#lewis tan smut

[lewistanfanpage]

Lord have fucking Mercy

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[mauvecherie-writes]

Hey guys! I would really love people to interact with this post, it’s very important.

What’s a cute fluffy idea that you would love to see me explore ie write about in the future. It would really help with my field research, thank you 💕💕

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[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 6

pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader, Grid x Reader

summary: you and lance have a talent for traumating the grid *insert emotional damage meme here*

requests open masterlist

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It was safe to say that that you and Lance were still very much in your honeymoon phase when you got to testing. Both of you very tan from your weeks spent on the beach.

“Y/n! You surprised the world when you announced your marriage and name change, Anything you want to say about it?” One of your favorite interviewers asks you as you walk hand in hand to the paddock with Lance.

“Sure, yeah. Lance and I have been together for a long time, so getting married was just the natural next step. It was a small wedding with close friends and family. Regarding my new name, alittle over a year ago, Kimi offered to mentor me and we forged a very close bond. He is basically my father and his kids are my siblings, so with the blessing of the family I wanted to honor the relationship the best way I knew how. Racing under the Räikkönen name is such a huge honor and I can’t thank my dad and family enough for the honor,” you beam, more than happy to talk about your family.

“How did Kimi react when you told him you were taking his name both legally and when racing,” she asks, your joy infectious.

“He was so happy, I told him at the wedding, yeah. We are such a tight family, I can’t thank them enough for bringing me into their family and allowing me to take their last name. And Lance has been wonderful about it, he actually suggested hyphenating the names,” you tell her. Usually you are pretty tight lipped, but you with happily talk with her.

“Alright, onto what actually matters. How are you feeling going into testing with Red Bull?” she asks and you take a step back into your normal interview style.

“Good. I certainly miss Checo here, but the car feels good. We will see how testing goes and work from there,” Lance gives you a look that says you will be late and the journalist notices.

“Thanks for chatting, and congratulations,” she says and you nod in thanks before walking away.

“You look very hot today, Mrs Räikkönen-Stroll,” Lance says kissing the side of your head.

“Maybe so, but nothing compares to you post race,” your cheeks flame a little. Lance pulls you into a small alley between motorhomes. You are pressed against the wall as Lance kisses you, hands tangled in each other’s hair.

“OH MY GOD!” you hear Daniel shriek.

“MY EYES!” Valtteri screams. Lance quickly pulls away from you as the four of you look at each like deer in the headlights. Daniel and Valtteri quickly walk away, leaving you and Lance giggling like school kids.

The club atmosphere was off when you walked in, taking a seat beside Logan. Valtteri can’t look you in the eyes while Daniel isn’t sure whether his is proud or scarred for life.

“Fernando, I was not aware of your taste in books,” Nico says, a little flushed thinking about what they had to read.

“Yeah, a smut book? We do have innocent eyes here,” Kevin looks at you and Logan.

“Innocent?” Logan asks, a breathy laugh behind it.

“The beach scene?” Lewis suggests you all start on.

“The writing was phenomenal, the author really captured the emotions and sensations. It read so raw, so lifelike. It was one of the few times that art imitated life. She captured every intimate thought and feeling that a woman gets when she is having sex. I remember during the honeymoon when Lance and I did something similar on the private beach and wow, the author really nailed it,” you say, not quite realizing what you had just revealed to the group.

“Damn, Y/n, I didn’t realize you and Lance were freaks like that. Respect,” Daniel says, never being one to shy away from sex. Your face twists in mortification at what you unintentionally revealed. The guys look at eachother mortified as well.

You were an adult, they knew that, but in their subconscious mind you haven’t done anything more than kiss a boy. That’s how you end up following them as they storm across the paddock.

“Logan! Help me stop them,” you look at him with panic in your eyes as the group nears the Aston Martin garage.

“Hell no, this is so funny,” he says and you huff. You see the guys cornering Lance.

“YOU RUINED OUR DAUGHTER?!” Fernando yells at his teammate. You just want to sink into a corner and die, similar to how Lance appears.

“Our precious, innocent, child. What’s next? Logan has slept with a girl?” Valtteri says.

“HEY!” Logan yells in offense. The guys’ faces drain of more color.

“You too? This isn’t ok,” Kevin says and you spot Max and Lando trying not to laugh, the two of them having seen the commotion and wanted to check it out.

“I think you guys are forgetting that the three of us are consenting adults, we aren’t kids anymore,” you say softly, Logan and Lance standing by you, the latter still scared.

“Tell that to Kimi,” Nico chuckles and you groan at the mention of your dad.

“Alright, stop harassing my teammate, we have meetings,” Max breaks everyone up, leading you away.

“Thanks, Maxie,” you let out a breath of relief.

“Do I want to know?” he laughs.

“No, I don’t think so,” you return his laugh. You just hope that your book club meeting will be smoother tomorrow morning.

The next morning, you walk into the room happy and perky as usual.

“You okay, Fernando?” Logan asks when he notices Fernando on his third cup of coffee and the tiredness in his eyes.

“The hotel has thin walls. My hotel room shares a wall with Lance’s,” Fernando says, giving you a look that makes you blush in embarrassment, wishing the earth would open up and eat you whole.

“It is natural. They are young and in love, maybe we will have a baby Stroll soon,” Lewis says and your eyes light up.

“We will!” you say, quickly pulling out your phone. The older drivers hearts sink, all slightly panicking. “Oh my god, I’m not pregnant guys, we are just getting a puppy,” you laugh at their faces.

“I would like to make a motion to kick Y/n out of the book club due to the amount of emotional distress she has given the members this weekend,” Valtteri says, and your jaw drop.

“Alright alright, but you don’t understand the almost of trauma I went through having rooms that neighbored all of you during my first year here,” you point your finger at all of them.

“Motion denied,” Daniel sighs, knowing he was probably one of the main culprits.

“So, this dog?” Nico says, changing the subject.

instagram

y/username EVERYONE MEET MY BABY!

since I’m too young to have a baby (according to the club) here is my baby holding our baby, Milo Stroll ❤️🐾🐶

logansargeant look at how big his paws are! he’s gonna be a big boy 😍

y/username his favorite uncle 🥰

danielricciardo @y/username I take offense to that

user1 y/n really had me in the first half

nicohulkenberg she had us too the first time she brought up Milo in conversation

lancestroll what a hot mama 😮‍💨

y/username nothing compared to the absolute DILF holding my sweet puppy in the picture

georgerussel MY EYES! MY INNOCENT EYES

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #f1 grid x reader #max verstappen #checo perez #f1 grid #george russell #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll #nico hulkenberg #fernando alonso #kevin magnussen #valtteri bottas #lewis hamilton #lando norris #logan sargeant

[russilton]

Brake Balance on Ao3

Notes: Lewis/George, Explicit, Trans George Russell

Summary:

"Why don’t you come dance?” With me goes unspoken, and George is eyeing him with a familiar look, like he’s sure Lewis will brush him off again, but he still wants to try.

Maybe it’s the buzz of alcohol. Maybe it’s the shiny skin of a tanned collarbone showing through George’s three open shirt buttons. Maybe it’s just the adrenaline of the whole day in general, but for once, Lewis thinks that sounds like a pretty good idea.

Stop overthinking, just go with it.

Bono’s words echo pointedly around his mind. Fuck it

It's finally here, 25k of Trans George, Fuck boy Lewis, and gratuitous smut. There's plot, there's smut, there's angst, have fun!

