#spring spree

[sunlit-art]

phil!! the boy!!! more shading experimenting here—I am a fan of big dramatic lighting, so naturally I did a big dramatic lighting.

(5 April 2023)

[yoiku]

funny how traditional art is so much better to do if you have natural light, but when the sun is beaming your apartment up and you try to work on digital stuff you can't see shit, esp if you want to work with darker tones. I'll just wait, my plants need the sun lmao

[taehyungsgrowl]

started off april reading a mieko kawakami book (all the lovers in the night) and finished it with another mieko kawakami book (ms ice sandwich)

i love her so so much

[sigalrm]

Architektur entlang der Spree by Pascal Volk

[wallflowerglitter]

Anyway, need to get in a better headspace first. So much shit going down with my idiot brother, it’s really draining me.

[lamb-teaa]

` Transactional Tantrum

` pairing: Sylus x fem!reader

` tags: fluff. romcom. silly shenanigans. filthy rich Sylus. chaotic!reader cuz we all want to be spoiled and provided by him don't lie 🫵🏻

` teaa's note: where can i get a husband like Sylus (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠)

People hail him as a powerful man amongst all existing factions in the N109 Zone, yet even someone like Sylus isn't immune to the dread of a tedious business dealings.

Don't get him wrong, it is practically his job for a lack of better words but you can't blame the man for nearly dying out of boredom at the moment.

Ping!

A sudden notification from his phone tore his attention away from his yammering business partners. Sylus briefly glanced down at his phone, brows furrowed in confusion when he read the transaction alert message on his screen.

'Ten million was charged to your Credit Card at Summers Jewelry'

Sylus didn't even have the chance to ponder over the sudden message further when he was suddenly startled by another barrage of notifications - yes, plural notifications.

'Four million was charged to your Credit Card at M&Hs'

'Six million was charged to your Credit Card at Nebulas'

'Eight million was charged to your Credit Card at Zapple'

Despite the deadpan expression on his face and his usual nonchalance silence, the slightest quirk of his brows were enough to give away his bewildered reaction to seeing such random transaction alerts on his card.

He doesn't recall making any on-hold purchases and certainly didn't give the twins any permission to spend any after the last time they went all out using his card in the past.

Which means only one person would be bold enough to overspend his money on a whim like this and his eyes instantly flickered in amusement when another transaction message came through his phone.

'Thirteen million was charged to your Credit Card at Abyssal Attire'

Seems like a certain kitten is on a wild spending spree.

Observing the transaction alerts, Sylus let out a low chuckle, ignoring the strange looks from his business partners who continued on with their discussion.

His sole attention now was you - his lovely kitten spending all his money with reckless abandon.

As his thumb hovered over the icon of your picture on his phone, he couldn't help but grin at the large purchases you made - given the fact you had always been reluctant to spend on his card before despite the countless times he had reassured you that he wants you to use his money to your heart's content.

Sylus, without a doubt, always wants the best for you. Even when you nagged him on buying such expensive gifts before, yet that will never stop him from spoiling you rotten.

Though.. he wondered what sparked this sudden influx of random purchases this first time around?

With his interest now piqued towards you, Sylus strode out of the conference room without a care in the world, especially when said discussion had led to no satisfying result on his end, thus he neither bothered about the frustrated and flabbergasted looks of the businessmen as he made his way along the hallways of the building.

Luke and Kieran, who's been by his side the entire meeting, automatically followed their boss out. Both brothers exchange curious looks from behind their masks with a shrug. Though they had great knowledge that only two things could spring their boss out of his usual routine - an unexpected ambush or well, you.

And it seemed like they were right on the nose as they watched Sylus’s thumb pressed onto the screen of his phone before bringing the device close to his ear, an amused yet genuine smile curled on their fierce leader's lips as he called out your name.

"Is it just me or a certain kitten is behaving quite impulsively with her spending today?” His voice held a steady yet teasing affection tone, his mind already picturing your smug expression at overspending his money. “This is a first, sweetie.”

"Oh look who finally remembered me!" Your voice snapped, the snarky and sarcastic response made Sylus pause in his track in surprise.

Before he could say anything, you cut him off, your voice faux innocent under a thinly veiled anger from the other line. "To think it took blowing your credit card to call me after making me wait for you the past THREE hours, you better have some explaining to do mister!”

