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NOT THAT SERIOUS 1.
Eleven - Khalid ft Summer Walker
I miss reading these ☺️
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Chapter 2
“Appearances are often deceptive because a broken heart is invisible and its scars are indelible”
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Chapter 1
“We live only on illusions, appearances are infinitely tastier than realities.”
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Forever Is A Longtime: part one.
pairing: ex!lewis hamilton x black f!reader
summary: a relationship is never truly over until it is. the road to that conclusion is long and filled with temptation.
warning: MINORS DNI 18+ explicit smut, dirty talk, non-protective sex, oral sex, phone sex, angst, unstable emotions. not edited thoroughly (I got tired)
notes: thank you for being patient, thank you for loving me, thank you for reading. it’s unstable emotions from the protagonists but this is the beginning. please leave feedback and comments.
word count: 4.07K.
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Brava! @mauvecherie-writes
This was wonderful. I love seeing the growth in your writing. It's a beautiful thing.
This fic reminds me of one of my favorite lines in a song.
"Give me reason but don't give me choice cause I'll just make the same mistake again." 😍
They both had a choice so many times as well as reasons why it would go sour but both willingly make the decision. Both are at fault because she knew how it would go seeing him in person. Lol. He knew she would push and he would pull, and they both knew it would remain open. Lol
Love the toxicity of this because hello I AM ENTERTAINED!🤣 But they both need to let go and work on themselves. Qe Sera Sera, whatever will be will be. I can feel the genuine love between them although Lewis definitely has a cocky entitled complex here. It's hot but so annoying and only he can pull it off.
He thrives on this dynamic. I understand living his life with the career he has he needs constant thrill just to feel something, I understand that because I am slightly similar but neither of them will thrive together until they both grow separately a little .
He needs to really lose her to understand and grow. Great job with this!
🥺 that first part! It means a lot, thank you 🫶🏾
And that song lyric is literally the basis of this relationship. And the analysis is so spot on and what I was going for as I was writing.
Some growth will be seen from the both of them … hopefully 👀
Thank you for reading darling! 💕
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Gurlll are you taking requests? If so i just had a whole thought. What if it's like reader finds out she pregnant and finds out Erik done got a whole family behind her back. Oh and make that shit sad too ~ thx boo
You hastily pull the plastic from the First Response box, ripping it open and pulling out the pee stick. You take your shower and wait the minutes with it dipped in the urine, not really knowing what result you want. One the one hand, it is a hot girl summer. Do you really need a baby on your hip? No drinks? No smokes? A baby would be an unexpected surprise for you. You haven’t even talked children with Erik. Does he like children? He did say he enjoyed having you to himself, just the two of you. He doesn’t seem ready to settle down and make the major changes that a baby would require.
But he adores you. And if he adores you, he has to adore the pieces of you. It’s simple, he has no choice. If the test is positive, he has to GET ready because although unexpected, the baby will be just as much his responsibility. Maybe it’s good thing.. Maybe, this baby will bring the two of you even closer. Maybe it’s time.
Peaking at the pee stick indicator, it feels a lot like tossing a coin. Heads or tails. Not pregnant. Pregnant.
It’s two lines. Unmistakenly, that pink line is there.
You sigh full of nervous energy. It feels like a big step, one that makes you take deep breaths while absorbing the fact that things might change. You don’t quite know how, but that’s where the anxiety comes in.
Who should you tell first, Erik or your mother? Your mother of course, she’ll help you and give you some good advice. She’s going to freak out. She’ll be so excited, she said she wanted grandchildren.. you just didn’t think she’d be getting one so soon...
You hope Erik’s happy like the fathers that you’ve seen in the videos. You never know though. News this big can be shocking, you’ve seen men freeze as well. If he isn’t initially excited, but is instead stunned and unable to process, you’ll try to be patient and help it to sink in. Either way, you two have got to talk. In less than one year, you’ll be parents.
It sounds so weird to say, you’re gonna be a mommy to a little newborn baby who hopefully looks like the both of you. You’re gonna give birth and bring a life, no, a SOUL into this earth. How beautiful is that? You’re gonna get to feed them and teach them and cuddle. You’ll dress them and style their hair. You’ll have so many firsts with them that you’ll get to laugh about. It’ll be a whole new world filled with pure love from a pure being who will look at you like you’re absolutely perfect as you are. The thought has you falling in love with your baby already. And in nine months, you’ll get to meet them face to face and say the words: I love you.
What’s gonna happen with the three of you as a family unit? Erik has said over and over that he loves you and wants to be with you. Only you. You hope he means it as much as he says it.
“Babygirl! Baby, where you at,” you hear him call from the kitchen of your studio apartment. His voice moves around getting closer and farther at the same time. “I wanna see you.”
“You’re early! Give me 20 minutes, I’m in the bathroom.”
