALITY: Up to player I AM A: Up to player I WANT A: Up to player TURN-ONS: Up to player TURN-OFFS: Up to player

➤ BIOGRAPHY

There was something to be said for a carefully detailed and story-laden family history but in Declan Vaughn’s youth, he couldn’t see it. It mattered little to him that he could trace his genealogy back to one of the first families in what would become Salem. It mattered little to him that his family was one of seers and witches. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to be part of a normal family and living in some normal city. Perhaps it was because his aunt was known to drift off mid-conversation, drawn into another episode in which she saw yet another vision. Perhaps it was due to the stories his grandmother would tell again and again of how their family had escaped the notice of the witch trials but only just barely.

Declan’s opinion changed when he had his first dream vision. He’d not understood it. What could an image of a ginger bread man falling and an arm breaking off mean, after all? More to the point, if his aunt or grandmother heard of it, they would insist that he had the gift. When his friend, John, fell out of a tree and broke his arm, Declan began to suspect they would be right. It had taken four more dreams, all very obscure in their imagery, for Declan to accept that he had been born with the gift.

As the years went on, Declan spent more and more time studying the tales of family members that came before him, learning all he could about being a seer. What became apparent was that the gift manifested in different ways and was all too random in his family and the last dream seer had died 80 years ago. So for the most part, Declan was left to struggle with his abilities largely on his own. The images and messages remained as vague as ever and nearly impossible to interpret until after the event had come to pass. Unable to rely on his gifts to be truly helpful, Declan turned his focus to a course of study that could be of some benefit. Sociology coupled with a focus on support groups for the down and out youths of the city.

And so he found himself in Boston, attending college in pursuit of his masters and working with the community in various ways. Some days he helped at the soup kitchen. Others he met with others to hand out sandwiches and blankets to those in need. His pet project however was a group for at risk teens that convened every Friday afternoon. While it was intended to be voluntary, more than one frustrated parent forced their child to attend, desperate to get them back on the straight and narrow.

Declan found that working with the kids, connecting with them, was more rewarding than he’d imagined it could be. He didn’t win every battle and sometimes a kid would fail to come back and there was little he could do about that. It made him all the more determined to save the next one. Until his belief in what he was doing was shaken to the foundation. It was never a good idea to get too close, to become too invested, because they would always leave, either to go onto living a healthy and productive life or back to the gutters or worse. However that was just what Declan had done. He’d all but fallen for one of the kids, nearly taken it to a physical level. The encounter ended before it had truly begun, as had any possible relationship between Declan and the younger man. The youth had never returned to the group.

Deeply troubled by the belief that he’d run the youth off, Declan had finished with the group and turned it over to another counselor to be run. By that point, Declan had completed his studies and received his degree. He returned home to consider his options and decide what to do with his education. If his thoughts kept returning to a certain young man, well that was only natural wasn’t it?

A month after leaving Boston, Declan was given a new vision in the early morning hours. As usual it was vague but the images where more concise than any vision before; quite simply that of a tree, young and sparsely leaved, withering and dying. For the first time, Declan was certain he knew who the images pertained to but he had no way of doing anything about the fatal portents. In an effort to distract himself from that which he could not change, Declan turned his focus to finding a teaching position. After a brief search, he settled on a position teaching sociology at a campus that seemed to cater to those who were different.

➤ PERSONALITY

✚ Attentive, caring, strict ▬ Lazy, impulsive, secretive

➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

None

➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO

Declan’s faceclaim is Jude Law. // Could Declan be right for you?

Bio written by Lo.

The Institute - Plot - Rules - Ask - Apply

CURRENT BANS: Male Professors

[bug-bytes]

Caption: [So I’m Christmas shopping for my niece at my favorite little botique, Office Depot, and I asked the sales guy “Hey, you got any printer-scan-fax combos?” He says “Printer-scan-fax combos? Pal, every child in America wants one of those. You’re too late!” I say “You don’t even have one left?” He says, “well, we’ve got one, but it has a problem.” I say, “what’s the problem?” He says, “this particular Hewlett-Packard prints off thirst trap photos of Ted Cruz.” I say, “It prints off thirst trap photos of Ted Cruz?! Well I don’t want that.” He says, “yeah, nobody does. That’s why it’s the last one left.”