#britcedes #gewis #4463 #f1 rpf #trans george russell #lewisgeorge #mark's fic tag #oh my god they were teammates #full wets #trans george #the fuckboy lewis au

[pochunts]

LEWIS TAN GIF PACK

— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE ) hq gifs of LEWIS TAN sourced from his role as KIP PRESCOTT in ABOUT FATE (2022). lewis is 35 and is of chinese & white ( english ) descent, so please cast him accordingly. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these. DO NOT: add these gifs to any other gif hunts, gif sets, edit, redistribute, claim as your own, use in real-life celebrity rps or to portray historical characters, smut rps or for smut writing. DO: please give this post a like or reblog if you found these useful or have any intention of using these.

gifs feature: Emma Roberts.

warnings/triggers: Fighting.

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[janedeleon]

let me post it here because my blog is finally no longer shadowbanned but my indie still is rip i got some more time on my hands so i’m now back to looking for future besties 1x1/mumu writing partners because i’m brimming with muse and have a lot of ideas and fcs i wanna play, so if you wanna be annoyed with lots of headcanons, muse posts, songs that i think would work for our pairing(s) and manips by someone who really delves into ships and practically lives on pinterest, hit that like and i’ll come to you ♡ i write both on tumblr and discord (preferred), can play/play against mostly anyone, am more than willing to double up (preferred), have no triggers and am very smut-friendly! can be kinky too lbr because i have no triggers as long as there's still an actual plot. however, if you only play white fcs or only play female muses, let’s not waste each other’s time. i'm not interested.  for plots: i’m mostly into slice of life plots (exes, good girl x bad boy, fake dating, best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers), but i’ve also been really wanting reality tv plots lately (are you the one, love island, love is blind, too hot to handle, single's inferno), celebrity plots & anything that's super angsty! for a sneak peek, some fcs i've been REALLY wanting to play lately: kim yoo jung, mason gooding, jane de leon, shin seung ho, dilraba dilmurat, lewis tan, greta onieogou, kim min gue, patricia tanchanok good, ok taecyeon & kylie verzosa, to name a few.

additional note: i do want to be friends with the people i write with, and i’m online everyday because of work so i’m pretty much always around if you want to talk! ♡ additional note to this additional note: if you like this, i'll be messaging you from a different blog because i don't want to be shadowbanned again omg

#this turned out so long omg #indie rp #1x1 #1x1 rp #indie smut rp #discord rp #discord 1x1 rp #indie oc rp #discord 1x1 #indie 1x1

[bakarilennox]

Tracey’s Birthday Fic-a-Thon!

Hi everybody! I never did this before so excuse how lackluster this post looks.

For those who don’t know, I’m turning 15+16 on July 17th. I was wondering… if you have time of course, would write a some feel-good (or feel-angst) one shots, head cannons, or drabbles about some of my favorite men (& women) candy that I write or blog about.

Names include, but not limited to:

Lewis Tan:

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II:

Precious Lee:

Trevante Rhodes:

Monster Woo:

Jimin:

Chris Evans:

Winston Duke:

Henry Cavill:

(I had to give faces to names, sorry)

[Keep Reading]

I will list a few prompts and you can start there or freestyle, whatever floats your boat. I prefer romantic smut fics, but they don’t have to be. Just tag them as #ABirthdayFicforTre.

Prompts:

“I’m only baking a cake, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

A birthday evening that turns into an wedding proposal

Birthday Baecation/Friendcation

“Surprise! Aye, where your clothes at?”

Karaoke night “Please stop singing for the love of God.”

“I made you a mixtape/playlist.”

Romantic walk on the beach

“Come get your cat!”

“Excuse me miss, I believe you stole my heart. May you please return it.”

Birthday massage

“I’ll help you with wash day babe.”

“I don’t want to go out, let’s stay in and cuddle.”

“I bought this and thought of you.”

“I was browsing online and I found this story you wrote about me.”

“I’m glad that I’m here with you.”

Indoor Nerf gun fight

The love interest’s dog leads them to my dog

“I’m only cooking dinner, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

“Hey I’m lost, can you help me find where [whatever place you choose] is?”

Birthday shopping spree

“C’mon, let me do your makeup. It’ll look good I promise.”

Found log dog, returns it to the love interest/future friend

Love interest/ friend hears me singing in the shower and joins in

“I can take all the groceries in one trip, don’t worry.”

Loses phone at the park, love interest/future friend finds it & returns it to you.

“I love everything about you.”

“I know that you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I got this for you!”

“Wanna watch a scary movie?”

“Your mom said I’m invited to the cookout so that’s why I’m here.”

With best friend at a sports game and the kiss cam comes and we kiss. We secretly crushed on each other.

Birthday pool party and Love interest/friend shows up unannounced.

Whatever you want. (except i*cest, race play, use of slurs, etc.) Just be respectful basically.

This is open to everyone, but I’m tagging the people that I often see write fics so if you wanna join, I’d love it! And I am all about no pressure, so submit when you can and shoot me a message/tag whenever. 😊

Tags: @royallyprincesslilly @tgigoldie @yaachtynoboat711 @randomwordprompts @muse-of-mbaku @cecereads209 @sheabuttahwrites @kittehkwrites @crushed-pink-petals-writes @ingeniousmindoftune @stargirlfics @celestianstars @pm-my-hubbies @liquorlaughslove @laketaj24 @fumbling-fanfics @natashacoco & whoever sees this.

Thanks in advance for making this the best birthday ever! 🥳😁

[engineers-curry]

So many of these smut prompts fit for brat George: but especially 2, 64 & 83 👀 they would probably fit best with Lewis/George or Mike/George

OHHH this screams britcedes summer break vacation so much!! Hope you like it :)

"Lewis, I'm bored," George whines from the sun bed where he has been lazing on all day, pushing his sunglasses up. Lewis is immune against his boyfriend's pout, only smiling to himself.

"Then go for a swim," he turns his head towards the pool, the cold water sparkling under the sunlight. It's not the answer George is looking for, obviously, but two can play this game. And Lewis knows exactly what George plans, ever since the other stepped outside in nothing but some flimsy fabric that can hardly be labelled as bikini.

Instead, Lewis picks up his fashion magazine again, his smirk growing wider when the same bikini is looking back at him from the open page. He knew it would look great on George, especially with how easy the other could tan.

George has other plans though and a second later, Lewis notices the other rolling around to get up and then climbing on Lewis' sunbed, straddling his thighs.

"Lewis."

"George."

"Fuck me?" George flutters with his eyelashes. "Please?"

Well, at least not all manners have been lost yet. Still, Lewis won't give in easily.

"I think I've spoiled you too much these last days," Lewis states simply, putting down the magazine. "Rules are rules."

"I said please," George insists, letting himself fall forward, his crotch now dangerously close to Lewis'. He can easily see the outline of George's dick straining against the bikini bottoms, grinning at how eager and impatient the other is.

"I don't get the impression it was sincere, kitten," Lewis smirks, yet not moving. He knows it drives George insane. "Why don't you try again?"

George leans forward, slightly, their crotches being dangerously close now. "Please Lew?"

The other is pulling all registers, batting his eyelashes again, chewing on his lower lip. Lewis doesn't react but George's impatience is bigger as he lets out a soft moan, his hips pushing forward. Rubbing their crotches together. Without his permission.

Lewis' hands shoot forward, locking George's hip in an iron grip. His boyfriend moans again, letting his head fall against Lewis' shoulder. "Ah, ah. Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules."

"As long as you touch me," George says from where his head is still pressed against Lewis' neck, he sounds completely breathless already. Lewis smirks against the others' hot skin, inhaling the scent of sun cream and chlorine, mixed with sweat. He has an idea.

"Who said anything about touching," He grins, feeling his boyfriend going rigid in his arms. He uses it to slip his hand under the fabric of the bikini bottoms, his fingers finding George's hole with ease.

"You're so predictable, kitten." Lewis whispers into his ear when one of his fingers easily slips inside, without any resistance from George's body. Of course the other prepped himself. "So desperate for me, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad, you better start taking it."

