#I can lie and say it's a username but I don't want 'family' saying my name

[sugume]

YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.  

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me! 

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle. 

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72  types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer. 

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.  

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types. 

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.  

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’ 

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.” 

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’ 

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop. 

— 

“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.  

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in. 

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”  

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself. 

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.” 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles. 

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening. 

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.” 

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car. 

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car. 

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.” 

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.  

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop. 

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...” 

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.  

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.” 

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.  

“Y/n!” You mom gasps. 

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better. 

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad. 

“Sweetheart...” 

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.” 

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket. 

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?” 

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport. 

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior. 

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.” 

— 

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.” 

“Kay, thanks.”  You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.  

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72. 

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.  

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’  Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies. 

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’ 

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’ 

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’ 

‘Are you serious?’ 

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’ 

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’ 

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’ 

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’ 

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’ 

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’ 

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’ 

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’ 

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’ 

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’ 

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’ 

— 

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents. 

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.  

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different. 

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile. 

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces.  You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.  

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile.  Suguru has different plans. 

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster.  Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?  

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t. 

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.  

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.  

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you. 

“What?” You ask. 

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.” 

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it. 

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say. 

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare. 

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost. 

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling. 

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Please—” 

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him. 

— 

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.  

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72. 

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’ 

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’ 

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened. 

‘Oh wow.’ 

‘I know.’ 

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’ 

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’  

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring. 

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care. 

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box. 

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.” 

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’ 

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh. 

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’ 

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight. 

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.  

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’ 

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.” 

‘And what is that?’ 

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight. 

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please... 

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’  

You nod. 

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’ 

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand. 

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day... 

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt. 

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.  

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder. 

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.  

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming. 

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out. 

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water. 

“N-no!” 

— 

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.  

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress. 

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously. 

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie. 

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.  

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad. 

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back. 

 Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.  

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.  

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.  

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You’re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.  

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.  

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks. 

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him. 

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.  

“No babydoll—” 

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed. 

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase. 

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.  

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.   

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.”   You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him. 

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”  

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother. 

“I know it’s a lot of information.” 

“It is.” 

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.  

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.  

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.  

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?  

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.  

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—” 

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.  

“Suguru—” 

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face. 

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.  

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.  

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.”  You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair. 

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you. 

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.  

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.  

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.” 

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.  

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.  

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.” 

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.  

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders. 

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks. 

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips. 

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.  

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man. 

“You okay babydoll?”  

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.” 

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.” 

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.  

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt. 

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.” 

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.  

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.  

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.  

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch. 

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.  

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.  

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.”  he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark. 

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you. 

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy. 

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.  

“T-that was—” 

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.” 

“Same.” You smile before wincing. 

“What’s wrong babydoll.”  

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble. 

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly. 

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”  

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.”  He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.  

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BEGGING ll ˳ ׄ ⟡  . CARLOS SAINZ JR.

SUMMARY: in which carlos suffers the consequences of liking an influencer who is younger than him. (part one / part two)

FACE CLAIM: kelsey calemine

CONTAINS: reader is 21; 8 year age gap, first argument as a couple, smut & suprise ending!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: can't believe the season is over!!

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before carlos had left to japan, he tried everything to get you to go with him but since you were still upset you decided to stay at his house for the time being. he was hoping that you would maybe show up on race day but you never did.

"this is so childish..." carlos sighed as sat on the couch.

"if it's so childish, why don't you back with isa?"

he groaned once again and got back up, following you around the kitchen. "you know that i want to be with you and only you! i'm sorry for making you stay there another night but i just didn't want my fam-"

“you're so unbelievable carlos, you are a grown man! why do you care what your parents think of you?”

“i don’t expect you to understand, you don't even talk to your family!” he had slammed his hand on the kitchen table, his voice was loud and it left an echo but there was a hint of hurt underneath his tone.

piǹon had barked at carlos and you remembered it got quiet in that moment, maybe you pushed the argument too far — before you could even go hug carlos he had already made his way out of the kitchen, leaving you with piǹon standing right next to you.

this had been the ending of your first argument.

it took carlos about two days before he could call you but you never picked up, instead you guys found yourselves texting for the rest of the week.

you enjoyed staying at his house with piñon, you guys would go on walks, sit outside to eat and you even found yourself sleeping right next to him — but what you didn't like was that carlos wasn't around, it was really lonely without him.

as you watched carlos doing an interview on tv, piñon jumped up to the tv and started scratching it. "i miss him too."

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you had woken up to someone stroking your hair and you opened your eyes to see carlos sitting right next to you. “you're home"

he smiled and nodded before leaving a kiss on your forhead. "c'mon let's go to bed."

once the both of you got comfortable, you guys stayed looking at each other but couldn't find yourselves to speak so before you so instead his lips suddenly crash into yours.

that kiss led you to be in the position that you were in now.

"i missed you so much." his bare chest is against your back as he started to rock his hips into you slowly, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as your walls clung onto him tightly.. "i'm sorry for lying to you and leaving without saying goodbye..."

when you didnt answer him he leaned your head back and with his fingers he forces your mouth open. "c'mon say something mi reina." he then licks your bottom lip and bites it.

the position you were in had you feeling every inch of carlos's thick cock, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. "it's o-okay..."

"te quiero mucho..." he began sucking on your neck, leaving marks behind for the next day. "promise i won't ever lie to again..."

once you heard carlos say that you felt like you were getting close and he felt it too. "i love you too carlitos."

you were now seeing stars as carlos continued to blow your back out.

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"c'mon stop worrying about the bugs amor..." carlos said as he helped you across a puddle. "they won't kill you."

you swatted a fly and continued to hold his hand as you guys walked across the field. "if i knew we were coming to a place like this, i wouldn't have worn heels, maybe some sneakers."

he smiled as you continued struggling to walk in the grass with your heels and talking about whatever nonsense that was going on in your life, piñon was just behind you guys sniffing the flowers.

carlos had never felt so in love with someone but yet again he never dated someone like you — you were constantly getting on his nerves, you'd cook him dinner, most importantly you've supported him and showed up to almost all his races.

"well i'm not worried about kids right now..." he remembered you saying. "maybe when you become world champion, we'll open this conversation back up."

you made him think about getting married, having kids, buying building a house just for you.