I say, “well, can you turn that feature off?” He says, “not only can we not turn it off, we unplugged the damn thing and it still prints ‘em out.” I say, “You’ve got yourself a cursed printer-scan-fax combo, pal.” He says, “I know, but there’s nothing we can do.” I say, “hold on. I know a guy,” and I call up my friend Guillaume Mezzanine, the bush pilot. I say “Guillaume, you used to exorcise office supplies back in the day.” He said, “sure did.” I said, “well, i got a Hewlett-Packard here with some kind of Carlie Fiorina themed curse on it. You think you can help me out?” He says “I’m already on my way.”

And that’s when i hear the propellers of Guillaume’s ’s biplane landing in the parking lot. He has excellent timing. And Guillaume walks in wearing a priest’s outfit. I say “Guillaume! You used to be a priest?” He says, “I did. But I had to quit because I’m too good at sex.” I sad “Guillaume, you’re one bad motherfucker!”

We high five and he starts throwing holy water on the Hewlett-Packet and going “let the power of Christ compel ya, let the power of Christ compel ya.” It starts printing out nastier and nastier photos of Ted Cruz. One where he’s in a leopard print thong bikini and sucking on a lollipop. Flies up into the face of the sales guy and he starts vomiting black ink all over the store! [vomiting noises] Guillaume responds by pulling out a photo of Jude Law and he says “Let the power of Young Pope compel ya! Let the power of Young Pope compel ya!”

The machine rises up off the ground, starts shakin’, the photo of Jude Law bursts into flames. I go, “Guillaume, whats going on?” He says, “It’s summoning beasts.”

All of a sudden snakes and gerbils, from the Pet Co next door, start flooding in! And the fish, well, they’re just doing their best. I say, “Guillaume, what do we do?” He says, “I don’t know! I’ve never seen evil like this before.” I say, “Hold on. I’ve got an idea so crazy it might just work.” I grab a stack of those nasty thirst traps and I tape them into a long chain. I shove one into the paper supply chain. It starts printing thirst trap photos atop thirst trap photos! I connect the two ends together creating an infinite loop of nasty republican smut! The belt of thirst trap photos starts spinning and spinning and spinning, faster and faster and faster! The sides of the printer start to crack and emit this terrifying light! Guillaume says, “Don’t look into the light!” Of course the sales guy looks right into the light and his face melts off like a pad of butter on a hot stack of flapjacks. Then the printer implodes, creating an unholy wind, sucking everything in the store into it! The gerbils, the snakes, the thirst trap photos! Guillaume and I hold on for dear life! AAAAA [explosion noises]

And it stops. I look at Guillaume, I say, “is it over?” He says, “yeah, it’s over.”

... so I got my niece a gift card instead]

it’s safe to say i think about this video at least four times a day, i can quote almost the whole thing from memory

edit:

I am editing this post to say that, while he isn’t on tumblr, you can find this creator on most platforms (i.e. tiktok, instagram, youtube) as @littlevictorianboy !

i highly suggest going to find his content on your own, he’s so funny and he deserves to see everyone’s support !

i made sure to put his @ in the tags and it’s visible on the video but i still felt bad for reposting without explicit permission so i sent him a dm after smoking some weed and he actually responded!

[domesticatedangel]

LMAO THERE WAS A QUESTION ON JEOPARDY ABOUT WILDE WITH JUDE LAW AND I KNEW IT BC I WAS WRITING INSPIRED DESTIEL SMUT

[theplumsoldier]

COVETOUS

Request: Anonymous asked: I love your writing. was wondering if your requests are open. please can I request a Yon-Rogg x shy reader (jealous/romantic/possessive/passionate soulmate smut). It would be cool if reader was human turned kree. Thanks.

Pairing: yon-rogg x reader

Word count: 3011

Warnings: smut, vulgar language.

“Were you jealous?” you wondered aloud and nearly missed the change in altering the golden nuance in his eyes. The look Yon-Rogg gave you was one blank at first, but then rather than wear his heart on his sleeve, his eyes proved a window to his misguided soul, and he threw his arm up in a despondent gesture. How could one be so oblivious?

“You’re goddamn right I was jealous! I watched petty humans make advances on you for hours, unable to do a thing about it. It was nowhere within their right to speak to you like that—look at you that way!”