“No rush,” he knocks on the door backing away. He’s an hour early, you haven’t even had time to get dressed for dinner, it’s 5pm. Reservations are for 7pm. Hurriedly, you dispose of the trash but keep the indicator stick for future use. You won’t tell him the news tonight. You’ll wait until the time is right.. after you’ve told your mother and when you’re ready to discuss it all properly. The knowledge of it is too fresh right now, you need to sit with it.
Once out the bathroom you find him chillin on the couch. He looks up, jumping up to hold you, his arms gentle around your waist, cheek resting comfortably on your hair. He softly rocks you, smelling like the feint sweat of the day mixed with his cologne. He actually smells really good, like a hardworking man with a good job should.
“Stop,” you bump his hand playfully when he acts as if he’ll pull your robe open.
“You mind if I shower? Long day, I know I’m a lil sweaty.”
“Mm,” you lean back holding your tongue. Would it be weird if you said you like it? Big tall sweaty sexy man? “Of course, go ahead. I’ll get dressed,” you point toward the bedroom. Your body follows the direction of your thumbs and you push dresses out of your way on the closet rack to find the perfect outfit, a red form-fitting dress with red pumps and the diamond hoop earrings he bought you for Valentine’s Day. He couldn’t meet you. He was busy with work, but he cared enough to plan the gift delivery. You refresh your curly kinky fro and pick the roots for extra volume, then you put on your red Fenty lipstick and head back into the bathroom to apply your lashes. “How was work,” you ask over the sound of the water. You’d think he were drinking it or drowning. “Nevermind,” you smirk fixing the outline of your lips.
“Ugh, long day baby.. the hospital is always crazy,” he sniffs. “Paid your rent today by the way. How’s your tire holding up? Do you think you need to replace it?”
“Not right now, it’s holding up and you know I’ve got that donut in the trunk.”
“But I wouldn’t let you drive on a donut, what kind of man would I be?”
You smile though he’s steaming the mirror. You can’t see your reflection to do anything else in the bathroom mirror so it’s time to go.
“Hurry up, I’m ready.” You head into the living area spotting his bag on the couch. He probably has his cologne in there. You keep meaning to check the brand, it smells so good on him. Maybe you’ll surprise him with a new bottle and he’ll tell you how thoughtful you are and you’ll kiss and do some other thingss.. you giggle opening the bag and finding what you were searching for. It’s that Oakcha brand surprisingly. You sniff it to be sure and it’s the exact scent. Just as you expected, he could use some more. You put it back. There’s also an iphone in the bag. You turn it on, it’s charged but there’s a passcode and you can’t go any further. It’s not his phone. Well, it’s not the phone he uses.. this one looks new and updated, you have never seen this phone. His is a much older android since he’s not big on technology. All he needs is a number to call and text and his email, he’s not into fancy cameras or social networking. That’s actually something you love. He’s off the map/off the internet. He’s real and concerned with what’s in front of him. It’s refreshing. That’s why you’re wondering, what’s this? Is it his? Since when?
“What you doing,” he asks watching you stare into his bag. You hadn’t known he was out of the shower.
“Looking for something,” you zip it back turning with a mischievous smile. He approaches slowly, watching you.
“Did you need something? Because I got everything you need.. right here! C’mere girl!” He pounces and you giggle madly when we sweeps you into his arms, his mouth tickling your neck in kisses. He smacks your ass, rubbing it through your dress. “You look too good right now, maybe we should skip dinner and have dinner here.. I could eat if you catch my drift.”
“Shush,” you touch his lips silencing him. “I’ve been trying to go out all week with you, you’re not keeping me here.”
“Fair enough, let me get dressed,” he marches grabbing up his bag where there’s also a change of clothes. You grab his ass through the towel. “Don’t start nothin you ain’t ready to finish,” he warns slipping his black briefs on under the fluffy white towel. He dresses fairly quickly in a smart business casual shirt/tie/slacks combo while you figure out when the best time to ask him about the phone will be. You’ll ask him at dinner, that way you can ease it in there. It’s likely for work, your job gives you a phone too and at a hospital it would make sense for a doctor to have a private number solely for emergencies..
He drives and the two of you ride to the rooftop restaurant over most expensive hotel in the city where he proceeds to spoil you with whatever you want as usual. You don’t explain why you don’t want wine, instead pressing that you’d rather have water.
“Babe, I’ve been a little dehydrated lately,” you say and it changes his course. Now he’s on the water train and encouraging it. “Babe, I’ve got something to ask you,” you lay your fork down looking at him evenly as he searches your eyes in question.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Whose phone was that in your bag?” The question hangs in the air as it visibly caught him off guard. He collects his thoughts and resumes eating.