"alright close your eyes, we're almost there..." carlos said as he gently put his hands around your eyes, trying not to mess up your makeup.

he finally saw the boat and the red rose arch as you guys got closer.

"you better not leave me in a ditch or something." you mumbled.

"now why would i do that?" he chuckled before finally getting to the spot and letting you see.

"for getting cranky this morning wit-" you finally had looked and saw the marry me arch and the beautiful picnic boat he had set up. "car-"

you suddenly felt your heartbeat racing in your chest and felt your face getting warm, by the time you had looked back at him he was down on one knee with a smile. "will you marry me?"

you nodded as he stood back up. "that's a yes?"

"yes carlos, it's a yes!" you quickly pecked his lips before he slid the shiny ring onto your finger.

once you guys got on the boat he saw you smiling at him. "what is it?"

“oh nothing, you just move pretty fast.” you fed him a piece of croissant and placed it down. "we’ve been dating for abou-” 

“six months and four days.” he responded rather quickly and as your smile grew, he rolled his eyes. "but y'know who is really counting?”

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Silver Lining 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"So your sister will be coming by next week with the little ones," your mother declares as you stand at the sink, scrubbing away the remnants of roast beef and potato. "You'll get to play auntie for the day."

"Mhmm," you nod, "what about Justin?"

"Oh, your brother's down visiting with his fiance's family. He said he'd try to make if for Christmas Eve but you know how her family is."

You sniff and pretend to know. You really don't. It's all hearsay to you. You don't hear much from either siblings; they have lives, you just happen to be related.

"S-sounds great," you utter as you put another plate in the rack.

"Oh, honey, you should just use the dishwasher," she says.

"It's f-f-fine, this works," you insist.

"Well, what about you? What are you up to?" She leans on the counter.

"I..." you don't know what to say. You need a lie, anything to appease her. Your brother's engaged, your sister has the white picket fence and you have nothing, "oh, I h-have a job interview."

"You do?" She sounds thoroughly disbelieving.

"Uh, yeah, w-well," you stammer through, trying not to give away your deceit, "since n-no one wants to h-hire me in my f-field, I f-found something new."

"That's exciting," she chimes, "what is it?"

"Uh, I w-want to see i-if it turns out b-before I say," you give a tight-lipped smile, "don't want to d-disappoint you again."

"Sweetie, you're not a disappointment," she hums, "I'm always happy to see you trying."

You look down at the sink and shrug. Behind that comment is the inference that you weren't trying before. That you haven't been. The long nights with vivid nightmares don't exactly motivate you and you've been all but blacklisted as an executive assistant. Even admin roles aren't responding. Even if you do get a bite, the job market is drawn out and tedious.

"Thanks, mom."

"Just... try not to mope around the kids," she chides, "it's Christmas."

You flutter your lashes, "sure, mom."

That's what you are to everyone; weak, pathetic, useless. No, don't do that. You'll make another appointment with Lisa, she always knows what to do.

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Well, this is it. A last resort. One of those freelancing websites that pays pennies. It's better than nothing and will keep you from having too big a gap on your resume. You could easily do the writing gigs, easy money for transcription. You apply to a few of those and scroll on.

You sit up as you see a particular posting that interest you. Oddly enough, the pay isn't half bad. It's also labeled as 'may lead to ongoing work'. Well, well, well, now that's something.

You click into the posting for 'Podcast Script Writer' and review the details. A sample is required for application and lucky enough, you have lots of those hanging around. If it wasn't for your stammer, you'd have an episode done by now. You deleted enough recordings to the point of giving up. Well, this is a solution. You can get your work out there without having to embarrass yourself.

You go through the application, putting in your info and editing a draft before attaching it to the application. You just hope it's thorough enough. You never really let anyone else see and hitting submit makes your stomach flip. With the final click, you close your laptop and quickly get up. Alright, you're not going to dwell on it. If you hear anything, you'll worry then.

You try to read but can't focus. It just makes you think of the posting and your application. Oh jeez, imagine you're rejected but worse, they tell you you've done everything wrong.

Appointment! You can't forget that. You login to the app and put in a request for a Zoom appointment that week. Alright, you're getting things done, you can't say you've done nothing.

You put a video on your phone and lean it on the pop out grip, propping it up on your mattress to watch the compilation of sitcom moments cut together on Youtube. Your mind wanders and your eyes begin to sag as the day shrouds you in fatigue. You slip into a shallow doze as the glare of the screen flickers over you.

The distant clack of keyboards and clicking of mouses needles behind your ears. It's as if you're trapped in a bubble of silence, all colours and noised dampened by the unseen wall. You shudder as you hear his voice, the only thing that's clear. Your name crawls up behind the shell of your ear with his breath as his hands settle on your hips. Your body aches as every muscles tightens and your bones lock in place. Please, no, not again...

"Sir..." you try to speak but nothing comes out. He's always tugging your skirt up, his hand is around your throat. You close your eyes as tears stain your cheeks.

You wake with a start, your phone black as the battery's drained from neglect. You sit up and pant, looking around your dark bedroom, the moonlight limning shadows sinisterly. You gulp and fall back, watching the ceiling as the tears rise in reality and sting your eyes.

If you'd just said no. A simple word. Even you can manage that.

You lay for a while until your restlessness boils over. You get up and plug in your phone. The screen lights up as you rub your eye socket and yawn. There's an email notification in the taskbar. Probably more ads for things you can't afford.

You pull down the menu but find ‘Application Update’ emblazoned across the notification. Oh wow, that was fast. You keep yourself from tapping on the email.

You don't know if you can handle another rejection. You'd rather languish in the uncertainty. You've been doing so for so long, it almost feels safe.

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Warnings/ cussing, toxic Miguel, dark Miguel, mafia Miguel, villain Miguel, dark romance!!

18 mature readers!!!

A chapter from my mafia Miguel O’Hara dark romance story

Full story on wattpad username- @alexaaneli

Might be some grammar errors

"Didn't i said you should know me by now!" Miguel shouts and i flinch out of fright.

"M-Miguel, Please don't this, I beg you." I cry but i know it won't help me.

"You betrayed me Vanessa and i don't take betrayal very well." He said calmly.

He takes another step forward as i take one back.

I look behind me as i'm getting closer to edge.