Lewis removes his hands from George's hips, crossing them behind his head. He basks in himself in the other's confused expression, taking a deep breath. "Go on or do you think I'll reward you for acting like a brat? If you want to bounce on my dick, you can do it yourself."

Lewis swears he has never seen the other scrambling towards his swimming trunks this quickly.

#lewis/george #my prompts #im sorry sjsjsjs

[wesper-ao3feed]

Im So Alive

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SeWtyRU by Nematic The story starts right after Jack just received his WhatsOnStage award, thinking he was completely spent and ready to go home with Cavan to sleep for a week, only to find that his boyfriend has made other arrangements. And suddenly it's a party of five, with a lot of alcohol, and suddenly things slowly start to heat up! I picture the story as safe and carefree, just fun fluff and smut - oh there will be sooooo much smut. Especially after Freddy reveals a secret the other boys can't wait to exploit. And might also include some light roleplaying, with them going into their characters from the show, and would you really blame me? Words: 2900, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Shadow and Bone (TV), Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Next to Normal - Kitt/Yorkey Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Jack wolfe, Cavan Clarke, Freddy Carter, Kit Young, Lewis Tan Relationships: Jack Wolfe/Cavan Clarke, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck Additional Tags: WhatsOnStage, awardshow, Jack Wolfe winning best supporting performer in a musical, jack Wolfe fantasy, Jack centered fanfic, All Is just pure imagination, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, WOS award, Jack performing I’m Alive, I’m alive, After Party, Next to Normal musical London, Next to Normal - Freeform, After the after-party, celebrating the award Jack won, Freddy brought his camera, So much smut for these guys, wesper read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SeWtyRU

#wesper #wylan x jesper #wesper fanfiction #wesper ao3feed #ao3feed #fanfiction

[nolantalks]

SO IF THAT ALL STARTED BECAUSE YOU WOULDN’T SMUT SHOULDN’T YOU JUST USE UGLIER FACE CLAIMS?

Honestly, this point has come up a lot in the past and even today. It probably would solve a lot of issues or even not use face claims who are in straight ships on tv shows or movies but I do tend to avoid very popular face claims anyway. Even have some of my female member joke with ‘ohhh no, you used a hottie and won’t let me force you into sex with my female character, why you so misogynistic? And let’s plot them.’ But yeah no, I refuse to use ‘uglier’ face claims just because these horny virgins want to smut with the ones I pick and get mad when I refuse to let them force me into smut and to respect my preferences and the fact I’m not so secretly demisexual.

WHO IS YOUR CURRENT ‘MASCOT’ FACE CLAIM?

Right now it’s DJ Cotrona but Lewis Tan has also replaced a lot of the previous ‘mascots’ that I use for a lot of the characters people have tried to lie about.

WE SAW WHAT YOU DID EARLIER, YOU THINK YOU’RE CLEVER DON’T YOU?

#let’s see how long it takes me to notice #already have how they’ll react set up #it’s going to be fun

[lewistanfanpage]

Welp, if ya didn't have breathin problems before, now ya do.

#lewis tan #lewistan #wu assassins #lu xin lee #fistful of vengeance #netflix #mortal kombat #shadown and bone #lewis tan smut

[mauvecherie-writes]

Hi guys!

I have some time off, send in some questions ie what you’d like to know about me, questions about past and future works! Etc! Send in smutty thots too lol

ASK BOX IS OPEN!!!

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: I Got You** {One-Shot}

Lewis Tan x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Fluff, Mild to Moderate NSFW, Mild to Moderate Smut

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Lewis takes notice that you’re having a hard day, so he pushes everything to the side to make it easier.

Note: This is for @munteanhorewrites I hope this make you feel all fluffy, doll.  💜💜

 ***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

 ***Mildly Interactive***

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The way you kissed him goodbye this morning was weighing heavily on his mind. He was so in tune with you that it was easy for him to decipher how you felt. Depending on the kiss he got, he could determine if you were happy, feeling flirtatious, sad, angry, or even annoyed. This morning’s kiss was a detached one that left the taste of melancholy on his lips. He’d wanted to pull you back to him and badger you until you told him what was wrong, but time was once again against him.

 Four hours into this shoot, and he was still at it. He’d never had more than fifteen minutes to himself, and even then, he was still working. Either it was doing small interviews and web appearances, or it was answering emails. He always tried to find a balance in his life. A balance to give you the attention you deserved, but the last few months had been difficult because his name was coming up more and more for potential roles, which meant many more meetings.

 Finally, with some time for himself, he dialed you. After three rings, you picked up.

 “Hi babe,” you said, your voice low and dejected.

 “Hi, princess. How are you?”

“Eh--,” you began on a sigh. “I’m okay. I’m just sitting on the balcony with Bear.”

 “Is she keep you good company until daddy comes home?”

 “Yeah, she’s always so sweet to me.”

 Even your voice now didn’t sound like your usual self. He could feel something was off.

 “What’s wrong, princess?”

 Again, you sighed, but you didn’t speak right away. Instead of speaking, he patiently waited for you to be ready to talk about it. He knew better than to force you to open up. You’d do it in your own time. After almost a minute, you spoke.

 “It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

 “Yeah? Tell me about it,” he coaxed on.

 “I just feel at a crossroads, I guess. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel all over the place, but like I’m standing still. I don’t even know if that made any sense.”

 He could hear the struggle in your voice and even felt the chaos going on in your head. His heart sunk, and just like that, his decision was made.

 “It made sense. How about we talk about it when I get in?”

 “Sure, baby, I’m sorry I don’t mean to bring you down while you’re working,” you began before he quickly shut you down.

 “I don’t wanna hear you say that again. You never bring me down. You’re the reason I’m always on cloud ten.”

 You snorted. “Babe, you mean, cloud nine.”

 “Nah, I said what I meant, princess. Cloud ten. You got me walking in the sky on a whole different level than anyone else. They wish they were me.”

 “You’re so silly. Get back to work,” you teased.

 “Y/N.”

 “Yes, baby.”

 “I love you. You know that, right.”

 “I know, babe,” you began to brush off.

 “No, I don’t think you do, but you will by the end of the day,” he finished.

 Once he ended the call, he got on the phone with his people to cancel the rest of his day. He didn’t care what it took. He had no intention of working for the rest of the day. It was strictly for you.

 Once the photo shoot was finished, he made a few quick stops to pick up things he would need. Plenty of your favorite candles. An overflow of your bath and body products from Lush. Your favorite order from the Japanese restaurant you always craved. Several servings of your favorite dessert and a few gifts. When he made it home, it almost six. Before bringing in the bags, he tracked you down, finding you still on the balcony in the bedroom.

 “Hey, baby.”

 Your smile was bright, but it never reached your eyes. “Hi.”

 He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. “You smell like cotton candy, vanilla, and sugar. Where’ve you been?”

 Trying not to seem suspicious, he shrugged. “I just picked up a few things from the store. Have you eaten today?”

 You leaned back and hugged Bear closer, who was trying to reach him. Bending down closer, he allowed her to lick along his jaw.

 “Hi Bear, how are you? Have you been taking care of our lil’ mama? Yes, you have. Such a good girl.”

 For a few moments, both of you snuggled and scratched behind Bear’s ears, showering her with the same affection she always showed both of you.

 “So, did you?”

 “I had some tea and a muffin earlier.”

 “Princess,” he began scolding before you sighed then pouted those perfect lips.

 “Don’t be mad at me,” I couldn’t take that too.”

 “No baby, I’m not mad. I just don’t like it when you don’t take care of yourself. You mean everything to me, and I need you around.”

 You felt your heart swell from his words. You knew you meant a lot to him, but hearing him voice it always made your heart skip a beat. Turning around with the chair back between you, you flung your arms around his neck, holding him closer.

 “I love you.”

 “I love you too, princess,” Lewis whispered back.