His fervid concern showed, and he did not care, he did not rue. After seeing those men coming at you like feral animals, Yon-Rogg wanted nothing but to show you what you deserved. Those men wanted nothing but sex, and while that was a fantasy that had been prying his thought for many nights, it had risen from profound affection rather than an alcoholic substance.

“They’re really not that bad,” you deadpanned and Yon-Rogg groaned before swiftly drawing his hand through his hair. “I’m one of them, after all.”

“Not any longer, you’re not. It’s blue blood in your veins. Just because you were born under their cursed race, you should not associate yourself with them.”

He was alluding to the mutation experiment. It was this program S.H.I.E.L.D. initiated some years back, back when they still dealt with Kree. You had been one of the cadets to volunteer for the program, signing over your body and mind to science with the hope to enhance the human species. At the hand of some of the finest scientists, both Kree and human, your DNA was altered severely, for the better in fields such as agility, endurance, strength, and enhanced faculties. You were now at the top of the human race, while on the bottom on the Kree front. For the longest time, you had been thrown around the manège like an animal in a showcase, only on display for the entertainment of others and profit of those claiming to “own” you. To think your signature and once hopeful mind had put you in such a situation was unimaginable at this point in time, however, you would not change it for the world. The road you had been on had been steep and full of mishap for the longest time, still, it was what brought you to Commander Yon-Rogg. Now that was a man worth your time.

“It was nothing but a mission, I’m not taking that to bed tonight.”

You were now beginning to rid yourself of your attire, assuming he would acknowledge the cue and make his leave, but he did not. He had only ever been in your room once, and that had been to reprimand you. Now he stood tall in frame and superior in looks, a crease knitting together his eyebrows and observed you, much like he had during the entirety of the mission. So desperately had he wanted to intervene, putting the humans in their place, letting them know how one should treat another, but he trusted, even if you were letting the haughty men walk all over you, that you knew what you were doing. And you did. The mission had been a success and although he was certain it could have been carried out differently, he had to praise your field-work skills.

Nevertheless, when men spoke to you in their filthy tongues and with twisted minds, unhinged rage had boiled his blood and so rather than commend your work, he came off rather aloof.

You sighed and put your dirty clothes on chair’s back, turning to give Yon-Rogg a debilitated look. “Is there anything else, Yon-Rogg? I’m really tired and if you expect me to have a report for you by tomorrow, then I’ll need the sleep.”

His posture slouched and his gaze softened. Shifting, he sucked in a breath and walked over to meet you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I did not mean to scold you, I’m merely—how they looked at you and talked to you, and when that man went and touched you, I became so angry. Seeing him touch you like that, thinking he could take what’s mine—I just wanted to—“

Yon-Rogg interrupted himself, finding it difficult to find the words justifying his thoughts and you could not help but shake your head, chuckle.

‘What’s mine’, his words echoed, sounding blue in your ears and your heart leaped.

“I can’t do this any longer, Yon,” whispered you in a low, fragile voice.

His lips parted in disbelief, hoping to the Supremor you were already regretting your words. “What?”

On your cheek, his hand had slipped up to caress the skin, but you tugged it away, focusing on your breath and made the mistake of looking him in the eye. The abiding blaze in his eyes had ceased, leaving nothing but a spark of hope in the blend of gloom and his head dropped, trying to make sense of your words, those spoken and those that were not.

“Y/N, what are saying?”

“Please, Yon! I can’t keep this act up. This could never work—“

The grimace on his face was one of incredulity and he cut in, “act? What act? Y/N, please, don’t say—“

“This—“ exclaimed you, gesturing to the space separating the two of you. “Whatever this is! When we’re out, you’re always acting one way when we’re with the team, and then when we’re alone you’re acting another. One moment you’re all authority and the next you’re all nice and pretending like we’re not running around like goddamn children! I don’t—I can’t act like you didn’t just embarrass me in front of the whole team! 

Yon-Rogg was clearly in the belief he was being treated indignantly and he did not attempt to hide his dissatisfaction. “This job, I don’t get to play favorites. Just because we’re fooling around, I can’t treat you any different than the other soldiers.”

The pain his words brought was like a blow to the gut, knocking out all the air in your lungs and you snorted. “Well, you said it yourself then. We’re just fooling around, right? So how about you find someone to do that with, ‘cause I can’t pretend like I’m okay with this.”

