#may write a chapter two we will have to see

[hooked-on-elvis]

"ELVIS FASHION: FROM VEGAS TO WASHINGTON"

ELVIS PRESLEY'S STAGE COSTUME FEATURED IN A FUN CHAPTER OF AMERICA'S POLITICS HISTORY.

Did you notice that after Elvis retired his 1969 stage costumes, he took at least one of them and wore it as street wear? Did you know that this same suit is part of one of the most memorable moments of his life, not only as a musician and one of the most famous personalities in the United States entertainment business but also as an American citizen? Let's talk about how Elvis gave another use to the Black Cossack Top Two-piece suit (AKA Black Herringbone suit) after its debut in a Las Vegas venue in 1969.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This is a very interesting article I was baking and it took me a while to write. Possible misspellings and typos is a warning I should add in my work from now - and I'm sorry about that but English is not my first language so, I would appreciate if you point erros to me so I can correct them to improve the reading experience for other Elvis enthusiasts that may read it in the future. Anyway, my jaw dropped when I noticed this little fun fact on Elvis' wardrobe, so I had to share this with you. I fear this article is gonna sound a bit like a chronicle, but I hope you enjoy the reading. Hope to see you in the comments box, friends! Here we go.

July 31, 1969. Elvis' opening night at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada.

That was a special night. The very first evening in eight years since Elvis Presley had last performed an actual live concert since the Pearl Harbor Memorial Charity Show on March 25, 1961 at the Bloch Arena in Honolulu, Hawaii. Quite the big deal, so let's talk a bit about the significance of those 1969 Elvis concerts before we get to the main topic because, I guarantee you, the things I'm gonna point next only add to the main topic of this article (although I might ramble a bit and it's gonna be boring for the Elvis lovers who already know the facts about this third 'comeback' moment along his career so... feel free to skip this first part if you'd like to).

That evening on July 31, 1969 marked a memorable moment, not only for the King himself and the audience eye-witnessing his opening concert in Las Vegas, but also for music critics, pop culture journalists and enthusiasts, the entertainment world as a whole - including Elvis' pairs, other artists both from the movies and the music industries, almost all of the A-list artists at the time were his friends - not to mention the thousands, millions of Elvis fans spread all over the globe, cheering for what would be received as a sign that, in a near future, they could have the pleasure to see the King in action again - or for the very first time for some younger fans he conquered after the NBC's '68 Comeback Special TV show the year before.

The NBC-TV Christmas special "Singer Presents... Elvis", aired on December 3rd 1968, worked perfectly as a tool to rekindle the flame of passion in old times admirers of the King of Rock and Roll, as well as it served as a glorious introduction of Elvis as a serious musician to new audiences composed then by teens and young adults - who were only babies and children when Elvis was already causing hysteria wherever he went in the 50s. Some sections of that TV show, although including live audiences present as they were filmed, can't be taken as his official comeback to live performances. There were lots of intermissions involved in the process of taping the live concerts segments for that TV special, as you can expect from any film production. Pauses to camera, sound, make up and outfit adjustments resulted in many different takes in their way to achieve the "sit-down" and "stand-up" concerts short cuts that were used in the final product of that unforgettable moment in Elvis' legacy better known as the "'68 Comeback Special" TV show. The breaks during the taping of that NBC music production did not give the audience present, or Elvis, for that matter, the same exciting energy a real live concert could provide, not to mention that the audiences attending the NBC studios in Burbank, CA, on June 1968 for the tapping of the live concerts segments of that Christmas special were very reduced - composed mainly by fan club members, as well as a few members of the press and some of Elvis' own relatives and friends. The majority of his fans, who watched in awe to his initial late 60s live performances through TV screens, were still waiting to see him again in action with their own eyes. The expectation was high, very high. Expectations and anxiety hitting the roof, everyone waiting to find out if that Tupelo boy still had it, if he was still the King of Rock and Roll or the title no longer was worth him and he had left the insane commotion he used to produce in people back in the 50s. The music industry and its audiences in late 60s were exceptionally different from the ones Elvis was used to entertain in person in the 50s and early 60s, which means that in 1968 he had a small taste of what they were like during the '68 Special production time but the control over the audience's reaction, the need to keep things good for what those tapes would look like on television, didn't give Elvis the real notion of the actual 60s audience and what captivated them then. In 1969 he didn't know what to expect from a live audience anymore. Entertainers learn the do's or don'ts of the business while they're working in real time - no pauses, no space to make mistakes. Besides, succeeding in one single TV-show is one thing, but going back on the road for real was a much bigger challenge, specially when you know Elvis was booked to perform at the same stage for an entire month, 30 days in a row. He was older then, the times were different... Critics were expecting him to fail even in the 50s, betting he would be a passing fancy. In 1969 some people still didn't have the faith he could last much longer in the business and keep being as adored as he had before, so the question hanging in the air among all distinct age range music fans then was: "There is still place for Elvis Presley in the 60s youth music? Isn't he too old to be playing 'Rock and Roll' now?" Everybody's eyes were on Elvis onstage in 1969 or the news reports telling how successful his comeback live shows were.

Interesting to note how 1969 was an exciting year for Elvis. He was moved by challenges. He had to prove his worth so many times over the years, and 1969 was another one of those arduous periods in his career where he had people to prove wrong. As we know, he did it. He proved that the years confined in Hollywood sets for the most part of that decade had not caused a slight damage to his awe-inspiring talent as a live performer. Onstage Elvis was visibly excited, jovial, good-humored and bluntly sexy as probably never seen before at all - which was denoted by a bunch of double-entendres X-rated jokes he seemed interestingly comfortable in sharing with the audiences in Vegas now, something he wouldn't dare to in the 50s when he debuted in the Sin City for the two-weeks engagement season at the New-Frontier Hotel in April-May 1956, when he was only a 21 year-old young man, still a bit insecure and taken as an easy target by the square 50s society. As for his looks in 1969, it was amazing how his sex appeal notably increased onstage, but that was known since the TV special. Elvis was always that handsome man but in a time where aging was much more than nowadays taken as "the end" for artists, a family man and father as Elvis was (maybe too much for what a Rock and Roll star represented), 34 year-old Elvis was on his prime in 1969. By all accounts, Elvis looked superhuman both in talent and image.

Now we get to the goodies.

For his comeback, Elvis' tall and trim figure was enhanced by solid-color tight-fitting suits. They weren't yet the phenomenal handmade embroidered/bejeweled jumpsuits that would add another layer to the amazement of watching Elvis' live concerts in a year and a half ahead on the road but still... they impressed the audience. The solid-color matching top and bottom pieces with their designs inspired by karate uniforms, delivered modest elegance. Solid colors, long lines, barely noticeable embroilment. Perhaps we could look at those 1969 two-piece suits as part of the cleanest version in Elvis' fashion style onstage... even the 50s suits were flashier than those late 60s ones.

The first stage costume to debut in that new era of the King's career, on that July 31st 1969 evening, was the Black Cossack Top Two-piece suit (AKA Black Herringbone suit). As accessories, a black karate-style belt that also featuring the herringbone pattern, with long fringes on both ends. A silk black scarf with blue and white stripes, completed the look in a moment of his life where all the jewels and shine that would mark his mature caricature as the most famous musician in the 20th century were yet to come. Some fans prefer the 1969/1970 nonchalant elegance from his stage-wear.

Elvis retired the Herringbone suit from the concerts sometime in 1970 when his stage costumes wardrobe had been already almost entirely reformulated for the following performances. After the Las Vegas opening engagement in August-September 1969, Elvis would be back onstage only the next year for another Las Vegas season at the International Hotel in January-February 1970. From the previous season, apparently the only suit still put to use was the White Cossack Top Two-piece (That's not an official information. Given the lack of documentation in pictures - unfortunately a constant among the many concerts held in Las Vegas - it's possible the Black Cossack suits - yes, there were two of them! - could have been worn again at least for the first engagement season in Vegas in 1970. However, no more than that). Quickly Elvis' modest stage-wear would be replaced by more eye-catching detailed suits that were, from then on, mainly in white, as the Broquade ones and the ones we know too well from his August-September 1970 engagement season at the International Hotel, as the Fringe suit, the Concho suit and the Red Ladder, all featured in Elvis' first documentary film "Elvis: That's The Way It Is".

Elvis was always looking for ways of how to improve his performances and make his shows better. The reason why Elvis' white suits collection in 1970 surpassed that of dark suits one, almost certainly, is because Elvis and his crew figured the dark-colored fabrics weren't as helpful as the light-colored ones on letting people spot him with ease if they were watching him from a certain distance to the stage. That was something he learned from being back on the road. Different from the Las Vegas venues with its limited space showrooms, the arenas where Elvis performed around the US were much more spacious, allowing over 10000 fans to attend his concerts, a considerable larger number than the mere 2200 people the International Hotel allowed in seats.

🏆 Talking about attendance, that 1969 opening season at the International Hotel granted Elvis the famous Gold Attendance Belt, a belt he wore proudly on and off-stage for many years. The belt was an award, given to Elvis by the hotel's management in recognition for his record shattering attendance achievements: 57 SOLD-OUT CONCERTS... IN A ROW. That belt is also important in this article.

August 28, 1969: Elvis received a gold belt from Alex Shoofey immediately after his final show – the buckle reads 'World's Championship Attendance Record - International Hotel, Las Vegas, Nevada."

Alright, so, onstage from 1970 on, the King was more keen of light-color suits. Off- stage, however, the dark colored suits were still part of his fashion preferences - and he wouldn't change that. That's when the Black Cossack suit was put to good use again.

Phoenix, Arizona, on September 9, 1970.

In the moment the pictures (1-3 above and 1 below) were taken, Elvis had just finished another engagement season at the International Hotel in Las Vegas (Season 3, the one from which the footage featured in "Elvis That's The Way It Is" were captured. That season ran from August 10th to September 8th 1970), and then he was about to embark on his first road tour since returning to live performances.

The first concert out of Vegas venues (not including the Houston Astrodome, Texas, concerts in February-March 1970 in the account because they were a distinct deal), was on September 9th 1970, held at the Veteran Memorial Coliseum in Phoenix, AZ (8:30 pm). For that concert Elvis wore the Fringe suit onstage. By then, the Black Cossack suits were no longer an option for live concerts, but they were not abandoned by the King, as mentioned.

Now comes the most interesting part.

In 1970, Elvis Presley added those black suits from his official "comeback" shows to his personal wardrobe. There's a few observations I'd like to make about that. From that choice we can get how serious Elvis took his artist status. According to close friends, EP liked to dress up even when he was at home, simply because when people looked at him, they were expecting to see "Elvis Presley, the King"... therefore, he didn't want to disappoint them by dressing poorly. Elvis was so careful with his image that even his smiles were calculated to cause a certain reaction on people. The other day I heard Priscilla, his ex-wife, answering questions from fans on her Instagram page. She was asked "Why you don't smile much in pictures?" Her answer was something like: "Probably because of something that Elvis said. He used to say not smiling would give you a sexier look in pictures." Anyway, The King would always dress to the nines, rather he was going to make music in recording studios, present himself to work in film sets in Hollywood, perform live, vacation in Hawaii or simply trying to unwind taking a well deserved "resting" time home in Memphis. That's fair game if you remember how Elvis often visited with the fans whenever he saw them. Regardless of the pauses between tours when he could take it easy and just relax, Elvis appreciated his fans' efforts in spending hours hanging outside his places, recording studios and so on. He knew and valued how they were sincere in their love, standing for hours under sun or rain in the open, hoping to catch a glimpse of him just casually walking, horseback riding or playing with his friends and family inside his properties grounds. It was not like he could escape candid photographers anyway so, at least he wanted to be portrayed in all his glory. Elvis was always the King, on and off stage, practically 24/7 - whenever he was awake. The boy from Tupelo turned into a indistinguishable public persona. Anybody could recognize him from miles away, specially in the 70s with his elegant wardrobe choices. Wearing the same suits he wore onstage, the same suits that were displayed in magazines and news attesting his imperious comeback in 1969, helped quite a bit in that matter, if you think about it. That makes the choice to bring some of the dark retired stage costumes into his daily life even more interesting. Now, the next pictures in which Elvis is seeing wearing the Herringbone suit off-stage, are quite fun. To think they are the most required pictures of Elvis Presley among the endless photographs taken of him from the 50s until the end of his lifetime! And, the whole point of this article is here. YES: the same suit debuting with Elvis onstage for his comeback season to live performances in 1969 was also with him inside the White House.

On December 21st 1970, Elvis Presley visited the President Nixon at the White House in Washington, D.C. This is one of the most famous stories involving famous characters in the U.S. History. Take a closer look at the pictures and you'll see that the second layer of clothes on Elvis' upper body is precisely the top of one of the Black Cossack suits. Can you see the herringbone pattern there?

SECRET REASONS FOR THE OUTFIT CHOICE?

AUTHORS NOTE [2]: I'm gonna ramble on the possible reasons for Elvis' attire choice that day in December 1970. None of this is factual, just a fan's speculation. I'm purely reading between lines here but I wanted to share my thought with you.

There are only two possibilities, friends: RANDOM OR CONCIOUS DECISION.

1° scenario: As we know, that wasn't a visit planned in advance. Elvis suddenly decided he wanted a Narcotics Agent badge so bad he would fly to Washington to try to get one. His personal life was a mess, his marriage was at the verge of ending and his father was all over him about what he considered a poor use of his fortunes, the way Elvis was spending his money at that time with lavish gifts to friends and random strangers sometimes too. He needed a win - and there he was on his way to Washington to get it. It's more reasonable to think there wasn't really a deep thinking on which outfit he would wear that day but, if that is the fact, we still have to think Elvis did think at least a bit of planing his outfit for the occasion. Remember how every account points to Elvis being extremely careful with his looks? Imagine Elvis picking his outfit that day. The most casual thought I can imagine him having is: "If the outfit is good enough for my comeback in Vegas, it is good enough for the White House." Period. He focused more on his speech to the President of United States than on his wardrobe choice and put his Nation's biggest authority in more or less the same level of importance of his own fans, which is cute - for us. Why would he dress better for the President than he dressed for his fans, right? They were everything to him and more, by all accounts. But there's the 2° possibility: The Black Two-Piece Herringbone suit combined with the Gold Attendance Belt actually meant something special to Elvis, as a kind of good luck charm, per say. Those pieces were not as any just another outfits in his wardrobe. They were involved in one of the most glorious moments of the then most recent part of his career. Perhaps they brought him some kind of energy, serving him as a confidence boost or something.

I think Elvis didn't do things by chance. He planned his moves. His outfit choices were not just a matter of being seen but, primarily, a matter of feeling confident in his own skin. Elvis used fashion purposefully... for instance, hiding his neck out of a personal insecurity with his body from his childhood years (which unintentionally created a fad with the high collars). Thus, it's reasonable to imagine that the outfit Elvis wore on December 21, 1970 combined with that special accessory was a conscious choice. The Gold Attendance Belt was an achievement award Elvis took pride from and were often after being seen with, and the Black Herringbone suit, practically identical to the one he opened the season at the International Hotel the year before, from which that special golden belt award would come resulting for his hard work and dedication to entertaining audiences, certainly marked a special day for him. Isolated as part of other outfit combinations those pieces don't look like hiding their intentions, but when put together maybe they brought Elvis a special energy that served as a mental reminder of who he was in a moment where self-confidence was extremely necessary to increase his persuasion tactics. I mean... Elvis had too many clothes, why wearing the Black Herringbone suit that day? By chance? Maybe he wore the exact suit to help him in that challenge ahead, like an armor serves a knight... sort of. A tool. I guess nobody would think it would be easy to convince the President of the United States that Elvis Presley was a law agent material other than just a remarkable musician, much less himself. I guess even the King needed something to make him believe in himself sometimes.

Again, just speculation. As far as we all know, the Black Herringbone suit was a random choice Elvis made on the day he met President Richard Nixon. The whole point of the article is pointing out he was wearing the suit there as he was on his comeback live performance in 1969.

There. Another layer of fun was added to that remarkable moment in the America History.

Just to explain better, in the pictures above Elvis is wearing the top of the second version of the Black Cossack suit. There is a difference between the two costumes, almost imperceptible at first glance. The second version of the costume had a small improvement in the stitching of the herringbone pattern on the chest area.

"The Black Cossack Top Two-Piece (2) is a black two-piece suit that initially appeared identical to the Black Cossack Top Two-Piece (1). However, upon closer inspection, notable difference becomes evident. The Herrinbone design in the chest for the second suit actually is stitched at the end of the chest to keep the garment from opening."

To end this article with another fun fact on Elvis' stage costumes, I could trace a parallel between the Herringbone suit with the time when Elvis did the opposite move with another of his outfits. Instead of bringing an outfit from the concerts into his street wear wardrobe, he took a casual outfit and brought it onstage with him. On August 19, 1975 in Las Vegas, the Two-Toned Street suit (AKA Penguin suit) made his debut and retirement from the stage lights at once. Rumors are Elvis was late for the concert and just walked into the stage with the suit he had on at the time. He had several different two-tones suits. The second picture below shows EP wearing that suit in a casual setting.

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⚜ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕠 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣 - ℂ𝕙. 𝕏𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 ⚜

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Summary: Vincent and Chidi vow to spend their lives together.

Author's Note: This is the end of the road. If you've read this entire thing, thank you SO much! It means the world to me. At over 50k, this is the longest work I've ever written. If you feel inclined to comment, I would love to know your thoughts about any part of this book. That includes constructive criticism, because I want to keep writing and improving. Alright, enjoy the last chapter!!

TW: smut (anal)

Across France, and in fact portions of Belgium and the Netherlands, thorny stems twined their jagged way upward to scratch the sky. The barren, skeletal fields served as harbinger of a power that was rippling silently across the globe. Because Vincent de Gramont had bought up all the roses, and he was in the most unstoppable of moods.

Things were changing in the High Table. The loyalty inspired by Vincent’s generosity led other seat holders to follow suit. They had little choice. Harsh treatment would simply send underlings running into the arms of Vincent’s protection at the first chance. It was a true Golden Age. Business had never boomed more…and never with such a small headcount. The Table was shrinking as its earnings grew – a sure recipe for profit. “We will not surround ourselves with enemies waiting to betray.” This was the Marquis’ continual repetition. Disloyal parties were, for the first time, encouraged to see themselves out…or else disappear by more forceful means.