"No." I shake my head, tears running down my face.

"Yes." He nods with a sinister smile.

"M-Miguel please, I-

"Don't!" He shouts again, raising his hands up in the air.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!"

"I didn't betray you!" I scream for my life.

His jaw ticks, As his knuckles turn white.

"Mientes." He snarls.

Translation- Lies

"No, I swear on my life." I breathe out through the tears.

He raises the gun and aims it at me.

"No Miguel!" I cry harder.

"Believe it or not Vanessa, Yo si te quería de verdad." He says with a straight face.

Translation- I really did love you

"Miguel." I whisper his name.

"I-

BANG

2 YEARS EARLIER,

"Vanessa, Please think this through, Mija." My Mother begs, as she follows behind me.

Translation- daughter

"There's no time, They're going to kill him." I say as i make my way to the door.

"This isn't a good idea, Do you know what you're about to do?" She sighed.

"Do you know WHO you're about to ask for help?" She says in disbelief.

Yes

I'm on my way to ask, no BEG my Father's rival for help.

The one and only... Miguel O'Hara.

Mexico's crime boss, the most lethal, dangerous, terrifying mafia man to have ever faced in this earth.

He took over for his Father at the age of 17, when his Father was brutally murdered.

Miguel believes it was my Father who killed him, after they had a fallout.

Since then Miguel has reigned hell with my Father, trying to take over our territories, his throne, his power.

EVERYTHING.

"Papi was friends with Miguel's Stepfather for a very long time, Yes they had a fallout but they looked out for one another, If i can just convince Miguel that Papi wasn't the one who killed him, then maybe he'll help us rescue him." I breathe out.

Miguel's stepfather raised him since he was an infant, he called him his son, to him he was his son.

He loved Miguel very much and when he died... Miguel also died that night and became this Monster that has everyone living in terror.

Miguel is very powerful because he also runs the Irish Mafia, due that Miguel's actual Father, Tyler Stone is the crime boss of his Irish organization.

He is a unstoppable force.

The Cortez family, who currently have my Father, kidnapped. Another family who in this world wants to move up and kill my Father, who is the last of the Old Dons, If he dies there will be a new line.. and that line starts with Miguel. If he FULLY takes over... Mexico will be in ruins... destroyed... We will always live in fear by the presence of Miguel.

"Ese Monstruo would never help your Father." She spits out.

Translation- That Monster

"But maybe he will help me." I sigh.

He has too, I can't lose My Father.. I won't.

"In exchange of what? Have you thought about what you're going to say when he asks what you have to offer him in exchange? That's how Miguel works Vanessa, He'll want something in return." She said sternly.

"I know." I take a deep breath as i open the door.

"I can't just stand and do nothing. Leo is not old enough to help him. He's 16, I'm the oldest, I'm not a son but i'll be dammed if i'll let anyone hurt us." I exhale.

"I need to do this, for you, for Leo... for Papi." I finish my statement with the door closing softly behind me, cutting off my Mother's cries, crying for me to come back.

"Y que tenemos aquí?" One of Miguel's guards licks his lips as he circles around me like a great white shark.

Translation- and what do we have here

"I'm here to see Miguel O'Hara." I try to sound confident.

I'm scared, really scared but i need to help my Father, I love him.

"He didn't call for any more prostitutes tonight?" He arches an eyebrow.

"I'm not a prostitute." I groan internally.

"My name is Vanessa De la Cruz, I-

"De la Cruz? As in Hector De la Cruz?" His face hardens.

I gulp as i slowly nod.

My Father is not really wanted here, so I'm not really wanted here. I just hope i can get a chance to talk to Miguel before his guard shoots me.

"You have 3 seconds to-

"I need to talk to Miguel! I'm not leaving till i talk to him." I stand my ground.

He chuckles as he shakes his head.

"You have entered straight into the wolf's mouth.. What a shame, you seem like a good fuck." He whistles as if he was mourning a loss.

He aims his gun at me. "Ándale , Move." He motions his head for me to walk ahead of him.

Translation- move

I gulp as i walk in front of him, staring at the enormous mansion, I'm about to enter.

The wolf's den

I grunt as i get pushed inside by the guard.

"Miguel!" He shouts.

"He's busy." A guard leans over the stairs.

"Fuck." He curses.

"He's going to chop your pretty little head of for interrupting him with his Putá." He whispers close by my ear.

Translation- slut?

I'll take that chance

"Call him anyways." He sighs.

The guard upstairs chuckles and blesses himself before disappearing to go get Miguel.

I look down trying to tune out the moans and skin flapping that can be heard throughout the house.

"Aww don't tell me you're embarrassed, Princess." He snickers.

The noises stops and we hear the Guard knocking on the door.

"Qué Chingados quieres Güey!" Miguel shouts.

Translation- what the fuck do you want guy?

I get goosebumps to Miguel's scary voice.

"You're needed downstairs jefe, Rafa wants you."

Translation- boss

Miguel opens the door. "Rafa better be dying." His voice sounds stern.

I gulp as i hear him approaching.

My eyes widen when he comes to sight, Only wearing boxers, marching downstairs with a cold stone look.

"Rafa-

Miguel starts to shout but he lays eyes on me and he stops talking.

"A, De la Cruz? In my home? I don't believe this." He chuckles.

"Victoria right?" He smirks as he looks at me up and down.

"N-No, My name is Vanessa." I stutter.

"Hmm, I remember you, you were just a chiquita when i last saw you, I see puberty hit you." He smirks again, making the guard behind me snicker.

Translation- little one

"Cuando años tienes ya?" He checks me out from head to toe.

Translation- how old are you now?

"22." My voice shakes.

The last time he saw me, I was 5 and he was 15, now I'm 22, making him 32.

"Has it been 10 years already? Wow." He whistles.

I slowly nod.

"Well 10 years did you good, Estás pero Chula." He winks at me.

Translation- you are hot or cute

"Not that i'm not happy to have you here, Chula but what are you doing here? Your Father and i aren't exactly on great terms." He chuckles.

"He's been kidnapped by the Cortez Family." I say.

"I know, I heard." He said nonchalantly.

"We need your help." I take a step forward.

He stares at me for a moment before breaking into laughter.

"What?" He laughs.

"Miguel.. My Father didn't kill your dad-

"Stepdad." His face hardens to the mention of his late step- father.