“That’s my work phone,” he explains just as you thought. You nod, clearing it from your mind, good man, good job, good food, great night. Everything’s going well, the only thing that could make it better is if you told him your news and he got so excited he proposed. Is that too much? Too soon? The relationship feels like you two are headed in that direction, you’ve been patient hoping that he’ll go for it. Don’t even ask you, just do it. You’ll say yes especially now that you have his baby. It’s a hard secret to keep. You sip your water to fill your mouth.
“How was work for you,” he asks and you tell him all about your day working from home. You used part of your lunch break to buy the pregnancy test. That part you leave out. The two of you eat and dance to the light and jazzy music watching the stars on the way back to your studio where you spend the next hour having the most spiritual, orgasmic sex. The moment you’re in the door, you pull at his tie so his lips smash into yours. Your hands grip his neatly braided locs, messing them up and sliding down his prickly throat while he tugs your dress over your head. You make quick work of his button up and then his belt buckle followed by his pants, pulling them impatiently as he hops and you snicker. You get as far as the kitchen counter. His body is heavy on yours pressing you into the counter and leaning you back to kiss and nip at your cleavage up to your neck and back. Your front clasp unhooks in his hand allowing the bra to fall. His hand slips into the front of your black thong rubbing, his fingers getting sucked inside of you as you hold his head, his mouth suckling your nipple, arousing you to desire more.
His tongue pushing in your mouth is distracting, he loves to kiss and he’s good at it. Your legs go up and wrap around his waist while he pushes into you, your panties pushed to the side as he breathes into your mouth. This is how you got pregnant in the first place, He strokes your thighs and kisses your neck, holding you with gentle authority. Talking you through it when you feel that spark. Telling you to “Let it out. Let it baby, let it out. Good girl. Good girl. Cum for daddy. Cum on daddy’s dick. Ooh.. Good girl, baby.”
For an hour.. until he sees the time. “Shit,” he jumps but then remembers you and kisses your forehead sliding out of your sacredness gently. “I gotta go, I gotta get back. I just came by.. I wanted to see you.”
You nod understanding. He’s a surgeon at a prolific hospital with a lot of clients who need round the clock care. He pulls 48 hr shifts.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he rushes throwing his stuff into his bag and pulling his clothes back on sloppily. He turns back from the door to give you one kiss. “Sweet,” he smiles. “I’ll call you.”
Just like that he’s out the door again. You rest on the countertop collecting yourself and breathe wondering when you’ll next see him. You should probably tell him soon.. In the meantime you call your mom and like you thought.. she’s excited. The thing is she thinks Erik should bite the bullet and commit, but she agrees you shouldn’t push him. She says to tell him soon. The longer you wait, the more convoluted things can get and you want the relationship to remain in a good place. You decide.. you’ll tell him in a week. You’ll plan a reveal and hopefully.. it’s alll you’ve dreamed of. In fact, the thought has you excited and planning already. You have notes in your phone of how you’ll do it. You spend the rest of the night after your brief shower thinking about it and playing it out in your mind down to his reaction.
When your phone rings in the middle of the night, you sleepily check the contact and smile. Erik must’ve been thinking about you too. He must’ve gotten a break at the hospital.
“Hey baby,” you smile rolling over to get even more comfortable.
“I’ll say this one time,” a woman’s voice responds to your surprise. “Stay away from my fucking husband or I WILL kill you.”
“Who is this?!” You sit up thoroughly confused at who could be playing on his phone.
“I’m the wife, bitch. Surprise surprise! This is MY family you’re fucking with and I don’t appreciate you calling and fucking my man. He may fuck you in provate but then he comes back to me and youo know why, bitch? This is his home.. with his two kids and his WIFE.”
“Where is Erik,” you demand getting angry.
“Beside me looking stupid as hell. You wanna say something,” she asks. You don’t want to believe it. You listen closely and it’s his voice in the background.. denying you. Saying he never fucked with you and that she’s crazy because he barely knows you. He took your number to be nice and she’s trippin right now. “I’m tripping,” she fusses and suddenly you’re the third party to their argument. “I don’t know what he told you,” she says, “But know he’s not leaving his wife and children for some bitch he doesn’t claim. Now I’m assuming you didn’t know because he ain’t SHIT.. and because of that I’m not there in that little shoebox he’s been taking money out of MY kids’ mouths to pay for.. whooping your ass. I’m deleting your number from this lil beat up drug phone and-”
The call drops. You don’t call back. You sit up instead staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Scenarios go through your mind. Should you call back and tell him off? If it’s her, do you apologize? You don’t want to talk to her at all. You don’t even want to talk to him. What about the baby? Should you still tell him? Do you even want him in your life and the baby’s life after hearing the things you just heard? You wipe the tears from your eyes and swallow the knot in your throat. Should you call your mom back to talk? No, you don’t really want to talk about this, it feels like a fresh wound. You slide back under the covers and look at your phone rethinking everything he’s ever said and texted to you. Never did you think it would be you in this situation. You never knew people could lie that thouroughly with no care for anyone but themselves. All the wasted time, every kind and lovely word, every I love you, every kiss and gentle touch,, was part of a crafted lie. What else had he lied about?