While you were not actually angry with him, you decided it better to make it appear to be the case rather than show your hurt. From the moment you first had allowed him into your life, you knew what kind of man he was. One of nobility, selflessness, of honor and all those were virtues you so admired. It was his best traits you knew of and once you found yourself infatuated with the man; you knew he was not one to pick love over his job. From what you could tell, his job was the only love he had room for in his life. You had been naive enough to think yourself able to change his views.

Turning your back on him, you entered the bathroom to wash but Yon-Rogg followed you, catching the closing door and barging in, making you protest. He tried to convince himself you only were reacting out of spite, but he knew all too well that you were not so pathetic.

In any other case, you would have slapped a man for pulling you like that, but tears were staining his eyes and he was desperate. He beseeched, “I love you, Y/N.”

And it tore your heart right out. He might as well have been stomping on it, you thought.

“You won’t be seen with me,” said you and it was true. It had to be and Yon-Rogg had to be lying—to you, to himself. He simply did not want to be alone. He did not love you. He was too revolted by the thought of having no one; for his mind was too dark a place to be on his own. “Listen, Yon. It’s alright. I know you’re not the kind to fight for love, and that’s fine, it is, you fight for what you believe in. I knew what getting into when this first started, that’s on me. Just never stopped to consider I might actually catch feelings for you, but—fuck, here I am!”

The laugh that escaped your lips were taunting, feeling a sense of heartfelt ill will and it encouraged Yon-Rogg’s grip to abate. Whispering your name like a prayer, he was searching for the right words but found his dictionary limited and feelings unfortunate.

“Can’t we just. . . Let’s just talk about this, Y/N.”

A cry left your lips and you tossed to washcloth back into the sink. This was all too much to deal with. You were exhausted, your head was pounding, and you hated him seeing you this vulnerable. “No, Yon.”

Hurriedly he stepped before you and pulled your face up, wiping away your tears. Fuck, he hated seeing how much pain he caused you. He had seen you shot down, near-death but it was not near as heart-rending as this, knowing he was the reason for your bitterness.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You shouldn’t blame yourself. I should have known this was a stupid idea, hell—I knew this was a stupid idea, but I didn’t care because I wanted to be with you. It’s me that was too much of a coward to ask you to be mine, I was afraid what people would think. I—I never stopped to think how egotistical I was being, I completely neglected to regard your notion on this for I—for the first time in so long, I—I’m happy.”

At this point, Yon-Rogg was completely heedless to how much – or how little – sense he was making. He was impassioned and he was in love and he wanted you to know before you could decide to give up.

Propping your head against his, a soft whimper fell from your lips and you failed in an attempt to calm your rapid breathing. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and tilted his head, and so you forced yourself to meet his canary orbs. Yon-Rogg was certain you could feel his pulse through his fingertips, it was as if his heart was ready to leap right out of his chest, that was how nervous he was when he was with you. He barely remembered the last time he had felt this passionate about something, not to mention, someone.

“The truth is, Y/N, I want to be with you. So, I mean, I’m a commander, right, I should not care whether my soldiers approve. Please, Y/N, just give me a chance. I can be better; I will be better. Whatever you need. And if that’s some time apart, away even, that—that’s alright, we can arrange something. Really, I just. . . Fuck, I don’t know what to do without you.”

In his embrace, you felt yourself placate and you leaned into his chest, trying your best to assimilate his cogent words. You breathed out heavily, nuzzling closer to his chest for the comfort you gravely sought.

“We need to establish a couple of rules if we are to keep this going, Yon,” you sighed.

“No, no,” argued he and you pulled back to give him a perplex look. “No more of this childish game. Y/N, I meant what I said. I do love you.”

You could not keep the looming smiling off your lips for long. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded and bit down on your lip, eyes fluttering between his eyes and lips. “I think I might be in love with you as well.”

As the weight heaved from his shoulders, Yon-Rogg broke a chuckle. “Is that so?”

Humming in reply, you ghosted your lips over his, wanting to taste him, still, too tired to fight for it. He spared you the trouble and took you up on your invite, planting a feverish kiss on your missed lips. You moaned against him, loving the feel of melting into his arms and you found yourself pulling him down to you, needing him closer. The moment stretched over a couple of minutes, increasingly growing heated by each second and you soon found a swelling ache for his touch.

