Sometimes I Fall Off But I Always Come Back...

Sometimes I fall off but I always come back...

Rating: Mature.

Words: 2.7k

If you had been counting the seconds you were certain would be into the thousands before you noticed the text that was so subtly placed at the bottom of his latest gym selfie. 

‘Sometimes I fall off but I always come back.’

Yes you do, Lewis, yes you fucking do. Somehow you ALWAYS come back. 

Usually you were so careful to not be caught viewing his Insta stories, it was so important to you that you made it seem like you cared nothing at all for him anymore, even if that wasn’t entirely true. Most of the time it was fine but this instance you were carelessly tapping across stories when his freshly posted story popped up on your screen. 

It was too late the second it appeared on your screen, he would know you saw it, he would know that you knew he was in the city, he would also know, somehow, that every fibre of your being would be tempted by that revelation, and it was. 

It was 30 degrees outside, you were sitting around a table at your favourite rooftop bar in the cutest two piece with your friends but you were pretty sure in that moment that the short breaths, the beads of sweat and the tingle you felt in between your closed thighs were all down to him, in fact you knew they were. There wasn’t a temperature on earth, nor was there an amount of alcohol that you could consume that would make you feel just as he had always made you feel, even when you hadn’t seen him for some time. 

He was in the city, Lewis was in your city, in fact he was only a 15 minute car ride from where you were right now, you knew that because you had done the trip many times before - many many times before. 

Lewis was in his gym, most of it still familiar from the last time you were there, you could even see the bench he sat on as you rode him in front of the mirror just so he could watch the way your ass rolled on him. You thought often of that moment, of the way he was fawning over every little dimple in your skin, tracing the lines of your stretch marks as he growled so deeply, unashamed of the sounds he made as you brought him to the depths of pleasure whilst he showered a body you had often been so cruel to, with love. 

“I have to…I have to go, sorry.” 

You sank the rest of your cocktail in quick succession, avoiding eye contact with your annoyed but not surprised friends, this had happened so many times before, they need not even ask where you were going, they already knew. 

“He will only hurt you again…” 

The logical tone of your best friend was the last thing you heard before you were out of there, having already called an Uber to meet you outside before you had left the table, you were on your way to his before you could even finish tracing the bead of sweat that fell down his abs in the picture, the bead of sweat you salivated at the thought of licking off of him in a matter of minutes time. 

-

It was bold of you to presume that he wouldn’t have changed the code to his gate, it had been a long time since you were last there, yet he hadn’t, it was still exactly the same, almost as if he was daring you to come back to him, leaving the door metaphorically and physically open for you to do just that. 

One knock turned into three, using the reflection of his door knocker you checked yourself out one last time before the door was unlocked remotely, granting you permission into his world once more and you knew just how to find him. 

His house was quiet, you could be mistaken for thinking he wasn’t even home but you knew he was waiting for you, and you knew exactly where too. 

Pushing open the door of the gym, it took your eyes no longer than a millisecond to lock onto the man who was doing bicep curls in the mirror. He didn’t turn to greet you at first, locking eyes with you through the reflection, he waited for you to speak first. 

“Hi Lewis…” 

There was a nervous energy to your tone, he could sense it too, putting down the weights he finally turned to you. 

“Hello, you.” 

-

Sat on the very bench he last fucked you on, clad only in the thinest black shorts, Lewis stared at you as if he was daring you to make the first move with him. 

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to tell me why you are here?” 

The smirk on his face was so self assured it irritated you, yet he had every right to be so confident, both of you knew what had brought you there, and both of you knew exactly why, he just needed to hear you say it. 

“I…I was at the bar and…Well, I missed you.” 

His smirk dissipated slightly, his eyebrow raised, a look that told you he knew you weren’t being entirely honest. 

“You missed me or you missed…it?” 

You felt your mouth salivate with excitement as he freed his dick from the restraint of his shorts, allowing it to spring to attention, attention that had captivated you from the moment you saw his hand reach into his shorts. 

“Both...shit, both…” 

It was impossible to hide the excitement on your face, not once had you stopped looking at the hardness that tempted you, not that he seemed to care. He let you linger there in that moment for a while, just to watch the torture on your face.

“Come here.” 

The command in his voice only served to turn you on more, of course you obliged. Walking over to him you finally met his eyes once more, his intense soul piercing gaze burned dark with lust, a look you were oh so familiar with. 

Lewis drew you down to his level, brushing his nose over yours, allowing his breath to tickle your cheek as he teased your lips with his own, never quite granting you a kiss but threatening it nonetheless. 

Cupping your chin in between his thumb and his forefinger he caught your gaze once more, placing the softest of kisses on your lips finally, so soft you could be convinced it never happened, before he parted his lips once more. 

“Show me how much you missed it.” 

You fell to your knees so quickly the skin of your knees stung, not caring for your own comfort you were hungry for the dick that was now just inches from your lips, wrapping a hand around the base you kissed the tip as Lewis held the back of your head. 

“No hands yet baby, let me feel all of that pretty little throat first.” 

Your skirt rose up around your waist as you took him further into your mouth, slowly you took every single inch of him, nuzzling the tip of your nose into his still neatly trimmed tufts of curly hair at his base. Lewis held you there, a groan escaping his lips every time he felt you fight your gag reflex around him, he got off on the sounds of you struggling to hold him there, not because he wanted to torture you, he just loved how much you wanted to please him. 