Of course, there was still bloodshed aplenty. “Protection” for the loyalists was, after all, far from a pacifistic service. And those roses coated the façade of the Basilica Sacre-Ceour de Marmonte so thickly that it might, to the passing planes, have looked drenched in blood. Flowers spiraled upward around the columns, poured from the windows, and even crisscrossed the dome with a lattice of garlands. But that was nothing to the interior. The petals formed a red and white wading pool two inches deep, all the way up to the altar.

“J'ai toujours pensé que quelque chose d'important m'arriverait ici [I always thought something important would happen to me here],” Vincent had told Chidi when they toured the site back in March. “Peut-être que je ferais baptiser un héritier ici, par exemple. Mais c’est drôle… Je n’ai même pas pensé à un mariage. [Maybe I would have an heir baptized here, for instance. But it’s funny…I didn’t even consider a wedding.]”

What would little Vincent say if he could see the grown man now? Before Chidi, Vincent had never given much thought of any kind to his wedding, aside from the fact that he didn’t plan to have one. An heir didn’t necessitate a spouse, after all. The High Table might have its traditions, but any concern for birthing out of wedlock had long died out. So, best not to tie himself so closely with any social climber who could try to weasel their way into his political life – or worse, his personal life. No, his “wedding” was always supposed to be his coronation. He would marry his work, his power.

The gold of the High Table insignia glinted in double as Vincent set his ring beside Chidi’s on the ringbearer’s silk pillow. Only one man could possibly wear that ring without threatening the life Vincent had built for himself. The fact that even one such man existed was a miracle worthy of the Sacre-Ceour.

He checked his appearance one last time. An immaculate white suit braced him at the neck and wrists, swept down his front in a delicious swathe of silk and velvet, and framed a golden tie. A crown of white roses and golden laurels rested on his sleek hair without disturbing it. He really had succeeded in outdoing the coronation. I am going to give Chidi a husband who looks like this, thought Vincent, and felt so overcome he had to look away.

It was nothing to the sight of Chidi himself.

One is allowed to cry at one’s own wedding. Vincent told himself this, but it didn’t help. He went down the aisle nervous, embarrassed, shaking slightly at the pressure that physically ached inside his chest, trying and failing to keep his joy trapped at the back of his throat when it was too immense for his entire body to contain.

No, the only thing that helped was the sight of Chidi crying openly for him. That little figure at the end of the aisle, small despite his strength, an anchoring, cool shadow in his black tuxedo amongst profusions of white and gold. An oasis. He smiled at Vincent with tears streaming down his face and without the smallest hint of reserve, and held out a hand to him. And then the Marquis was not ashamed.

It was a lengthy ceremony, filled with every manner of pomp, poetry, and organ music that would fit into it. It might as well have been designed to torture the guests’ patience, which was perhaps a fitting beginning to the marriage of two such ruthless individuals. Mo, seated in the front row and visible to Vincent, drifted off to sleep at certain points. Even Gianna’s eyes glazed over in a sure sign that her attention had turned back to plotting. But the final vows were simple, historied words, which pleased Vincent greatly to repeat.

“Moi, Vincent, je te prend, Chidi, pour être mon mari, pour avoir et tenir de ce jour vers l'avant, pour meilleur ou pour le pire, pour la prospérité et la pauvreté, dans la maladie et dans la santé, pour aimer et chérir; jusqu'à la mort nous sépare. [I, Vincent, take you, Chidi, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; till death separates us.]”

But there were private vows to make as well, and he saved those for the penthouse of the Paris Continental.

Just like the church, it overflowed with rose petals. But Vincent’s feet never disturbed them. Chidi carried him over the threshold. He needed it. A day of standing at attention, followed by dancing, had left him exhausted despite the euphoria. He sprawled over the luxurious duvet, one cheek nestling appreciatively into a pillow. “Espèce d'ange ignoble, Chidi. Tu m'as fait mal au visage à force de sourire. [You dastardly angel, Chidi. You’ve made my face hurt from smiling.]”

Chidi’s lips brushed the dimple at the other side of that smile and it deepened in response despite the soreness. “Comment puis-je me rattraper, hmm? [How can I make it up to you, hmm?]”

He rolled onto his back to pull Chidi into a proper kiss (by the tie of course) before responding. “Fermez les rideaux. [Close the curtains.]”

Vincent watched him moving, still gloved like a butler, letting slip the tasseled ropes to block out the sunset and the many eyes peopling the borderless kingdom of the High Table. As tired muscles sank into the bedding, he felt strange, subtle heaviness tugging at him too. The buzz of champagne from the reception sparkled down to nothing.

Then there was only darkness and candlelight. An intimate world that no one else would ever understand.

Chidi turned back to him, but did not move. Their eyes simply locked in silent contemplation. The dark fire of an animalistic obedience, staring straight into…what? What did Chidi see in him then, drained by a day’s exertion, and open right down to the soul?

The tiny spark of his own reflection looked glowing in Chidi’s pupils.

“Viens à moi, mon mari. [Come to me, my husband.]” My husband. My husband.

He moved to the beside without hesitation, stripped without needing to be told. Muscles unsheathed like weapons ready and at his disposal, cock already standing at attention. Backlit by dancing candlelight, he was a pet monster trimmed in gold. Vincent swallowed dry against sheer lust and a deeper, more profound trembling. Do I really deserve this new life? How can I possibly deserve it? How can I make him proud?

As always, the longing was immediately recognized. Chidi’s leg slung over him, a hand took up his own, almost automatically, and he kissed him slow…patient…attentive. A separate kiss for each lip. A long, lingering press.

Vincent fumbled out of it fuzzy. Floating. Needy.

“Chidi, j'ai encore un vœu à te demander. [Chidi, I have one more vow to ask of you.]” His words came out too soft in the silent room.

“Rien. [Anything.]” Chidi’s hands were at his belt now, and then his shoes... Tender but methodical in the removal of all possible barriers between them. He’d meant to answer but was having some trouble focusing. “Qu'est-ce que ce sera, maître? [What will it be, master?]” He kept brushing his fingers over things… A casual touch at the pelvis arched Vincent’s back and stole his breath. What was he going to ask for again? How could it even be put into words?

“Ahh… je vais te le dire mais… fais-moi l'amour. [Ahh…I’ll tell you but…make love to me.]” It wasn’t a command this time. It had lost its edge and rounded out into a plea. His husband exhaled through his teeth and kissed him harder.

He started to roll over while Chidi went for the lube. But Chidi took liberties with him, pushed him back down firmly with one shoulder. “Puis-je te regarder dans les yeux cette fois ? Je veux tout voir. Comme tu apprécies ce moment… C’est un spectacle trop beau pour le manquer. [May I look into your eyes this time? I want to see everything. How much you enjoy this moment… It’s too beautiful a sight to miss.]”

Vincent’s cheeks were now burning with heat as well as sore. But the joy of watching Chidi come undone over him…that did sound too beautiful to miss. “Oui.” He lay back and let himself go pliant into that fuzzy, floating space, breath catching with a kind of delicious gratitude as he felt himself breached and then worked upon in rhythm.

It was a slow, loving preparation. “Vous méritez que tout se sente bien, parfait et indolore. Rien que du plaisir. [You deserve to have everything feel good and perfect and painless. Nothing but pleasure.]” But the wave of affection Vincent felt in answer only made it harder to wait. The slide of Chidi’s fingers began to feel as torturously interminable as the wedding. A whine escaped him even through teeth clamped together, and Chidi’s free hand caressed his forehead in answer. Even the metal of his new ring had gone warm with their incandescent heat. “Tu es si bon et patient. Je suis presque avec toi, mon amour. Notre mariage sera consommé pour toujours. Et rien ne t'éloignera jamais de moi. [You’re so good and patient. I’m almost with you, my love. Our marriage will be consummated forever. And nothing will ever take you away from me.]”

Vincent writhed, gasping. “Oui, s'il te plaît, s'il te plaît, je le veux maintenant… [Yes, please, please, I want it now…]” The moment of withdrawal sped his pulse to a frantic pace in anticipation. And then they were one person. His muscles clenched to embrace the delicious burn, barely detectable under the ecstasy flooding every nerve. Their legs locked around each other and their arms entwined. He seemed to be making strangled, undignified noises and could not possibly have cared less. Chidi must have liked the look of him. Before long, his eyes were glazed over with that wild, protective, devouring look. Vincent knew that look by now. He was close.

Through the haze of pure sex, Chidi’s voice came to him, strained with pleasure but still asking how further to serve. “What should I vow to you, Vincent?”

Collecting himself, he let a finger trace the undulations of his lover’s bare, glistening chest until it found that steady yet urgent beat. “Jure-moi… [Swear to me…]” he began, breathy, “que tu ne laisseras pas le pouvoir me rendre sans cœur. Je – [that you will not let power make me heartless. I – ]“ (and here an appreciative thrust cut him off for a moment)  “- Je veux toujours ressentir ça [- I always want to feel this way.]” Had he really said that? It sounded like someone else saying it. So timid and high and sweet.

Chidi didn’t break pace. “Je jure de ne pas vous laisser seul avec le pouvoir, maître. Quand cela vous pèsera trop lourd, je le retirerai de vos épaules et je vous rappellerai ce dont vous avez besoin. [I vow that I will not let you be alone with power, master. When it weighs too heavy on you, I will take it from your shoulders and remind you what it is to need.]” Only then, he went agonizingly still. Vincent’s thighs twitched in hungry protest. He felt his nails dig into Chidi’s forearm in a wordless demand even before he could bring himself to speak.

“Et – ah – quand tu m'as comme ça ? Quand j'ai besoin de toi ? [And – ah - when you have me that way? When I need you?]”

“Je te comblerai, je te remplirai, je te sauverai et je te servirai. Mari ou pas, tu seras toujours mon maître. [I will fulfill you, and fill you, and rescue you, and serve you. Husband or not, you will always be my master.]” Again, he moved his hips like a piston, and Vincent’s heart and his whole body contracted with the greatest thrill he had ever known. For the second time that day, Chidi carried him over the threshold, and he cried out softly into the dark, intimate bliss that swallowed the world. His husband followed.

Chidi collapsed onto his chest, arms diving under his back to hold him tightly and let the aftershocks echo against his rock-solid embrace. How many times had they said it that day?

“Je te’aime.”

“Je te’aime.”

All was quiet and at peace. Vincent petted along the back of his neck, along his shoulders, feeling his sleepy warmth. Relaxed like this, Chidi became a blanket that he wanted to cuddle up under until the end of time. Gratitude swelled through him as he curled even deeper into the shelter of Chidi’s body. “Veux-tu aussi demander un autre vœu, mon amour ? [Do you want to ask for another vow too, love?]”

His chest rumbled through Vincent’s with a thoughtful sound. Finally, “Non. Tu ne pourrais faire aucun vœu qui m’aiderait à me sentir plus enclin à te servir que je ne le fais déjà. [No. There’s no vow you could make that would help me feel any more inclined to serve you than I already do.]” He turned his face into Vincent’s neck and kissed it. “Et il n’y a aucun vœu que tu puisses rompre qui me ferait moins t’aimer. [And there’s no vow you could ever break that would make me love you any less.]”

End Note: If I were to continue this series any further (which I don't plan to do), it would follow Vincent and Chidi's experiences with raising children in the High Table, while looking back on their own childhoods. Vincent would explore what really happened to his mother, and Chidi would dig into his own family history. Both Vincent and Chidi would wrestle with whether they'll be good parents and how to break cycles of generational trauma. They'll make some mistakes but I think they can do it <3

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[serasfanfiction]

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The next few days were peaceful. The kind of peaceful Lucifer hadn't experienced since the Hotel was in the process of being rebuilt. He hadn't realized how much stress Alastor was causing him until he backed off.

Lucifer might even have gotten a full nights sleep last night! That hadn't happened in an especially long time!

(He wasn't thinking about the fact that his sleep had been haunted by the caress of teeth along his neck or glimpses of red, red sated eyes.)

The images threatened to steal his attention, even as he tried to bury them down with all the other things he was refusing to think about at this point. He forced himself to pay attention, tuning in as Charlie said, excitedly, "She's already spending half her time here! It's really only a matter of time before she agrees to join us full time!"

The campaign to get Cherri Bomb to join the Hazbin Hotel had been having mixed results since the fight with Adam and her participating in the rebuilding. She was clearly here mostly for Angel, but it seemed that the other denizens of the hotel were growing on her. Charlie was correct in that the cyclops spent just as much time at the hotel as she did were ever else she landed when she wasn't with them. She even had a room of her own, even if she didn't officially claim it. It definitely helped it was right next door to her best friend.

Lucifer patted her shoulder. "She'll come around in her own time. Remember, for this to work, they have to actually want it."

Charlie placed her hand over her father's, biting her lip and near bursting with excitement. "I know, but it just feels like we're so close! It'll be so great when she agrees."

"Yes, but in the meantime, we'll just continue to make her feel welcome." He smiled at her proudly. "Which you're already doing so well at!"

Charlie's returned the smile, pleased with his feedback.

The moment, like so often when one lives in Hell, was suddenly and abruptly interrupted by the entire building shaking.

Angel appeared on the landing of the second floor, the one that overlooked the main entrance and foyer. "What the hell? We haven't had any shady guests lately, have we?"

Alastor stepped out of the shadows near the entrance, a loud boom ringing out as something large and heavy hit the door.

Lucifer was suddenly glad he had reinforced the structure. It wasn't impossible that someone could break in through brute force, especially if someone was extremely determined, but the sheer effort would give the hotel guests ample time to mount a defense.

Loud shouting came from outside, words unintelligible through the thickness of it. Alastor ignored the hostile aura premating from outside as if he couldn't even feel it, throwing open the door.

"Oh my, you are quite annoying," he greeted the group at their door. The two fellas up front, stooges and the muscle by the look of them, were holding a large battering ram. Alastor eyed it distastefully. "Whatever business could you have with us that is worth all this racket?"

A nervous looking demon cleared his throat, unwisely drawing the Radio Demon's full attention. "We." He swallowed, complexion growing paler the longer Alastor stared at him. In a rush, he stated, "We were sent here to send a message!"

The radio host tilted his head to the side. "Message?"

The group glanced at each other, clearly psyching themselves up. Nodding, the 'leader' proclaimed, "Yeah, 'give up this shitty mission, or else.'"

"Or else what?"

The group collectively drew their weapons, an assortment of guns and knives. "Or else we're going to have to use force."

The widening of Alastor's grin should have been a warning. Lucifer would have felt bad for the little idiots for not seeing the flaming pile of shit they had just stepped in, but they were in the process of threatening his daughter and that was just a big no go for him.

"Oh, you really don't want to do that." Lucifer came up to stand beside Alastor, hands coming up in a shooing motion. "Like, seriously. Go back to whoever sent you and tell them they don't get a second warning."

The leader blinked down at him. He must have been new to Hell, because he asked, "And who are you?"

"Oh, little ol' me?" Lucifer's wings and horns appeared in all their full glory. "I'm the Devil, bitches."

The group barely had time to do little more than gape before they were sent tumbling arse over head from a powerful gust of wind, curtesy of the before mentioned wings. Fully prepared to rough them up a little before sending them on their way, Lucifer stepped out of the hotel.

Only to be halted by something wrapping around his waist. He glanced down at what appeared to be a shadow about the thickness of a vine. Now, where had that come from?

"Now, now, your Majesty, that won't do."

Ah, yes. Of course, it was one of Alastor's shadow tentacle things.

"Oi! Put me down!" The blond protested as he was picked up and then deposited on one of the second floor balconies.

Alastor didn't bother looking back at him. His tone was that of a parent talking to a particularly petulant child as he ordered, "Why don't you stay up there for a bit? There's really no need for you to get involved."

Lucifer had half a mind to take not just the goons out, but Alastor as well, but ultimately decided to let the Radio Demon have his fun. Besides, he was looking a little peckish lately. "Just leave one alive so they can tell their boss to back off!"

Down below, Charlie chimed in with, "Or we could leave all of them alive?"

Alastor near cackled as he grew in size, the invaders suddenly realizing they were in serious danger and attempting to make a run for it. Shadow creatures began to rise out of the ground, breaking off their get away. "Nonesense!" Alastor disagreed cheerfully. "Everyone mysteriously disappearing is a much more delicious way of keeping people on their feet!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. Oh, he bet it was 'delicious.'

A noise behind him drew his attention. Lucifer looked over his shoulder, finding himself eye to eye with a wolf demon he'd never seen a day in his life. Especially not one that had no business sneaking into the hotel with a knife he was clearly intending to use.

They started at each other for a long moment. The guy must have been an idiot, because he apparently decided he wanted to take his chances and attempt to stab the King of Hell himself.

Lucifer reached up, fully intending to catch the blade. Under normal circumstances, weapons made in Hell couldn't hurt him and would have just shattered on contact.

But this blade wasn't just an ordinary blade made it Hell. Lucifer realized it must have been made from Angelic Steel when the knife cut straight through his hand like a hot knife through butter. He winced, despite himself. Somehow, he'd forgotten how much that could hurt.

The wolf demon made the mistake of not pressing his advantage, seeming to think that the pain of something as simple as a knife through the hand would be enough to make the first being to ever lead a rebellion against a real army to pause. Oh no, all it did was infuriate him.

Lucifer pressed his hand down the knife further, allowing him to take hold of the hilt. The demon's grip went slack with shock, allowing the blond to wretch it out of his hand. With his good hand, Lucifer yanked the offensive object out, carelessly tossing it onto one of the other neighboring balconies, where it would be of little use during this battle and could be retrieved later. "Oh, that was a very poor decision." Giving no quarter, he darted forward to wrap his hand around the demon's throat, wings flapping to give him the hieght to do so. "Tell me why you're up here, before I decide to be rid of you regardless."

The wolf grunted, hands clawing uselessly at his arm. He managed to choke out, "Like we said: we're just here to send a message."

Lucifer looked down at where Alastor was rounding up the last couple of stragglers, tossing a third into his mouth. The little nervous demon from before appeared to have peed himself from fright. The seraphim turned back to his captive. Something told him that those boo zoos were a mere distraction and this was the real leader of the group. Shaking him a little, Lucifer demanded, "Who sent you?"