To say you had left Sylus utterly speechless would be an understatement of the century, but it quite frankly did as your unexpected anger left his mind reeling in both confusion and worry.

Even his brief frozen state wasn't left unnoticed by Luke and Kieran, both could heard your snappy voice from the other line and they know an unhappy Miss Hunter equals to a agitated Onychinus leader, so they quietly watched in as Sylus slowly recover from his initial surprise before turning his attention back to the phone call.

“Kitten.” Sylus blinked, a frown forming on his lips, "I don't recall us having plans today? And I'm out of town for the time being as well.”

There was a sudden silence from your side, and for a second there Sylus thought you had hung up on him but your next words made him even more confused.

"Wait, what, I thought Luke and Kieran said you'd be free for the weekend and they'd told you about our date for today?"

At the mention of the twins, Sylus's head immediately snapped towards his henchmen who visibly tensed up. It didn't take long for Sylus to put two and two together that Luke and Kieran had pulled another of their mischievous pranks on you.

Oh but this one is definitely going to cost them their four months worth of paycheck for making his kitten angry at him.

"It seems like the twins have made a mistake. I wasn't aware of such plans today." Sylus's voice dropped low and dangerous, a flicker of annoyance as he shot the tensed twins a hard glare.

Though, knowing it would be no use to him to be mad at them at that moment, Sylus paused briefly once more before taking a deep breath, calming himself down. "I assure you, sweetie, I would never intentionally forget anything, especially when it's about you.”

There was another stretch of silence before you spoke up again, your voice softer and apologetic, wincing in guilt for assuming he'd purposely ditched you when that wasn't the case. "I'm sorry.." You sighed quietly. "I just.. I was looking forward to seeing you today and I.. I missed you, Sy.."

His annoyance instantly melted away at your confession. He understood that his work often kept him away, leaving you feeling neglected at times and he wanted nothing more than to rush to your side and hold you dearly in his arms. You always had a way to tug at his heartstrings and even then he relishes at the admission of you needing him as much as he needed you.

"I'll make it up to you, right now. Anything you want, name it." Sylus emphasized seriously, already giving Luke and Kieran a look of command. Not needing any further words as the twins bolted off to prepare his private jet to head back to Linkon.

"Well, you could start by allowing me to strangle those twins." You chirped, your voice brighter now yet held intentional malice mostly directed towards his loyal henchmen for tricking you with false information regarding Sylus's work schedule.

"And cuddles. I expect to see you at my place later tonight for cuddles or else I'll empty your entire bank account." You demanded sweetly, with a clearly joking threat but given you had waited three whole hours like a fool in public, you were tempted to do it again if Sylus bails on you twice in a day.

Your laughter tinkled over the phone, a lovely sound that never ceases to make Sylus's heart swell with blissful affection. The business deal be damned and he'll handle the twins' antics another time, for now, all he wanted was to go back to you.

Sylus chuckled, a warm smile tugging at his lips despite himself as he made his way up the building's rooftop. He knew his kitten was quite a force to be reckoned with, and yet such side of you made him drawn to you even more than ever - oh, he couldn't wait to see you again soon. "Deal. Cuddles it is, and you have my word, sweetie, I'll be at your doorstep by tonight. As for the twins, well, I'm sure they'll be begging for mercy by the time you're done with them.”

Back to your awaiting loving embrace.

[szarina]

“Pipsqueak?”

The house remained silent and no call of his name can be heard. Usually you would come and take the contents of the plastic bag containing your favorite snacks when he comes home.

Grandma was out for her check-up and he knows you're already back from the Association, already a full pledged hunter and Caleb returns from his studies as a pilot. You must be in your room and Caleb slowly climb up the stairs.

There lays his pipsqueak. Peacefully asleep with the afternoon sun light kissing your skin. Plushies littering on your bedroom floor with you in the middle. Hugging the huge apple plushie that he got you in middle school. It looks like you got a cleaning spree and only to passed out on the floor.

Caleb was smiling before he knew it.

He carefully puts aside the plushies. Handled with care because Caleb knows how much you treasure your plushies. He lays on the floor with you. Reaching out for your hand to kiss the back of it.

Caleb lays still in his position. Admiring the person in front of him. Watch as her chest heave with every breath. The small whoosh leaving your lips as you exhaled. Hear the sound of you breathing.