"He didn't kill him, Even though they weren't on speaking terms in the end, they made a pact that they would never come after one another for the families sake."

"And my Father wouldn't have done that to you and your Mother." I say.

"How are you so sure Chula? Because that's what your Daddy told you?" He takes two steps forward.

"Hate to break the news to you, But he lied to you." He says but i shake my head no.

"It's the truth Miguel.. My Father doesn't lie." I say softly.

"Please you have to help me." I say desperately.

"Me? And why is that Chula?" He arches an eyebrow.

He takes another step close to me and we are now inches away from each other.

I hitch a breath to the close proximity.

Now i know why people fear him, Just standing right in front of him is scary.

"Why should I help you?" He says as he looks at me dead in the eyes.

"Our families were once cordial with each other." I say as i dare look into his eyes.

"Still doesn't explain why I should help you." He taunts with a smirk.

"You can have my heritance money, It also comes with the shares of the business, you can have 25 percent more in Alchemax, it's not half but it will be more than what you have now."

35% is better than 10 percent.

"Tempting.. I can't say no to Money.. It is my favorite thing to have.. well second favorite thing, Pussy is always a number one to have." He smiles.

He chuckles when he sees a blush crawls my face.

"Are you really that innocent?" He teases.

"I'll help you." He says and i sigh out of relieve.

"Than-

"But first you answer my question." He puts his hands behind his back.

"O-Okay." I nod.

"Your Father would catch you dead, if he knew you were here and i'm sure your Mother wasn't pleased. So my question is why did you come to me? You could have gone to Gonzalo who is actual friends with him but you didn't. You came to me."

I take a deep breath before answering.

"Because you're more powerful, you're stronger and that's what i need to go up against The Cortez Family.. I need power to get my Father back and you have plenty of power." I say softly.

"Hmm, You're honest, I like that.. and you are correct.. I'm so fucking powerful." He gloats.

"Rafa.. Prepare some men, We're going to war with Cortez." He smiles.

"Simón." He nods before he walks away.

Translation- okay or gotcha

Miguel gives me a smile as we're alone for a moment but then a girl wrapped around in a bed sheet comes down the stairs.

"Miguel, Qué haces? You left me up there.. Who's this?" She mad dogs me.

Translation- what are you doing?

I look away nervously.

"I pay you to pleasure me not to ask dumb questions. Go get changed, You're done for the night." He hands money to her.

She takes it and gives me a dirty look.

"I bet you don't even swallow." She smirks as she walks back up stairs.

I drop my jaw as i didn't see that coming.

Miguel laughs at me. "Ignore her, She's just jealous, you're prettier." He walks past me to go change.

He stops halfway and decided to tease me more.

"Do you?" He arches an eyebrow.

"Do i what?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Do you swallow?" He deadpan.

My face flusters and i try to find words but i stutter, so i just look away, dreading.

"You're a virgin aren't you Vanessa?" He laughs.

I slowly nod, avoiding eye contact.

"He's going to be a lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles all the way to his room.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

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[seulszn]

I'm Sorry,

I would like to apologize to all the POC writers I have offended with my actions and who where sent death and rape threats because of it. I will like to apologize for the mess I have made under the Ellie and Abby tag I didn't mean for this outcome to happen at all. All I wanted was to say my opinion on a matter that is a very serious in the community. I didn't expect the outcome to be like this I didn’t expect anybody to get hate and I didn’t expect people to give up on something that means so much to them (writing) I deserve the hate coming to me because I wouldn’t mind my business. I'm truly sorry for my actions and if I can go back in time to change what I did I 100% would

And about the minor thing in my household I was raised with 13-16 being a minor and we didn't consider 17 to be a minor we consider it a young adult or adult so I put that in my bio because I thought I would be considered a adult. No I don't read anything that is 18+ I don't interact with blogs that have the 18+ warning anywhere and I respect peoples wishes when they say for us minors to not interact. But that doesn't mean I deserve to be harrassed for my age because if it I was only in “adult business” because again I thought I would be considered one.

And about me blaming those two authors for the hate and harrassment was only because the username who was sending me hate was a fan of them (elsweetheartfan) and I was so stressed and mad at the fact that I was getting this suff that I blamed them and for that I apologize to them.

And people I think are saying I made that hate account when I didn't when I made my last post I left Tumblr (cause I had too take a break cause the hate was really really getting to me and then I thought about Self harming) I didn't make that account to hate on anyone and I wouldn't make that account to hate on myself I'm not an attention seeker.

I have been misgendered a lot my pronouns are They/Them the only reason why @jolyneswif3 uses She/They is because that is my sister please don’t misgender me just because of something I did.

I'm not delusional I have schizophrenia so with people anonymous asking me if I'm delusional as an insult really hurts. And with (@/elsweetheartfan) and a lot of other anonymous asks yes I am Haitian and Greek it exists my mother's side lives in Greece and I live with my Haitian grandmother I wouldn't lie about my race or ethnicity. I started writing because I wanted to make inclusive content for WOC. I made this blog to share my stories with the world. I made this blog cause I felt like TLOU Community isn’t really inclusive enough. I never said white people couldn't read or write about Ellie what I said was Ellie canonically dates WOC so not being inclusive knowing what Ellie dates is kind of stupid.

Again I am truly sorry for and POC who was harrassed because of me that wasn't my intention at all and if anybody wants a personal apology by me my dms will be open. I will be leaving this account for the mean time to grow and mature and change as a person cause the actions I've shown wasn't mature. Please don't Dox my information and please stop harrassing my family they didn't do anything to be brought into this mess this is all me. So if you wish too unfollow me for this I understand completely.

My last post somehow got deleted but I apologize for everything thank you for the support and goodbye for now orevwa :).

#bellaxellie #ellie williams #abby anderson #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie x blk!reader #ellie x black!reader

[appsa]

Good day, my friend. I hope this finds you well, I'd love to solicit for support, you probably have read/heard my story 2 years ago- I'm a transwoman who was sent to a correctional home by her parents for wanting to be Trans. 2 years ago(before i was sent to a correctional home), I made a post making a clarion call of support from the LGBT family, I know it sounds cliche, but unfortunately, here I am 2 years later(after spending almost a year in a correctional home my parents sent me), still needing support to flee. I made an update on the post about my 2 years journey and how my account was locked. I need all the support i can get from you - for the past few weeks, I've been staying low on social media, so I won't get caught by any family member(who are still keeping close tab on me). NOVEMBER, last year, I was introduced back into the family as a male child. Ever since, I have had to live a lie and put up a show for my parents on a daily basis. I don't want to continue living a lie. I need your support! Kindly boost/donate/like and share if you can. Please check my pinned post for my campaign(post i made 2 years ago, including my correctional home story).