“Mmm, good girl…such a very good girl.” 

-

Lewis smiled as he watched you catch your breath, your mouth dripping with saliva that he was happy to help wipe away for you with his thumb. 

“Need more?” 

He knew just how hungry you always were for more of him, a hunger that never seemed to be satisfied no matter how many times you had him, and you had him many times. 

You wasted no time in answering him with the best way you knew how, taking him back into your mouth, this time you were allowed to work him with your hands too, making him fall back a little with pleasure and he moaned out curse word after curse word, fighting the urge to close his eyes with the want to watch what he had often told you, was his favourite girl suck his dick. 

Breathing was secondary, an inconvenience in that moment, when you wanted to do nothing but satisfy the man above you. Time after time you let him hit the back of your throat, moment after moment you fought back against your need to breathe, if you could have negated need for anything else and to just stay in that moment, Lewis’ dick buried in your throat as every little groan left his lips to praise you, the strokes of your hair, of your face, the jolts of his body, told you of all the ways you made him feel good, you would have. 

-

It was quite the contradiction how gentle he was with you as he urged you off of him, guiding your lips back to his so he could kiss you deeper this time, before he pulled away a little. 

“Stand up.” 

You wondered for a moment, if he even knew how hot he sounded as he commanded you, you wondered if he played to it on purpose or if it just came naturally, either way nothing was sexier to you in that moment. 

The very moment you did just as you were told, Lewis let his hands find the outside of your thighs, being so careful to not break eye contact he let his fingers trace up your skin until he found just what he was looking for, your panties. 

So expertly he pulled them off of you, allowing them to gather at your feet, he guided you out of them without you even noticing, still looking into your eyes his tongue fell to your clit with little effort, a smile drew across his lips as he felt you tremble with pleasure. His tongue drew careful circles on your clit, holding you up as he felt you grow weaker and weaker under his control, waves of intense pleasure rippled through your body before it came to an abrupt halt as Lewis turned you around. 

“Sit down baby, it’s time I showed you how much I missed you.” 

He led you down onto him so gently, yet he didn’t give you a moment to adjust to him, letting the entirety of his thickness stretch you immediately, revelling in the gasp you let out as he filled you whole. 

His lips danced violent kisses along your neck, nibbling on the skin as he enjoyed the hug of your walls for a moment, one hand cupping your breast, the other placed at the top of your thigh, his fingers dancing over your nub, teasing the throbbing more and more until he decided it was time to remind you of exactly what you were missing out on. 

Placing one of your feet on his knees, he commanded the other to do the same, laying you back into the support of his body.

“Look in the mirror…” 

You did as you were told, shocked by how explicit the sight was at first, it looked like a scene from something that belonged on the Hub yet knowing that it was his dick that was inside of you, his thighs that held all of your weight, his lips that seemed to never quite be able to pull away from the skin of your neck for very long, made you find a confidence you didn't know you had. 

He stole your breath from you the very moment he began to fuck up into you with little care, deep hard thrusts that meant there was not a moment for you to catch it again, especially not with his hand wrapped around your throat so he could growl into your ear as his other hand tapped on your clit just enough to make you feel its presence, careful he was to not push you over the edge so quickly, so selfish he was for control. 

“This pussy…baby, fuck…this pussy, who owns it?” 

His breath hitched in his throat, each word was a struggle as he fucked you, a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion washed over him, yet he had to ask you, he always had to ask you. 

“Yours…it is always yours, Lewis.” 

He never doubted it, it wasn’t confirmation he needed nor was it reassurance, Lewis knew it belonged to him, he had always known, but every part of him loved to hear you moan exactly that. 

“You watching how I’m fucking you?” 

Lewis growled the words into your ear as he nibbled on it. You nodded a response, that was about all you could manage as your mouth was too busy moaning. 

“You see how your pussy was made to take me, baby?” 

Again you nodded, you saw it, of course you saw it, you believed no one looked as good together as the both of you did, the mirror only confirmed it. 

“Now watch how I make this pussy purr for me.” 

The strokes were somehow deeper now, his tapping on your clit became circling so rapidly that you felt yourself quickly lose control. How was it possible that a man who hadn’t had you in so long, still knew exactly how to work your body? 

“Mmm don’t hold back, baby…I can feel how close you are.” 

You could tell from the husk of his voice that he was right there with you too, waiting patiently for you to reach your peak before he would ever entertain his own. 

“Lewis…please…” 

You were begging him for a release he was working hard to give you, yet you needed to beg him, you needed him to know that only he could give you exactly what your body, and your mind,  needed at that moment. 

“I know, baby, I know…give it to me, I’ve got you…I promise, I’ve got you…let go…” 

As the last syllables of his words left his lips you felt the explosion happen, a knot had built so tightly inside of you that the moment it released you lost all control, rendering all of your senses paralysed you could feel nothing but the man that was beginning to crumble under you too. 

His soothing words had turned quickly into moans, hisses in your ear as he felt you squeeze him until you drew out his explosion too. Lewis thrust into you quickly, sloppily, until every last drop of his cum was laced over your walls, his cock throbbing as his high lessened, your pussy doing just the same. 