Somewhere in their arguing, you heard the woman call him N’Jadaka.
You scour the internet on a whim trying different spellings and it takes you the next hour but your searches finally produce social media accounts that are public. Pictures of two kids fill the albums along with random tired memes and then there’s a beautiful woman posing with the two kids. It takes some zooming because he has no selfies posted, but in the mirror reflection of the photo with the woman smiling between two small kids, you see his face. You wipe your eyes again and again until they’re raw.
You stare at that picture realizing that the child you’re pregnant with will never know him the way the kids in the photo know him. You won’t give him the chance. In fact, you don’t want him to be the father at all. The thought of him still being inside of you makes you itch. The love you thought was secured is something you never had and it hurts to be reminded. So you make a decision. No more. No more ties, no more Erik, no more baby. You’ll make an appointment tomorrow with Planned Parenthood.
The next morning you get to work in your living room with the decision in your head. Keep the baby or abort it. You already told your mom about the baby. You were so excited thinking about having a family, but now.. you scream silently pressing your temples while on a conference call with your camera off. You find the number online for planned parenthood and step away from your laptop to call scheduling an appointment. Though that part is done, you don't feel any better. You don't feel peace. You feel anger and like you're losing everything at once. It's overwhelming to feel that and work at the same time. He's taken so much from you.
You hear a baby coo loudly and Meagan apologizes and mutes her mic. The timing of it gives you second thoughts. Do you really want to lose this baby? All because of him, why should you? Just because he's a mess doesn't mean you shouldn't have this kid. Good things come from fucked up situations all the time. You decide you'll keep the appointment but that baby is coming into the world. You wanna meet them and love on them. You want to feel the pure love radiating from your blessing and take care of a tiny angel even if it's alone. You'll do it. Just you and your baby.
You decide to take a brief walk into the outside air to ground yourself and your thoughts. I walk down the steps, thinking steps ahead. Preparedness. Pregnancy books. Lamaze. And in a stroke of clumsiness, you fall. You fall down one flight of stairs and then another.. into a concussion.
You wake up in a hospital where they're afraid to tell you the news.. the news that you already suspect and have been laying in the hospital bed crying over.
You miscarried.
The End
Lemme tell you something! I was enjoying this story and I completely forgot this was an Aint Shit Erik story 😭😭😂😂
“I’ll say this one time,” a woman’s voice responds to your surprise. “Stay away from my fucking husband or I WILL kill you.”
The way that caught me off guard like I was the damn side chick 😭😭🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️ like holdddd up ma’am you can keep ya raggedy ass nigga and deletus the fetus
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (3)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
divider by: @firefly-graphics
(the reader is about two and a half months at this point)
Another school week had come to a close and you still hadn't been able to have a proper meal without the aid of ginger ale by your side. your advanced placement section had just left, and most of the high school was clearing out or joining their afterschool activities. You sighed packing your books and laptop away in your tote bag. Before you could shut off your desktop you heard a soft knock on your door.
You turned around and saw Aria Evans standing in your doorway with her basketball uniform on. She was not only brilliant at academics but in sports as well. Basketball in the fall, soccer in the spring. She was guaranteed to get into a stunning university.
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting. (1)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice.
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
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a month prior
Chris was getting older, there was no denying that. He was forty and still hadn’t found the ‘one,’ yet. Every relationship he had entered seemed to go in the same pattern of amazing highs and devastating lows, them all resulting in a breakup. So after much thought, he found himself jerking off over a small test tube trapping his sample inside. Hoping one day, his true love will be in possession of it and they can begin his dream—a big happy Boston family.
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (2)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
divider by: @firefly-graphics
You looked down at your sweaty palms as you rode the elevator up to the one and only penthouse of the address you had been given. This luxury Boston complex was one you’d never thought you’d be able to see the inside of, until now.
You were still grappling with the idea of being newly pregnant in the most unconventional way and by the most unconventional person imaginable. You sat by your beside all Friday evening looking up pictures of Chris, watching his talk show interviews and looking at his socials. You also sat at your bed side looking at the tiny vile of pills. Something in you wanted to chug them and leave this whole thing behind you, this whole nightmare. But another part of you wanted this—whatever this was.
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𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 — 𝐶𝒉𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠
𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — Chris Evans x Fem!reader
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — SMUT, Spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving),
𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 — No, I didn't skip a day that's just my kinktober. No proof read! don't forget to reblog and comment! *not my gif
• KINKTOBER
Chris was never a fan of secrets, he hated them. Always saying that both of you have to be honest with each other by everything including you sexual thoughts.