A contented smile on his lips. His dark eyes tinted with purplish accent like sunset on the space. His gaze was steady, drinking at the sight of her. Still memorizing the every feature she have upon numerous times of admiring still burned on his memory.

Curves lush and all. Years of being nurtured and the good food it consumed made by his own hands. Evident on the plushness of your body. Soft to touch and his fingers dip on your flesh. You remained to be you not shedding the weight you put up since the last years even you joined and trained to be a hunter. It was a testament of his love and how good he took care of you. It would last for years to come.

His gaze landed on your face. Moving closer to caress your soft features. Moving your hair to the side and his fingers grazed the swell of your round cheek and pressing his fingers gently to your lips before bringing it to his own to kiss.

Caleb replaced the pillow where your head rest with his arm. Caging you on his chest and you must be in a deep slumber to never move nor protest at his actions. Your soft body a contrast to his hard ones. He breathes in your scent like it was the air on the first day of spring before pressing a kiss at the top of your head.

“I'll take care of you, pipsqueak. Always.”

He murmurs, soft and tender with a promise to fulfill and with the breeze slipping through the windows and sunlight streaming. It's all he can think of. You on his embrace.

[plutoslastwords]

Obsessed with baby Norris!!! Do you think you could cook up some hurt comfort for us? Or even a sick baby Norris xx

sick day

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: for the first time, baby norris picks up a bug, lando has to cope with his darling girl feeling under the weather

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: vomiting!!!! not super graphic but if you have emetophobia and feel like this may not be for you pls don't feel the need to read :)