Umm when i look up ur username i see multiple ppl saying this is a scam so. Hm.

[darkangel1791]

This is gonna be an overly long story that nobody needs to hear, but here we go.

5 days ago (I think, I'm not sure, I deleted it) I got an ask that said, "Why are you pretending to know everything about Tumblr? Your blog is three months old!" In an extremely obnoxious and offensive way, you know, like trolls do. I deleted it, blocked them, it was over. Because, fuck you I don't have to explain myself! (Now I am going to hypocritically explain myself)

But I just had an interaction with an awesome person who I just met, and that's why I am still on Tumblr. So here is my Tumblr story.

I've been on Tumblr for years. I still had my first account until about 2 years ago. One of my RL family members found it, I have no idea how, and sent me a message like "Hi, this is Becky! What's all this about?" I just noped out immediately because if I wanted people in my RL family to know about the stuff I share on Tumblr, I'd share it on Facebook. I didn't even publicly say goodbye, just straight up ghosted my own Tumblr. If you want the username you can message me. I'm not even putting in on here because Becky.

But I also have other Tumblrs. My second oldest one is @keepxsolxinxsolxinvictus It is mainly for posting pretty pictures. I don't know how old it is, it's old.

But I found out from that Tumblr account that someone had found my old VC fanfic and was reading it and liked it. So I started this one to interact with this fandom because I still wanted to have my pretty picture Tumblr, and I didn’t want to give my followers there whiplash because "How did this become a Vampire Chronicles Tumblr overnight? I've been here for pretty pictures for years!"

So the take-aways from this are, IMHO it's a bad idea to answer hostile asks publicly because that's what they want. But also try not to let the asks get on your nerves because eventually you end up making a self-indulgent post like this.

You can change your Tumblr as your interests change (that's what it did with my first one) or if you have a theme going you can make side blogs or completely different Tumblr accounts. Do what you want.

If you can speak to your entire family the way you speak to your Tumblr mutuals, you are blessed, sweet summer child, never change.

But if you cannot do that without a lot of unnecessary hassles or long explanations (I have a sibling who has no idea what fanfic is and it would take literal years off of my life to explain it to her. Then she would want to know why anyone would do it. That's not even taking into account that most of my family is Conservative Christian, with all that that implies and means in America right now.) do not even let them know that you are on Tumblr, and if for some reason one of them finds you anyway, you can lie, ghost, or tell them to get the Hell out of your Tumblr, whatever works for you.

And, if I had a VPN installed on my 2018 desk computer, I could have lied more efficiently and none of this would be necessary.

#personal tumblr story #kinda dumb things #Damn you Becky!

[sisterssafespace]

I cannot stop stalking my ex fiancé online and his new girlfriend, I know this is a sin but I don’t know how to stop can you please give me some tips

:')

When I first received this ask I thought ' I am the last person that can help with this 😅 ' so I had to seek help from my sisters.

They suggested to do a social media detox for a long while until you'd stop thinking of them and to obviously unfollow (or even block) them everywhere. - Though I know from experience that it is not easy, it is not just a switch you can turn off in your brain. Also sometimes on social media (especially on Tumblr) you can block someone and still check their page. Ugh. Another recommendation was to keep busy and work out. But it is deeper than this. The decision and the commitment to stop needs to come from within. I remember having a conversation with my therapist about this same situation, because years later I couldn't stop. She said that it has become an obsession to me. And that it was more about me than about them. That it didn't mean that I still had feelings, or that they still seem special or interesting to me, it was just something my brain got sorta addicted to doing. And I had to cut that addiction. It was about me. And that actually helped me stop. I am not going to lie, it wasn't easy, I would still get the urge to type the username and check the page, but I no longer acted on my impulse.

However, I am not saying you have an obsession too, to each of us their different situation, what I am saying is : this is about you not about them. You are obviously still hurt, with a hint of jealousy. To feel hurt is acceptable and understanable, to feel jealous is not. Prophet Muhammad ﷺ warned us saying "Do not hate one another, and do not be jealous of one another".

Now, the main idea here is that by stalking them even though you yourself admitted that it is a sin - Allah swt said in surat Al Hujurat "O you who have believed, avoid much [negative] assumption. Indeed, some assumption is sin. And do not spy or backbite each other. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his brother when dead? You would detest it. And fear Allah ; indeed, Allah is Accepting of repentance and Merciful." {Qur'an 49:12}.

You know what's the worst part? You are only inflicting more pain upon yourself. Why would you subject yourself to this torture my dear? Do you think Allah swt would want you to suffer like this? The pain of being rejected or betrayed or left, that's something that will go away with time. One day you will wake up and it will hurt less and less, until one day it won't hurt anymore and it won't matter anymore. But the pain and the heat of jealousy, and probably envy, that you are causing yourself on purpose, that's from Shaytan. Shaytan wants you to disobey Allah swt and to hurt yourself endlessly like this. Are you gonna give in? I think you could be stronger than this. You don't deserve to put yourself through this. You are far more precious and far more valuable.

I think you have to really take a step back and evaluate the actions of this ' bad habit ' let's say. You have to ask yourself why are you doing this and what good are you getting out of it.... ?

And if you want my honest opinion, they are not even worth sinning. Nobody is.

Here's a hack: whenever you feel the urge to go see what they are up to, say AstaghfiruAllah x10 times, and send 10 salawat upon the prophet ﷺ. The thought will disappear. And if it didn't still, leave your phone, go for a walk, talk to a friend, read a page of Quran, prepare something to eat, go sit with your family, anything to distract yourself and preferably something beneficial. Allahu al mustaān my dear.

May Allah swt grant you the strength and patience to move on from this painful situation. Ameen.

- A. Z. 🤍🍃

#sisterssafespace

[muskmelon-enjoyer-199x]

the wild thing about being trans and isolated is that you will have online people who know far more about you than any of your irl peers or family, but you often won't know their real names and society will privilege your superficial offline relationships.