You shared his opinion, but you were to insecure to tell him your desires thanks to your previous boyfriend. Who once you informed him about your kinks expressed to you how crazy you were for thinking he would do such disgusting things and you only told him about spanking.
You didn’t know what Chris thought about it, you also only had been together for a few months, so the sex was still vanilla, and Chris was a god when it came to sex. He always made sure you were okay and did nothing without your consent, he didn’t come after two minuts and made you climax.
Chris was not only good in bed, he could as well see when something upset you or turned you on. It was the moment he walked into the kitchen where you were cooking and gave your butt a playful slap.
You let out a squeak in surprise making Chris laugh at you. You felt heat creep up in your cheeks as you smacked him on the arm.
“Oh, come on don’t be so sensitive.” He teased you with amused smirk. Chris found it amusing but going after your reaction he had a theory why you had acted that way.
Over the course of the next few day he continually smacked your ass, and the reaction was always the same. You became hot and flustered, tensed up a bit.
You sat on the couch reading one of your favourite books when you felt to warm hand run down your arms from behind. Chris lowered his head down to your ear whispering. “Take off your clothes.”
Your eyes widend and a streak of heat pulled through your core. “W-What?” You two had sex before but it was always in the heat of the moment and never-. “I don’t like repeating myself sweetheart.” He growled.
Not wanting to anger him you started unbuttoning you blouse and pulled you trousers down leaving you in your bra and thong.
Chris took a good look at you as he rounded you before sitting down on the couch.
“Sit.” He ordered, you instantly did as told but apparently you misunderstood him and sat down next to him. Chris made a ‘tsk’ sound and motioned to his lap.
You quickly moved on his lap, Chris grabbed you hips and turned you on your stomache. He gently stroked your ass cheek before landing a firm slap on it causing you to gasp.
“Chris!” You breathed out surprised.
Chris hand trailed down to your core that was throbbing. “Would you look at this…that beautiful pussy is soaking wet from just a few words and a slap on the ass.” He dived his fingers inside you pulling a moan from you as his rough fingers stroked your spongy walls.
You thought he would make you come but he pulled his fingers back to your ass, painting it in your glistening wetness
The next slap was loud in your ears, jerking more at the sound of it then the sensation itself.
“How about you count these huh?” He asked not giving you a chance to argue. You nodded in response but that wasn’t enough for him. “Words sweetheart.” He told you.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and mumbled a ‘yes’.
“One.” You whimpered at the sound filled the room once again. “Fuck, two.” Chris loved the effect spanking had on you and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The time flew by, and your ass was in a light shape of red.
“Where you at sweetheart?” He asked rubbing your cheeks softly. “Tw-Twenty.” You stuttered trying to catch your breath.
Chris looked at you deciding what he would do next, he enjoyed spanking you but his cock underneath you was rock hard, and he needed relief. Something came to his mind that he always wanted to try out.
He lifted you up and sat you properly down on his lap. “Untie my pants.” He demanded and you did as told. You pulled his cock out and stroke it a few you times before you were lifted up once again. “Pull you panties to the side.”
You fingers traced down to your cunt, pushing the panties to side as you felt your wetness.
Chris sat you down on his cock receiving a groan from him. “so fucking tight.” He mumbled. You weren’t ready for what was coming next, thinking he wanted you to ride him your expectations were high.
Instead Chris moved his hips up and fucked into your pussy. With one hit he already hit all the right spots leaving you a moaning mess.
“You feel so warm.” He grunted. “Chris…please-“ Chris gave you a harsh thrust silencing you. His hand came up to your neck gripping it, making you look right into his eyes. "I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth unless it's a moan."
𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠 —
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Dangerous Woman
Summary: you’ve been a thorn in Lloyd’s side for too long. Turned out you were wearing him down.
Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dub/non con towards the end, creampie, rough sex, name calling, if there’s any tags I missed please tell me lol
(A/N: there’s no way I’m alone in my new obsession with Lloyd Hensen so I wrote this fic hoping others would see my vision. Unedited. Like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)
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It was an understatement to say that Lloyd saw you as a thorn in his side.
The way you seemed to pop up wherever he may be. Trying to get your hands on the same shit as him. Who the hell did you even think you were, trying to step to him. Must have been out of your goddamn mind.
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Verboten Passion
A very loose interpretation of Hero & Leander, a Greek myth, but make it Cult. Original character Quin x Chris Evans. Surprise! This is my 2nd Chris Evans fic.
Chapter 1: Blood on the Altar
I’m already in love with this story and it’s only chapter one 😭😭😮💨😮💨
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
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Teach
When you call Prince's mother Kelendria for the umpteenth time, it's for your records since Ms. Girl is so tough to reach.