 That was when you let everything out. You told him about the sleepless night you’d had, which he wasn’t even aware of. You told him about your worries, your fears, the anxieties that had reared their ugly heads, and held you captive all day. You held nothing back. The deepness of your anxieties and pain had him pulling you out of the chair, so you straddled him on the floor. He held you as you cried and let you use him as your teddy bear for as long as you needed.

 Once your sobs subsided, he proceeded to tell you all the things he loved about you, beginning with your kind and giving heart, the one he fell in love with first. He told you how much he loved your sense of humor and intelligence and loyalty to those you love. He even revealed a few secrets he’d held on to since the beginning of your relationship that would have told you how completely wrapped around your finger you had him. Nothing was off limits. He let it all out.

 By the time the sun had set over the horizon, you were staring at each other, neither in a rush to move or do anything else. He almost forgot about the night he’d planned—almost.

 “Give me ten minutes. I’ll be right back,” he said, kissing your nose and placing you on the floor.

 He rushed around your home to gather the bath products he’d bought and brought them into the bathroom to fill the tub. As he filled it, he didn’t think much of what ingredients were meant for what; all he cared about was the scent. He knew which scents would help with stress and mood, and those were the ones he focused on. As the water filled and the bath bombs fizzed out, he placed the candles around the bathroom and lit each one.

 Once he was sure everything was perfect, he went back to your bedroom and found you right where he left you, again with Bear in your arms. She loved the attention. Slowly he covered your eyes and led you to the bathroom, all the while you softly giggled.

 “What are you up to?”

 “Nothing. I just want tonight to be all about you. I want you to truly feel loved, taken care of, and safe.”

 “Aw, babe.”

 When he lowered his hands from your eyes, you gasped and brought yours to your mouth.

 “Oh my god, Lewis.”

 Before you was such a lovely sight, it brought tears to your eyes. The soft glow of the plethora of candles that were decorated around bathed the room in a romantic aura that had butterflies filling your belly. When your eyes dropped to the tiled floors, you found red and white rose petals leading to the back of the bathroom, where the dark bamboo colored flooring held the white porcelain tub.

 “Babe.”

 The tears in your eyes welled to capacity. Lewis dragged the pads of his thumbs just underneath your eyes to sweep them away.

 “Come on.”

 He led you along the flower path to the tub. The scent of plumeria, gardenia, vanilla, brown sugar, and a few other scents wrapped around you, making you moan.

 “Babe, this is so sweet,” you whined. When he smiled and showed off those adorable dimples, you playfully dug your pointer into them, deepening them.

 “Come on. Let’s get you in.”

Lewis stepped behind you, undid your robe, and helped you into the tub. As you sank down, you sighed out, relishing the feel of the hot water on your skin. Once you sat, you stretched and dipped your back to rest your neck against the cushion there.

 “Is it good?”

 “Yes, baby, thank you.”

 Instead of leaving, Lewis went behind you, sat on the raised portion of the floor, and picked up your bath gloves.  When you felt him begin to bathe you, you melted.

 “You’re going to give me a bath?”

 “Yep,” he replied.

 “Sure, you can handle that?”

 His smile was wide before he bit his bottom lip. “You know how focused I can be when I have a goal.”

 “And what’s the goal, baby?”

 Your eyes met. “The goal is to have the love of my life feel like the queen she is. So turn around, lay back, and let daddy do all the work.”

 You did as you were told, and Lewis did as he promised—he did all the work. Lewis rubbed your muscles and massaged out all the kinks and lumps your body held with expertise. You always knew he was good with his hands. He could handle every weapon with ease and skill. That skill didn’t stop there; it stretched far beyond martial arts and weaponry. By the time he’d drained the tub and rinsed your body off, you could have floated away from how lite you felt.

 He left you for a few minutes leaving you to wrap in a towel and make it back to your bedroom where you found your stock of body products replenished with a sweet note and gift box. Inside the gift box were a new robe and a sexy cami and short set. After lathering your skin with the lotion that smelled like coconuts, roses, and cocoa butter, you put the items on. When you turned around there, Lewis stood leaning on the door jamb, just quietly watching you.

 “How long have you been there?”

 “Since you popped that delectable thigh up there,” he said, nodding to the bed.

Smiling, you tried not to feel embarrassed. He’d been watching since the very beginning and hadn’t made one sound.

 “How many times have I told you not to used your creepy martial arts stealth against me,” you teased as you walked across to him.

 “Once or twice, but I get the best shows when you don’t know I’m there,” he cooed into your ear before he placed and kiss on your neck.

 “Mmm, you smell so good,” Lewis added, biting your shoulder, making you moan and melt against him. His hand slid down the curve of your back to grip your backside, again making you moan.

 “I like this,” he huskily mentioned.

 “Not sure who you bought it for, me or you.”

 Lewis’s grip tightened on your flesh, pulling you closer so you could feel the beginning stirs of his arousal.

 “Mmm, is that also for me?”

 You lifted a leg and wrapped it around him, making his grip change, so his fingertips gently brushed your sex. The action made both of you groan. When you felt his member thicken even more, you slipped your hand between you to rub your hand against his crotch. Lewis sucked in a breath, then grunted.

 “Behave, princess,” he said before you felt him pinch your clit, sending a hot red blaze of desire through your body.

 Lewis lowered your leg, turned, and led you out of the bedroom and down the stairs. When he brought you into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to find the biggest pillow and blanket fort you’d ever seen. Excitement bubbled in you, which had you jumping and screeching as Bear scurried by your feet.

 “Oh my god, baby. A pillow fort? Aaah!”

With that, you ran around the living room, looking at everything he’d managed to do. It was a small thing, but he knew how much you loved cheesy things like this. When you rounded to him, you leaped into his arms, wrapping your legs around him.

 “Oh, baby, thank you. I love it,” you said, kissing all over his face.

 “I’m glad you like it. It’s gonna stay up the whole week. It took forever.” Your smile was wide before you kissed him once, then twice. On the third kiss, you delved your tongue into his mouth and took control of a kiss you hoped showed him how much this and he meant to you. Lewis moaned on your mouth before his hands dropped to cup your ass. As if unconsciously, he angled you against his need, and in seconds you were making out and moaning. Lewis was the one to abruptly pull away and groan.

 “Let’s eat.”

 Dinner was amazing and perfect. While you ate, Lewis gave you complete control over what you watched. Not wanting to make him sit through some super sappy romance movie, you chose something with a good mix of action and romance. By the time you moved on to the second movie, dinner was finished, and you’d moved on to dessert. Again you melted when you saw just how much trouble he’d gone through for you today. The second gift he gave you was a gold bracelet with a heart with your first initial and his together, and the mandarin word forever etched on the back. That was when stray tears rolled down your face, to which Lewis whispered nothing but words of love, infatuation, and desire.

 Halfway through their third movie, your hands began their search for the warmth of his flesh. It didn’t take long for your search to go from innocent to complete debauchery.  You could tell your touch was having an effect when Lewis’s breathing sounded more and more labored, and the speed of his heartbeat increased underneath your cheek. The way his slim limbs looked in his boxer briefs had your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Slipping your hand down his abdomen and over every ab, you slinked your hand unto his underwear. Lewis groaned.

 “What’re you doing, princess?”

 “What does it feel like, daddy?”

 He groaned, bit his bottom lip, then slightly arched when you gently gripped his shaft.

 “This is supposed to be a calm night for you. it’s not supposed to be about--.”

 His words paused, and breath hitched as your hand traveled lower to caress the balls of his manhood.

 “God, you’re killing me, baby.”

 “What am I doing?”

 When he looked at you, the innocence in your eyes hid his member visibly pulsate. The helplessness you saw in his eyes had you instantly wet. You swung your leg over him and straddled him, letting the heat from your core sear his hardness, branding him as yours all over again. Lewis sucked in a breath and leaned back on one of the mountains of pillows.