A sneer came in response. "We're just for hire. We get a call and we do the job, no questions asked."

Lucifer realized he wasn't going to get anything of use out of this guy. And since he was likely the only real threat of the group, the blond didn't feel comfortable letting him be the return messenger.

A beat of his wings had them air born, bringing them to hover over Alastor, who's ears perked up as he realized he was about to get another morsel. "Whelp, in that case, it sounds like you're useless to me. Guess I'll just hand you over to the Alastor--"

"W-wait!" The wolf demon frantically choked out, "Isn't this p-place for s-second chances! Your d-daughter believes in that s-shit, doesn't she?"

Lucifer's eyes narrowed. "You're right. My daughter does have a gift for seeing the best in people, even when there isn't any. But me? My curse is that I'm damned to always see the worst in all of you." Between one blink to the next, he let his form bleed into it's most demonic, hellfire igniting and his broken halo taking form as the true crown of Hell manifested. His True Eyes opened along his coat, Seeing right through this worthless soul and all of his sins. "Tell me, honestly, do you regret, even a little, for pushing Elizabeth in front of that train? Did you care in the least that her husband only had a handful of voicemails to remember her voice by? That her son grew up without any memories of his own mother?"

The wolf demon gasped for breathe, eyes wild. "The- the reporter? I had to kill her." He squirmed and yanked to no avail, Lucifer's hand like steel around his neck. Frantically, he added, "She was no-no one! She- she was going to ruin everything!"

Lucifer sneered. "Wrong answer."

Without hesitation, he opened his fist. The wolf demon shrieked as he fell, the shrill sound abruptly cutting off as Alastor closed his mouth around his treat.

The nervous little demon, perhaps smarter than they gave him credit for, took advantage of the distraction to make his get away. Alastor let him in favor of watching his king, eyes alight and calculating.

Lucifer hovered above him, every one of his eyes trained on the sinner below him. He realized that while he had seen Alastor in his full eldritch form during their first meeting, this would be the first time Alastor was seeing him in his own full demonic form.

Alastor, like in every aspect of his life, neither blinked nor cowered. He brought up a hand, the motion that puppet slowness he'd showed when Lucifer had manifested the pair of deer ears. He brought it up until it hovered just below the Devil's feet.

Lucifer squinted at him, not trusting that if he let himself land in Alastor's hand, the latter wouldn't just drop him out of spite.

He never found out either way, as he became distracted by Charlie's alarmed shout of "Oh my goodness, Dad!"

Alarmed, Lucifer spun around, his demonic features melting away into his normal appearance. "Charlie? What's wrong?" He came down to land in front of her, reaching out to make certain nothing had gotten past them to hurt her. "Are you okay?"

Charlie grabbed onto his hand, causing him to wince. Horrified, she cried out, "Forget me! Your hand is hurt." She hissed as she assessed the full extent of the damage. "Oh shit, it went all the way through!" She twisted around to shout back at the other behind her. "Vaggie! Bandages!"

Lucifer held up his free hand. "It's fine, sweetie, really. It'll heal up in no time. Really, I'd be more worried about any survivors. Alastor is way too enthusiastic for a guard dog." He glanced over his shoulder at Alastor, who had shrunk down to his normal size. Lucifer caught a glimpse of a gold coated tongue past the the hand the red head had up to his mouth. Lucifer found himself reassessing if Alastor had been offering him a hand after all or if he had just been taking the opportunity to get another taste of angel blood.

Judging by the pleased look on the deer demon's face, and the fact that he was letting 'guard dog' comment slide, it was most likely the latter.

And this was why Lucifer had trust issues when it came to this little shit.

Charlie tugged him towards the inside of the hotel, saying something about bandaging his hand. He was forced to break eye contact with his rival or keep his daughter from carrying on with his fretting. Really, it was all too much. It would take longer than the usual for injury to heal - the scar would barely be noticeable in a few days! - there was really no need for all this fussing! He even tried to say as such, which turned out to be a bad idea, because now Charlie was making sad eyes at him and really he was just going to be quiet and let her do her thing because it was so much better than her crying.

In the mess of the clean-up, Lucifer completely forgot about the angelic blade.

tbc

Part 5

[adreamoverlife]

Good news for insane people who like q!french (me)

[darkpoisonouslove]

I just realized I have created two very interesting side characters... And I can't talk about them yet because it's spoilers. Not only that but I now want to explore them more in the story, which is just me asking for trouble. I don't need any more chapters but the antagonistic relationship between these two is actually comparable to the problems between Griffin and Valtor on a certain level so now I do feel compelled to at least think more in-depth about them.

[not-mary-sue]

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[ancientmyrddin]

doing 1st run editing on fne (may change to See No Evil?) because i did decide to split it into two parts, with the second being primarily from Lark's perspective

[kateis-cakeis]

I think the current merthur fic Im writing is gonna either be my 2nd longest fic, or it's gonna become my longest and I don't know how I got here

[submattsmxmmy]

roughdom!stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader

🖤 content warning: smut, stepsibling kink, daddy kink, mentions of porn, posessiveness, praise/degradation, biting, kinda risky, unprotected rough sex

🖤 summary: your stepbrother, chris, gets jealous when he sees you flirting with another man - and not just any man, but one who's nothing like him.

hiiii it's me, @ariestrxsh. if you don't fw the stepcest shit, then idk what to tell you. lmao. don't read this shit. sorry mom, sorry god, and sorry chris sturniolo, if you ever see this deranged, god-forsaken piece of writing.

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chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

The sun was beginning to descend below the horizon line as Chris turned down his street, indie music playing softly through his speakers.

He didn't think much of the old, beige sedan sitting in the driveway when he got home, except for being slightly annoyed that it was in his spot. He figured you had a girlfriend staying the night who didn't know he always parked there or something.

He let out an agitated sigh as he pulled up beside the curb and cut the engine. He made his way up the driveway with a basketball under his arm and his t-shirt clinging to his sweat-covered chest.

He turned the knob and stepped inside. He cracked a subtle smirk at the sound of your laugh, a noise that once would have made him roll his eyes. He hated that you were secretly growing on him - or maybe he liked it. He wasn't completely sure yet.

The smile on his face faded quickly when he heard a second voice - a man's voice. He quickly made his way into the kitchen, envy already brewing inside of him.

He burst through the door to find you sitting across from a dark-haired boy, batting your lashes and twirling your hair around your finger as you thoughtlessly giggled at every word he said. You jumped as if you were doing something wrong when your eyes flew up and noticed Chris.

You took note of his flushed, pink cheeks, his tired, blue eyes, and his sweaty brown hair sticking to his forehead. You adored the way he looked when he'd just finished up playing basketball or working out, but you didn't let your glance linger for long.

"Hi, Chris," you casually mumbled before turning your attention back to the boy sitting across from you. "Hey. What's up? I'm Josh," the man said, getting up from his chair and extending a hand for Chris to shake.

"You parked in my spot," Chris shot back, peering down at Josh's hand with a look of contempt and silently rejecting his polite gesture.

"Sorry. You'll have to excuse my stepbrother. No one ever taught him manners or how to use the bathroom without getting piss on the toilet seat," you remarked in a snide tone as Chris pushed past him.

"So, uh, what do you think?" Josh asked, redirecting you back to what you two were talking about before Chris interrupted. "I love all your ideas," you giggled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and licking your lips as you looked at Josh.

The boy across from you may have been oblivious to your flirtatious demeanor, but Chris clocked it right away. "God, could ya be any more fuckin' desperate?" Chris mumbled under his breath as he swung open the door of the fridge.

"What was that?" You wondered, stopping your conversation and turning your attention to your stepbrother who wasn't taking the hint that you wanted to be left alone with Josh, or so you thought.

He actually was getting the hint. He was just blatantly ignoring it.

"I said, what're ya guys workin' on?" Chris asked, but it wasn't so much that he was genuinely curious as much as he was trying to figure out how much longer he was going to have to endure the jealousy of watching you pathetically throw yourself at another man.

"We're working on building our argument for our debate class. We were all paired off, given a controversial topic, and we have to present our arguments next week to the opposing side," you responded, fidgeting with your pencil.

"What's the controversial topic?" Chris asked, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. He loved contentious subjects and arguing. "The subject is pornography and whether it's pro or anti-feminist," you replied.

"Oh, yeah?" Chris asked, the topic piquing his interest. "What's your argument, kid?" Chris asked, cracking open a can of Pepsi and leaning against the counter. He was eager to hear your take on the subject.

"Our argument is that it's anti-feminist. It prioritizes male pleasure, gives unhealthy and unrealistic expectations about sex, and it's just overall degrading and exploitative," you casually stated, shrugging your shoulders. Chris scoffed. "Isn't that kinda sexist of you to say?" He shot back, sipping from his Pepsi can.

"What are you talking about?" You huffed back, crossing your arms and glaring in his direction. "Well, isn't it kind of infantalizing to assume that any woman who is in the porn industry is only doin' it because she's bein' exploited? Why can't a woman just become a porn star because she wants to?" Chris asked, sounding rather genuine.

You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to combat Chris' argument. "And what about the girls who like bein' degraded? What about the girls who like watchin' shit like that?" He added.

"What's your point, Chris?" You scoffed. "It's anti-feminist for you to assume that porn only exists for male pleasure when women probably get off to it just as much," Chris stated a valid point before taking a sip of his soda.

"Whatever, Chris. You wouldn't know feminism if it sat on your face," you rolled your eyes, dismissing his comments. "What? You tellin' me you've never gotten off to that shit? Maybe even the rough stuff?" Chris snarked, deviously grinning at you, his eyes scanning you up and down as if he were calculating the exact categories you were into.

Your stare grew wide, and your cheeks grew hot. You couldn't believe Chris was putting you in this position in front of your classmate you were secretly crushing on.

Josh sat quietly, wide-eyed and mouth agape as he listened to the two of you bicker back and forth, astonished that step siblings felt so comfortable talking to each other about hardcore porn.

"Chris! I-," you started to say, but your breath hitched in your throat. "I'm not saying- Look, Chris. We were given a topic and told which side we had to argue for. That's the key to being good at debate, is being able to argue both sides regardless of how you personally feel about the subject. My thoughts on it are completely irrelevant."

"Right, but don't you have to really believe what you're saying to be good at arguing your side? You know my room's right next to yours, right?" Chris shot back, insinuating he knew something. His lips curled into a sadistic smile, knowing he was humiliating you. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

"Chris, can I talk to you in private?" You narrowed your gaze at him. "Yeah, sure. Whatever," he scoffed and rolled his gorgeous, blue eyes.

You excused yourself, and you and Chris headed upstairs. You led him into your bedroom, and you shut the door behind the two of you before you whipped around and glared at him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You sternly questioned him. "What the fuck do ya think you're doin'? That guy?" Chris blurted out, surprised that you'd be into such a docile man.

"What? He's a nice guy," you defended Josh. "You don't want a nice guy," Chris chuckled, giving you a dark smirk. "You don't know what I want," you replied. "Sure, I do. I think I know whatcha want better than you do," he cooed, reaching up and softly running his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Chris. I really like him. Please don't embarrass me in front of him," you whispered, giving Chris a somber look. "You'd get bored of him. Bet he could never fuck you as good as I do," Chris purred, stepping closer to you and studying your expression.

"Are you.. jealous?" You wondered, a satisfied grin spreading across your lips. "No," Chris sneered. "Of course I'm not jealous. I just know what ya need better than anyone else." Chris firmly grabbed your jaw and pinned you between the door and his body.

"Chris -" you started to retort, but he cut you off by pressing his lips into yours. You softly moaned into his mouth as his free hand flew to his waistband, pulling his cock free from his shorts.

You immediately felt all your willpower to stop him leave your body, and you relaxed into his kiss. You felt his drooling tip brush against the inside of your thigh as he hiked up your skirt and roughly pulled your panties to the side.

You felt the cool air rush over your exposed heat while Chris ran the head of his cock along your sensitive clit. You shuddered at the sensation. As he slipped it into your entrance, he bit down on the soft flesh of your bottom lip, leaving it swollen and bruised as he slowly pulled away.

"Awh, she's so happy to see me," Chris cooed, smirking up at you as he sunk his length all the way in, feeling the way you stretched around him.

"She thought she was gonna have to settle for that loser downstairs, huh? Don't worry, baby. Daddy's home now," Chris grunted, jerking his hips forward and starting to pump in and out of you at a rough pace as you hooked one leg around his waist.

You threw your head back, and a soft thump sounded as you made contact with the door behind you. A loud moan escaped your lips at the way Chris spoke to you coupled with the way he brutally pounded into you.

He thought about covering your mouth, but a sly smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he imagined the boy downstairs, possibly hearing the two of you. "Can't stay quiet, huh? Is my dick really that good or do ya just really want Josh to know how good I'm fuckin' ya?" Chris chuckled into your ear.

Your eyes rolled back, and a subtle smile crept into your expression. You were too fucked out to even answer him.

"Be a good girl and take it," Chris groaned, leaning in and latching onto your neck. The faint, sweet smell of his natural musk filled your senses, heightening every touch. He began suckling on the soft skin above your collar bone, listening to the pretty sounds that fell from your tender lips.

His fingertips dug into your sides, leaving red prints on your flesh through the fabric of your clothing. You couldn't get enough of the way he manhandled you, the way he touched, licked, and bit at you like it was all that you were good for, marking you up with his perfect teeth while he pounded away.

"You're gonna leave a bruise," you weakly told him, but you said it as more of a lustful observation than a warning or a request for him to let up. You secretly liked the idea of him claiming you as with a hickey in such a visible place, knowing you'd have to hide it from Josh when you got back downstairs.

"That's not the only thing I'm gonna leave bruised," Chris teased you, talking into the crook of your neck. You could already feel the knot forming in the pit of your stomach, a testament to the effect Chris had on you.

Your hands were draped around the back of his neck, clawing at his t-shirt as your legs grew weak. "Daaaddy," your quiet voice trembled like you were talking while driving over a cattleguard due to how mercilessly Chris was fucking you.

"What was that?" Chris inquired through his breathlessness, slowing down his thrusts. "No, no. Please don't stop," you begged through your panting. "Then tell me what you said," Chris murmured, his intense blue eyes locked on yours.

"Nothing," you whispered, feeling your face grow hot from letting that word slip out. You knew you'd never hear the end of it.

"Mhmm. Sure," Chris smirked and narrowed his gaze at you before he went back to his fast, hard movements, bottoming out with every stroke. It didnt take long before you picked up right where you left off, your stomach doing twists and turns as Chris rearranged your guts with his unrelenting cock.

He was going at it so hard that the door was jiggling against the frame and making a sound as if someone was trying to repeatedly open it. Your body started shaking uncontrollably at the whole situation and how Chris didn't care that you had company sitting at the kitchen table. He was going to take you however and whenever he wanted.

"Be a good girl and cum all over daddy's cock," Chris cooed, feeling you begin to rhythmically clench around him. You were fighting for your life, biting back the sensual sounds that desperately wanted to make themselves known as your orgasm tore through you.

The feeling of you finishing onto him caused a ripple effect. His length twitched inside of you, filling you up with his white, sticky cum as he moaned into your ear. He followed it up with a faint chuckle, his breath tickling your neck as he found amusement in how easily you always gave into him.

He pulled himself out of you, leaving his seed leaking onto the inside of your thigh as he did so. "Such a fuckin' slut," Chris teased.

"Okay, don't keep your prude boyfriend waiting too much longer or else he might start suspecting something," Chris winked at you, keeping his voice low. You took a few deep breaths. You tugged down the hem of your skirt, smoothing out the fabric to conceal the mess Chris had made between your legs.

"Chris. Can you please just give me and Josh some privacy while we work on our project?" You asked, considering that was the whole reason you'd asked to talk to him in the first place.

"I'll keep my mouth shut, but I'm not leaving you alone with some other guy. Not a fuckin' chance," Chris answered, his voice thick with jealousy as he bore into your stare with his own.

You spun around, cleared your throat, and popped open the door. Chris delivered a harsh smack on your ass as you stepped out into the hallway. You let out a small squeal and swatted his hand away with your own, but you otherwise ignored his gesture.

The two of you descended the stairs. Chris made his way back over to the fridge to poke around for something to eat. You draped a thick strand of your hair over the red spot on your neck and sucked in your swollen lip as you sat back down across from your classmate.

"Sorry about that. My stepbrother won't be bothering us anymore," you calmly said. "How'd you get him to do that?" Josh asked, furrowing his brow at how quiet Chris was now compared to how loud-mouthed and obnoxious he was being ten minutes ago.

"I have my ways," you replied through a subtle smirk.

(guys don't worry I'll do a part five 💖)

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✭INFAMOUS UPDATE IS HERE ✭

238K -> 457K WORDS

Please read this post before playing! It's finally here! After five months of writing and rewriting and salvaging and crying and sweating and bleeding I finally finished sort of kind of! Firstly, I want to thank you for your patience and understanding over this duration of this rewrite. It was stressful at times but I'm happy with the end result and I hope everyone else will be too :)

This will be the last chapter I release without beta testers/other sets of eyes so expect errors. I can playtest until my fingers turn blue but I'm just one person </3 I'm bound to have missed stuff.

Please let me know of errors! I tested it a few times with no problems but we know how it goes lol

IN THIS CHAPTER THREE UPDATE:

drama

mayhem

chaos

some betrayal

some surprises

just...read it lmao

PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 2 CHANGES:

**chapter two was too large of a file to upload on dd so I had to split it last minute and I uhhhh dont know how that translates in the demo but it should work lol please let me know if its wonky!**

fixed up grammatical errors and typos

expanded some scenes and added some more choices

you can now choose that your mc has "changed" in some way (drinking, no longer drinking, partier, no longer a partier, negative, positive, attached, detached, or a general default. I was asked to add an MC who "gets around" or hookups a lot but I'm still debating on whether I'll add that since there's already quite a bit lolol)

you can choose to have changed your band's genre before/after seven

TECHNICAL CHANGES:

you will be able to explicitly state your sexuality in the beginning. this was a big ask and I apologize for not doing it earlier! I wasn't good at coding when I started and I knew I always wanted to make the genders separate from MC's sexuality but I didn't know how to do that at the start :) So you can still choose the genders of the ROs for story purposes and variety. IF YOU DO NOT SEE ROMANCE OPTIONS THAT IS NOT A BUG. You simply chose a RO gender that doesn't correlate with the sexuality you chose for your MC. Having said that, if you do see a romance option available and it's not supposed to be there please let me know! That means I may have missed it coding-wise.

the stats have been all fixed! I've added all the necessary variables and such. The stat portion of the game has been updated with the appropriate pages but they're not finished. Still, the stats should be fine.