If you tell your therapist your always-online friend strawberrymilk123 posted something suicidal and then stopped posting 6 months ago, they just kind of nod and go "uh-huh." It doesn't matter how weird and empty her absence makes you feel, or that strawbs knew all your weird traumas and you chatted about your favorite media almost daily and you even knew each others' awkward sexual fixations. Your friendship with her means shit because she's not someone you see face-to-face and lie to all day because they wouldn't be nice to you if they knew you. The fact that you saw a photo of her thighs all cut up means shit because you saw that blood through a screen.

The uncertainty involved makes it feel precarious for you and makes it easier for others to dismiss your feelings. 9/10 times, strawbs' partner or single irl friend is not going to log on to break the news. You will not find the obituary where they buried her underneath some high school boy's name and photo. The uncertainty and instability are inherent when society makes you hide in a parallel online world, but they also mean your feelings are treated that way too.

Your feelings don't count and you haven't had multiple acquaintances and friends 41 or OD or disappear, because those were just usernames (or even just anonymous personages connected only by posting style and scattered selfies) on a screen. Scared internet transsexuals aren't people to them because personhood is a status gained through participation in their world, and they don't actually want us to participate.

the fact that you don't know if your friend is alive or dead would mean something if that was a friend from your work or school, but online trans spaces don't count. they're like gay bars in the 60s. They're not real and nothing that happens in them is genuine until an outsider says they are a threat to some sacred cow of theirs or wants to assimilate them

most trans spaces online and irl are terminally babytrans (i.e. feel like they're full of awkward weirdos going through puberty because they lowkey kind of are) and eventually you outgrow them. You don't see many other long-haulers around because they either disappear or just fade into the cis world out of necessity. Being publicly trans is too much to deal with if you don't have to, but being stealth can be very lonely

sometimes I talk to others in the same position online and it's a relief (even if it's just like three posts of back-and-forth). They feel like my friends even though I don't know them. I wonder how many of us are out there living quietly and just carrying old things around because even the people who are supposed to empathize with you almost never actually seem able to

#internalmelon

[rosegoldenatlas]

Today on random rants

This isn't on Smallishbeans this time nor is it on any other mcyt character. It's late and I've wanted a place to rant other than my note app on my phone so here it goes.

Whenever I feel upset about something or someone it feels like my brain is fighting itself. Like two different people are arguing over what o should do. Do you get me?

You know what Its going to sound confusing so I'll make a scenario for it. I'm a writer after all. So let's say I've had a really bad day so I just decided to so in bed and just review why I feel bad. Immediately my brain is split into two people that have different ideas of what is 'okay' to feel and think. I'll name then Atlas and Rose, parts of my username, its fitting

Rose speaks up first, she's saying that I should be being productive right now. That my day wasn't that bad and that I'm being dramatic. She is saying that other people have worse problems and even they can get thing done faster than I can.

Atlas gets upset about that, he argues back telling Rose that all feelings are valid and that I deserve a break. He agrees that other people have much worse problems but that feelings still hurt.

Then Rose would say that family members of mine agree with her. She would bring up moments in my past where I have exaggerated things and that I could be doing that now.

Atlas would bring up points and so would Rose until I just end up shutting them both down and getting back to my day.

Rose takes the win 9 time out of 10.

The thing is that Rose has issues with trust. So when she wins I have to deal with her idea of what is considered good and bad to do. This causes problems with finding put if I am blowing things out of proportion or lying I myself. Now there is the issue of, why would I lie to myself? I don't know whether or not I trust thoughts. Thoughts

I have asked family for advice telling surface level things about how I feel an they think I am probably blowing things out of proportion. I don't want to bother friends with this so now I am posting this anonymously on tumblr. What a world.

Sorry for ranting about myself I'll get back to talking about Mcyt characters soon lmao.

Thanks for reading and eat, drink, get sleep, and take breaks. Love you all, goodbye.

#rants #brain no work #Fix brain

[sevileviathan]

Yo Kirby made a callout on you, I’d check it out

I saw and I see no issue with it! (Explaining my part) (Also sorry for using your ask to respond to everything)

although some information is wrong and made to make me look worse than I am I will be fully honest that yeah- everything Kirby is saying in that post is real and I will never deny it

I see no reason to point out I am the same person (Sevi and Tokyo) when I posted about it before on my Twitter account

I just don't bring it up because why would I bring up an old username? (Kirby knows this first hands)

I understand Kirby is using my past to hurt me but I'm okay with it, there are lots of friends who know, and most of my followers but I don't spit it out to the world (Kirby doesn't tell people what he did in the past does? probably not till he's called out) that I did that if they come to me asking what happened in late 2019 to early 2020- I'll tell them

I have done it many times with friends and new friends I even told my recent ex about it

(Dead naming Kirby)

I've gotten more Anon questions and I know they're all from Kirdy and Kirby, I am sorry I thought you were still going by Eden and just only changed your username as you have done before, I didn't mean to dead-name you as I am also a trans man and I know how it feels to be dead-named a lot I never intended to do it on purpose, for now on I will only say, Kirby

please understand that if I ever bring up the old drama before you changed your name to Kirby, I will say Eden so people can know who you are

(Saying we were friends and that I never told them about the minor)

and Kirby- we were never really close friends back then you and I were only friends as long as I and Bron were back in the Hazbin days you ended up just cutting me off from talking to you and not till you called me out, so we're in the world are you getting at I never told you? I never told you because we weren't friends

The minor's and my friends knew mostly the adults (I won't be saying names but my point still stands)

I never said the minor forgave me and how I know till this day I hurt them but how dare you Kirby to lie about that, the minor has a right to hate me, to cry about what I did, to tell what I did but the fact that you're saying that I made this post to say I never did anything wrong- no that's just wrong, I have said so many times on Twitter before that yes it was my fault, that yes I was horrible and I can't imagine the pain the person is going through

my apology back then was cheap and horribly written, and if I could tell them again how sorry I am I would but I can't because I go by their wishes to never speak to them! ever!

as to the videos Kirby, Lio has said many things with proof I may not know much of your personal life and if you were hurt by family, I fully understand but you never owned up to the other shit you've done (like stealing money from a victim, harassing a minor, trying to sell nudes to Kiwi farm, making lies about people who you don't like, and YOU yourself tried to get a YTber talk about your issues then about a man who groomed a minor) but made excuses to make yourself look like the good guy for YEARS and most recently two months ago harassing Hazbin OC creators for not siding with you

you harassed most if not all people who are big in the HH fandom and not only till Lio call you out again you went offline to make your Kirby account to promote pro-ships

Now let me get this Kiby

when was this about me?