 “We don’t—you don’t have to—I just wanted to do something nice for you. I wanted to show you how much I love you,” Lewis rushed out with great effort.

 “I love you so much for everything you did today. You didn’t have to, and I appreciate it and you more than you’ll ever know,” you began.

 You then leaned closer to him so your face was right in front of his. He was close enough to kiss. All he had to do was take it.

 “It’s my turn to do something for you to show you how much I love you.”

 Once the words came out, Lewis’s lips were on yours. He kissed you intensely and passionately. It was a kiss that stole your breath. In no time, everything had flipped, including your body. You were now underneath him with your legs spread. As Lewis kissed you, he rocked his body against you, fanning the flames of your desire.

 “I love you,” Lewis whispered as you peeled his underwear off his hips. Lewis assisted you in sliding them lower until he’d kicked them off.

 Once you felt the heaviness of his need rest on your pubis, you moaned and wrapped a leg around his back. Lewis didn’t wait. In seconds he’d managed to pull off the shorts you wore and fling them somewhere in the room. From then, there was no need to go slowly.

 “Make love to me,” you whispered.

 Lewis locked eyes with yours and thrust forward, connecting your bodies. Both of you sighed out as if you’d found your sanctuary after a long day.

 “I love you,” you whispered on a strangled breath.

 His response was a kiss that spoke of nothing but languid need, while his thrusts said he needed you and needed you now. His thrusts were swift but deep, and they worked to drive you insane. Within minutes you were clinging to him, sinking your nails into his back. Every connection you clenched around him while panting his name. On every retreat, he whimpered yours.

 “You’re my world, Y/N.”

 You could see the truth of what he spoke in his eyes, and it brought you closer to the edge. Lewis sensed it and doubled down on his efforts to make you come undone.

 “Do you love me, princess?”

 “So much, baby,” you whispered before you gasped loudly.

 Your back arched, and seconds later, you were clenching around him as your orgasm tore through you. It was so powerful it dragged Lewis down with you. The two of you laid on the soft blankets of your fort, catching your breath. Lewis traced lazy patterns into your skin before he shifted onto his side, taking you with him. As you gazed into each other eyes, you fell in love with him all over again.

 “Thank you, baby.”

 “I’d do anything for you. Remember, I’m always here for you. You win, I win. You’re happy; I’m over the moon. You’re unhappy; my world is dark. Confide in me. I got you.”

 He kissed your nose and pulled you closer. It didn’t take long for you both to doze off completely exhausted.

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[bforbbgirl]

Traqué

Summary - a young woman’s life is thrown into chaos when someone from her past comes back,showing that he will stop at nothing to fulfill his darkest desires. 

Warning - slow burn, language, mention of drug use, smut, themes of stalking and other tw things.

Purdue World Banking was one of the top banks in Los Angeles, used by some of the richest families and business tycoons from around the world. You were rarely phased by the uppity types that in through those doors, often times you plaster on a fake smile, handle all the checks and cash and then send them on their way like normal.

It was a boring job to say the least but it paid well, it also helped that you quickly made friends with two other clerks named Travis and Nikki, both of them made the long hours easier. Both their personalities mixed well, even though you were slightly quieter than than them, you still always had made and teased one another.

A light tap on your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, glancing to your right, Nikki wears a playful grin before her eyes flicker to the revolving doors, the tall, build man that’s been haunting your dreams for the last six month coming in. He walks almost with a cocky strut, his long legs carrying him with this air of confidence that you noticed the moment you’ve met him. It was at random that day he came in, you were still training still getting to know the ropes when he came to your window.

Being your first time left alone, you were a little flustered stumbling over the keyboard and Lewis was there, smiling sat sweetly and even cracking a few jokes put you at ease, it did help the fact that he was easy on the eyes too. After that day, he’s always made it a point to come too your line, he was always friendly and patient, sometimes you think he would prolong the conversation, not that you were complaining that much.

You feel your smile growing as he walks closer, pull his sunglasses off his face as his smile widens as well, “Hi there gorgeous.”

Your cheeks grow warm from the compliment and you playfully roll your eyes, continuing typing away on your on you keyboard, “good afternoon, Mr. Tan.”

Lewis smirks, leaning against the counter as he shakes his head. “I thought I said you didn’t have to call me that?”

You spare him a glance before going back to your desktop, you already had his information up on the screen ready to go but you actually liked to banter with him. Once he was done openingly checking you, he passes you a heavy envelope and his ID. He never really brought up what he did for a living and you never made it a point to ask him but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering form time to time. After finishing up the processing and a few flirty exchanges, you expected him to give you his signature wink before disappearing out the building him but this time he stayed behind, talking to you more since it was relatively slow today. 

“So, a new bistro just opened up a few blocks from here,” Lewis says, his fingers toying with the rim of his sunglasses.

You had your chin rested in your palm, taking in his appearance noticing the small tattoos on his hands and you often wonder if he had more. “Mhm, it looks good and the reviews have been hyping it up but its been packed there nonstop; heard you couldn’t even get seating outside!” Shaking your head, you mumble a complaint about LA being too much, earning a chuckle from Lewis before he looks back down, almost like he’s thinking something.

He soon clears his throat after a moment a of comfortable silence falls between the both of you, “well, if you’re free tomorrow night, I was thinking about checking it out and I’d love too have you come with me.” His voice was low now, holding your attention for a moment before you register what he had just asked you. Lewis just asked you on a date to one of the restaurants that you’ve been wanting to visit for the past two weeks now, you have had a crush on this man for a while now but couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you try but fail to hide your frown and from the way his playful smirk slowly drops makes your heartache.

Realizing your answer without you having to say anything, you both try to apologize rushing it out at the same time to try and bypass the awkwardness of the situation and you couldn’t of felt even more worse.

“I-“

“Hey, it’s fine really I’m big boy, I can handle rejection.” Lewis says, standing tall and wearing that smirk that has your thighs pressing together. You were attracted to him, he was funny and cocky in away that any other man it would off doughy like, but with Lewis you just knew he wasn’t all talk.

So why were you hesitating?

You think back to last weeks session with doctor Moorse and how she’s been pushing you, at your own pace of course, to start to become more open to ‘putting yourself out there’. Besides Nikki and Travis, you didn’t know anyone in this city and you preferred to keep it that way but after some more convincing from doctor Moorse to at least try so that’s what you were going to do.

Quickly, snatch the receipt you had handed too him, confusing him as you write you number down before handing it back, finding the counter more interesting for the moment, missing a wide smile on his face when he sees your number.

“I’ll text you later?” his voice sounded hopeful and you nod, catching a glance of him before he leaves.

*************

You were nervous. 

After Lewis had left yesterday, you had been a mess. A date!? You couldn’t even remember the last time you have even gone out on a date, it must of been years. At the thought, you feel your heart sinking to the pit of your stomach.

‘I can’t do this..’

You were already having second thoughts, you didn’t know if you were ready or not to put yourself back out there and you’ve been now sitting on your couch all morning battling all the ‘what ifs’. Your phone vibrated next to your bouncing leg and see it’s from Lewis.

Lewis: I’m excited for tonight! :)

A small smile tugs on your face, you’ve been texting back and forth a little since you gave him your number and it was nice, he was still being sweet and funny, you liked talking to him too but still, you couldn’t shake the voice in the back of your head warning you to not leave the house. Feeling like you were driving yourself crazy, you quickly dial doctor Moorse number, who picks up on the second ring.The conversation had taken up most of your day as by the time you had gotten off the phone with her, you only have an hour left to get ready.

“Don’t give him the power to control your life anymore, Y/n. He can’t hurt you anymore..” 

You had repeated those words over and over to yourself while getting ready. Moorse reminded you that, you had moved all the way here to LA as a means to start fresh and that’s what you were going to do.