You will now have confessionals in the stat page! The feature still isn't a thing yet because I haven't come up with the confessionals lolol but you can click on it to see what it's about. Essentially, as you progress through the story you will be able to see confessionals from the cast of Infamous throughout. They disappear and appear periodically so if you miss it, THAT'S IT! You won't get a chance to see them again until MC watches an episode where it's relevant.

There is now a: Discography page, Infamous wiki, botb cast and staff page, and other characters page for organization. Those are not finished but they're there!

I changed a few stat names but their functions remain the same.

You will be able to choose how you would like to be described (masculine, feminine, neither, both).

O is officially gender-selectable.

You can set the genders of the ROs at the start or wait till you meet them.

PLAY HERE

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as i wait for @silmarillisms to wake up, i have written an entire page on "glowing west" which i personally say is a massive point for me.

[milkoomi]

how to study effectively. ᥫ᭡

sometimes we get caught up in trying to memorize all the material rather than study and learn the material. we also may come to realize that the way we currently “study” isn’t actually studying at all. i’ve fallen into this way of studying, but i’ve learned some really helpful tips and tricks to make sure that i actually learn and understand the material and get it to stick rather than memorize it just to forget everything later.

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — incorporate study methods

there’s a variety of different study methods that have been proven to truly help students learn the material and have productive study sessions.

some study methods:

active recall - retrieving information from your memory

some active recall techniques include…

practice tests/questions

flashcards

summary sheets

teaching others/Feynman Technique (more on this later)

take notes with questions related to the topics

whiteboard recall: write down what it is that you’re learning on a whiteboard while using as little words as possible; summarizing

record yourself explaining the material & listen back to it, be sure to make note of what you missed in your recording

blurting method (more on this later)

eat the frog - completing the most difficult task first

how to eat the frog…

start by identifying your most difficult task. whether it’s a chapter you’re struggling with the most or an assignment that might take you longer to complete.

finish that hardest task first. focus on it, understand it, complete it, and get it out of the way before reviewing any other chapters/topics.

make sure you have a full grasp on whatever it is that you’re studying before moving onto something easier!

pomodoro method - working for a set amount of take & taking breaks in increments

25 minutes of working/studying , 5 minute break

50 minutes of working/studying , 10 minute break

set timers for both the time you study & the time you take a break!

the two options i provided don’t have to be what you decide to do! choose whatever time limits you want and will work best for you!

feynman technique - teaching others the material

how it works…

start by choosing what material you want to teach to someone else (that ‘someone else’ doesn’t have to be a real person! honestly, if my cats were all sitting somewhere or near me, i’d pretend my cats were my ‘students’!)

without reviewing your notes and going based off your memory, begin your “lecture”

fill in any gaps in your memory by going back to your notes and make note of what you’re struggling to recall/teach so that you can review it again later

remember to keep your “lectures”/explanations simple! as a medical student myself, i try to stay away from using medical terminology so that my “students” can also understand. reteaching the material in layman’s terms will also help you better understand the material!

blurting method - an active recall technique

how it works…

start by reading through your notes, textbook/lecture slides, etc. & try to remember all that you’ve read

once you feel like you’ve got all the information in your head (or as much as you can! don’t feel like you have to memorize it all!) close your notes, textbooks, lecture slides, etc.

on a separate sheet of paper or a whiteboard or anything that you can write on, write down everything you remember from what you just read and reviewed

after, review what you blurted out onto that separate sheet of paper and reopen your notes/textbook/etc. & see what you might have missed and note what it is that you still need to work on

୨ৎ — work in a beneficial environment

they key point here is that where you decide to study needs to be beneficial for you. meaning that your environment needs to be an area where you feel like you can study and work at your full potential. if you need a quiet place, maybe you might want to go to a library. if you need a brighter study environment, maybe you need to open up your curtains & blinds to let sunlight in or you need significant overhead lighting. if you need something more calming in your environment, maybe you might want to have soft and calming background music playing and maybe a nicely scented candle lit with dimmed lights.

figure out what it is that you need to study productively without any distractions and without the feeling of discomfort. your study space should allow you to focus completely!

୨ৎ — study groups

study groups are extremely helpful! i’m usually one who wishes to work independently, but recently i’ve been connecting with my classmates to form study groups and have a session together! i’ve found it to be extremely beneficial and i thank the study groups i’ve been in for my success during the semester!

you don’t have to work in a big group! most times i worked with 1-2 other people, and that was enough for me! study groups allow you to share your own study techniques with others while also learning some new strategies yourself. it also helps to have someone who’s also learning the same material so that you guys can quiz each other or incorporate that teaching method with one another. also, having others there to study with might also give you some more insight on different topics! you might be struggling with one topic, but whoever you’re studying with might be close to mastering it and vice versa! as a group, you can review and share notes and helpful tips & tricks!

୨ৎ — other resources

i want to share a few posts that i, and others, have created that i feel might help with studying effectively!

my posts:

stop procrastinating: school edition

this post is pretty self-explanatory from the title, but i just go over a few things that help to get rid of that procrastination habit!

coming out of academic burn out

i feel like this is an important post to mention because studying can cause a lot of stress and lead to burn out! i highly recommend reading this to help prevent that from happening for you!

my personal study methods

i posted this earlier this month, and while i believe my study methods will be changing for my incoming spring semester, i feel like this would still be helpful to look at! it might give you some insight on how others might study and their successes with their methods!

other bloggers’ posts:

posts by @glowettee —

preparing for next semester series

one of my wonderful mutuals, mindy, has created a series on preparing for a new semester! it’s a great series filled with really great information from school supply guides to note taking secrets! definitely recommend this series for those who are still preparing for the new semester!

executing your comeback plan

this is a post from another one of mindy’s amazing series about getting yourself back up from a bad grade (because that does happen, and god this series was so helpful and reassuring!) this post that i linked specifically talks about getting back into the grind and provides really helpful tips!

posts by @glowup-princess —

how to study like hermione granger

i’m personally a huge Harry Potter fan, so this one caught my eye when i saw it on my dashboard (and honestly, i’ve always admired hermione for her educational prowess) so if you need something inspiring, then this is it! lila’s also got other posts similar to this one on her page inspired by other iconic it-girls in the academic world!

how to romanticize study

we all want to romanticize our lives in one way or another, and so why not start by romanticizing your studies? this is a great post with helpful tips on how to do so!

youtube videos/podcasts:

how to study effectively - The Zach Highley Show

study tips that got me through pre-med, mcat, and phd in immunology - GinnythePoooh

become a top 1% student - StudyToSuccess

୨ৎ — final notes

this is one of my lengthier posts, and if you read through it all: 1. thank you so very much for reading! i really appreciate it! and 2. i hope this helps you in your studies! i know we all want to be the best students we can be and receive high grades and achieve great things in our academic careers. it’s important to stay motivated and to have confidence in yourself! you will succeed in your schooling, i just hope you remember to believe that for yourself!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

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AE-REVENGE CHAPTER ONE - MY FAMILY

- Karina Smut, Feat Eunha, Cameo Ning.

Writer's Note : "A masterpiece. A densely packed box of sex, drama and filth. A taboo romantic sonet!" That's how I guess some reviewer from big magazine would review this smut. Kekeke, here is the very first chapter of my Aespa Vengeance series. ENJOY IT, MY BEST WRITING TO DATE!

Tag : (FULL CON story), Mention of NON CON, Cheating, EX, Toxic Relationship, Pregnancy, Breeding, Milk Kink, Betrayal, Usual all three holes getting fucked, Degradation, Punishment, Mental and Physical breakdown, Piss Kink, Revenge, Parenthood, Children Exposure to Sex, Family Drama, Ulterior Motive, Cumdump, Abuse, Titfuck, Love and more...

Warning : Pure smut story. Don't ask for morality here to appear like a saint. Saints don't come to read smut kekeke.

Word Count : 8,300 word of nonstop filth.

Next Episode : Going to be about Ningning. But I have no draft about how it's going to be. So you can send your filty ideas on how she should get fucked. Read to the end for understanding the story flow!

A luxurious car stopped in front of my privately owned clinic, it's afternoon past 3 PM. I have made quite a fame and fortune as a young, rising and successful gynecologist. Today my highly esteemed patient has just arrived, waiting for her for an hour despite me having no job coming to my chamber at this hour today. I can see her attractive slim figure swaying from my chamber's window on the 2nd floor, sipping on a big cup of coffee.

Mrs. Park or should I rather introduce herself in her real name Jimin, is coming to visit me according to her appointment. Her milky white body is covered with a luxurious contrasting black Prada outfit, with a low cut neck displaying the canyon of her ample boobs. Her wavy hairs are draping on her shoulder, her hip swaying from her cat walking wearing expensive high heels. A 4 years old boy, named after his father Park Jr aka Little Park grabbing her hand and coming along. Pretty excited, you can tell from the way he is walking.

Soon after my assistant doc Ms Eunha, a sexy and busty young lady showed them to my chamber. I greet them warmly, “Welcome Mrs. Park, I hope you had no trouble coming all the way here to my humble abode. I hope lil Park here and everyone else are doing well at your home.” I show her the chairs to sit on. “How are you doing son? Having any ailments lately?” I ask him playfully, though he doesn't answer. Grabbing his mom’s hand even after sitting on the chair.

“Calling a multi million dollar cutting edge clinic a humble abode is really befitting you.” She scoofs with a smirk, and didn't answer my first question purposely. She is still such a fiesty one! “Hahaha, excuse my poor humor. Working overtime for my patients has left me rather dry inside. I hope I can have some rejuvenating experience today.” I look at her with a spark, her eyes locked on mine. She takes a deep breath.

My sexy assistant comes inside with a press of my bell, her assets bouncing with every step. “Please bring two iced americano and a big mug of chocolate milk for dear lil Park here.” I know the exact drink she would love at this hour. “You are already having coffee, why bring tea then?” She asks knowing the answer, what a tease! “There is no harm keeping my energy bar and fluid level topped, who knows I may have to deplete them both soon!” I tease back, her innocent acting is amusing.

She bites her lower lips then looks outside the window. Her side profile has gotten sharper, more well defined. Her cleavage looks delicious, her big boobs have grown even bigger from lactation. She is still breastfeeding her boy. She is many things but a good mom without any question. The drinks arrive, we start sipping without any exchange. She calms down a little, maybe the old custom has eased her nerves a little bit.

“Itt delis umma!” Little Park says to her excitedly, his baby talk is so adorable. “Slowly, why are you letting the milk drip on your shirt?” With a little scolding but affectionate voice Jimin says to him, her hand busy wiping a few droplets of milk from his shirt. I hand her a tissue, “Use it.” “Thanks,” she takes it without even looking at me. “It's ok son, I used to drop drinks on shirts like you too. It's no wonder you have the same habit.” I assure little Park as lovingly as I can.

Jimin turns her head swiftly, her sharp eyes staring at me as if trying to cut my voice with her gaze. Her lips are locked like a meep, an old habit of hers whenever she gets angry with someone. “O-Oh I am just saying it's a problem a lot of us face, hehe….” I panickingly answer, it would be such a waste if she leaves just for my slip of tongue. She rolls her eyes away from me and starts tending to her son’s shirt. Phew, she is not gonna leave.

Once we are done drinking the americano, she gives me haste, “Let's start the checkup doc. I am not here to see an old friend today, let's get this over with.” Her voice is way too cold, it's clear this line was rehearsed in her mind before. “Sure milady, your wish is my command!” I scoff, this line was something enough to get whatever I wanted once. Good ol days! She stays silent, I stand up and show her to the next door.

I ring the bell again, my assistant comes swaying her busty ass. “Please take care of lil Park while her mom is getting checked up. Go play with Miss here son, she’ll take good care of you.” Lil Park looks at his mom, not wanting to let her go. “Go with her baby, mom'll be back soon!” She pats and shows him off the chamber, my assistant takes him away. Most probably will take him to the canteen for food. “Shall we?” I opened the door for her. She silently enters, I follow behind.

The room is spacious with a Gyno Chair in the middle. That's where I take a satisfying look at my patients’ delicious pussy. If they are ill, I try my best to treat them. If they are completely fine, I still give them my best treatment. A little injection around their pussy and they can't even tell if it's my finger or cock doing the checkup. The little curtain in front of their face really helps. If they don't let me put that, then I put them to sleep and have some satisfying moments with them. Virgin, young, milf, dilf or granny I say no to anyone. “All pussy are equal” that's the unofficial motto of my clinic.

But the pussy in front of me is special, very special. I slap her booty with a loud smack, “Enjoying the good mama act, ain't ya?” “KYAAA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She hiss back, “JUST DO IT AND GET IT OVER. I AM NOT HERE FOR THE PLEASURE!” She reminds me, grabbing both of my hands with hers. “But pleasure is all I am here for. The pleasure of getting you back even for a few moments is driving me crazy!”

I overpower both of her hands and keep pushing her toward the wall, then pin both hands above her head with my left. “You are still like a kitten!” I remind my ex what I used to call her back in the day. My right hand gives her milking udders some rough squeeze, she responds with a moan. “Ahhh don't, milk will drench my clothes.” She protests though I knew that already.

My hands go for her crotch, her pussy is already wet, her panty soaking. “Look who is not here for pleasure yet her pussy is ready for all the fun!” I move the panty aside and insert my middle finger up in her pussy, fingering her g spot that I know very well. Cause it was I who found it for her. She bucks her hip backward, her head on my shoulder while my finger is busy pleasuring her with a surgeon’s precision. Once I am satisfied with her lubrication, I pull out.

I put my fingers in her mouth to taste, but she doesn't suck them. So I smear my hand around her tongue before grabbing her neck. I go for a french kiss, tasting her musky pre cum and tea smelling mouth is my forbidden pleasure. I let go of her hands then grab around her waist, my palm busy squeezing her tight butt cheeks. I am kissing her with such lust like I’ll eat her whole like a python. I break free from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths drops on her boobs. “S-STOP! JUST FUCK ME ALREADY! ARGH…” She begs me as she doesn't want to get hooked on her past lover.

I start undressing her. “Argh just fuck my pussy and get over it, don't have to undress!” She tries to fight back again. This time I snap. I pull and tear her panty in one go and then force it into her mouth. “If YOU don't stop protesting at everything then I'll tear your Prada dress like a beggar's rag so the world can know the country’s top industrialist Park’s wife is cheating with her ex behind his back!” I threaten her then get back to undress her.

Once her Prada dress is gone and I unhook her bra, her body is out like a sacred diva statue uncovered from a treasure box. Her milky white perfectly petite body hasn't aged. Her 34D busty saggy boobs have grown bigger, taut and plump full of milk. Her abdomen has gotten curvier after pregnancy and a little bit of fat here and there. She is still so stunning, the mommy transformation has only elevated her sexual appeal.

“You know I am not cheating!” She insists but I don't heed the obvious. I dig into her long neck, my soft bite and hungry kisses make horny Jimin grab onto my hair, she has started moaning from full arousal. I go lower on her big mommy boobs, milk spurting out from her saggy udders with each of my squeezes. I start sucking her nipples along areola one after another, while the other tit spurting milk, drenching my doctor attire. Her chest heaving, breath getting shallower.

Her milk is the sweetest thing I have ever drunk. It's the first time I am drinking my Jimin’s milk, my love’s tasty milk right from her udders. I bring both boobs together and start power sucking both nipples, my mouth getting full with sweet milk with every suction. “AH AHHH AH AHH STOP, LEAVE SOME FOR MY SON AHHH….” She is moaning. I suck a little more before letting her go. Her face is completely flushed seeing her past lover enjoying her breast milk.

I restrain myself for lil Park. Don't want the little boy to go hungry. I go lower again, her tummy has become curvier after pregnancy. Still it's well toned and soft like before. I keep kissing, my tongue darting inside her tiny round belly button, the salty taste making me go crazy. I go even lower and bury my face in her crotch. My nose between her wet pussy slit, at the entrance of her baby hole. The musky intoxicating smell of her wet pussy and sweat makes me go crazy.

I put my tongue in, the taste of her sweet pussy juice and salty sweat overwhelm my taste buds. I am slurping and licking her pussy clean like a possessed, my hands busy groping and getting a feel of her tight booty. I shove my finger in her asshole, fingering it to loosen for anal sex. She grabs my head again while grinding her pussy all over my face, smearing my face wet. No matter what act she puts on, once she gets horny she becomes a siren who stops at nothing.

“AHH AH AHHH AH FUCK IT. YOU ARE MAKING ME TOO HOT, F-FUCK! FUCK ME ALREADY YOU SHIT AHHH…..” I pull out my tongue and start fingering her hard and fast, I can see her pussy tightening around my finger. I use another hand to pinch her erected clit until she starts convulsing and cum gushing out, painting my face. I immediately latch on her pussy, a flood of her nectar making it sweet all the way in my food pipe. Be it milk or cum, everything about her is sweet. I suck and lick her pussy clean before french kissing her lower lips once again.

“Mmm, you are still so sweet Jimin. You are still fucking delicious after all this year!” I look at her face, that needy horny expression used to make me crazy back then. Her hands on my shoulder supported her body, still convulsing and knees inward. “I have given you your due Jimin, now pay me back mine!” She flinch, the fact I still followed our custom of making her cum before I can fuck her makes her expression soft, almost sad.

“I don't need your sympathy Jimin.” I say before going behind her swiftly to hide my face between the cave of her bubble butt. The faint smell of shit coming from her asshole. She still doesn't wet wipe her ass. “I-IT'S DIRTY DOWN THERE, S-STOP!” She tries to stop me but like before I replies, “I am enough to make you clean mommy!” Her hands grab my head yet again, caressing my hair almost like she acknowledges the fact I am still down bad for her like I was since day one. With my tongue and big licking I clean her asshole up, if it's Jimin's then I don't care about anything else.