She'd made a point to tell you at the start of the year she was "elbow deep in guts around the saving lives so between 8 and 3 he is your problem." The word Bitch sat on the tip of your tongue but you bit it for the sake of your job, your class, and the 5'5 pubescent terror known as Prince Stevens.
"Who's this?"
"Mr. Stevens. This is Ms. Y/N from Medgar Middle, Prince's teacher."
"Call Kelendria."
"I'M CALLIN YOU," you rush. "We need to discuss Prince's behavior before it gets too bad."
"Behavior? ..He acting up in class?"
"Yes! I need you to meet me at the school to discuss solutions. When is good for you?" Your pen clicks to record that you spoke with him because you're sick of parental bullshit and they need to be responsible for their kids.
"3:15 tomorrow, I gotta take leave. Keep him there for me."
"BRING ACETONE!"
You roll your eyes leaving behind your empty classroom and the dick drawn on Prince's desk. Tomorrow is the day it gets dealt with.
The next day is math drills. Review, review, review. You deal with the average middle school angst, self discovery, and choas. Girls drowning you in a mix of Bath & Body Works that still won't combat the underarm funk in the room and hallways. You put 10 problems on the board and call 10 kids to solve them, Prince as #10. Just as expected.. his lil smart ass refuses to participate.
"When we gonna use this?"
"Sometimes you gotta do work and not ask a thousand questions or you lose time and money," you sigh since he wanna get real. "You also need it to pass my class."
"It's bullshit."
"Language! Don't make me tell you again, Prince you tapdancing on my last nerve."
"When is David gonna use this," he points, "when he's working at Burger King? McDonald's makes you factor fuckin equations now?"
"Strike 2, you can have an opinion but you won't disrepect me or this class. I will kick you out if you continue or you can go up to the board and solve for #10."
"Relax, you make 35,000 and that's probably generous."
"Office. Now. I'll get with you later."
The dick on the desk, the smart ass comments, refusal to participate, disrespecting his peers has got to stop.
"Fine, by the way Jackson you moved the 2 and you should've moved the 2x, you're supposed to isolate the variable. You know, get it to one side? ...Dumbass."
"OFFICE."
"Enjoy your village of idiots."
3:00 doesn't come soon enough. Prince tries to barrel by you and leave with his classmates but he's got detention and he's picked the right one to push. Y'all bout the same height, kid where.
"SITYOASSDOWN," a militant voice barks from behind you nearly sending you to God early. Prince rolls his eyes but you notice he sits his ass down quickly. "Put your hands on your teacher again you gone have to fight me and I'm a knock the teeth out your mouth. You hear me? Boy don't-"
"Yes sir," Prince sighs from his desk. You move to the side to let his fine ass father in and he points to the grafiti dick.
"You do that? ..That was a question."
"That's why I asked for acetone," you say when Prince shuts down nonresponsive. "That's been on the desk now for 2 days."
"Get up. Take this," Mr. Stevens orders his son who does it without lip. "Clean it up. And this classroom. I'm a deal with you later, but I'm a talk to your teacher."
You lead him to the hall and share all that's been going on, including your inability to reach his mama. They're split apparently and Kelendria has been putting all her anger into working. Some of that anger fell to Prince causing him to take it out on you and his classmates.
"We both work full-time, but you can call me going forward. Here's my cell phone," he recites the number as you plug it in and save it wondering if he always looks at people like this. Those smiling eyes like he's only got eyes for you in that very moment.
If he wasn't still married to Prince's mama.. No, not even then, he's still a parent of one of her students..
Still he is 90s fine, that fine that's hard to come by.
"Aside from his behavior, Prince is really smart for someone his age. I think he's bored in class. That could also be a reason for his impatience.. I've been giving him 10th grade math assignments to keep him busy but he's finishing that quickly too now."
"You saying I should skip him?"
"Well the school doesn't initiate any of those processes but if you were interested, I'd say it's an option."
"Okay," he nods taking it in, "Well I'm free some days after 5. I'd like to meet you somewhere for dinner, my treat, that way we can discuss it further."
"Oh excellent," you smirk feeling like it might be a sign. If Prince ain't your student you can flirt with his daddy.. but then again when would you ever see his daddy... DILEMMA.
"Ok let's make it soon, this week."
"Tomorrow."
He smiles. "Perfect.. You know, I might have to go a lil easy on the kid if acting up means we get to meet like this." He moves to look in the classroom finding it clean with Prince still scrubbing at the desk having gotten most of the marker off. "Finish that and let's go!"
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Hi! How are you??? I hope that everything is fine <3 <3 <3
Can you recommend me some romance books? or fanfics ? Anything that has a black woman as the main character.
Thanks a lot <3
Hi my lovely!!! I’m hanging in there! How are you? I hope you’re well sis 💙!
@chaneajoyyy is excellent w/ recommendations but I do have a couple up my sleeve tho!