I called you out because I heard the recent news of something you did and I do apologize for not saying what but I really don't think it's my place to say what happened to the victim but this wasn't about me

why not just make a post about how you changed as a person and explain yourself? Oh right because you don't want to

you rather make a call-out post on the person who called you out so you look better than them in every way possible, am I right?

I'm basically easy to call out because I was a gross and disgusting person back in early 2020 but what happened to change Kirby? people change, I haven't gotten any other issue from anyone for 2 years now (besides a small OC drama) what about you?

Let me see- oh right, you harassed a HH creator till you went as Kirby and during to since they called you out AGAIN! during that time

I don't know what to tell you, Kirby, and Kirby's fans I believe in change, I really do but Kirby has been like this for years Kirby has lived longer than me and keeps going to make people mad at things he does

Keep trying to fight back at me Kirby

but unlike you- I ain't gonna use my life of abuse to make people feel bad about me and I will talk like a normal human being and talk about how wrong you are

as a victim myself, you can't keep using your abuse as an excuse to keep people feeling sorry for you

[naes-dairy]

honestly, this whole thing is unbearable

it's just deviating how easy it's before for me to lie about how I feel

It's not even me straight up lying.

I'm basically avoiding whatever they say and just talk about something else.

It feels like everyone's asking me if I'm okay but it's too easy to brush off.

It's like I'm just hoping someone will find this, something hidden so well. It's so easy yet so hard to think of. This whole blog is an example.

who would just randomly thing to search my normal username on a random website I don't talk about and find a vent blog so randomly??

It's just stupid

I just.. I'm to afraid to say it.

I already know I'm awkward. with words, too.

I've never really said the stuff I type out loud.

I'm just.. hoping that I'm lying to myself. I don't want to believe it. That these kind of words can come out my mouth.

It's just hard.

Honestly, why would anything care so much to find out something like this?

No one knows.

Not the closest people to me.

Family, friends. No one.

I hate this. I hate me. I hate the way I think.

#im seriously just stuck in a loop about how i feel #yet again #tw low self esteem #i think yh #um #no esteem #I.... dont know. anymore. #just... #I just dont know anymore #what am I doing? #honestly #im finding it hard to be bothered to do things i enjoy #im just lying down. #its not that hard to do something you enjoy #right? #... #things i want to do #i just cant be bothered #i want to do it #seriously #expresso the depresso #naes vent posts #what #what?

[gingeraleforthetrauma]

Despite making this to vent, I find it hard to type or post here. I've spent so long having everything I say treated as a lie or as an exaggeration that being honest, even to myself, is frustratingly difficult.

I've had therapist after therapist treat me like a liar or an rebellious teen. Teachers and school officials refuse to listen when I tried to explain my home life.

One of my cousins told me that it couldn't possibly as bad as I said, that I was merely at the age where everyone had issues with their parents.

My grandparents don't like that my sibling and I aren't 'normal' enough, between being mixed, neuro-divergent and well, they'd definitely have issues with our gender identities and sexualities if we could say them without getting kicked out.

I've spent a very long time being dismissed and spurned foe telling the truth, for being honest and vulnerable with people that the idea of doing so now is unbearable.

In part doing this behind a username and a translation of my name makes it easier, but at the same time it makes it harder. Because the people I want to listen never will and anything I say can never be placed with a face, and naming names will do nothing for me. Which. Is frustrating. And something I've had to live with for 12 years already, so I'll continue to manage on that front.

But a part of me still wants for there to be a day where I get to be honest, to tell my story without being shut down afterwards. That someday, one day maybe, the people who live hurt me, and my family, won't be able able to walk away scot-free the way they have.

But that's a long time in the future, if ever.

Life... sucks and it's unfair and brutal in its teachings. And more often then not the people who maliciously cut corners and set out without regard for others tend to make it to the top.

But I survived. And so have many others, and we'll keep living, we'll keep surviving and eventually, eventually, we make it out. We get that taste of freedom and everything that's weighed us down for so long loses its grip, and we make it out. Maybe not alright at first, that takes time and patience and support, but eventually we're okay, eventually we get to live our lives for ourselves again.

#traumatised #trauma survivor #venting #this probably isnt coherent

[0256]

Will it ever get better for me.

#Everything is behind the curtain as of now #I'll have to remember to not leave my phone unattended as some notifications have my name #I can lie and say it's a username but I don't want 'family' saying my name #I need to focus on getting out of here preferably in or before may #Either I move out or I end my life in a world that never welcomed me

[lowlights]

YEE HAW AND CONGRATS MY FRIEND!!! 🎉🎊🎉 You deserve all the love, tasty treats, and delicious smut your heart desires for all of the wonderful things you write for us gremlins living in your computerbox!

May I make a matchmaker request? Pedro boy of your choice!

I am an AFAB nonbinary person, they/them preferred but ok with she/her. Bisexual or pansexual. Ok with either term too. 5'7", plus sized, stocky but strong, my head is shaved on both sides, what's left is pretty long and blueish green at the ends. Big bust big butt. 😂 My wife says I'm snuggly. I have nature tattoos, my septum, nostril and ears are all pierced up. I really am a pagan witch, the username don't lie. I'm big on family, natural, found, or internet made, it's all important to me. Love kids, dogs, corvids of any kind. Springtime and fall are my fav seasons. I have mushroom decorations all over my house. (Full merry mushroom set in my kitchen.) I love a well written love story and hate a sad ending. I've been crocheting since forever, love making art of many different types, and love to snuggle down when it rains to read a good book or watch a comfort movie. I also have ADHD and tend to struggle with hyperfocusing on art/reading/finding that one song I heard once four years ago and now the chorus is stuck in my head when I need to be like, adulting.

THAT IS SO FUCKIN' MUCH INFO. I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything at ALL with this, just figured I'd throw my hat in the ring. MUCH LOVE TO YOU DEARIE ✨🌿🍄🌿✨

Sweet Rowan, I've just the man for you. Your match is a little different than the others, though. But I feel *really* solid about this one.