I choke her neck, tight but not painful, then guide her to the Gyno Chair. I promptly made her sit on it, spread her legs apart and put them on the leg rests. Her peach shaped glistening brown labia and pink pussy hole in front of me once again. Remind me how she used to spread her legs for me, every single damn day. I tighten the strap around her legs, making sure she can't move. Then I go for her hands. “Just how many did you fuck on this chair? Your preparation looks quite elaborate.”

“THAT'S THE POINT JIMIN!” I hiss at her, “I have fucked so many bitch on this chair but nobody feel just right like you! You have broken me, you kept fucking me to the point that I can't fuck anyone else like you!” I pull the strap tightly around her wrist before I finish my words, above her head. Now her body properly secured for through fucking. She looks at me with her puppy eyes, lips locked. The anticipation of pussy invasion and lust sparkling in those eyes.

I don't wait anymore. I start rubbing her slits with my 6 inch cock, “Here I go!” and shove it all the way in. Her tummy arch forward but can't move much for the contraption. “AAAHH FUCK, TAKE IT SLOW!” I am all the way in, after 5 years I am back in her pussy, the pussy that rightfully belonged to me before that motherfucking bastard Park stole it. I pull out all the way except leaving the tip in. “SHUT UP YOU BETRAYING CUNT!” I shove with all my might, the tip is hitting her womb for good!

“ARGH, I-I AM NOT HERE F-FOR OLD STORY! W-WE B-BOTH KNOW I-I DIDN'T BETRAY Y-YOU! FUUUCK S-SLOW DOWN AAHH AAAAHH….” I am busy fucking her fast, as if to make up for the 5 years I have spent without her. She is feeling it hard, thanks to her cumming a little while ago. I go in for another kiss, I grab her head with one hand while the other is busy choking her. My tongue is busy tasting my Jimin, our tongue entangling like the very first kiss we shared.

I attack her boobs next, sucking the milk of one while the other is auto lactating, spurting with each of my thrust, drenching both her and me. Her pussy is clenching around my cock, her hands and legs are twisting to get out of the straps. “I-IT'S T-TOO MUCH, NNGG NNGG AUGG STOP G-GO SLOW AAAHH….” She is still protesting, how dare she! I grab and muffle her mouth with both and start slamming her pussy with all my might, bucking my hips like a piston going blurry.

MMPH MMFPH MMF MMP MMPH MPFH

Her muffled scream, milk squirting boobs, squirming body and squeezing pussy makes me so hot after a long time. A few more powerful thrusts and I can't hold back anymore, my balls clench painfully while I thrust as deep as I can to flood her womb with my cum. Making sure most of my cum goes in and coats her egg to make her pregnant once again.

I let go of her mouth, “ARGH ARGUGH HUHH AHH HAH...” She is moaning and gasping painfully from my rough thrusting. I lean on her, my head resting between the milky river of her wet boobs, tired. Getting her back after so long made me too agitated, so I ended up pushing myself into her too hard. My semen leaking out around her pussy, my cock still buried in her. I pull out, cum start gurgling out her lower lips. Blobs after blobs, I have cum so much into her, nothing stopping her from getting pregnant.

We both are busy catching our breaths. My hands auto wander to her face and boobs, getting a feel of my love Jimin. Feeling so satisfied fucking her again. Soon enough she regains her composure and says “O-Ok, we are done. Untie me.” She shakes her hands and legs to get my attention. I look at her like how a hunter looks at its hunt. Her creampied hole, sweaty, sexy naked body and fuck me nervous expression shows how vulnerable she is.

I laugh at her mockingly. I scoop a finger worth of my cum from her pussy and put it into her mouth, she sucks having no other option. “What’s the rush queen? We have just started the party.” I painfully claw her jaw, spit a big lump into her open mouth to give her a hint of what's coming next. “N-NO, you said you will impregnate me, like last time. That's it, I t-told you I am not here for pleasure!” I pinch and pull her nipples painfully, milk drenching my finger, “Shut the fuck up you fucking sow, I’ll fuck you until you can't stand straight. I’ll have my fill for your love tormenting me for the past 5 years!”

Yes, little Park is my bastard son. That prick Park never bred her in the first place. Rather, her family blackmailed him into this strategic marriage. Luring him into a one night stand and then forcing her to marry him for their benefits. I couldn't keep her to me, couldn’t save our love, not when I was nothing but a nameless, middle class, broke medical student. I had no value to her family, she abandoned me for her parents and that damn Park stole her from me. FUCK THESE DAMN HIGH SOCIETY BASTARDS, ALL OF THEM!

Back to the present, she is protesting to have sex any longer, I knew she would say something like that. This heartless bitch fucked me for one last time, making sure she gets pregnant and then got married. Never even broke up with me, but left me broken. Now she is back again, willingly. Why? A quick digging up and I found Park has dozens of mistresses and he actually loves no woman, but only their pussies. He is a cruel, ruthless criminal with an underworld connection.

Poor Jimin was afraid to have his baby. Meanwhile she already gave birth to my son, so she called me again all this year later to get bred. So I’ll grant her wish fucking her so much that she will start craving me once again, she must have to. Getting a second chance to have her as mine, I am not going to waste it. She will be mine, she has to be mine, I will make her mine, I will destroy everything if needed for that. I'll have this pussy for me everyday like I always had.

So I set my cock on her entrance again, ready to plunge in the depth of my desire. My eyes lock her, my lips lock her, my hip buck forward, my cock back into where it belongs and the rigorous motion of humping begins once again. Her muffled whisper and short breath encircled by my own mouth matching the rhythm of my cock pumping her pussy full of my seed.

Again and again, her shivering body and whimpering mouth from cumming makes me only hornier. I don't stop, even when she is riding her orgasm, making her eyes go white. Her boobs don't stop drenching both of us in our tight embrace. My cock now pumping out my very own cum out of her pussy. A wet, squelching sound of air escaping her pussy with every thrust engulfed the entirety of the chamber.

After a good 20 min of non stop pussy pumping and turning Jimin into a milk sogging, pussy squirting, body shaking, breath hitching mommy mess; I end up cumming again. I shove my cock ball deep and make sure every single drop of my cum fills her baby hole while her body squirms from overstimulation. I pull out, blob after blobs of my cum coming out of her breathing sore pussy, mixed with her own juice. “You are looking so exquisite! Just like you always did.” I whisper in her powerless ear, she just looking at me with lost eyes.

I open her leg straps, her limp legs just fall down like lead. Same goes for hands, she has zero ounce of energy left to move. I scoop her thoroughly used body in my embrace and safely put her on the bed next to the chair. I flip her over, her milking boob making the bed sheet wet. Her plump white ass invited me for more. Though she doesn't want to accept it. “Please, now let me go. It's getting late!” She begs weakly but I am not the one to listen. I slap both of her booty a few times, leaving a stark red print of hand.

Jimin hides her face against the pillow, muffling herself. “Shut up, I'll have the entirety of you no matter what.” I take some lube I prepared early and start applying it around and inside her asshole with my finger. She moans softly, getting aroused further. Then I smear my cock with a lot of lube to make sure she doesn't get hurt. Then I start rubbing my cock against her pink asshole. After a few moments of anticipation I guide the tip at her entrance and start pushing.

Her ass used to be tight when she was my plaything. But now it's so loose, clearly her delicious booty get fucked often. “What the fuck Jimin, doesn't that shit Park fuck your pussy?” I am now ball deep in her rectum, took a few hard thrust to get here. Jimin doesn't answer, she is biting the pillow now. Her hands going white cause how tightly she has gripped the pillow. “What a waste of this fine ass.” I slap her again, her body shakes from it. “You know it's so hard to get such a fine ass often.”

The furnace hot embrace of her ass makes me hard again. The viagra I took an hour before she arrived working like a charm. I pull mostly leaving my mushroom head in her butt and slam back. “AAACK OH AHH ARGH AHHN NNGH STOP PLEASE STOP THIS ARGGGH…” She cries out while keeping her bite on the pillow. I am having the time of my life claiming her ass once again, but at the price of her agonizing pain. The lube did make it slippery but no amount of lube can make anal fuck painless.

With every thrust her ass is getting stretched to it's limit. My crotch slapping her meaty bouncy ass loudly, the pleasant sound echoing around us. I am driving my hip like possessed, her deep voiced cry is only getting hoarse. I grab her tits and put my torso weight on my forearm, like an endless fountain she has drenched the entire bed under her boobs. My crotch is getting bounced back hitting her elastic butt. Oh how badly I missed pounding my Jimin's ass to oblivion!

After 10 min of nonstop invasion into Jimin's arse I start to feel like cumming again. She has started to feel like back in the days. I have flipped her over, her milking boobs are again making a mess soaking us both. My hand is now choking her neck, forcing a kiss with her whimpering mouth. The sweet smell of mommy milk is hovering in the air. My cock isn't stopping like it has its own mind. Jimin is now pissing herself with every thrust, soaking her and me with her yellow smelly waste.

Her orgasm hits her like a truck as she arches her back in the air, the sweet liquor of her pussy spurt out like a water jet. Milk, piss and cum combined with our sweating body entangled in this skin to skin position have made it such a steamy hot sex. I feel like cumming, but don't want to waste my baby making seeds. So I pull out and once again enter her pussy. I grab behind Jimin's head with both hands, then pull her head up close to my face. She is now sitting on my lap, my cock completely buried in her baby hole.

I am holding her head close to me like how kids hold a barbie doll. Her eyes upturned, mouth agape, breath shallow and hands gone limp again. Her tiny pretty face is now completely under my dominance. Her pussy clenching around my cock with every slow and short upward thrust, she is still orgasming hard. She has completely lost herself in lust and sex, panting from overstimulation. Her messy hair sticking on her sweaty face, I always loved when she looked like this. So lovely, so warm, so wet!

I go in for a kiss, sucking her tongue like a lollipop. Now I am thrusting slowly, trying to prolong this final session as long as I can. If only, if only I could fuck her like this for eternity! I stop sucking, my cock going ever so slowly into her like it's non existent. At last Jimin's eyes are back, looking at me eye to eye so intently. Our hot, short breath is mixing together in a harmony of longing and lust. “YOU ARE LOOKING SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!” I don't waste my chance to flirt with her.

I have force fucked hundreds of woman beside her. Being Park's wife she had her fair share of intercourse with many men, being gifted around for his monetary gain. But no women or men can satisfy us the way we can satisfy each other. After this evening, we have both found what we lost 5 years ago. That is we are meant to be each other's, we are far apart now but deep inside we are one! Like now, just how we are together connected with my cock plunged in her pussy.

“FUCKGH! You have bred me so hard!” She gasps for air, her sweaty face making me feel so horny again. “Even after a gangbang I didn't feel this spent, fuck you aaaahh!” She moan softly as she is trembling from getting fucked so hard for so long. “GANGBANG? What the hell Jimin, how many?” I asked her, surprised. I bury my face between her shoulder and face to give her long neck some well earned peck.

“12 honey…” She takes a short break to recally, “Park had a private party a year ago where he gifted me to foreign investors. They fucked me all night… Filled all my holes at the same time, but it still didn't feel as good as yours!” Ironically, her family wanted to give her some queen-like life, blackmailing a man who is richer than them just for their baby girl to get used like a cheap whore. Her parents must be very proud knowing their girl gets gangbanged, legally by the whim of her own husband.

I should be happy though, she is getting punished for her betrayal. But I can't, I am still so soft and caring for her. “Did it hurt too much?” I nudge my nose with hers, my forehead touching her, my hands cupping her face, my cock pistoning smoothly in her pussy. “I couldn't walk around for a week. Can't be helped taking two cocks in my pussy at the same time!” She smirks; it's full of humiliation, pain and a sense of guilt mixed with pleasure. “So you are now a slut huh?” I throw the humiliation to see what's in her mind.

“I am a mom first then a wife. Every moms are fucked somehow, it's just I come in a colorful package thanks to Park.” She is now riding my girth, her hands around my shoulder, her boobs jumping and slapping my face. “What a roundabout way to say you are a whore now!” I grab her ass cheeks and carry her weight, helping her spent body to ride me easily. “Says the doctor who rapes his patients. You have become a monster.” She spit on my face in a poor attempt at fighting back. I chuckle painfully, “We both have gotten corrupted. We lost our way when we lost each other!”

A sigh leaves her, with a lost kitty expression she presses her boobs on my face, sandwiching my nose and eyes between her warm cleavage. It's almost like trying to hide her regrets and pain of losing me. Both of my hands go for the back of her head. I move forward and gently put Jimin on her back. My hands holding her hip as I start pumping my cock with full force into her pussy one last time. She cries out, moaning so loudly like going to make me deaf. I rest my face between her boobs, her milk washing my face with each thrust.

“Give me some milk mommy, my throat got all dry,” I tease Jimin for some hydration with a baby voice. She is just busy moaning and doesn't reply to me but her hands obediently gather both of her nipples and press them together, inviting me to suck both at the same time. I lean forward, grab both boobies and start sucking both nipples at the same time. My mouth is getting overflowed with milks from both udders at the same time, I am literally struggling to gulp down all of it. As a result it's leaking out my mouth and soaking her further.

I have been edging myself for too long. My cock is throbbing too much to release. I let go of her boobs and hold her face, my lips locked in a hungry kiss as my hips go blur once again. “NNGH ANNGH ANGH NNGH AGGH AUGH NNUGH…” Jimin’s muffled struggling moan breaks my prostate dam as the river of my semen starts flooding her baby lake. Her already sticky pussy from previous creampies gets a new layer of cream as her pussy muffin is at last completely creampied. I pull out, cum start leaking out her holes, albeit not as thick as before.

I fell down on her heaving chest. Her sprawled out mommy titis are spurting milk with each and every convulse from her body. She is orgasming again, apparently my enthusiastic or rather crazy humping has pushed her over the edge again. Who knows how long we lied while curling each other. Jimin's head hiding in my chest, my now limp cock resting between her thigh gap. It's Jimin who breaks the silence, “I have to go now. It's getting pretty late. My boy must have gotten hungry.”

“Sigh, a betrayer of a lover, an overused bitch and a caring mom. You are an enigma Jimin.” I reversed our position, now she is on top of me, my cock still getting kissed by her pussy lips. I embrace her tightly, “Yet I don't want to let go of you. Please don't go, don't leave me alone again!” The plea in my voice is clear, I hate to show my weakness yet I can't hide my affection, the eternal longing for my one and only true love. “Don't make it harder for me. I must go.”

Jimin starts smooching my face all over, as if to make up for the absence of her in my life. My eyes, my lip, my nose; she doesn't leave any place empty. My cock, thanks to Viagra, started getting hard again. I am again humping my cock between her thigh, ready to fuck her again. Jimin's mouth go agape with surprise, “WHAT THE FUCK, HOW ARE YOU SO HARD AGAIN?” I smirk, “Let's do it again baby!” I tease her. “NO NO NO NO WAY, my boy waiting for his mom!”

Jimin gets up, wobbly from her breeding session. Her petite frame stumbles as she is struggling to stand still from sore holes. She strides on the floor and goes to collect her dresses and saliva soaked undies from the ground. My cum is visibly dripping out her pussy and going down her thighs. Her milky white cunty body, ample milk filled udders and bouncy supple ass shows why she is the best fuck out there. My sorry cock rise up again, my body want to fuck my Jimin yet again. I stood up and went to help her.

Jimin takes some tissues from the corner and starts wiping herself. She starts with her sweat and saliva filled face, then focuses her milk soaked torso and boobs. I give her a hand, start wiping her pussy and butt hole painted with my cum. Jimin stands patiently, it was one of our old rituals. It was always me who had to wipe her holes clean or else she would not dress up and sit naked with a pout on her face. So I gently cleaned her up, my cock throbbing once again.

“You are all cleaned up Jimin. Now clean me down there!” I point her to my crotch, my cock is still dirty and back to full erection. “I-its getting late, I can't do it anymore!” She begs, her face shows the honest inability of her situation. “Just blow it clean, just a few minutes.” I insist and push her down on her knees. She can hardly resist with her weak, almost limping body. I start rubbing my cock around her lips, a few hits around her face to tease her. “JUST LET ME SUCK ALREADY DAMN!” She gives me a warning glare.

How dare she be bitching with me! Getting angry I shove my cock all in reaching her throat. Forget blowjob, it's about time I facefuck this betrayer. Deepthroating never felt this good as I am making Jimin gag and choke on my length. Forget some cleaning, it's me who shall rearrange her glute with my brute cock. I got deluded from having sex with her after so long, but I really need to punish her for the past 5 years.

My cock fucking her glute now, her long neck bulging under my light grip. Her face is contorted, her breath getting ragged but the final act of her humiliation has to be more agonizing than this. I start choking her throat, making it clench around my invading cock. She tries to pull out, but I start slamming even deeper in her throat. In an attempt to breath she widen her mouth, now it's a sloppy face fuck as saliva and snot dripping on the floor together. Her eyes bulging, hands pushing on my thigh, but to no avail.

“ACK ACKKK AUGHH AGHH ACKGH AGH AGHKK ACK AUUGH SUGH ACK…” The painful sound escaping her mouth only getting hoarser after 5 min of relentless facefuck. I am pulling out to give her some air just to stuff all the way in again. Her boobs are spraying milk as expected, drenching my leg with each agonizing thrust. Her eyes watering and bulging out. Suits her, suits this sweet talking, pretty faced betrayer. “Take it down your lie spouting gullet for fucking around bitch!” I break the silence with my trash talk.

Suddenly the door behind me opens up, I look back over my shoulder and see nobody. I turn further and see our little Park standing there. Poor boy was sucking on a lollipop but now his mouth is open wide, hand going white as he is clenching the stick. He is visibly puzzled seeing how his mommy is busy sucking his daddy or rather doctor uncle’s pee pee while being completely naked. Any other parents would scramble to get dressed or hide their modesty. Unfortunately his dad is a nasty fucker so his mama getting forced to suck daddy cock is something he got to enjoy.