-

He didn’t rush to lift you off of him, nor did he try to take himself out of you, instead he allowed you to rotate your hips every so slightly, an exhausted movement yet a movement you always did, Lewis knew how much you loved to keep him inside of you, how even in your most sensitive state, feeling him against your walls felt too good to lose. 

It felt like hours passed when really it was only minutes, still sat in the same position, his dick never quite softening inside of you, you kissed passionately, both of you sweaty, both of you overwhelmed, yet nothing you had done until that moment had really shown how much you missed each other. 

You began to stir first, as Lewis felt you attempt to stand up he held you down with his fingertips against your upper thighs just to kiss you some more. 

“You have somewhere to be?” 

Both of you knew that no matter how you answered this question, it would be the same response from him. You shook your head. 

“Good, because I’m not quite done with you yet. Let me get you all cleaned up.” 

He lifted you up with ease, finally slipping out of you with a dick that still was semi hard. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to touch it and so you wrapped your hand around his dick once more. 

“Already? Damn baby, you really did miss it…” 

“I missed you too, Lewis.” 

You stroked his ego to the same rhythm you stroked his dick. 

“But maybe I missed this just a little more.” 

You giggled as you felt the sting of his hand slapped against your ass cheek as he commanded you to the next room he was going to make you fall apart in.

Fresh Start

Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “We all have our reasons”

Summary: Y/N is a non-practicing witch, living her own peaceful life in a small town after running away from home a few years ago. Stefan shows up looking to do the same thing and pretending to be human, although Y/N realizes he’s a vampire on-sight. They don’t press him, though, even as they start dating. When things start to get more serious, however, they can’t continue ignoring the secrets and truths of each others’ pasts.

Word Count: 2,228

Category: Fluff, little bit of Angst

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive family, no details or descriptions

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“We’re closed- oh, hey Stef.”

“Hey, Y/N.” My friend and boyfriend of about the last month gave me a small smile as he walked through the door of my bar. We were closed for the night, so I’d briefly been bracing myself to throw out somebody who didn’t realize or want to accept that fact, but Stefan came to spend time with me as I closed things down pretty regularly.

We’d met in this same bar just over a month ago. Stefan had just arrived in town, and after moving into his house on the edge of town, he’d wandered into the bar to start introducing himself to everyone. I’d served him a drink while we chatted, and we’d actually hit it off the bat fairly quickly, which I hadn’t been expecting to do with a vampire.

He hadn’t officially told me he was a vampire yet, of course. But I was an out-of-practice witch. And just because I’d left my coven and come here for a different life, didn’t mean I couldn’t still clock a vampire from a hundred yards out.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ⋆ LANDO NORRIS

pairing: lando norris x teammate!reader

summary: do they really hate each other like they said they do?

requested by: this ask

ツ A/N: should i write a part 2 to this? anyways, i changed it up a little! hope you still like it! let me know if you want to be tagged if theres a part 2? :)

You thought you would get along well with him, but turns out for some damn reason you didn’t. He disliked you and you had no idea why.

You figured you would stop racking your brain on trying to find a reason why he doesn’t seem to like you and just move on with it. So what did you do?

You treated him the way he treated you of course.

★★★

Your rivalry and hate towards each other quickly caught the attention of everyone on the grid, some saying that this rivalry will soon blossom into a friendship, possibly into something more than that.

Your season was going well so far, but you couldn’t say the same for Lando. He had multiple problems with his car and you could just see the frustration bubble up every single time he couldn’t deliver.

If he weren’t so mean and cold to you, you would’ve cheered him up but oh well.

The post race conference were where it hit hardest for him.

One by one, journalists were flaming him, rubbing it to him about the shit year he’s having and the even shittier race he just finished. And he just kept his cool to the shit that was being thrown at him.

You disliked him, sure, but you weren’t heartless.

“Um,” You chimed in to your mic. “I think that’s enough, no? We all understand that Lando didn’t perform as we would like him to, but this shouldn’t be a reason for everyone here to throw all these stupid questions at him. He’s a talented driver and we all know that. It’s just not his year. So, is anyone going to start asking him some real questions? Like how he managed to finish P10 despite having mechanical problems or should I retire and become a journalist instead?”

The crowd laughs at the ending of your sentence. You leaned back in to your seat, not even looking his way. But you knew that he was thankful you said something to stop it… at least you’d hope so.

★★★

Another Sunday quickly came and went. The race was over and this time, Lando managed to finish P3 alongside a Ferrari 1-2. They all went out to celebrate, even inviting you along. You politely decline, deciding to call it a night.

Luckily, the race was in Monaco, so instead of going back to a hotel, you were making your way back home.

It was well into the morning, and you had somehow fallen asleep on your sofa. You awoke to the TV screen displaying “Are you still watching” so you switched it off and headed to the kitchen before making your way to your room.

You were sipping on your drink when you heard your phone ring. Who the fuck is calling at this hour?

It was Charles. Of course.

“Where are you? Amber Lounge?”

This wasn’t a new occurrence. Usually Charles would crash at yours everytime he goes out partying in Monaco. And since he was in no state to drive, you would pick him up every single time.

“Yes! But mon chou-“ He yells. He doesn’t sound that drunk.