Smoothing down the front of the satin red dress you had tucked away in your closet, you had thought you’d never get to wear that again but glad that you were.

You and Lewis both agreed to meet up around eight and it was already ten minutes til; you had arrived a little earlier, taking a look around the area before you finally decided to park across the street since it’s free parking for today.

Soon, you find yourself walking the pavement towards the busy restaurant, hearing laughter and chatter from guest already seated, it doesn’t take you long to spot Lewis who was already outside waiting, chatting with the two younger men were parking the guest cars. As you make your way over, you can’t help but to take him in, getting the clear height of him. You knew he was tall but from sitting behind counter made it harder to fully take him in; his hair was cut and styled as the black suite and tie combo worked well for him, highlighting his muscular frame that, apart of you would be lying, if you weren’t even the slightly curious about how good he would look outside of that suite.

A low whistle comes from one of the younger guys, drawing Lewis attention to behind him and his jaw nearly dropped on the floor.

“Wow, hi..”

You couldn’t stop the grin from spread across your face as his eyes dance across your figure from head to toe, any other man and you would of squirmed in disgust but with Lewis you actually wanted his attention, wanted his gaze to stay focus on you and you had gotten your wish.

Dinner was going smoothly, after ordering a food and drinks, you had felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with him as he was sharing more about himself and you were giving him bits and pieces but he didn’t push you to share more than what you were comfortable with. The more he spoke, the more you found yourself growing more and more attracted to him, from his ability to transition from one topic to another with ease, always keeping you on your toes with the flow on conversation. If he wasn’t filing in the conversation, he was attentive, listening and giving you his full attention and you find yourself liking it.

The waitress had finish clearing off the plates after dropping off new drinks for you both, you were only on your second glass which surprised you as well.  Lewis had just got done showing you pictures of his dog when his phone vibrate.

“Maybe you should take it?” You had asked, throughout the night, his phone has been going off with notifications, you didn’t mind too much but he insisted on just ignoring it but now, a small curse leaves from his lips as he glances down at his phone before sighing. 

“Uh, yeah it’s work I’m sorry sweetheart.” his voice showed a sign of annoyance, having to leave to take the call in the middle of his date wasn’t something he had wanted too do, in fact he was planning on ignoring the call all together but you insisted on him answering it. “I’ll be back.” with that, Lewis had quickly gotten to head out, giving a wink before you hear him answering the call as he heads out towards the front.

You take a sip from your glass of wine, glancing around the establishment at the other guest dining, watching the waiters and bussers moving about but one figure stops your gaze making your blood run cold.

‘No..’

Blinking a few times, you look back towards the other side of the room nearing the kitchen. Your mind had to be playing tricks on you, it had to be but as you glance in the same direction, he’s still there, only this time he was making his way through the crowd and towards you.

‘He’s not real..’

Two steps during into two strides.

‘He’s not real...’

He runs a hand down his chin as a wicked smile soon dawns on his face, his eyes growing darker the closer he got.

‘He’s not-’

You didn’t give yourself time to think, grabbing your clutch you move as fast as your heels would let you and you didn’t look back. The warm breeze from the summer night rushes into your lungs as you step out the restaurants, feeling like you were already out of breath.

“Y/n?” Glancing over to your left, you see Lewis standing with his phone pressed against his ear but he already looked two seconds away from ending the call. Shaking your head, you let out an shaky apology before taking back off towards your car as fast you can, fearing that looking back would give him time to catch you.

Ignoring your name being called, you make in towards the parking lot and frantically looking for you keys. Everything was felt like a blur too you as you piled out the parking lot, hands barely able to grip the steering wheel as you speed through traffic.

You dial the one person you knew, knew just how heavy this situation was. After the third ring, your sister had finally picked up, “Hell-”

“He’s back, Mya I saw h-him, I-I-”

“Whoa, hold on Y/n, what are you-”

You pull too a red light, a sob leaving your lips as you try to keep it together but you couldn’t. “It was him Mya, I saw him just now and-and he saw me.”

A sigh comes from the other end. “Y/n, are you sure?”

“Yes!” You shouted, wiping your tears quickly.

“Matt, he’s back!”

***************

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A/N: So, i’m a dummy and accidentally posted this without finishing it so if you read it, i’m sorry lol. This is a new series that I have been working on for a while but just haven’t been able to write until now. English isn’t my first language i am sorry for the misspell of words. 

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[ingeniousmindoftune]

FUCK, MARRY, KILL.

Description: in which you witness Kyle (Lewis) murder your boyfriend and he has to decide should he fuck, marry, or kill you in this series.

Warning(s): some smut situations, mature audience only, must be 18+ to read, blood/gore mentions, some rape, drug use, strong and vulgar language.

Pairing(s) Lewis Tan (Kyle Reece) x black reader.

Also, do anyone have gifs of Lewis tan in the scene where he was covered in blood leaned against the food truck?? Please send them to me!

You listened as your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings in your ear. “Mm, I need to shower.” You whispered, kissing his face, getting off of his lap, he groaned reaching for you, pulling you back to him by your arm, planting a kiss on your lips, kissing his lips back repeatedly, You smiled against his lips pulling away, “Be back.” He bit his lip watching as you crawled out of bed, in nothing but the clothes you were born with. Butt ass naked.

“Damn, I miss the both of you already,” he smirked. You laugh softly, pulling your hair up into a tight bun.

Starting the shower, you heard him talking to someone; thinking he was trying to say something to you. You answered but still couldn’t make out what he was saying, stepping away from the shower door of the hotel bathroom, you strolled to the bathroom door, slowly opening it, you froze seeing some man beating and stabbing your boyfriend to death, you quickly covered your mouth and moved away from the door as the man looked up, trying to hide your breathing. Afraid you would be next, you could still hear your boyfriends muffled screams in agony, and pleads. You heard one last bloody gargle, you silently cried, pushing your body down on the floor, trying to hide in the department in the sink but before you could get your full body in, you were pulled out by your hair, squeezing your eyes closed. Hoping if you didn’t see his face he would just leave you.

“Hmm,” he looked you in the eyes and over your body. Lifting you up by your throat.

He took in your appearance. You were by far the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on; it made sense how your boyfriend was fighting back so hard. He didn’t want nothing to happen to his prized possession, he didn’t know what your boyfriend had done to piss off his client so much, but they sure paid a fortune to make sure he was out the picture. You? You were just collateral damage… now he wondered what he should do with you. “Open those eyes,” his voice did not match his appearance, you thought to yourself. Fighting to keep your eyes close, you hit at him. “Please, I didn’t see anything; let me go!” You cried. You felt over his face feeling all of the blood, your lover’s blood.

“Can’t trust that, open those eyes.” He spoke again.

This time without hesitation, you opened your eyes to him. He smirked slightly, looking into your beautiful eyes. “Mmm, such a waste. Killing such a vibrant beauty. With such smooth skin.” You struggled as he tightened his grip around your neck. Although it was turning you on, you also feared for your life. Dangling in mid-air, he placed you on your feet. “Ah, Ah. Don’t even think about it,” he grabs your arm tight, leaning over grabbing the robe you hand laid out on the counter. “Turn off the shower. Be discreet. You’re coming with me until I figure out what I’m going to do with you.” Shaking your head no. “No. I’m not going with you! Kill me right now.” He smirked. “That’ll greatly be my pleasure,” he reached in his waistband, grabbing the gun aiming it in your face. You stammered. You didn’t want to die. You wasn’t ready to die. “Okay. O-okay! I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just please, don’t kill me.”

You dressed in the robe and some slippers like he asked, he cleaned himself off, with the bathroom door open to get a good look at you. He slipped on the matching robe and your boyfriends slides, “As we go in this lobby, do not signal for help or even hint that we aren’t together. Is that understood? I will not hesitate to kill you or anyone else that gets in my way.”