Jimin tries to pull out, her face pleading to stop this shameless orchestra but I press her head completely on my cock, my entire length is now into her throat and gullet. “Umma doin… waat?” Puzzled Park starts walking to his mom who is choking and retching, getting impaled by dad’s cock. “What are you doing here son? Where is your auntie Eunha?” I ask him, my hands keep Jimin’s head stable as I am busy face fucking her head with short but powerful thrusts. “AUGH AGHH ARGH AUGG AUGH AGHHH…” Jimin’s eyes close shut to escape such shame, mouth struggling with gag reflex.

That's good for nothing bitch Eunha, can't even handle a child for a few hours! Whatever, I am not stopping my sex for even my parents so my bastard son can wait. I pull out, letting Jimin answer her son. “AUGHH HAAA AH HAA HA… GO AWAY PARK… Umma is getting a little surgery and my throat hurts so appa I mean doctor uncle is injecting medicine down umma's throat go aw…” In one breathless breath she tries to convince park to go away. But I don't have time for such foolery, so down mommy Jimin’s throat I go!

Little Park is now sucking his lollipop copying the motion of my cock. Imitating how her mommy sucking daddy's lollipop. Jimin’s eyes tearing up seeing her boy losing his innocence, she is slapping my thigh and in her last attempt clench my balls to make me stop. “Ok ok, let's wrap it up.” I assure her and then start choking her neck like before, increasing the pressure around my cock. Then I give some all out all in thrust and end up cumming deep in her mouth. Jimin has no option but to drink all of it. Her eyes lock mine, her mouth obscenely bulged with my cock in it.

Little Park got hungry, him trying to drink mommy's spraying milk shows it clearly. Once I stop the hump, he sits between my legs and latch on mommy’s left areola, suckling like nothing happened. Jimin's hand presses her boy's head on her mommy udder in an attempt to stop him from seeing anything, her eyes locked with mine, pleading to me to do something about it. “If I pull out now then he will ask you to suck him later. Let Eunha come and take him, I am sure she is searching for Park.” I assure Jimin, my hand caressing her abused hoe head that sucked a lot of men so far.

Thinking about it, how my lover is sucking my milk while her son is sucking her milk makes me feel so hot. This is such a twisted family reunion. In my last act of humiliation, I try to open my bladder and try to piss straight down her food pipe, but it's taking an effort as I have just cummed. Jimin's eyes go wild, she is again glaring at me but with a frantic expression. “What? I can't keep it in anymore. Drink all of it or Park getting showered with daddy piss!” And this time I can open my bladder easily. My hot, yellowish, dehydrated from physical activity and smelly piss with semen mixed in it straight going down her food pipe.

Jimin's trying her best to drink my piss despite having a disgusted face. I grab her head and jaw to keep her head steady. Thinking how Park getting showered with piss won't turn out to be good, I am trying to piss slowly. My hip slowly pumps her mouth to enjoy some extra stimulation. Eunha suddenly appears from who knows where and immediately bow down saying, “I am sorry master… sir, an emergency patient came so I left him at my chamber. Came 5 min later and he was gone. I didn't think he would come back for his mom. Sorry for interrupting your intimacy sir!” She quickly pulls Park and lifts him up, “Let's go boy, I’ll let you suck mine,” and immediately leaves the room.

I let go all together, now piss starts gushing out her mouth and nose as she starts coughing violently. I pull out, letting her breath some badly needed air. “Y-YOU BASTARD AUGH AGGH AUGHH…” She tries to vomit but I choke her, “It’s your punishment for betrayal bitch. Throw up and I’ll lock you up for a week and rape you every day!” She looks at me with helpless tearing eyes, her lips trembling with an influx of emotion. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, “I love you and that's why letting you go. Or else…” I loudly slap her boobs a few times, leaving a few red marks around.

I threw her head back. I didn't notice early but she actually orgasmed and pissed herself when little Park was sucking her, maybe when I started to piss. Now she is sitting on her own piss, helpless and clueless on what to do. First I fucked her badly, tortured her on physical and mental level and now she can't even dress up getting soaked in piss. I collect her limp body and take her to the shower hidden behind this room and tell her to clean up. With a weird look she sees me, unable to understand how I can care for her and want to destroy her so much at the same time!

It takes Jimin 20 min or so to clean herself taking a shower. I mostly use that hidden bath to clean myself after taking special care of my patients. She calmly dresses herself, then goes out to my chamber and puts some light makeup on her face. She brought the hair dryer I had in the bath with her, using it to dry her hair. “Bring little Park here, I am going now.” Her face is cold and voice stoic as if nothing happened. What a drama queen! I lean and try to touch her cheek but she smacks it away. “YOUR CHECKUP IS OVER! Now I am just your patient and nothing else.”

“Heh, look at you acting so tough. Even a moment ago…” I can't finish, she stands and looks at me eyes to eyes, “That's our last. Do you really think I'll be back for more? I can have any number of men as I wish!” She looks stern, but the little tremble in her eyes tells me she doesn't mean it, she doesn't want to mean it. “Come back to me, my love! If you can have my childs, then those childs deserve their dad!” She scoffs, “Come back to YOU? A freaking doctor who rape his senseless patients?”

“You are no better YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!” I shout and squeeze her free hand, it goes white under my pressure. Her eyes tremble further, almost a droplet of water forming at the corner of those beady eyes. “At least I had no choice in anything! You? You do it willingly!” She hisses back with a low deep tone. “You had no choice? Bitch you FUCKING BETRAYED ME! You are getting used like a toy for that. I am… I am just lost without you!” I can't clearly tell her that once I lost her, I had no interest in any more relationships. My patients, my playthings are just a merry distraction!

A distraction from the pain that… that she isn't mine! That I can't see my son, that I could have a loving family… that… that they robbed me off. Now we are both broken! I let go of her hand. She put the dryer on my table and took a glimpse of herself in the decorational mirror I had in one corner. “Jimin, you aren't any better than me. Let's agree on that.” She doesn't look at me, ignoring me on purpose. “Divorce Park, I have connections in high places now. We can have our son's custody. Let's start ov…”

Suddenly Eunha came in as I pressed the bell early to summon her. Little Park holding her hand. His other hand grabbed a small box of candies, chewing one. “I am sorry again for before sir. Here is your… Madame Park's son. Please have a safe trip back home.” Jimin's jaw clenched and eyes burning, she looks at me furiously, “Why don't you broadcast it on TV already? Just ruin everything and everyone!” I answer her nonchalantly, “Eunha is my obedient slave. Don't worry, she doesn't betray like a certain someone.” Jimin rolls her eyes and snatches Park's hand from Eunha.

Before she gets out of my chamber swaying that ample ass and tiny waist, grabbing our son's hand, I ask her, “And your answer?” Jimin stops, stays still for a moment and then shows me her middle finger! How dare she… Then she leaves, my love leaves like how she came a few hours ago. Today is the happiest I have been in the last 5 years. Little Park waved his hand unlike his mom though, even a fucker like me felt happiness seeing his son's small hand waving at him.

I look at them from above, it's evening already, the crimson blue dawn sky whistling the end of the day. A girl wearing a luxurious black designer suit, shorter than Jimin in height, has come in a different car. That's Ning Yizhou, bastard Park's secretary and personal cumdump. That shorty bitch knows Park's every secret and is among the most trusted. Basically like my Eunha here, ready to do anything for her master's whim. Except Ning is tougher, stronger and sharper. With a stern look she opens the car door and asks Jimin to get in. More like an order, Jimin silently obliges. As if Ning has more authority than her.

Ning also looks up at my chamber, though she can't see me through this one sided glass. I lick my lips, Ning do looks fucking delicious! Damn, if anything Park got taste in choosing perfect hoes to fuck. Ning gets in the driver's seat and they leave. I sigh, it's exhausting that I can't keep Jimin to me now. But at least I have got what I wanted. The confirmation that Jimin still loves me, wants me, craves me, dreams about me. I know, her eyes and subtle expressions cleared it all up. And as long as Jimin wants, I can win the upcoming war I am going to wage.

You just wait for it, you damn Park! Everything you own, be it your fortune or your womans, WILL BE MINE! “Your chemistry with madam is so dramatic master. You both care about each other but still act like…” I grab Eunha's mouth and squeeze it, “Why did you let my son come inside?” “I didn't master, trust…” I clench harder, “Drop the act whore! Jimin didn't like it a bit. Why?” Eunha's eyes sparkled with sultriness, “I wanted to come and see how you two were enjoying it master. I felt so horny…” Sigh, while it's true this bitch is my most loyal, it's also a pain that she only understands sex and nothing else.

“Do you want it that bad, you cheap slut? Huh? Should your master just open a glory hole for you in the patient waiting room?” I tease her, my hands are busy slapping her face and busty boobies over her apron. “Yes master, yes, please! A glory hole would help when you are busy with others! This cumdump had a hard time waiting for your cock… You saved so much cum for madame these weeks… I can't wait anymore master! Please, fucking kill me!” Her tongue lolling, asking to get abused like the worthless slut she is!

The Viagra effect in my body still has an hour left of action. I put two fingers in her mouth and my other hand choked her, “Get on your four you onahole. Your master wants some meaty pussy and fatty ass message for his cock.” Eunha doesn't waste time and immediately gets on her four on the sofa at the other side of the room. I lock the door, then get behind her. She can't even touch a dildo without my permission, she is that well trained. She didn't get fucked by anything for a while, poor bitch! So let's end her agony. I bury my cock in her big ass in one go, her painful moan is something that lifts my mood anytime, anywhere.

Half an hour later Eunha is panting, I have dumped my cum on her face, titfucking those big milkers. If only she could produce milk like Jimin… I should have titfuck Jimin when I had the chance. Damn, I shove my cock back in Eunha's meaty pussy once more, humping to get another erection.

Yes, I am going to make Jimin mine. Ning Yizhou, you will spill all of Park's secrets soon. I'll fuck all of it out of you. But for now my trusted slave Eunha should suffice. What an optimistic evening it is!

END... Fuck you until next time 🖕

(And don't forget about Ning's smut idea! What, Where and When Secretary / Cumdump Ning should get fucked?)

[earthchica]

Everything I Ever Wanted

terry richmond x black, fem!/plus size reader

summary: It's been a month since you and Terry welcomed your son, Elijah; both of you have been adapting to parenthood pretty amazingly. However, five months in, tensions arise as you feel overwhelmed by handling most household responsibilities and caring for your son. This imbalance leads to a big argument between you and Terry.

warnings: explicit smut (18+), oral (m), loving making, birthday sex, rough sex, praise kink, choking kink, fluff, domestic life, time skip, angst, mention of postpartum depression, slight communications issues, foul language, argument, nicknames [ baby, sweetheart, mama, pretty girl & more ] words: 7k

note: I don't know...I really love writing these two, so we're continuing their story. please enjoy and there may be some errors.

sequel to { funny how time flies } mini-series masterlist next chapter { make it right }

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It's been a few weeks since you two brought your precious son, Elijah, home, and the transition has been exciting and challenging, but you and Terry have worked seamlessly as a team, diligently tackling every sleepless night and diaper change.

Besides that, Elijah is an easy baby, though he tends to wake up frequently during the night, yet somehow manages to sleep through much of the morning and into the afternoon. This odd schedule has led you and Terry to refine it soon.

Today had unfolded beautifully, with the late afternoon sun streaming through the living room windows, bathing the space in a soft, golden light. The warmth of the sun felt comforting, creating an inviting atmosphere.

Your parents had come over for a visit, eager to spend time with Elijah again. Laughter and joyful chatter filled the air as they engaged with him, delighting in his coos and how his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Look at you, Eli, such a cutie pie! Yes, you are!” Your mom coos lovingly at her grandson, her voice filled with warmth. Beside her, your dad beams with pride, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"I can't help but agree with you, honey. He's absolutely precious," your dad remarked with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with affection. You glanced over at Terry, and in that moment, you exchanged knowing smiles, both delighting.

“You both did such a wonderful job! You made such a beautiful, healthy baby boy, our first grandson," your mom adds, her eyes shimmering with tears of happiness.

“Oh, don’t cry, Mama,” you said gently, moving to rub her shoulder reassuringly. She wipes away a tear and nods, her smile returning, a reflection of the love that fills the room.

“I just can’t believe how fast time flies,” she continues, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “One minute I was holding you as a baby, and now I’m here holding your little one. It feels surreal.”

Terry smiles, wrapping an arm around you. “We’re just so thankful he’s here, and we couldn’t have done it without both of you. Your support means the world to us.”

Your mom beams and then adds, “You know if you two ever need a break or some extra hands, your dad and I are here for you. We can help with babysitting, cooking—whatever you might need! I’d love to take care of my grandson.”

You look at Terry and see the relief in his eyes. “That’s really generous of you, Mama. We would appreciate that a lot. It’s been overwhelming, but we’re figuring it out.”

“Of course! Don’t hesitate to ask, honey,” Your mom says, her enthusiasm unwavering. “I know how challenging those first few months can be. I remember when we had you; the sleepless nights were brutal. But it was all worth it, seeing you grow.”

“We’d love to have you two over whenever you can; the door is always open,” Terry said with a light smile. “We could use a little break now and then,” He added.

"Yeah, you don't forget to find a good balance. Make sure to carve out some quality time together, maybe plan regular date nights every so often to keep that connection strong between you two," your dad suggested, offering his wisdom.

Terry turned to you, a contemplative expression on his face. “That’s true,” he acknowledged. “Yeah, but I'm still a bit scared about leaving him. We’re also just figuring this all out as we go along.” You sighed, the weight of uncertainty settling on your shoulders.

Your mom, ever the pillar of support, gently patted your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “That’s completely natural, honey! You’re navigating a lot right now but doing wonderfully already. Trust your instincts and know your limits; always listen to what feels right for you.”

Her eyes sparkled with comfort and encouragement. “Remember, we’re just a phone call away if you need us. We want to be involved and support you as best as possible.”

“Thanks, Mama. That really means a lot to me,” you replied, feeling gratitude and comfort wash over you. At that moment, wrapped in this bubble of love and support from your family, you couldn’t help but feel reassured

After their visit, you and Terry finally settled down for dinner. You had already fed Elijah before the family arrived, and while he dozed peacefully in his tiny bassinet by you, both of you enjoyed a quiet meal.

You cut into your chicken, glancing over at Terry, who adores Elijah sleeping. “yo, I still can’t believe how well Eli took to his new sleep routine,” Terry said, taking a sip of his drink.

“Like...remember those first few nights? We were both so damn exhausted!” He added, making a silly expression.

You chuckled. “Yeah, it felt like we had entered a marathon. But now, we’re finally getting the hang of it. It’s great seeing him so peaceful.” You nodded toward the bassinet, where Elijah stirred slightly but remained asleep.

Terry smiled. “He really is an easy baby. I heard some parents struggle for months. We really lucked out.” He paused, and his expression turned serious.

"I was talking to my mom earlier, and she mentioned how she felt depressed after I was born; she didn't think she would get out of it if it wasn't for my dad and proper therapy. It made me wonder if you are feeling like too?” He asked, looking at me curious.

You set down your fork, the question hanging in the air, and you took a deep breath, feeling guilt wash over you. You hadn't intended to hide your feelings from Terry, but the whirlwind of emotions that came with new parenthood had left you feeling unmoored.

“I… I did feel a bit overwhelmed in those first few weeks,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze momentarily. “There were nights when I hid in the bathroom downstairs, just couldn’t stop crying, you know? It was like all the stress and exhaustion piled on top of the joy of having our baby.”

Terry’s brow furrowed with concern, but he nodded. “I wish you would’ve told me, baby. I wouldn’t have been upset; I just want to be here for you, especially now that we’re married and we have a family. We’re a team.”

The warmth in his voice made your heart swell. “I know, Terry. I didn’t want to add to your worries, especially with everything else happening. I thought I could manage it alone, and it felt… silly to feel that way when we have this beautiful son.”

Terry reached across the table, taking your hand gently. “It’s not silly at all, baby. It’s a huge transition; you don’t have to pretend everything’s always okay. I’m your husband, and I want us to share the good moments and the tough ones, too.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling a bit of the weight lift. “You’re right. I should be more open; I'm still learning that, but I’m relieved to say I’m not feeling that way anymore. It’s getting easier every day. I think I was shocked at first and scared… but I want you to know that I’m okay now.”

“Good,” Terry said, his expression softening. “But please promise me that you'll talk to me if you start feeling like that again or any kind of way. We gotta be completely honest with each other. We can face anything as long as we’re open about it.”

You nodded, appreciating the sincerity in his eyes. “I promise. It’s just… this new journey we’re in, it’s like it’s made up of all these conflicting emotions. I love being a wife and mother, but it’s also a lot of pressure.”

Terry smiled gently. “It is. And we’re figuring it out together. Just remember, you’re not alone in this. If you ever need to vent or cry or just take a break, I’m here, baby, and I love you. We’ll make it through all of it, hand in hand.”

Feeling reassured, "I love you, too, Terry, so much." A soft smile crossed your face, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the depth of your strong connection.

Once dinner concluded, and after indulging in a few light-hearted movies, you noticed that Elijah was still curled up, sound asleep. Deciding it was time for him to be tucked in, Terry gently picked him up to carry him to the nursery.

The soft coos and gentle sounds from the baby monitor filled the air, and a warmth spread through your heart as you listened to Terry's soothing voice.

“Goodnight, little man; Daddy loves you so much,” Terry whispered tenderly, gently kissing Elijah's forehead before quietly retreating from the nursery, leaving the door slightly ajar.

With a soft smile still lingering on your face, you walked to the bathroom to complete your nightly routine. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, and carefully wrapped your hair in a bonnet, feeling the day's exhaustion wash over you.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you found Terry already settled in bed, waiting for you. You crawled under the covers and snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and content as he leaned over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into comforting darkness.

As the gentle glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light in the room, Terry leans closer, brushing a soft kiss against your cheek. With a tender whisper, he softly says, "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you,"

His voice is warm and soothing, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. You turn to him, a smile spreading across your face, and reply, "Goodnight, baby. I love you too!"

-

three months later.

As the soft light of dawn began to spill into the room, you stirred awake, feeling the cool sheets beside you and realizing Terry was already up.

The familiar hum of bike tires on pavement whispered through the open window, reminding you of his early morning routine. A smile crept across your face as you realized today felt extra special

— it was Terry's birthday.