You cut him off, “Wait for me. I’ll come get you,” You ended the call.

“She didn’t even let me finish talking…” He looks down at his phone. “Oh this can only go so wrong…” He looks over to the bloke beside him.

You put on a hoodie and took your keys, quickly driving down to the club. As soon as you pulled up, you saw Charles sitting outside. But he wasn’t alone, oh no, he was with Carlos and together they were helping Lando.

You opened your car door, assuming Charles would get in but it was Lando instead. Shocked, you turned over to Charles.

“What’s this!?”

“You didn’t let me finish talking! I was gonna tell you that you’re taking him, not me!” He chinned towards Lando.

You grunt, “You owe me. Big time.”

“Yes yes, I owe you. Have fun. Love you mon chou,”

You rolled your eyes and drove off. Your car was starting to reek of alcohol so you kept the windows down.

“Mon chou,” Lando repeats, giggling to himself. “Charles c-calls you th-that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up Norris.”

You finally made it to your flat after trying to carry the 68kg driver from the garage to the house. You were mentally swearing to yourself for somehow managing to get into this situation.

As he laid on the sofa, you went to the kitchen to get an Aspirin and a cup of water. Not forgetting a set of fresh clothes for him to change into.

You placed the set of fresh clothes and water by his side, leaving him be.

You only took a few steps when you heard Lando calling out your name.

You turned your back to check on him, realising he had somehow managed to get the hoodie stuck on his head.

You laughed at the stupidity but quickly went to help him.

“Thank you,” He says as he kisses you on the cheek. “You are so nice,”

You went wide eye.

Did he just kiss me on the cheek? Gosh how much did he drink?

“Uh- y-you’re welcome. Now go to sleep kay?” You see him nod. You walked off and he calls you once again. You turned to face him.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?” He says, patting the sofa.

“What? No, no. God no. I’m good, thanks. See you in the morning,”

★★★

The sun was shining through your bedroom, meaning it was time to wake up. You made your way to the kitchen for breakfast after brushing your teeth.

You looked over towards the sofa, and to your surprise, Lando wasn’t sleeping on it. You shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to cook but your eyes were drawn to the plate on the countertop.

“made you breakfast. thank you for yesterday. eat up mon chou!” The note read.

You rolled your eyes. You’ll never hear the end of that nickname and you know it.

Deciding that this was a good enough reason to text Lando, you took out your phone to type. He was finally being nice for once….

Was this the start of the “blossoming romance” like what the other drivers said?

Forbidden Fruit...

Rating: M ~ 2% plot 98% smut

Words: 3,028

Character: Lewis Hamilton x F!Reader

Description: He's your older brother's best friend but will that stop either of you from playing the most dangerous game of all?

So tempted you were by the thought of him knowing you were close by, you almost slipped up and posted on your story for every one of your followers to see, a mistake that would have made your next move impossible. You thanked the Meta Gods for introducing the ‘Close Friends’ option, allowing you to let him see everything you wanted him to see, whilst keeping everyone else in the dark.

This was a dangerous game, you knew it, yet as you found yourself alone in Malibu, knowing he was home too was a call from fate you just could not ignore. You had waited to have him for so long now, you had lusted after him for so many years, you were not about to waste such a perfect opportunity to finally get him alone.

It took longer than you would have hoped for him to view your story, you had almost given up by hour two but as darkness began to fall on the ocean view you laid in front of, your phone screen lit up with the notification you had been waiting for.

[lewishamilton] What a beautiful view.

You wanted to play it cool, you wanted to make him wait a little longer for a response, but you did not have the patience nor the time for that.

[yourusername] Which one?

You were opening yourself up to rejection, you knew that, but you also remembered the way he looked at you as he passed you in the hallway of your brother's party a few months back, the way his eyes couldn’t help but dance over every curve as he licked his lips. Sure, he could reject you, but he could also give in to what he desired.  

[lewishamilton] You know which one. How long are you here for?

A question that could seem friendly on the surface, an innocent attempt at conversation with the younger sister of his best friend, or it could be read as a man so hungry for a temptation he had known for so long that he was already making plans. 

[yourusername] I fly home tomorrow, I was hoping to not spend my last night here alone.

The silence that fell on the conversation the moment you admitted your intention made you a little anxious, you had known Lewis for years now and he had only made you feel comfortable yet in this moment you felt vulnerable, a little silly even. Had you just imagined the chemistry between you both?

You knew you were in too deep already, you had to let this play out regardless of the repercussions, it was the only way you would ever know if he felt it too, and besides, if you were right, he would be at your door soon enough.

[lewishamilton] That would be a shame. 

You knew Lewis would be careful not to be caught saying anything his friend wouldn't appreciate in your DMs, you knew you would have to lead the moment if you wanted to really get what you wanted.

[yourusername] Just so you know, you’re the only one who can see my story. 

Your reply might have confused him at first, only as he viewed your latest post on your story would it make sense. Your intentions with him had never been clearer, clad in a dress you had bought just that day with the intention of tempting him, you let him see all of the woman who was inviting him to join her for the night. 

He replied nothing else and that gave you a little glimmer of hope, afterall he couldn’t reply to you whilst driving. That hope held on for as long as possible, you did nothing with your evening as you waited for his arrival, not wanting to occupy your time with anything but him, you laid out on your bed, staring out into the ocean, until your eyes closed. 