In the Morning - @sheabuttahwrites (has 3 chapters)
Create With Me? - @twistedcharismaaa (has 2 chapters)
I hope you enjoy!!!! 🥰✨
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Lost & Found Pt 4
Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.
Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I’m finally back with another chapter. I really struggled piecing this chapter together so I really hope you guys enjoy! Leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary, I love you guys so much! Enjoy!
Micah’s eyes left yours for a brief moment. He inhaled and leaned his head back on the wall and readjusted his shades on his face. He watched his calculated chaos unfold in the elevator which gave him much delight.
“You know I told you my name…” he said while raising a finger and wagging it dramatically.
“You even told me your boyfriend’s name, but you never told me yours.” he continued.
You slowly pulled off your rubber yellow cleaning gloves one by one and tossed them on the supply cart. You crossed your arms and leaned back on the wall behind you letting your eyes trail the many lit elevator buttons.
“Charisma,” you answered with a subtle smirk on your face.
“Charisma? You know I’m full of that,” he said while placing his right hand on his chest proudly.
Again, you found yourself laughing. You shook your head and rolled your eyes towards the ceiling before eyeing him once more with a half-smirk.
“That I can clearly see,” you answered.
“You know what I want to see right now?” he quizzed while pulling off his black shades and stuffing them in the pouch of his all-black hoodie.
“Indulge me,” you responded completely intrigued.
“Me and you having lunch,” he said while waving his hands in the air theatrically as if he was actually visualizing it.
“So, are you hungry, lady?” he asked with a raised brow.
You inhaled silently and eyed the elevator for a short moment. Letting your eyes wander from wall to wall. Finally, you fixated on a painting that rested on the wall behind him. You’ve seen this painting a thousand times before but today, for whatever reason, it caught your attention. You admired its simplicity which made it even more elegant. You visually found pleasure in the contrasting colors of blue and red. The uneven brushstrokes seemed to tell a story that mirrored yours. It was a painting of a cup that was half-full. Or was it half-empty? Looking past Micah you spoke lowly.
“If I told you a secret, would you keep it?” you asked still eyeing the painting.
“Absolutely,” he responded.
“This is the most I’ve laughed in a while,” you admitted while swallowing slowly. Now locking eyes with him, you continued to lean on the wall behind you for support. You bit down on your bottom lip nervously and waited for his response.
“And why is that?” he questioned.
“Life hasn’t been so kind to me lately. I’m figuring things out - figuring me out actually. So I don’t know if I’m the perfect candidate to have lunch with.” you said while changing positions. This time, you shifted your weight off of the wall’s surface and placed both hands on the supply cart. You watched the elevator doors close and open. The classical music playing in the background seemed to intensify. Or maybe this moment was intensifying?
“I have a secret too since we’re sharing,” he admitted. You enjoyed his speaking voice. It oozed calmness and embodied serenity.
“I saw you last night at the club. You looked beautiful by the way. While I was on stage, all I wanted to do was dive in and save you. I would take you away if you’d let me. Lunch is just the first step.” he said while eyeing your frame subtly.
Your heartbeat quickened as your palms grew sweaty. He watched you like you were the only thing that mattered. His intense, penetrating eyes piercing right through made you weak. It scared you but intrigued you.
“You’re famous. You whisk away every girl that you find pretty?” you quizzed trying to make sense of it all. Just last night, you had a man that refused to touch you. Just hours ago, you were neglected in every way that you could think of. And now, you have a caramel kissed man standing in front of you treating as if you were the purest diamond. As if you were rare, unique, and completely hard to find.
You watched a smile dance across his full lips. He shook his head and licked his lips before answering.
“I hate being famous actually. For many different reasons that I, unfortunately, don’t have enough time to tell you. We’re running out time lady.” he said while watching the elevator buttons. “It’s hard finding authenticity in people. It’s hard finding real love, real emotion, real music - I can literally go on and on. Everyone hides behind facades and masks. You’re different. You’ve always been you it’s just no one was insightful enough to pay attention.” he continued.
You finally reached your destined floor. The doors opened and you felt your heart sink. You didn’t want him to go.
“Thank you for making me smile today,” you said softly.
“Best believe, it was my pleasure. See you around Charisma,” he responded while holding the elevator door open for you. You reluctantly exited the elevator and waved him goodbye.