You stretched and yawned, the warmth of anticipation bubbling up within you. With a silent promise to keep the surprises under wraps, you slipped out of bed and quietly padded downstairs to the living room.

The air was fresh and crisp, and you began carefully arranging the decorations you had picked out over the past few days. Balloons of black and green adorned the walls, while a “Happy Birthday Terry” banner hung cheerfully above the couch.

Nearby, you carefully placed the birthday gifts, ensuring each was perfectly wrapped and waiting for his eager eyes. Once the decorations were set, you decided to get Elijah from his crib.

You breathed before going upstairs and down the hallway, your heart swelling with excitement. Opening the nursery door gently, you peeked in to find him peacefully sleeping, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath.

You couldn’t resist leaning over to press a soft kiss on his forehead, eliciting a small sigh from him as he stirred. “Good morning, my beautiful boy,” you whispered gently.

You lifted him from his crib. Elijah blinked sleepily at you, his eyes wide and bright, sparkling with joy at the sight of you. “Look who’s awake!” you said with a cheer, cradling him against your chest as he stretched his little arms and let out a delighted coo.

“Did you know it’s Daddy’s birthday today?” you beamed at him, your heart melting at his baby gurgles. “We have some fun surprises planned, little man!”

Elijah’s face broke into an adorable smile, his eyes dancing with delight as you continued talking to him, explaining everything you had planned for his father's special day.

As you carried him back into the living room, he kicked his legs, clearly excited about the decorations, reaching out to touch the balloons as they floated gently on the ceiling.

Once settled on the couch, you nestled Elijah against you, pointing out the colors. “Look, Eli! Black and green!” He babbled back as if he understood and wanted to join the conversation, his eyes reflecting pure happiness.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention, and you glanced up to see Terry walk in. His body was slightly shaking from the morning cold, and a bright smile lit up his face as he quickly glanced at you.

“Hey there, Birthday King!” you cheered, lifting Elijah slightly to catch his father’s attention. His eyes widened in disbelief as he absorbed the decorations fluttering in the morning light.

Terry’s eyes traveled from you to Elijah, and his smile widened even more.

“Yo, you did all this for me?” Terry exclaimed, a laugh escaping him as surprise painted his features. "Yeah, of course, happy birthday, baby. I wanted to make today special for you. You deserve it all and more.

“Also, someone who wants to say ‘Happy Birthday’!” You leaned down, holding Elijah out toward him, and the sight of Terry's boyish grin melting into a look of pure love made your heart swell.

“Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you so much!” you said in a baby voice. Terry laughed and gently took Elijah in his arms, peppering him with kisses as the baby squealed in response, his tiny hands reaching for his father’s face.

“This is amazing! Thank you, sweetheart!” He said, leaning down to give you a soft kiss, the warmth of his lips lingering just a moment longer, filling you with warmth.

“Glad you like it,” you replied shyly, “I wanted to surprise you right after your bicycle ride.”

“Nah, I love it, and I appreciate it; I appreciate you,” Terry chuckled, looking back at the decorations with pure gratitude. You felt a surge of happiness that today was all about him.

“Haha, good...Now Terry, let’s have breakfast!” you started with a giggle. “How does breakfast burrito sound?” You asked, guiding him to the kitchen and putting Elijah in his cute little high chair.

“Mmm...breakfast burrito sounds good!” Terry replied enthusiastically. “if I'm being honest, I could eat a mountain of them right now.”

“I’ll whip them up, and you can handle Elijah’s breakfast,” you suggested, glancing down at him. Elijah watched, his big hazel eyes touching the joyful atmosphere, cooing softly.

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart!” Terry said, turning towards the bottle warmer and preparing Elijah’s bottle. He expertly filled it, the familiar routine filling the air with comfort.

“You know, I’m grateful,” he said, glancing back at you with a soft sparkle in his eyes. “Not just because of my wonderful birthday surprise, but because I wake up every day to my beautiful family.”

Your heart swelled at his words, a fluttering warmth spreading as you started making the ingredients for the breakfast burritos. “Well, we’re grateful to have you, too,” you replied, smiling at him.

“You’re the best dad and husband anyone could ask for, T,” You said, reaching over to kiss his cheek, and he shyly smiled. “I do my best,” he said with a light chuckle, holding the bottle to Elijah’s mouth.

The baby eagerly latched on, and as you watched the two of them, your heart felt full. With the smell of bacon and eggs beginning to waft through the kitchen.

You flipped the first burritos, the golden brown surface looking just right. Elijah finished his bottle, and Terry gently patted his back. A small burp echoed, causing both you and Terry to laugh.

“That's my little man,” Terry said, kissing Elijah’s forehead again. The burritos were done with excitement and love. Terry placed a smiling Elijah back in his high chair, positioning the bib around him.

"Was it good, Eli?” you asked, smoothing his curly hair as the three of you gathered around the table. Terry grabbed burritos and turned back to you.

“Thank you for this. This morning is already one of my favorites.” He said, and you smiled, your heart swelling once more. “You're welcome, baby.”

"Was it good, Eli?" you asked, smoothing his curly hair as the three of you gathered around the table. Terry grabbed burritos and turned back to you.

"Thank you for this. This morning is already one of my favorites, " he said, and you smiled, your heart swelling again. "You're welcome, baby."

After breakfast, Terry cleared the table, and you picked up Elijah since he wanted to be held by you. Once he finished the dishes, you three moved into the living room.

"So what do you want to do for your birthday, today?" You asked softly, and he turned to you with a light smile on his face as he gave it a thought.

“You know, I was hoping we could sneak away for a bit—maybe see that movie we’ve been discussing? Just the two of us.” Terry answered with a nod.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also a bit hesitant. “But what about Elijah? He’s still so little…” You said with a sigh, and Terry still smiled warmly, leaning in closer.

“That’s why I thought we could call your parents and see if they could take him for a few hours. I know they love spending time with him, and it would give us some much-needed alone time.”

You considered it momentarily, biting your lip as you glanced at Elijah, who was now giggling at the little plush toys hanging from his play gym

“You know what? Let's do it, shit, it's your birthday. They'll actually be thrilled to have a little time with him,” you said with a nod, trying to shake off any lingering doubts.

“Let's go!!!! I’ll call them right now,” Terry said, his excitement contagious. You watched as he grabbed his phone, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Terry stepped a bit away to talk, leaving you to play with Elijah, who was happy cooing and made it hard not to smile. A few minutes later, Terry returned, his expression lit up.

“They’re on their way! Said they can’t wait to see him,” he said, and the both of you chuckled at how eager your parents were to dote on their grandson.

-

When your parents arrived, they walked in with greetings of warm hugs and kisses on the cheek and happy birthdays to Terry, instantly melting your heart as they fussed over Elijah.

“Look at our big boy!” your mom said, tickling him lightly, which sent him into fits of giggles. You grab all the stuff that you think they would need.

Before they left, they turned to you, sensing a little of your worry. “You know we’ve got this,” your dad said reassuringly, giving you a comforting squeeze on the shoulder.

“Don’t stress. You two deserve some time together; enjoy your birthday, Terry. Elijah will be just fine with us.” He added more, and your mom chimed in as well.

“And we promise to take lots of pictures! You’ll see; everything is going to be just great,” She said with a smile, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over you.

“Thank you, Mama and Dad. It means a lot to us that you’re willing to take him,” you said, your voice sincere as Terry stood beside you, wrapping an arm around your plump waist.

After they left, you and Terry got ready and were on your way out for his birthday. The car ride to the movie theater felt like a burst of fresh air, filled with light-hearted banter between you and Terry.

“What do you think? You think this movie is gonna be any good?” Terry asked, pulled smoothly into the parking lot. You could hardly contain your enthusiasm.

“Definitely! I’ve heard some really good things about it,” you replied, a joyful flutter in your chest. You and Terry got out of the car and eagerly made your way toward the grand entrance of the theater.

The excitement in the air was palpable as you purchased two tickets, Next, you approached the concession stand, the mouthwatering aroma of freshly popped popcorn enveloping you two.

You and Terry grabbed a large bag of fluffy popcorn, skittles, M&M's, and two icy drinks, each clinking lightly as you and Terry juggled them toward the screening room.

As you stepped into the dimly lit theater, the soft glow of the screen illuminated the space, and you could hear the low hum of chatter mixed with the sound of previews playing in the background.

You chose a comfortable seat, sinking into the plush cushioning beside him. You couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation for the movie to start.

The movie was a hilarious romantic comedy. During the funny moments, you found yourselves laughing, giggling, and playful nudges, Terry; you enjoyed this time you both had togather.

“That was so good!” Terry exclaimed, turning to you with a sparkling grin, and you nodded. You nodded in agreement, still buzzing from the excitement of the film.

As you stepped out of the theater into the cool evening air, you pulled out your phone and noticed several messages from your mom, each accompanied by adorable pictures of Elijah.

Eagerly, you swiped through the images, each capturing the little moments of his day—his cherubic smile, tiny fingers curled around a toy, and that sweet, peaceful expression he wore while napping.

You turned the screen towards Terry, who leaned in to get a better look. he smiled and gazed at the photos. “See, there’s nothing to worry about!” he said, a look of relief washing over him.

“Yeah!....So where to next, my king?” you asked, flashing a playful smile that lit up your face. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow around you, and the excitement in the air was palpable.

“How about Dave & Buster's?” Terry suggested, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. His eyes sparkled, making you wonder if he could no longer contain his excitement.

“I can’t wait to beat your high score in air hockey,” he declared confidently, a mischievous glint in his eye. You gasped in mock disbelief, tilting your head as if contemplating his challenge seriously.

“Oh, nah, baby! Good luck with that, haha! You do realize I’m the reigning champion, right?” you teased, laughter bubbling up as you struck a pose, pretending to bask in your glory.

“We’ll see about that,” Terry replied, a smirk playing on his lips, his competitive spirit ignited. It was clear that the rivalry was only beginning, and you couldn’t wait to see how it unfolded.

-

Once at Dave & Buster's, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. The two of you dived into the arcade, trying your hands at different games. The sound of laughter and the clinking of tokens filled the air as you challenged each other to various contests.

You spent more time than you’d like to admit racing against each other in virtual go-karts and trying to win substantial stuffed animals from claw machines.

You even shared a few sweet moments, like when Terry won a miniature robot and presented it to you with an exaggerated bow.

“For my beautiful queen, from the finest arcade in town,” he declared dramatically, and you giggled, kissing his cheek.

As a final showdown, you headed to the air hockey table. The chatter around faded as you focused on each hit, your competitiveness fueling both your laughter and playful banter.

“Prepare to be dethroned!” Terry joked, his eyes gleaming with determination, but you managed to outscore him again. As the game ended, you jumped up victoriously, doing a little dance.

“Once again, I’m the queen of air hockey!” you teased, doing the running man dance, and he playfully pretended to sulk. “Alright, alright, you win this time,” he laughed, pulling you into an embrace.

“But next time, I’m definitely coming for that crown!” Terry said, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

After enjoying some food and a few more games, you both left with big smiles and full hearts, reminiscing about all the fun you had that day.

The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in beautiful hues of pink and orange as you made your way back home, still buzzing with joy.

When you arrived home, you gently opened the door, revealing your cozy living room. “You know, I think this might have been the best birthday I’ve ever had,” Terry said, wrapping an arm around your plump waist as you walked inside.

“Wait, there’s one more surprise,” you said, biting your lip to hide your excitement. You glanced at him and motioned towards the bedroom.

“I love surprises!” Terry said, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Why don’t you wait on the bed? I'll be in the bathroom?” You said both of you walked into your shared bedroom.

Terry sat on the bed and grinned widely, and you slipped into the bathroom to change into something special. You retrieved the white lace lingerie you had tucked away.

You had bought it a year ago, never expecting you’d wear it until today. As you put it on, the fabric felt soft against your dark-brown skin.

You smiled at your reflection, feeling a mix of horny and excitement. After a moment, you took a deep breath and left the bathroom. The dim light casting a gentle glow revealed yourself to Terry.

The look on his face was priceless—his jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes widened in pure delight. “Fuck,” he breathed, and he had a smirk spreading.

“You look absolutely sexy, baby. Is this all for me?” You felt a rush of warmth at his words, stepping forward to close the distance between you.

“Yes! Happy Birthday, King,” you said softly, bursting with love. “I think I’ve just found the best part of my birthday,” he murmured, his arm wrapping around your waist as he leaned in for a kiss, tongue dancing togather as his hand gripped your round of ass.

You moaned, pulled away from the kiss, and gave Terry a sly grin, pushing him back onto the bed. Feeling excited, you walk over to your phone and put some seductive Bluetooth music on.

You swayed your hips to the beat, making your way over to him and straddling his lap. Terry let out a low groan as you ran your hands down his chest, teasingly tracing the outline of his muscles.

You leaned close to his ear, your breath hot against his skin as you whispered, "Enjoying your birthday so far, big daddy?" before gently biting his earlobe.

“More than I could have ever imagined, baby,” Terry groaned, grasping your breasts. You continued to move sensually against him, feeling yourself getting more turned on by his reactions.

You couldn't help but smile at how much he was enjoying this. Slowly, you began to grind against him, feeling the heat between your bodies grow with each movement.

Terry's hands found their way down to your hips, guiding your movements as he let out a string of curses under his breath. ”Fuck, baby girl, I need you,”

You feel the bulge in his pants growing harder by the second and decide it is time for a change of pace and stand up, swaying your hips seductively as you slowly strip off the lingerie piece by piece.

Terry's eyes roamed hungrily over your plump, curvy body, desire evident in every line of his face. When you were entirely naked, you climbed back onto his lap, feeling the electricity between you both intensify with each touch.

“How do you want me, Terry? You know I love pleasing you; it is my favorite thing.” You said softly, and a primal growl escaped Terry's lips as he fixated his dark, lust-filled eyes on you.

His body trembles with desire at your question, and he pushes you down to your knees in front of him. "I need that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around me, baby," he demands, his hands caressing himself through his pants.

You bite your lip, feeling the wetness between your legs intensify as you quickly unbutton his pants and pull them down along with his boxers.

With a sly smile, you leaned forward and took his throbbing dick in your hands, and began stroking him, lathering him up by licking your hand.

You took him in your mouth, feeling his hand thread through your curly hair as he let out a deep moan. You moved your head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke.

You love using your tongue to tease and please him. “Mmm…I always love the way you taste, Terry,” You said, taking him out of your mouth for a second.

Terry's eyes rolled back in pleasure as you continued to work your magic on him. His grip on your curly hair tightened, guiding you deeper and faster.

You pulled away with a gasp, saliva dripping from your mouth, and asked, “Mmm, talk to me Daddy how does it feel?” hitting his dick on your face before sucking at his balls

Terry's breaths were coming out in heavy pants as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust. "It feels fucking amazing, baby," he groaned, his hips moving involuntarily as you took him back into your mouth.

You moaned in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Terry's spine. Your hands continued to stroke and tease him, making him ache for more.

Terry couldn't resist any longer and tightened his grip on your hair, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "Oh fuck, yes," he grunted, his hips thrusting faster now.

You could feel him getting closer, and you knew just how to push him over the edge. You used your tongue to trace patterns on his dick while sucking harder, causing Terry to cry out in pleasure.

"Damn it, sweetheart" he exclaimed as he spilled into your mouth. His body shook with release, and you swallowed every drop of his cum before sitting up and licking your lips.

"Mmm, your cum tastes so sweet," you said with a sly smile. Terry pulled you up onto the bed and flipped you onto your back, his eyes burning with desire as he hovered over you.

"I need to be inside of you right now,” Terry growled before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. He wasted no time in entering you, causing you both to moan, and you wrapped your thick legs around his waist.

Terry's thrusts were slow and deep, hitting all the right spots inside of you. Each one sent waves of pleasure through your body, making you moan louder and arch your back in ecstasy.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Does it feel good, baby?" Terry groaned, rising up as his hands gripped your wide hips tightly. He couldn't get enough of you; how you felt around him was like nothing else.

“Ah, yes, yes, fuck” You moaned, placing your hands around his wrist as he continued to thrust inside of you but still slowly. The room was alive with the sound of flesh softly smacking together, accompanied by your moans and his deep grunts.

"Oh, Terry, I love you to death, and I'm so grateful for everything you do. You're such an amazing man," you gasped out between breaths as he showed you exactly how much he loved you in return.

This man was more than just a husband, he was your everything, and nothing could change that. “Shit, baby, if you keep talkin' to me like that, I might nut another baby in but I'll save that for another time,”

Terry's muscles rippled as his eyes locked on yours with intense desire. The room around you was a blur as you focused on him, seeing the pleasure on his face.

“Pleeease, speed it up, Daddy fuck me harder.” you moaned out as Terry's hands tightened around your plump waist. “Mm, my nasty girl wants it harder?”

He asked, looking down at you with a smirk before picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming almost animalistic as he hit all the right spots inside of you.

“Yess, just like that, fuck…fuck me.” you cried, your body trembling from the intense pleasure of the pace. Your fingers gripping onto Terry's broad shoulders as he thrusts harder inside of you.

His hands tightly gripped your hips, leaving marks in their wake. The plush bed sheets envelop you in a cocoon of comfort, the heat emanating from Terry's body seeping into your own.

Looking up at Terry again, his intense gaze penetrates through you like a laser beam, igniting a fire within your core. You flip him onto his back, and his dick slides back into your wet, throbbing pussy.

His face contorted with pleasure, and his hands gripped your waist tightly. You bounce on him, your movements wild and uninhibited, your bodies melded in a passionate rhythm.

"Shit, I love you" You cried, can't help but admire the handsome man beneath you, his features twisted with ecstasy as his strong hands caress your breasts, thumbs circling your hardened nipples.

Arching your back, you grind your hips down harder, taking him even deeper inside you. The delicious friction sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, Daddy?" you purr, clenching around him. Your body is slick with desire, and you can feel your pussy pulsing for him. "You like how wet I am for you?"

Your voice dripping with need and longing. Each movement sends shivers of pleasure through your body, and you're unable to resist the urge to press closer against him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against yours.

“Shit, shit, yes, yes,“ Terry grunts in response, gripping your hips and thrusting up to meet your movements. The new angle hits just the right spot, making you cry as you feel him wrap his hands around your neck.