-

The knocking on the door was so gentle it took a few moments to wake you, it was late, you could tell by the darkness that had become your view. Nothing but the outline of water decorated with the reflection of a few stars, the moon so full it allowed a little light to decorate your room. 

Lewis stood on the other side of your door, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white T Shirt, his eyes devouring your body before he even said hello. Making no attempt to hide the fact he enjoyed the view, he traced the outline of the lace that hid your breasts, before finally drawing his gaze up to meet yours. 

“I didn’t think you would come…” 

You broke the silence just before it became uncomfortable, leading him into the house. You let him watch your hips move in an exaggerated fashion as he followed you into the dark but for a moon lit living room. 

Still he said nothing, you could see the way a thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he looked at you. Did he want you to make the first move? Did he hope you would make it impossible for him to refuse you? Did he need you to make it so should your brother ever find out, he wouldn’t be to blame?

“You can sit down if-” 

Lewis stopped your words with a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him so close you could almost hear the way his heart raced with desire. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes, you all at once felt vulnerable, you could see the fight on his face, so torn he was between giving into his want for you whilst battling the sane part of his mind that told him this was a bad idea. 

Allowing the hand that was not wrapped around your wrist to stroke your cheek, Lewis brushed his thumb across your lips before cupping your chin. 

“You are so dangerous…” It was then that he kissed you, allowing his desire to win, he brought his lips to yours with very little force, not moving them, not initiating more, he kissed you like he was scared of you. “...So fucking dangerous.” 

As he escaped from the kiss to tell you of your menacing ways, you smirked at him, a smirk that told him you knew just how much risk he was taking in that moment and how much you knew he was enjoying it. 

“We can stop-” 

Before the suggestion of anything else left your lips, Lewis pulled you back into a kiss. This time it was with enough force to take your breath away, that he kissed you. With one hand placed firmly on your cheek, he allowed the other to glide down your neck, brushing his fingers over your shoulder, he drew the strap of your dress down your arm before his fingers found your exposed nipple. 

You let out a gasp as he tugged at it, rolling the teat between his thumb and finger before his lips found their way, sucking harshly on your nipple you felt him exhale such a worked up breath, you knew he could only be straining in his pants. 

Taking the lead once more, you pulled down your other strap, allowing your dress to pool at the curve of your hips, inviting him to free you if he wished, and of course he wished. 

Kisses warmed your bare skin as he worked his way down your body until he reached where the silk lay, looking up at you he awaited a sign from you that he could reveal the entirety of your body. You gave it to him in the form of a smile as you stroked your fingers through his braids. 

So concentrated he was on devouring your skin, Lewis did not even dare to look at your body until he lips met it first. The moment your dress fell to your feet you felt his lips place soft kisses over your mound, his hands worked your feet free from the dress, throwing it to the side, he held your foot in the air as he began to trace his kisses up your leg now, closer and closer to the heat that yearned for him. 

You weren't sure what to expect from him, he had always struck you as confident, someone who knew what they wanted and exactly how to get it, yet the ferocity in which his tongue found your clit with ease shocked you. 

He held you steady as he devoured your pussy, a leg placed over his shoulder, he ate you out like you were a meal he had craved forever and in a way you were. Lewis had you whimpering, begging moans of mercy as he worked you in ways you never thought possible, yet the whole time he was gentle with you, protective of you, despite the fact he had you near your peak in a matter of minutes, you could feel him holding back with you. 

It took every bit of your strength to form words that were not complete gibberish, so hard he had made it for you to function as anything but a puddle of pleasure, you fought to have your needs spoken into the air, and the breathy stuttered form in which they took would just have to do. 

“Need you…shit, I need you.” 

Lewis didn’t quite stop lapping at your clit at your words, nor did he stop sucking your folds free of pleasure, but he did slow down just enough to be able to respond. 

“I don’t think you could handle me…” 

Was he challenging you? Did he think you were so inexperienced you wouldn’t know how to take him? Annoyed, you pulled yourself away from his grip, just enough that he could no longer control you with his tongue. 

“I can handle anything…look at me…” 

“I haven’t stopped...” 

Lewis’ response was said half in jest but you both knew that his eyes hadn’t been off of you from the moment he arrived that evening. He stood from the position he knelt in, the contrast of you being completely naked whilst he was fully dressed should have scared you but it didn’t, it was perfect, you needed him to know that you were grown enough to take him. 

“I’m a grown woman, Lewis. There is nothing…nothing…you could give me that I couldn’t handle.” 

He paused for thought for a moment, the hunger in his eyes had never been more evident. 

“Mmm, yes you are.” 

With that, he lifted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you with ease into the bedroom just so he could throw you on the bed. He didn’t have his way with you immediately, instead he stood at the end of the bed just watching you as you brushed your legs together, careful to not give him a view of all of you. 

“Since you’re so sure you could handle me, why don’t you take control?” 

Lewis was daring you now, teasing you into submission but you wouldn’t let him win, not yet anyway. Spreading your legs so he could see you in all your glistening glory, you stared into his eyes for a moment, tempting him to hold your gaze and not look at the pussy he had just spent the past 20 minutes eating. He did well, he only really broke when you began to play with yourself, the groan that escaped his lips told you that he loved watching you prepare for him. 