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After a tedious day of working hard, you decided to attend your appointment with Tiffany, your trusted therapist. After the loss of the baby, you’ve been seeing a Tiffany inconsistently. By nature, you were instinctively self-reliant due to your own insecurities and the insecurities forced on you by others. Desmonde thought it was a waste of money and your friends who you barely speak to now had their own speculations. You viewed Tiffany as a human diary, holding your precious secrets - holding your darkest memories. There were times where you made progress and had these astounding revelations ready to make leaps and bounds in life and unfortunately, there were times you left feeling the absolute same. Consistently, inconsistent with your mental health, with your emotions, with your goals, and with your dreams. Maybe you cared too much? Too little? Maybe you were broken beyond repair? You grew up in a single-parent household where your mother showered you in the healthiest love and attention. Every time you needed her she was there. Constantly, going over and beyond for you - with you. But with her passing at the tender age of 20, it seemed as if life came at you like a raging storm. Quickly, devouring you piece by piece and brick by brick. At 21, you dropped out of college. Working like a dog and living check to check. At 21, you met Desmonde and fell for him and by 22 you were pregnant. Now at the new fresh age of 23, you were alone again.
Tiffany opened her office door and greeted you with the brightest smile. She wore a sky blue buttoned blouse and grey slacks. She wore her hair down making her amber highlights easy to notice. You greeted her with a smile and a warm hello before entering her office. Casually taking a seat, you noticed that she redecorated. Had it been that long since you’ve been here?
“How are you feeling today?” she asked while opening her mustard yellow notepad.
“Confused,” you said while tugging at the sleeve of your dark red hoodie.
“Hmmm. Why is that? Oh, and happy belated before I forget,” she quizzed attentively.
“Thank you. I actually broke up with Desmonde on my birthday. I don’t mean to make it as aggressive as it sounds. I just didn’t know how else to um say that.” you admitted still fidgeting with your sleeve.
“What brought this on?” she asked now actively scribbling in her notepad.
“At this point, I’m convinced it was inevitable,” you answered now making direct eye contact.
“How so?”
“He didn’t touch me, nurture me, educate me, push me - He didn’t do a lot of things. My cup was always half empty with him.”
“You’ve been together for quite some time, right? So why did you stay? If he didn’t water you or stimulate you? Why give him so much of your time?”
“I stayed because I thought he was what I deserved,” you admitted.
“Why do you think you deserve to be wilted and neglected?” she questioned.
“That’s a question I keep asking myself honestly,” you responded.
“It sounds like this break up with Desmonde brought self-awareness to you,” she suggested.
“Can I ask you something?” you quizzed.
“Of course,” she answered smiling meekly.
“I’m naturally closed off. But today, I had the deepest conversation with a stranger. What does that mean?”
“What did you talk about?”
“I admitted to him that I was practically unhappy,” you said while finally resting your busy hand. No longer messing with your sleeve.
“That’s very interesting. And his response was?”
“His response was that he would rescue me if I’d let him. And the crazy thing is I believed him,” you said feeling a smile grace your lips.
“This stranger sounds like quite the charmer,” she said smirking and taking more notes casually.
“His name is Micah. He’s a guest at the hotel,” you admitted.
“So not a stranger then?” she quizzed.
“ An acquaintance I suppose?” you replied.
“So, you’re questioning why you’re doing something that’s typically out of your guarded character? Yes?”
“Yes,” you stated.
“Maybe subconsciously you want something different. Different responses attract different reactions. You put out a different response because internally you’re longing to break routine. After feeling half-empty for so long, it’s only normal to crave to feel full.”
“He asked me to lunch. I declined at first of course. But now, I’m reconsidering because of note he left me while I was cleaning his room.”
“What did it say?” she asked completely enticed.
“I-I have it in my pocket. I’ll read it to you.” you stuttered.
Slowly pulling the note from your pocket, you cleared your voice and read it aloud.
“Listening to music doing nothing but thinking of you. Thinking of your body and how it was handcrafted by God. Each curve sexier than the last. My mind keeps reminiscing about your sweet smile and how it fiercely ignites me while softly illuminating my soul. Those soft plump lips begging to be kissed on. I never have seen a woman so radiant. I’ve never seen eyes so captivating and so pure. I continuously watch you - study you in hopes that I can understand your beautiful complexity. I can see the brokenness. I know we barely know each other, but everything happens for a reason. I hope that you’ll let me kiss you in every area that he’s hurt you. But first, let me be a friend. - Micah”
Before you knew it, tears streamed down your cheeks connecting down to your chin.
“Why are you crying Charisma?” Tiffany inquired.
“I haven’t had a friend in a very long time,” you answered honestly.
“There is no perfect way to heal. Healing comes in many different forms. It can come through isolation, art, family, new scenery, and friends. Charisma, maybe it’s time for a friend.”
You nodded in acceptance and quietly thought to yourself about the painting from earlier. Cup half-empty or cup half-full? It’s all open to interpretation. All you knew is that you’re ready to be full. To be whole.
Interrupting your thoughts, Tifanny posed a question.
“So what do you say Charisma?”
“I say, it’s a date. I need a friend more than I need anything else right now. It’s a date.” you answered.
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“I hope that you’ll let me kiss you in every area that he’s hurt you.” MICAHHH?!?? Girl, listen, go have that lunch! Let him kiss the pain away!
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