“Bounce on that fucking dick, baby, bounce on that shit” Terry moans, his face contorted with pleasure and adores before his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a moan.

His chest rises and falls quickly as his body moves to meet yours. As you continue to ride him, you can feel your orgasm building, and you know that Terry is close, too.

The way his grip tightens on your neck, and his thrusts become more erratic tells you that he's reaching his peak. You lean forward, placing a hand on his chest for balance as you increase the tempo, feeling him filling you up completely with each thrust.

"You gonna cum for me, Daddy?" You moan into his ear, nipping at the lobe as your movements become more desperate. "You gonna fill me up with your hot cum, huh?"

Terry's response is a primal growl as he flips the two of you over, taking control once again. He pins your hands above your head, pounding into you with a ferocity that has you seeing stars.

Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, and just when you think you can't take it anymore, Terry's lips crash onto yours in a passionate kiss.

Your body explodes in pleasure as Terry's release hits him, too, both of you crying out each other's names in ecstasy. Your bodies are slick with sweat as he collapses on top of you.

Both of you breathing heavily and riding out the waves of pleasure. "God damn," Terry says between pants, pecking kisses all over your face before pulling out and snuggling into bed beside you.

You turn to face him, smiling contentedly as you can see the sweat glistening on both of your bodies and the satisfied smile on his face. His eyes are filled with adoration as he gazes at you.

As you lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking, Terry brushes a strand of curls hair away from your face.

"I can't believe how blessed I am to have you; thank you. This was an amazing birthday, baby" Terry says, his voice filled with love and sincerity as he gazes into your eyes.

You smile softly, feeling your heart flutter at his words. "I’m glad you enjoy yourself, Terry; I love you," you reply, tracing circles on his chest with your finger.

"I love you too" Terry leans down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. The kiss is slow and deep, conveying all the emotions that words can't express.

You wrap your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body as you pull him closer, surrendering entirely to the moment. The world around you fades into the background, leaving just the two of you.

Suddenly, the peace is interrupted by your phone ringing, jolting you back to reality. It’s a call from your parents, who are on their way home with Elijah.

The moment's warmth slips away as you both realize how quickly time has passed while you are wrapped up in each other. After the call, you and Terry decide to refresh yourselves.

You step into the shower together, steam rising as water cascades over your bodies, the lingering temptation of another round swirling in the air, but you got washed.

Once you’re both dressed, there is a sharp knock on the front door. The sound echoes through the space, signaling the return of your parents and Elijah.

You went to go, and open the door to find them standing there, smiling warmly, with your dad holding Elijah's colorful diaper bag in one hand.

Excited chatter fills the air as they express their eagerness to babysit again. You can’t help but smile at the joyous moments ahead as you take the baby bag from your dad, feeling grateful for them.

-

Terry sat comfortably in the cozy living room, a soft smile on his face as he held Elijah in his arms, gently cooing at your son and making him gurgle with delight.

As you carefully lit the candles on the birthday cake, the delicious scent of vanilla wafted through the air, blending with the excitement of the celebration.

You took a moment to glance at Terry and Elijah, savoring the heartwarming scene before returning your attention to the flickering flames atop the cake, ready to sing "Happy Birthday" to your husband.

You entered the living room, the familiar tune bubbling up from within as you began to sing. Terry's smile widened at the sound of your voice, a beautiful melody that filled the air with joy.

Fascinated by the flickering candles, Elijah stared in awe, his little face brightening. As you concluded the song, your voice melded effortlessly with the warmth radiating from the room.

"Make a wish, handsome," You said with a smile, and Terry laughed softly, the sound rich with love and appreciation.

Terry closed his eyes for a moment to make a wish, and with a deep breath, he blew out the candles, sending a gentle plume of smoke swirling into the air.

'Yeah!!! Happy Birthday, Terry" You cheered happily, joy radiating from you as you watched the sparkle in his eyes, reflecting his contentment and love on this special day.

-

three months later,

making it six months since you gave birth.

As the months rolled by, it was in the middle of summer now, and you found yourself deeply immersed in the new routine of motherhood. Elijah was now six months old, and his personality began to blossom.

Each day brought challenges and joys, but lately, you felt the weight of the day-to-day responsibilities resting heavily on your shoulders. It had been particularly tough since Terry returned to work not too long ago.

The warmth seeped into your skin as the sun shone brightly in the sky, refreshing your spirit. You packed a picnic basket with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, some sliced apples, and a few cookies for a treat.

A soft blanket tucked under your arm, you walked to the park with Elijah nestled comfortably in his stroller, his tiny hands reaching up to the blue sky.

Once you arrived, you could hear the joyful sounds of children playing and laughter echoing around you. Finding a quiet spot under a large oak tree, you spread out the blanket and settled Elijah beside you.

His hazel eyes sparkled with curiosity as the gentle breeze rustled the leaves above. “Look at that, Elijah,” you smiled, pointing at a group of kids playing.

“Isn’t that amazing? One day, you’ll be over there with them.” You said, and Elijah cooed, kicking his little feet in excitement. You leaned down and tickled him, drawing forth a chorus of giggles.

“Would you like some yummy lunch?” you asked, reaching for a sandwich. As you offered him a few pieces of the soft bread, he leaned forward, trying to grab it with his tiny fingers.

His attempt was met with clumsiness and delight, the crumbs scattering on the blanket. A few moments passed of quiet enjoyment as you both munched on lunch.

You watched Elijah’s attention shift from the kites to the vibrant flowers blooming nearby. “Do you like the flowers, little man?” you asked softly with a giggle, noticing his wide-eyed wonder.

“They remind me of you—bright and full of life.” You said, kissing his forehead, and after the picnic, you lay back on the blanket, watching the clouds drift by.

Elijah babbled contentedly beside you, mimicking the sounds of nature. “You know, sometimes being a mom feels overwhelming, but moments like this make it all worth it,” you murmured softly.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice, “There you are!” It was Terry, looking a bit winded but incredibly happy to see you both. “I managed to leave work a little early. I wanted to surprise you guys!”

Elijah’s face lit up at the sight of his dad, and he wiggled with excitement. Terry knelt down, scooping up Elijah into his arms. “Hey, baby boy! How was your day?”

“It just got a lot better,” you replied, grinning. As the three of you settled back on the blanket, you felt the burdens of motherhood lift slightly.

After your delightful picnic, filled with laughter and sunshine, you all eventually returned home, savoring the remnants of the joy spent outdoors.

Soon you set about preparing dinner. You moved gracefully around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring sauces while Terry kept a watchful eye on Elijah, who was happily playing with blocks on the living room floor.

As the two of you sat down to dinner, the table was beautifully set, and the warmth of the home enveloped you. You both talked about your days and how things were.

After finishing the meal, you rolled up your sleeves and tackled the clean-up together, the sound of clinking dishes and the warmth of togetherness filling the room.

You then turned your attention to Elijah, who was starting to squirm in his high chair. You went to change his diaper, the familiar routine providing a sense of contentment as he giggled at your playful face.

Meanwhile, Terry settled in in the living room, PS5 video game music punctuating the air. You felt grateful for the day, not expecting the lovely to suddenly take a turn for the worse.

"Terry?" You called from the top of the stairs, your voice echoing softly through the house. "What?" Terry shouted back from the living room, focused on the video game flashing before him.

"Where's Elijah's lion?" you asked, cradling your squirming son on your hip. You had been trying for the past hour to calm him down, and the soft cries coming from him were starting to wear you thin.

"I don't know; check under the couch," Terry replied dismissively, shrugging his shoulders as if it were a minor inconvenience. His nonchalance infuriated you.

"Shh, it's okay, Eli. Look, it's Simba! You love that movie, don't you?" you encouraged, trying to distract your son while glancing underneath the couch for the stuffed animal.

"Mmm," Elijah murmured, seemingly comforted by your words. You sighed in relief as your fingers brushed against the soft fur of the Simba toy nestled between the dust bunnies.

"Look, Eli, look who I found," you said cheerfully as you handed him the toy. His face lit up, and he babbled happily, his tiny fingers gripping the toy tightly.

A wave of contentment washed over you, and you softly sang a lullaby, hoping it would lull him to sleep. Once, he was peacefully dozing in your arms.

You carefully laid him in his crib and headed back downstairs to confront Terry, feeling both exhausted and exasperated. "He's asleep?" Terry asked, still engrossed in his game.

The screen glowed brightly as he played. "Yeah, but maybe it would've been easier if you actually helped me," you said, descending the stairs with a slight edge in your voice.

"I do help; what do you mean? I just washed the dishes with you" Terry replied, pausing the game and looking at you with an attitude that sent another spike of frustration through you.

"Yeah, when you want to," you shot back, and he rolled his eyes, which only fueled your anger further. "Well, I work," Terry mumbled as if that was the end of the conversation.

"Excuse me?" you asked, standing before him with your hands firmly planted on your hips, refusing to back down. "You heard me, I'm not about to repeat myself."

"I work; I would love to just come home and relax. I put food on the table and clothes on our son's back, and I pay all the mutherfucka bills around here." Tery ranted on.

"Is it so bad to ask for some quiet time?" Terry snapped, his voice rising and echoing in the small living room. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

Sure, the two of you had minor arguments here and there, but he had never spoken to you like this before.

"I understand what you're saying, Terry, and I tell you how grateful I am for you. But it's not like I'm asking for much! You may be the one who brings home the paycheck," You started, moving in front of him.

"But I'm the one who takes care of our son around the clock; I cook, clean, and manage everything at home. You aren't the only one who's working their butt off!" you raise your voice a little bit.

"What's gotten into you? You never had a problem with this before! Now it's a problem?" You questioned, your demeanor shifting as confusion filled your eyes.

"Maybe I'm just tired of you," Terry said softly, and suddenly, the air in the room felt heavy, as though a dam had broken, releasing all the pent-up frustrations.

"Okay, well, maybe you should've married someone else if I'm such a fucking burden," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.

You dashed upstairs to your shared bedroom, trying to hold back tears. "Shit!" You heard him curse as he called out your name, but you didn't stop to listen.

You closed the bedroom door behind you with a decisive thud, sinking onto the edge of your king-size bed before you buried your face in your hands, feeling the tears coming down your face.

[suzannahnatters]

So here's one of the coolest things that has happened to me as a Tolkien nut and an amateur medievalist. It's also impacted my view of the way Tolkien writes women. Here's Carl Stephenson in MEDIEVAL FEUDALISM, explaining the roots of the ceremony of knighthood: "In the second century after Christ the Roman historian Tacitus wrote an essay which he called Germania, and which has remained justly famous. He declares that the Germans, though divided into numerous tribes, constitute a single people characterised by common traits and a common mode of life. The typical German is a warrior. [...] Except when armed, they perform no business, either private or public. But it is not their custom that any one should assume arms without the formal approval of the tribe. Before the assembly the youth receives a shield and spear from his father, some other relative, or one of the chief men, and this gift corresponds to the toga virilis among the Romans--making him a citizen rather than a member of a household" (pp 2-3). Got it?

Remember how Tolkien was a medievalist who based his Rohirrim on Anglo-Saxon England, which came from those Germanic tribes Tacitus was talking about? Stephenson argues that the customs described by Tacitus continued into the early middle ages eventually giving rise to the medieval feudal system. One of these customs was the gift of arms, which transformed into the ceremony of knighthood: "Tacitus, it will be remembered, describes the ancient German custom by which a youth was presented with a shield and a spear to mark his attainment of man's estate. What seems to the be same ceremony reappears under the Carolingians. In 791, we are told, Charlemagne caused Prince Louis to be girded with a sword in celebration of his adolescence; and forty-seven years later Louis in turn decorated his fifteen-year-old son Charles "with the arms of manhood, i.e., a sword." Here, obviously, we may see the origin of the later adoubement, which long remained a formal investiture with arms, or with some one of them as a symbol. Thus the Bayeux Tapestry represents the knighting of Earl Harold by William of Normandy under the legend: Hic Willelmus dedit Haroldo arma (Here William gave arms to Harold). [...] Scores of other examples are to be found in the French chronicles and chansons de geste, which, despite much variation of detail, agree on the essentials. And whatever the derivation of the words, the English expression "dubbing to knighthood" must have been closely related to the French adoubement" (pp 47-48.)

In its simplest form, according to Stephenson, the ceremony of knighthood included "at most the presentation of a sword, a few words of admonition, and the accolade." OK. So what does this have to do with Tolkien and his women? AHAHAHAHA I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. First of all, let's agree that Tolkien, a medievalist, undoubtedly was aware of all the above. Second, turn with me in your copy of The Lord of the Rings to chapter 6 of The Two Towers, "The King of the Golden Hall", when Theoden and his councillors agree that Eowyn should lead the people while the men are away at war. (This, of course, was something that medieval noblewomen regularly did: one small example is an 1178 letter from a Hospitaller knight serving in the Latin kingdom of Jerusalem which records that before marching out to the battle of Montgisard, "We put the defence of the Tower of David and the whole city in the hands of our women".) But in The Lord of the Rings, there's a little ceremony.

"'Let her be as lord to the Eorlingas, while we are gone.' 'It shall be so,' said Theoden. 'Let the heralds announce to the folk that the Lady Eowyn will lead them!' Then the king sat upon a seat before his doors and Eowyn knelt before him and received from him a sword and a fair corselet."

I YELLED when I realised what I was reading right there. You see, the king doesn't just have the heralds announce that Eowyn is in charge. He gives her weapons.

Theoden makes Eowyn a knight of the Riddermark.

Not only that, but I think this is a huge deal for several reasons. That is, Tolkien knew what he was doing here.

From my reading in medieval history, I'm aware of women choosing to fight and bear arms, as well as becoming military leaders while the men are away at some war or as prisoners. What I haven't seen is women actually receiving knighthood. Anyone could fight as a knight if they could afford the (very pricy) horse and armour, and anyone could lead a nation as long as they were accepted by the leaders. But you just don't see women getting knighted like this.

Tolkien therefore chose to write a medieval-coded society, Rohan, where women arguably had greater equality with men than they did in actual medieval societies.

I think that should tell us something about who Tolkien was as a person and how he viewed women - perhaps he didn't write them with equal parity to men (there are undeniably more prominent male characters in The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, at least, than female) but compared to the medieval societies that were his life's work, and arguably even compared to the society he lived in, he was remarkably egalitarian.

I think it should also tell us something about the craft of writing fantasy.

No, you don't have to include gut wrenching misogyny and violence against women in order to write "realistic" medieval-inspired fantasy.

Tolkien's fantasy worlds are DEEPLY informed by medieval history to an extent most laypeople will never fully appreciate. The attitudes, the language, the ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS use of medieval military tactics...heck, even just the way that people travel long distances on foot...all of it is brilliantly medieval.

The fact that Theoden bestows arms on Eowyn is just one tiny detail that is deeply rooted in medieval history. Even though he's giving those arms to a woman in a fantasy land full of elves and hobbits and wizards, it's still a wonderfully historically accurate detail.

Of course, I've ranted before about how misogyny and sexism wasn't actually as bad in medieval times as a lot of people today think. But from the way SOME fantasy authors talk, you'd think that historical accuracy will disappear in a puff of smoke if every woman in the dragon-infested fantasy land isn't being traumatised on the regular.

Tolkien did better. Be like Tolkien.

[fixyourwritinghabits]

How to Tell If That Post of Advice Is AI Bullshit

Right, I wasn't going to write more on this, but every time I block an obvious AI-driven blog, five more clutter up the tags. So this is my current (April 2024) advice on how to spot AI posts passing themselves off as useful writing advice.

No Personality - Look up a long-running writing blog, you'll notice most people try to make their posts engaging and coming from a personal perspective. We do this because we're writers and, well, we want to convey a sense of ourselves to our readers. A lot of AI posts are straight-forward - no sense of an actual person writing them, no variation in tone or text.

No Examples - No attempts to show how pieces of advice would work in a story, or cite a work where you could see it in action. An AI post might tell you to describe a person by highlighting two or three features, and that's great, but it's hard to figure out how that works without an example.

Short, Unhelpful Definitions - A lot of what I've seen amount to two or three-sentence listicles. 'When you want to write foreshadowing, include a hint of what you want foreshadowed in an earlier chapter.' Cool beans, could've figured that out myself.

SEO/AI Prompt Language Included - I've seen way too many posts start with "this post is about..." or "now we will discuss..." or "in this post we will..." in every single blog. This language is meant to catch a search engine or is ChatGPT reframing the prompt question. It's not a natural way of writing a post for the average tumblr user.

Oddly Clinical Language - Right, I'm calling out that post that tried to give advice on writing gay characters that called us "homosexuals" the entire time. That's a generative machine trying to stay within certain parameters, not an actual person who knows that's not a word you'd use unless you were trying to be insulting or dunking on your own gay ass in the funniest way possible.

Too Perfect - Most generative AI does not make mistakes (this is how many a student gets caught trying to use it to cheat). You can find ways to make it sound more natural and have it make mistakes, but that takes time and effort, and neither of those are really a factor in these posts. They also tend to have really polished graphics and use the same format every time.

Maximized Tags (That Are Pointless) - Anyone who uses more than 10 one-word tags is a cop. Okay, fine, I'm joking, but there's a minimal amount of tags that are actually useful when promoting a post. More tags are not going to get a post noticed by the algorithm, there is no algorithm. Not everyone has to use their tags to make snarky comments, but if your tags look like a spambot, I'm gonna assume you're a spambot.

No Reblogs From The Rest of Writblr - I'm always finding new Writblr folks who have been around for awhile, but every real person I've seen reblogs posts from other people. We've all got other stuff to do, I'm writing this blog to help others and so are they, the whole point of tumblr is to pass along something you think is great.

While you'll probably see some variation in the future - as people get wise to obviously generated text, they'll try to make it look less generated - but overall, there's still going to be tells to when something is fake.

I don't have any real advice for what to do about this (other than block those blogs, which is what I do). Like most AI bullshit, I suspect most of these blogs are just another grift, attempting to build large follower counts to leverage or sell something to in the future. They may progress past these tattletale features, but I'm still going to block them when I see them. I don't see any value in writing advice compiled from the work of better writers who put the effort in when I can just go find those writers myself.