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me get off all night or are you going to come here and fuck me?” 

He needed no more telling, within seconds he had stripped free from his clothes and found his way to kneeling between your legs. You watched him in excitement, you marvelled at how impossibly thick he was, bigger than you ever could have imagined. 

“I want you to watch me fuck you, I want you to watch how much I am going to stretch your pussy out.” 

Resting his tip at your entrance for barely a second, Lewis felt no remorse as he bottomed out inside of you, forcing your head back into the pillow as your eyes rolled back. 

“Too much for you?” 

He smirked as he let you adjust to the size of him for a moment, watching you quiver with sensations you had never felt before underneath him, making him just want to test you more. 

“Fuck me…please.” 

That was all you could say, there were no words quite sufficient for everything you needed from him in that moment but that didn’t matter, he knew just what to do with you anyway. 

With a thumb on your clit to play with, he made sure to fuck into you like he knew you had never been fucked before. Over and over his strokes were so deep, so precise that they hit your spot every time whilst he made sure to bring you closer and closer to orgasm by playing with you. 

It was only when he felt the first contraction of your walls that he made you look at him, removing his thumb now he brought it up to your lips to make you taste yourself as he stroked you to the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had. 

The pleasure waves flowed through you for what felt like an eternity, never quite allowing you to catch your breath, Lewis slowed his pace as he drew out your pleasure for as long as possible whilst he fought back against his own, deep hisses leaving his lips as he tried to hold so he could have you for as long as possible. 

“Good girl, you did so well…” 

His lips found yours once more as he held still inside of you for a moment, letting you catch your breath for a moment just so he could tell you how proud of you he was. Your lips parted as if to speak but he didn’t quite let you. 

“You want some more, baby?” 

The rapidness in which you nodded your head told him all he needed to know, it was time he really had his way with you. Guiding you onto your stomach, he made sure to kiss every inch of every cheek you held up in the air for him before giving them both a spank. 

“Fuck, you’re are so hot…” 

It was Lewis who taught you about your praise kink, unintentionally he unlocked a part of you that you never knew about until he rained down praise and admiration on you constantly during your night with him. 

Wrapping one of your ankles over another, he held your legs closed as he smacked his dick against your opening. Somehow he felt bigger, somehow he felt like he stretched you to almost breaking point as he thrust inside of you, running his fingers down your back to make you shiver before he spanked both of your cheeks once more. 

He was relentless, unforgiving, he made sure you felt him deeper than you ever had before, he made sure that you knew no man would ever be able to give you quite what he had that night as he fucked you from behind. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he leant over just enough to be able to whisper in your ear as he fucked you. 

“Such a good girl…fuck…such a very good girl.” 

Your moans screamed out into the air, ecstasy wasn’t quite descriptive enough to explain all that he made you feel as he fucked into you over and over again. Lewis was unashamed of the noises he made, grunts, groans, moans of his own fell out into the air in between curse words. 

Every stroke he let out a hiss, it was how you knew he was close now, slow yet deep thrusts, he fucked you with a want to fill you with him yet he fought every second he could to keep going, not wanting to give up this moment easily. 

“Cum for me, Lewis…cum for me.” 

You moaned out permission for him to undo without even thinking, the moan of relief as you said the words told you it was only mercy you were showing him. He picked up pace now, throwing your head down onto the bed as he gripped the back of your hair, Lewis fucked you harder than ever before, the sounds of him fucking you were so loud that they almost drowned out your chorus of moans. 

“Don’t move…ugh, don’t you fucking move.” 

He rose up on his arms as he growled his instructions at you, for a second you were worried he would finish inside of you, a part of you wanted him too, but at the very last moment he pulled out of you, lacing your ass with reams and reams of his warm cum whilst he moaned into the air, telling you all the ways you were such a very good girl for him. 

-

The aftermath was only ever going to be awkward, you hadn’t thought about how you would feel once you had him, you hadn’t considered what you would say now that you had to go back to just being his best friends little sister, so as you came out of the bathroom after freshening up to find him sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed, you felt a little twinge of uncomfortableness. 

The thing about Lewis that you had always known was he cared deeply for people, and having been so intimate with you had only made him care more. Inviting you into him with an outstretched arm, Lewis sat you on his lap so you could feel his tenderness as he spoke with you. 

“I want you to know that nothing changes just because we did that, things won’t be weird between us and I certainly won’t be telling anybody what we did.” 

“Thank you, it’s just…well, I don’t make a habit out of one night stands.” 

Lewis smiled at you before bringing his lips to yours once more. 

“No one said this would be a one night thing, baby.” 

golfing with lando

just a short blurb about you joining lando while he golfs

“Hey honey, pass me the driver.”

“Okay!” You hop out of the golf cart and head to the back, looking at Lando’s array of clubs. “Um…” “The big one to the right.” Lando says, and you nod, grabbing it and handing it to him, happy to be useful.

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The Things I Never Said

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon had told you he never wanted to be a dad, so when the inevitable happens you run.