“Y-yes.” You stammered. The both of you exited the room, you dropped your head noticing the cameras. He smirked because he had already cut all feed, leading you on the elevator, he placed his arm around your waist tight and firmly; his gun pointed to your side. “Don’t try anything.” Tucking his gun into the waistband of his pants, he led you off the elevator. “Now smile.” You forced a smile, but than it turned into a real one; why wouldn’t it? The man in front of you was fine as wine, but than you remembered.

You’re being kidnapped by your boyfriends killer.

Once you both entered his car. That was on the side of the building, he looked you over. “I’m going to have loads of fun with you, but how about we play a little game for awhile, I want you to give me a reason not to kill you. Ever heard of Fuck? Marry? Kill?” The way the word kill rolled off his tongue gave you chills. “T-that’s not exactly how that game works.” He glanced bet after you with a little smirk, than away at the road. He placed child lock on your door incase you tried to make a run for it, you tried to unlock the door and open it when bam, the bud of his gun came across your face, you were knocked out cold.

As you slept, he threw you over his shoulder and led you inside his home. A glass house in the middle of no where in Los Angeles, California. That’s right. He brought you, miles and hours away from your home. He tossed you down onto the bed, tying your hands to the bed, he looked you over as you slept, knocked out cold, he undressed himself. He was no rapist. But he couldn’t help the thoughts that ran through his mind, he looks you over one last time before walking off to the adjoining bathroom. Opening the door, he turned on the shower. Stepping in, he washed himself down real good.

“You’re awake,” he smirked drying his hair off.

You just looked at him, rattling your hands and the chains, you looked down seeing you were still clothed but the once white robe was now covered in your blood. “Let me go, please.” You pleaded, you was so scared. You didn’t know what this man had planned for you; what your boyfriend had gotten himself and you in. You were just trying to get out of this situation. “That’s not happening, you’ll be here until I decide what to do with you. Besides, I’m sure you’re a prime suspect in your boyfriend’s murder.” You didn’t know what to think, what you would be going back to if he did let you go. “Then let me go, they’ll just assume I killed him.” He clicks his teeth. “I haven’t had my fun with you, yet.” You watched as he opened the drawers on the dresser, you couldn’t help notice the size of his dick, cause of course, he was naked. He slipped on some briefs, looking back at you. “What? Never seen one this big?” You stammered on your words.. “N-no.”

He smirked. You couldn’t help but notice the burns from his ear down the side of his face and back, but you never questioned him about them. “Let’s get you fed and clothed, shall we?”

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[natashacoco]

When A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

Lewis Tan x Black Reader

Warnings: mentions of (filthy) sex (18+), smut, nude photography, fingering (female receiving), oral sex (male and female receiving) swearing, female penetration, praise kink, size kink, cream pie (facial)/cum play, mentions of naked bodies

Everyone who knows Lewis knows him as the martial artist, but some people had no idea that his love for film, either with photography or with a camera, was equally matched. He was an artist through and through, whether it was with martial arts, filming, or photography. That’s one of the many things you loved about him. 

That’s how the day started, Lewis wanted to take you out to lunch to a new little hole in the wall spot that he had discovered. He’d packed his favorite cameras and various amounts of films for the day. From the house all the way to the restaurant, every now and then you’d hear the click of his camera going off followed by the crank of the film advance levers. You’d laugh and told him not to waste all his film on you, but he assured you that he couldn’t think of a better use for it. 

The entire day was as perfect as perfect could be. Sometimes it was hard on your relationship, him being away filming for weeks or months on end. You were busy as ever yourself, filling your days with new hobbies, working towards a much deserved work promotion, and catching up with girlfriends. The two of you may be together, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t have your own separate identity apart from him. 

As the day continued, the two of you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes, or hands, off one another. By the time the two of you reached the flat, you’re surprised he hasn’t ripped any of your clothing off like he’s known to do in the past. 

The both of you somehow end up having your clothes scattered this and that way, a breadcrumb trail leading straight to the bedroom, leaving the both of you in only your underwear. He bites and nips at your skin playfully, all the while your hands made their way to his hair. He picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and you couldn’t help but to let out a squeal, still amazed at how easily he could pick you up with his strength. 

He places you in the center of the bed, the lust etched on his face makes goosebumps form on your skin as he continues to worship your body. He licks your neck and blows air on it, causing a noise so foreign to yourself, yet Lewis smirked because he knew exactly what to do to your body. He’s had you countless times yet each time still feels like he’s exploring your body for the very first time. 

He makes his way further down your body until he reaches the apex of your thighs, gently pulling your panties down and prying them apart with his calloused hands, his arms wrapping around your legs to pin down your hips. Your face flushes, the air suddenly making you cognizant of how wet you’ve grown from him, how the simplest touch from him can make your body feel like it’s on fire. 

Without wasting a second, his skilled lips are lapping at your folds, suckling your clit between his lips and your hands automatically find themselves in his hair, tugging on it as your body arches off the bed. He’s ruthless, licking, biting, sucking, at your core, his thick fingers stretching you as he uses them to break you down until you’re a babbling, crying mess, your voice hoarse from screaming his name. 

By the time you orgasm, your body is slick with sweat and your chest is heaving heavily, trying to catch your breath from panting so hard. He nuzzles the inside of your thighs and playfully nips at one of them. When you catch your breath, you push yourself off the bed, unhooking your bra and throwing it off to the side. 

Lewis untangles himself from you and stands up straight, unabashedly looking at him. He goes to pull off his underwear but you stop him with the click of your teeth. “Here, Lew” you tell him, your voice coming out in a breathy moan as you make your way to him. “Let me” you whisper, “take care of you” as you kiss your favorite tattoo of his below his navel. You slip your hands below the elastic of his underwear, the material doing little to conceal the heat and hardness of his erection. When you release him, his cock springs free and your mouth is instantly on him, sucking on his tip and savoring the taste of his precum. He grunts deep in the back of his throat and it spurs you to take him deeper in your mouth, his hands cup your face and he’s thrusting into your mouth. You fondle his balls and you swear his knees buckle slightly. 

In an instant he’s pulling you off of him and steps back, his chest rising and falling in rapid quick breaths that has you whining like a child deprived of its favorite thing. 

“Shhh baby, don’t worry, I’ll have my cock back into that pretty little mouth of yours soon enough, just give me a few minutes.” You roll your eyes and pout before he gives you a quick kiss on your lips before he leaves the room. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the window, the sun setting in the horizon: lips swollen, cheeks flushed, the taste of Lewis still on your tongue, pussy wet and achy, waiting for his return. 

You hear Lewis’s footsteps retreat into some part of the flat, an occasional clicking noise can be heard before you hear him make his way back to you in the bedroom. When he comes back, you notice one of his camera bags slung over his shoulder. 

“What have we got here?” You ask, point with your head to the bag. 

“Something about you right now, in this light, I don’t know. It just, I need to capture it. I need it on film” he replies, setting his bag down before pulling out his camera and what appears to be a few cases of film and setting them on the nightstand. This is new, he’s only ever taken photos of you fully clothed, maybe an occasional one of you partially nude from the waist up. 

“Do you intend to use all of that film tonight Mr. Tan?” You tease, watching him take a couple of test shots with his camera to gauge the lighting and focus on a random object.

“With you as my model babe, never. But it’s a start...for now.” He replies back, that smirk you love so much forming on his face. When he’s satisfied with the camera settings, he saunters back to you and the bed. 

With one hand he places his thumb in your mouth and you suck on it gently, tonguing the rough pad of his finger. You moan loudly, tasting his sweat on your tongue. He lifts your head slightly up when your eyes meet the camera and you hear the click of the photograph being taken. He adds one finger, then another to your mouth, the click of the camera going off between each picture. 