Then you distanced yourself from Yon-Rogg. “I feel so dirty. I just want to shower, then sleep. We should—I really think we should talk in the morning though.”

“Would it be ill-timed to ask if I could join you?”

You smirked and placed a kiss on his jaw. “My shoulder’s pretty busted so I would probably need some help.”

Yon-Rogg helped you out of your clothes, then he rid him of his own and guided you under the showerhead. The water was warm with a soothing effect on your sore flesh. The soot and blood that for long had encrusted in the creases of your skin rinsed out and drained around your feet. You exhaled an elongated sigh and dropped your head back, allowing the water to splash into your face. Behind you came Yon-Rogg, his hand coming up to brush your hair back, peppering kisses just below your ear and you leaned into his touch.

Hands sliding up and down your body in a tender motion, he washed your body of all smut, the action ever so innocent once he brushed past your breasts. The motion was repeated and Yon-Rogg even took care of your hair, rinsing it out. You could feel him gingerly grow behind you, his shaft teasing you from behind every now and then, but the commander controlled his lust only until the end of the shower. Overtly lascivious, he brushed over your sex, cupping you.

“Yon,” moaned you, at last feeling him where you needed him the most and his fingers pressed lightly.

“I can’t forget how those men looked at you, Y/N,” Yon-Rogg murmured, a groan following at the feel of your slick folds. You always were so ready for him. “And their words, fuck. They wanted to take you right there, you know that? Of course, you did. You probably knew what you were doing, as well. Leading them on.”

A deceiving chuckle fell from his lips and you shivered as his palm expertly rubbed against your clit. Feeling the bundle of warmth unwind in your stomach, you dropped your head back, resting against his shoulder as your arm reached out, balancing yourself between Yon-Rogg and the wall. He noticed the wobbling weakness of your knees and swiftly had you caught against the tiles.

You gasped at the cool sensation, nipples hardening under his amorous touch.

“I was ready to jump in at the scene, bash their heads in for treating my woman such a filthy way,” he said in a low tone and a lament escaped your lips, discovering your kryptonite in the register of his lewd voice.

The deft pressure on your clit ceased and you whined at the loss of contact, only to briskly be swung half a rotation. His hard chest pressed on your own, and his hard shaft stood proudly against his abdomen, precum leaking from the tip of his engorged head. The sight had you moaning and struggling in his grasp, and Yon-Rogg allowed himself a moment to study your face reflecting bliss.

“You feel what it is you do to me? Huh? You have one yourself—you know darn well how little space that suit leaves for any fun. It fucking hurt being unable to do anything as you talked back to those boys. And that innocent look you always carry ‘round in your eyes, darling.”

He was not lying. His cock was hard as a rock, saluting and the strain in his voice originated from that difficulty it brought to not plow to in that very shower. He could think of scores of positions he wanted to take you in, claim you, but he kept his composure, knowing he still had a lot to make up for, so instead he dropped to his knees.

Pressing soft kisses to the inner parts of your thighs, his calloused hands massaged the flesh and he looked up at you, squirming. Eager for his touch, your hand went to his hair and urged him closer to your cunt. Forsaking what control he had at hand, Yon-Rogg fell docile to your demand and dived into your sex. Praising his name in a mellow voice, he was encouraged and gave you his all. Locating your hooded clit, his tongue played with you, sucking hard like he was a starving man.

Your moans bounced off the walls, reverberating as your commander ate you out. His tongue delved into your pussy, licking your juices from you as instinctively ground up into his mouth. Teasing your entrance with his fingers, he pushed in two digits, loving the sounds you emitted. Feeling yourself tighten around him, you became almost self-conscious of how wet you were, cunt squelching around him as he took care of you. He had never been so eager to please you, and although he took his time, you could not deny the pleasure of the orgasm as it approached. Much like a reflex, your hand darted upward to cover your mouth when the first wave overcame you. Crying his name into your hand, you had never felt so weak before and your legs began to waver in their stance, threatening to give up as Yon-Rogg licked you through your climax.

Coming down from your high, Yon-Rogg’s finger fucking and hungry licking slowed down, and he smirked up at you like the cat who got the cream, and in a way he did. Content, he pressed a last kiss on your skin, before standing tall, his hands still holding your frame firmly and close.

“Let us take this to the bedroom, yes?” proposed he, not planning on letting you go to sleep without coming at least once more for him.