Word Count: 2.2k

Tw: angst, fluff, ooc simon(? descriptions of pregnancy and panic attacks, medical inaccuracies, slightly suggestive but nothing too explicit, this isn't proofread; i think that's it?✨

A/N: omg i couldn't stop thinking about this so i had to write it! I'm just feral for dad!simon loosely connected to this bc this is where the idea came from. Hope y'all enjoy it🫰🏻💛🦄

Masterlist✨| Part 2

You're shaking by the time you're out of the bathrooms. There's no doubt. You think with slight tremble on your lower lip. It almost feels aa of the world around you is closing in. Suffocating your lungs. Your vision blurs, when you toss the pregnancy test in the trash can.

This can't be happening. Not to you.

It's not that you didn't want to have kids.

But Simon didn't.

At this point you're sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for air. It's a good thing no one comes to this part late at night. The only moment you could find peace and solace. Sliding down the wall, hiding your face in your hands. How could you let this happen? You should've been more careful.

Your mind goes back to that day when neither of you cared about the consequences. Caught up in the moment, tearing each other's clothes; eager to be together. You hadn't seen Simon in two months when he was deployed to Serbia and you had to stay behind. Being both in the military meant knowing the risks. Every time could be the last time. You heard things about that specific mission. He got injured. You remember the gnawing fear clawing at your chest. And then there he was, knocking on your door as soon as they landed. His shoulder wrapped around bandages. He kissed you hard, desperately.

Hitting the mattress with you on top of him, not wanting to hurt him anymore. The sweet things he murmured in your ears, hands intertwined as you fall apart together.

You love him.

He cares for you.

But even if he felt slightly the same way about you, it wouldn't be enough.

Simon had... traumas. A tragic story of his own. You heard him talk about it late at night when he couldn't sleep. Those demons that plagued his mind, his dreams... and you listened. That's all you could do.

Offer a hand to the man that had saved you over and over again. And somewhere along the lines you fell.

And you fell hard.

Somewhere between dark nights and shared kisses at dawn.

-

You didn't get any sleep last night.

Your mind is still spinning with the anxiety. The morning sickness that started to disrupt as soon as you woke up. Red, puffy eyes that you try to dissimulate by washing your face hoping it goes away.

You get dressed feeling devastated, knowing that you'll have to face him as soon as you enter the training room. He's in charge. The mere thought makes you want to throw up. But you leave the bedroom nonetheless. Walking down the hallway feeling your hands sweating and your ragged breathing.

When you finally open the doors you're fifteen minutes late. That alone will earn you a punishment.

It's almost as if he feels your presence, immediately finding your form when you enter, his jaw tightens. Simon doesn't like this. But as long as you're under his command you get equal treatment or else, he'd be in problems. Both, would be in problems.

"Bit late Sergeant." He grumbles, emphasizing the last word staring directly in your eyes. Ghost is perceptive and is aware that something is wrong, but doesn't comment on it... yet. "Fifty push-ups. Start sparring when you're done."

You swallow down saliva, feeling your throat constrict.

Fuck, fuck. Don't cry. Not right now.

This whole situation has you sensitive.

You start, concentrating on doing the push-ups. Hearing the distant voice of him echoing around the room, sometimes you think he's closer to where you are then he's gone, but his gaze never leaves you. It's almost sinful how good he looks in that tight green army t-shirt and cargo pants

Your arms are sore and wobbly by the time you finish. Standing up you fight a wave o nausea, closing your eyes so hard you see white dots behind your eyelids.

"You alright?" It's Kyle's hand on your shoulder what brings you back, your eyes fluttering open and find him looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised.

You give him a small smile and a nod.

"Just tired that's all. Didn't get much sleep last night." You advert your gaze where the rest are beginning to spar. "How mad is Ghost?"

Gaz chuckles.

"I wouldn't call that mad. I think he's worried. You look like shite, dear."

"Oh." You say.

Gaz prompts you to the other side to join the training. Everyone's gathered around the training mat. Soap is kicking a soldier's ass. What was his name again? You forgot.

A gentle brush on your skin and then delicate fingers wrap your arm. You freeze, Simon's feather touch sends goosebumps all over your body. You turn your face upward to acknowledge him. His deep blue eyes soften when you look at him.

"Is everything okay Sergeant?" He asks. No. He demands.

You open your mouth and then close it. That's a question you don't know yourself.

I wish. You want to say.

But nothing will ever be okay after last night.

"I... I- didn't get much sleep, Sir. That's all."

Simon sighs but doesn't insist. He just nods, accepting your answer for now, once the training is done he'd talk to you. "You're up." He instructs.

Hand to hand to combat has never been your strongest suit but you do it nonetheless. Informatics on the other hand... you're the best of the best. That's why you're here, why you're a part of the task force.

Ghost stands within your range of vision in a way that you can see that he's there even when you're fighting.

You start although you're not in your best shape. Your heart is racing but not for the adrenaline. Your mind is fuzzy and your stomach churns. The panic is starting to break loose on you. You recognize the signs. You barely dodge the man's punch, this can't be called sparring. You're merely deflecting his hits, defending yourself.

Get a fucking grip!

Soap and Gaz look at each other. Then at Ghost who's clenching his fists, looking like he's about to jump between the two and kill the man. They get ready just in case something goes sideways.