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and travels down the side of your face and eventually on your breast. He pays close attention to your erect nipples, cupping them in his hand and pinching at them before giving each one a kiss. CLICK sounds his camera, he angles it in different positions until he’s satisfied he’s got the desired final image and steps back. 

Your attention returns back to his navel tattoo, running your tongue along the Chinese Hanzi. This one was one of your favorites on him, you loved the way he’d shudder when your fingertips brushed along it, or how you’d trace it with your tongue and watch the way his abdomen would contract before dipping your tongue in his belly button. You place a quick kiss to it, your mind so far gone as Lewis continues to snap pics of you. 

Remembering how you were disrupted, you take Lewis back into your mouth and close your eyes, savoring the heaviness of it in your mouth. As much as you loved the way you and Lewis fucked, you couldn’t lie that you loved to suck him off. It was this power you held, the simplest touch that can unravel the man standing before you. You work him deeper into your mouth, applying the right pressure he loves. 

His hands eventually fall to his sides and you grab the camera before replacing your mouth with your hand. You bring the camera up to your eye and aim it at Lewis, the way his head is tilted to the ceiling, the way his Adam Apple bobs with every pump of your fist. You bring the viewfinder up to your eye, looking for the green light to indicate that the picture is focused and you snap the picture. You bring the camera to the side of your face, sucking on his tip and do your best to continue to take pictures. 

Lewis brings his hands to the side of your face as he starts to thrust harshly into your mouth, groaning and whimpering as you use your hands, mouth and tongue to bring him to the edge before slowing down. You take him deeper and deeper until he pulls out, tapping your tongue with his tip several times until he spurts hot, silky ropes of semen onto your tongue as his cock pulses and throbs in your mouth. He tastes a little salty, a little musky, the combination making your head swim. 

“Let me see, baby, open wide for me,” Lewis says, forcing your head back as you show Lewis the remnants of his essence on your tongue. You open your mouth wide and giggle as he compliments you on taking him, even as a few drops of his cum drop to the top of your breasts. Lewis grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. 

He gets Grabbing another roll of film, Lewis carefully extracts the roll from the camera without exposing it and replaces it with a fresh one, he connects one of his wireless Bluetooth remotes and adjusts the settings before he’s satisfied it’s working. 

He returns to the bed, his body covering yours before he turns both your faces to the camera and uses the remote to continue taking shots. He reaches between both of your bodies and grips his cock, using it run his cock through your slick folds. Looking steadily into your eyes, he begins to push his cock into your opening, slowly working it in inch by slow inch. 

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, emphasizing on the k and you scream as he pushes forward in one smooth motion, sheathing his cock to the hilt. He pulls out slowly, and you’re unable to hold back a deep groan as the motion causes his cock to rub against your clit. He keeps moving, slowly retreating from your body and penetrating you again, and the ancient rhythm somehow ignites a small spark inside you.

He brings both of your hands above your head, holding them there as his thrusts pin you to the mattress. You scream out his name, choking on a sob as the pressure soon mounts deep within your core. He grips one of your legs and brings it over his hip, allowing him to hit deeper. 

Sensing it, he gradually picked up the pace and changed his angle slightly, so that the broad head of his shaft nudged some sensitive spot deep inside. His arm returned between you, knowing fingers unerringly finding your clitoris, and he pressed lightly, keeping the pressure steady and letting his strokes move you against his hand. You found yourself starting to pant, echoing his heavy breathing, and the tension inside you became nearly unbearable, every thrust of his cock bringing you closer and closer to the edge without sending you over. 

He groans, his hips now hammering at you, and you screamed in frustration, needing something, anything to trigger your orgasm and send you over the edge. And suddenly it was too much. You felt him swell up even more, and then he’s coming inside you with one final deep thrust that sends you over the edge, his pelvis grinding against your sex as your entire body seems to explode with an orgasm so powerful that you’re literally seeing stars. 

The both of you lay there afterwards, feeling his cock still twitching inside you even as it became softer and smaller. His shoulders and back were slick with sweat, your body sore and achy and both your breathing sounded like you’d just run a marathon, his body lying heavily on top of you. 

Your own limbs were shaking slightly, and your heart was pounding as though from a physical exertion.

He pulled out then, and you felt the loss of heat from his body, a strange inner coldness taking its place. You feel his semen start to slip out from your pussy and instinctively your hand migrates down to swipe your fingers through the mixture of your slick and his semen.  

“Be a good girl and spread your legs” he demands. “We can’t have this now can we?” He says matter of factly, swiping some of his cum that’s leaked out of you and pushing it back into your cunt with his finger, fingering you ever so slightly. The camera you’d forgotten was in his hand again, this time pointed at your sore cunt, a rapid quick succession of clicks come from it as you hear a masculine purr come from Lewis’s lips. He loved this, the way your body sucked in his fingers, the way it hugged his cock as he slipped inside you, the tight wetness he craved time and time again. 

All too soon, he’s flipping you onto your knees. He takes you several more times throughout the night, his body driving into you over and over. By the time both of you are spent, your bodies are covered in sweat, various bruises, scratches, and bite marks adorn your skin. 

You run your hands over your body, his cum painted across your skin. You feel his cum on your breasts, your stomach, sticky and flaky all along your folds and thighs, your ass. Every drop, splatter, and mark is documented in various poses at the touch of button. 

“I’ve always known you’re gorgeous honey, but my god, do you look stunning with my cum on your skin.” he whispers, his lips brushing against your stomach after an especially demanding romp between the sheets. 

He gets out of bed and you hear him walk down the hall, open what sounds like a door and running water not too long after. He returns to you quickly, using a warm washcloth to gently wash your body, both of you too tired to do much of anything else. He turns off the bedroom lights, pulling you close to his body as the spoons you from behind, the warmth of his body lulling you to sleep. 

A FEW WEEKS LATER 

You were sitting in the living room in your favorite loveseat, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you heard the front door to your shared flat open and close. Your name is called shortly and you yell your location. 

Footsteps approach and you turn your head to your boyfriend, Lewis. He’s dressed casually but still an air of elegance envelops him. You don’t call him Mr. Boujee for nothing. He bends his head down and captures your mouth in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless when he pulls away. 

“What was that for?” You question, loving the taste of him still on your lips. 

“Can’t I give my girlfriend a kiss?” He remarks, tilting his head and giving you one of his mischievous smirks that makes his dimples appear. 

“Of course you can”. Running your thumb across your favorite dimple, you bring him back down for another kiss. 

“Or it could be because of these” he replies, pulling a manila envelope out from his jacket. “I finally got to developing the pictures I took of us from a couple of weeks ago.” Your face gets suddenly warm in remembrance of the risqué photo shoot the two of you did a few weeks prior.

Opening the folder, you let out a small gasp at what you find. There are dozens upon dozens of black and white photographs of the two of you. Your eyes can’t seem to focus on what to look at first, the various photos showing the two engaged in coital bliss.

“Lewis, these are beautiful” you say. looking at some of the photos a little longer than the others, Lewis’s artistic eye evidently coming through in the shots. You run your fingers over some of the photos, your cheeks flushing at the memories of what led to some of the positions you see before you. 

“So you like them then?” He questions, gauging your face as he looks over the pictures as well. 

“Like them? Lew, these are--I really have no words to describe how much I love them” you reply. Your eyes finally land on one of the pictures you took, kissing his tattoo before flipping it to the one of his dick down your throat. You continue going through the stack, the images turning more and more erotic as you go through it, pictures of you on your back, legs held wide as Lewis thrusted into you, the sheets clenched tight in your hands with your back arched, Lewis’s head thrown back as you rode him. Various other positions you hadn’t remembered but certainly felt the following days after. 

“Since you love them this much, I was thinking maybe we should try using one of the other cameras for another collection, what do you think?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you in question. 

“I guess the only question is what camera to use then?”

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