It's Din Djarin, but very specifically @floraandfrost's Cottagecore!AU Din.

First and foremost, Din doesn't care about labels as long as you're yourself. You have what matters to him: a strong love for family, of all sorts. Is there any Pedro boy more centered around family? It's Din Djarin, all the way. Our Mando also loves a strong partner. He adores your body and all of the ways you express yourself, and I feel like you would really help him explore his own individuality after so long living hidden from view. He can trust you with every part of his life, and he feels as safe as he makes you feel.

Now, why specifically cottagecore!Din? He is going to live the dream with you, in a cute cottage with mushies and dried herbs and crystals and everything that matters to you all around the house. Din respects people with deeply-held beliefs and would want to know how he can find the right type of sage for you or bring back certain barks that you need. He would love to snuggle with you and read together and would be the perfect balance to your ADHD moments. He would never be exasperated, just help you quickly think of the song name that's been stumping you for hours and lovingly redirect your attention back to the task at hand.

And oh, you would make him laugh. Truly laugh. He would love your excitement over tiny creatures and the shiny things the crows leave for you and would listen to you talk endlessly about your latest crocheting project. He would absolutely wear the hats and scarves you make for him.

Most of all, cottagecore!Din loves with his entire being, and you are worthy of that love. You must go read through Flora's stories if you haven't already, they are some of my favorites in the whole world. She has created a beautiful universe and I think you will love it.

No sad endings for Din, or you.

I hope you like your pairing, dear! Sorry it's a bit unique but I just felt so strongly about it I couldn't resist!

Requests still open for my 500 followers celebration!

#character match #din djarin but make it filled with wonder #cottagecore din #to the rescue! #thanks for letting me borrow him flora #din djarin #the mandalorian #500 follower celebration

[shelby-love]

#11 TOMMY SHELBY

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

A/N: Peaky Blinders is so aesthetically pleasing to watch and I just love the characters (except Michael I hate him and Gina) so hopefully this is going to be enjoyable to read! This blog was made when I was obsessed with the show, hence my username 😅❤️ P.S. please read in their voices and accents

Original link: 1st Birthday Bundle

The clock in Tommy's office kept ticking and ticking while the two of you sat in silence. The dark, barely lit office seemed to shrink under the quietness.

"Who got you angry today Tommy?" You ask your husband, breaking the stone cold silence.

He lit a cigarette and lifted it to his mouth, sucking in a long breath of the product. "Why do you think someone got me angry?"

"Oh," You whisper, a knowing smile placed on your face. "Because the clock striked midnight an hour ago."

To further check your point he glances at his pocket watch. It doesn't click in his head until he grabs a calendar and checks the date.

"Y/N..."

You dissapeared like the wind and left only a trail of perfume behind you.

***

"Happy birthday mommy!" Your son chirped happily. He gave you his toothy smile and made sure he gave you kisses on both of your cheeks.

"Happy birthday." Charles, Tommy's firstborn son told you quietly. He just finished violin practice and joined you in the kitchen.

"Thank you Charlie," You smile at the boy. "Come. Help your brother and I finish the cake."

You wanted to be a mother figure to the boy but more importantly you wanted him to grow up with your son and treat him like a brother. Because that's what they were.

"Where is dad?" Charlie asked you as you helped him onto a chair so he could work on the counter with a full view.

"Your dad's busy." You tell him. Last night when you left his office, Tommy climbed in the bed with you and fell asleep shorty after doing so. If he knew it was your birthday then he didn't do a great job showing it.

"Mrs. Shelby... Mr. Shelby told me to tell you that he wants to see you. He's at the stables." One of your maids informed you shyly which made you furrow your eyebrows.

"Tell Mr. Shelby that I'm not his employee. If he wants to see me then he needs to fetch me." You tell her whilst keeping an eye on how much flour Charlie will put in the mix. Quietly, with just enough decibel for you to be the only person that hears, you mumble, "I'm his wife after all."

"Mrs. Shelby I-"

"Never mind... Thank you for informing me Sandra." You decide. "Stay here and keep my boys company."

You press a kiss to your sons cheek and ruffle Charlie's hair before dissappearing into the hall. "Mrs. Shelby?"

"Yes, Sandra?"

"Happy birthday Mrs. Shelby."

***

"Tom?" You call out. With unsurprisingly he doesn't answer.

Your boots click against the ground as you walk to the entrance of the stable. Your hand grasps the door and before you can put your strength to use and push them open you hear the sound of thundering hooves coming your way.

Your husband rounds the corner with a snow like beauty making you gasp. You never saw this horse before and you precisely know all of your horses under your name. The races and the horses that come with them are one of the reason you and your now husband clicked and married.

You watch as your husband rides the snow like coloured horse. The horse's muscles rippled from under it's freshly groomed pelt and his powerful legs.

England's gloomy sky embraced his white colour and the wind blew his mane into the air like flames. A beautiful sight for a horselover like yourself.

"His name is Little Joe."

"Little Joe huh?" You walk towards the two carefully before grasping the raigns and brushing your palm against the animal's mane. "What are we going to do with him? Is he for the races?"

"No." Tommy says simply before jumping down from Joe's back. "Joe here is your birthday gift."

"It's not my birthday today."

Tommy gives you a look that says I know you're lying so stop. A laugh escapes your lips as you continue to stroke the mane of your new horse.

"It is Y/N. My calendar doesn't lie."

"Oh so you're saying that our son does?" You shoot at him. The reason for your sudden leave last night was precisely because you thought that he was going to remember. It's not like your son has been screaming that for two weeks straight. "Do you even listen to what he has to say?"

"Y/N..."

"It doesn't bloody look like you do."

"Hey, hey..." Tommy grabs your face softly before you can turn it away from him. "I listen to him alright? It's your birthday today so don't be angry with me hm?"

"Cancel your plans for today Mr. Shelby. I want you at home with your family." You tell him. "Maybe you can teach Charlie how to ride. He's a gypsy at heart Tommy. He loves the horses."

"What about Y/S/N?"

"You will help him decorate the cake." You say before walking away from Tommy and hopping onto your new horse. "Come along Mr. Shelby, we don't have all day."

"Happy birthday."

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