You see his fist coming to your face, you take a step back but it grazes your left cheek. Someone in the distance swears and it's enough to distract you, the next blow goes to your gut. He doesn't even hit you with full force, noticing your lack of response he refrains as much as he can but it connects with your abdomen nevertheless.

It suffocates you. Brings you to your knees spitting saliva and gasping for air. You hear the soldier's frantic apologies. You cough trying to breathe but you just can't. It hurts you.

In a quick move Ghost is kneeling beside you, eyes scanning your body for external injuries. Anything.

"Hey... hey, kid! Look at me!" He orders. You can't, mostly because you're gasping for air, coughing, and the pain in your stomach. Ghost grabs your face seeing the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. Another wave of nausea hits you and you spit out whatever comes out of your mouth. Simon takes you in his arms lifting you and runs to the infirmary, gritting his teeth. His steps echoing in the empty hallway as he bursts the doors of the med wing open.

-

"Captain..." you greet him as soon as you walk into his office, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Price looks at you, arms crossed. The bucket hat resting on his head. He's dead serious.

"Does he know?" He interrogates with that deep voice of his. It's only been an hour since de incident. Price had to do all in his power to keep Ghost busy. It nearly costs him a limb and a punch to his face. There's only so much he can do.

"No." You murmur, looking down to your feet.

"Jesus, kid." He pinches the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding already. This wasn't good. For any of them. John had decided to turn a blind eye on the situation. As long as it didn't interfere with their duties. Now? He shakes his head. Price walks towards you, the youngest of his team and a valuable asset. You were important to him, to everyone in the 141; to Simon in a very different way. "I'm putting you on medical leave. You must take care of your health, your body. I'll see what I can do, yeah? And for the love of God, talk to Simon."

-

You don't.

And that's because you're terrified. As soon as you left Price's office you ran to your room throwing your belongings in a duffel bag. You needed time to think. Of course you'd tell Simon.

Just not right now.

The disapproving stare of the doctor was enough to make you feel bad about hiding your pregnancy from him and then your Captain. You bite your lip and head out, the taxi driver is waiting already so you hop in, wishing to get some time alone. Clear your head and then find the best way to tell Simon about this.

It's raining outside by the time you're in your apartment. You've had time to get a quick shower and take the ibuprofen for your sore body. Your hands run absentmindedly to your stomach, soothing the skin but flinching when you press too hard. You should've stayed at base and talk to him after what happened.

But you're scared of the outcome.

By this time Simon must've found out you're gone. You won't blame him if he hates you. After all you ran away from him, like a coward.

Pouring some tea on a mug you hear the sound of keys jingle, and the footsteps followed by a large shadow that towers above you. Blond hair and hard eyes contemplating you, the mask is gone...

Holy shit. You think.

The only thing that Simon finds comfort in is gone. There's something about him not hiding behind the balaclava that sets deep in your heart. As if he were baring himself to you. Not that you hadn't seen his face before; that's exactly why this is more meaningful. It's serious. He chose to show you how vulnerable you can make him.

"Why?" His stern voice sends shivers down your spine. "I went to check on you and the first thing they say is that you're gone." His lips are pressed in a thin line.

"Simon, it's not what you're thinking..."

"Then bloody tell me what is it." He seethes, taking a step closer. "Was already losing my fucking mind over that bastard hitting you and suddenly you're gone?" He shakes his head. "Had I known you weren't going to fight back..."

"I'm pregnant." You blurt out, interrupting his talk. Simon's jaw clenched, halting and freezing on his spot. "And I'm sorry I didn't come to you as soon as I found out but I was scared." Your lips quiver and you hold back a sob, but unable to do much about the tears. "I was scared to tell you because I know you never wanted any of this, I failed to you. I couldn't sleep, I was panicking and the thought of losing you... I needed time to figure out how to tell you." Simon is silent, he doesn't move nor blinks. He just stares. Memories of his time with his father flooding his mind. He never wanted kids. That's true.

Seeing you there, in front of him. Choking on your words, crying because you thought he'd abandon you like you were nothing? Bloody fucking Christ it breaks his heart. Very few things had that effect on Simon. He had made you fearful of facing this on your own. Did you think you were just his friend with benefits? Someone he'd come to whenever he wanted to get laid? Hadn't you seen the way his eyes roamed over you whenever you were around? Never fucking heard the despair in his voice when you got shot during that black ops in Afghanistan? How he seemed to loom over your presence if some pathetic muppet tried flirting with you? The nights spent in his bedroom, limbs tangled hearing you speak about your day? The mission when he finally realized he was completely and utterly fucking enamored with you?

That time he wouldn't leave your bedside because you were severely wounded and comatose?

"I am not my old man, kid." He states after a few minutes of silence. "And if it wasn't clear already, I'd do anything for you. I don't know shite about being a parent but I'll try, yeah? For you..." he clears his throat. This was as complicated for him as it was for you. "For both of you, I'll try." The words sound strange coming out of his mouth. You close the space between you and hug him, inhaling his scent. He kisses your temple while rubbing soft circles on your back. Relief washes over your body and the tears stop gradually, until it's just the two holding one another during a raging storm of feelings and nature outside.

Soon the tension, the doubts and the anxiety are replaced with reassurance and loving words.

Promises.

Things you never thought you'd hear.