a/n: on a writing spree atm, idk what's happening to me

~~~

Generally, you were a pretty healthy child, much to Lando’s relief, he’s not sure if he could manage seeing you ill. It would probably be harder for him than you. You manage to charge through your first 18 months of life without having any major illnesses, maybe a cough or a snotty nose here and there, but all toddlers have a cough, it’s a rite of passage. 

When you turn about 1 and a half, Lando enrolls you in a playgroup, somewhere that you can go whilst he works, where there are people to look after you and play games with you. You can make new friends, and he can meet more parents, you both love it.

However, it doesn’t seem to occur to him that the playgroup is literally a walking germ fest. A room full of 1-3 year olds who’s favourite activity is to stick their grubby hands into anything and everything that they see. Therefore, it comes as a bit of a surprise to him when you fall ill, and he doesn’t really know how to cope.

You normally come to wake him up as soon as the sun has started to think about rising over the horizon, jumping on his bed with a ‘daddy!!!!’, and shaking him awake. This morning, however, Lando wakes up before he even hears a peep out of your room. He doesn’t think much of it, presuming that it’s probably because you stayed up a little later last night, and you had had a long day the day before. 

He goes to the kitchen to start making some breakfast, deciding to let you have a little lie in, maybe he’ll drop you off at playgroup a bit later today. Unfortunately, his plans are all halted when you finally come into the kitchen, pale and in tears.

“Daddy, I don’t feel good…” You mumble, rubbing your tear filled eyes. 

“Oh god baby… you don’t look super well… come here, let Daddy feel your forehead..”

You toddle over, slowly, the usual spring that you have in your step gone, your walk turning into more of a slump than anything. As soon as you get within reasonable distance of where he is at the kitchen counter he scoops you up into his arms, placing the back of his hand against your little forehead. 

He winces when he can immediately tell that you’re feverish, “God, you’re burning up angel…” he mumbles, “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

He curses in his mind when you reply with a weak nod, “Okay baby, we’re gonna get you nice and comfy on the sofa, not gonna go to playgroup today I don’t think…”

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries your fragile form over to the big sofa, gently wrapping you up in a nice fuzzy blanket.

“Is there anything that you want, baby? Some water?”

You just shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as if you were trying to will the illness out of your body. Lando’s heart hurts at your desperate form. 

“My poor angel…” He sighs, running a hand through your messy hair, “Daddy’s gonna stay with you all day, okay? You’re gonna start feeling better…”

That prompts a small smile from you, you like the idea of having a whole day with him, but it’s nothing compared to the normal grins that you flash at him when he suggests something like that. 

For a while you two just sit on the sofa, you going in and out of slumber whilst resting against his chest. At one point he decides that even though you’re not feeling great, you should probably eat something, if not your energy would collapse completely. 

Detaching himself from you, he places a kiss to the top of your head, heading into the kitchen, passing by the discarded breakfast from earlier, and grabbing you just a plain slice of toast, he didn’t want you having anything too flavourful, worried that it would just make you feel even more ill. 

He returns with a glass of water along with the toast, “Baby, can you try to eat this for me, please? It might make you feel a bit better…” he asks softly. 

“‘M not hungry daddy..” You mumble back in response, your little hands clutching tightly onto the blanket that you’re wrapped in.

“I know darling,” he sighs, “but you still gotta eat… just a few bites for me? Please?”

He comes over to sit back next to you, ripping off a small bite size portion of the toast, and coaxing it into your mouth. You reluctantly accept it, chewing it slowly and seeming to have a bit of a struggle to swallow, but you manage it in the end, which gives him a slight sense of relief. 

Although you manage a few more pieces of the toast, it doesn’t take long until your sick body decides that you can’t take it anymore. This leads to the first trip to the bathroom of the day, Lando’s heart breaking as your little body shakes with your retching. 

After cleaning you up, he takes you back into his arms, carrying you back over to the sofa, “Try to go to sleep, my darling… you might feel better for a nap…”

You give him a slight nod, snuggling into your plethora of blankets and pillows, starting to doze off. As you sleep, he rubs your hair, his chest aching with sympathy of how you must be feeling, his poor, darling, angel girl…

By lunchtime you seem to have improved, albeit only slightly, still feeling horrible, but you can stomach a couple bites of a plain biscuit without needing another trip to the bathroom. At this point, Lando is more worried about how hot you’re getting, even though you demand that you’re very cold. 

Much to your dismay, he grabs an ice pack to put on your head, to help and control your rapidly growing temperature. As much as you hate it, it does help to make you feel a bit better.

“That a bit better, my love?”

“‘S cold daddy…”

“I know my love… but the pesky bug has made your body all hot, we gotta cool you down, don’t want you going up in flames!”

You let a slight giggle out at that, giving hope to Lando that you’re feeling at least a little better, if you’re able to laugh at him. 

For the rest of the day, Lando stays by your side, letting you watch all the cartoons that your little heart desires on the TV, pretending to be just as interested in them as you are. 

When it reaches dinner time, you are definitely much perkier, giggling almost like you do when you’re fully healthy as Lando pulls funny faces at you.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, my angel?”

“Can I be sick everyday?”

“Everyday? My love, why would you wanna feel yucky all the time?”

“Cause I could be with you all day… watch cartoons…”

He nearly breaks down in tears right then and there.

“Oh, my angel, you’d get bored of me eventually… you wouldn’t get to go to playgroup! Wouldn’t be able to see all your friends!”

You hum, seeing his point, “But I like having a daddy day…”

“I like it too, baby…” He smiles, pressing numerous kisses to your forehead as he holds you close in his arms. “Daddy loves you, okay? You don’t go forgetting that…”

“Love you more, Daddy..”

~~~

a/n: tysm for reading!!! requests are always open x

[wolvietxt]

💭 thinking about…

𝗅𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍!

pairing : logan howlett x fem!reader warnings : argument, logan shouts at reader over something insignificant, hurt / comfort, ANGST, fluff, happy ending  word count : 2.4k

logan had been on edge for weeks now. everything seemed to be going wrong, one thing after another. his mission plan was falling apart, charles was breathing down his neck, and it felt like no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t catch a break. the stress was eating at him, wearing him down little by little until it felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

you’d noticed the change in him - how he seemed quieter, more distant, his temper flaring up over the smallest things. you tried to help where you could, offering him a shoulder to lean on, giving him space when he needed it, but nothing seemed to work. logan was like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

today had been the worst of all. logan’s day started with a series of frustrating conversations that left him feeling like he was running in circles. every task seemed to come with a new problem, and by the time he left work, he was fuming. his hands clenched into fists as he drove home, his mind racing with everything that had gone wrong. all he wanted was to come home, find some peace, and forget about the day. but even that was too much to ask.

when he walked through the door, he immediately noticed that the kitchen was spotless - so spotless, in fact, that his papers, the ones he’d left scattered across the table, were missing. he felt a surge of irritation. you had been on a cleaning spree, trying to make the house more comfortable for him, but in doing so, you’d moved around some of his blueprints. the ones he needed. the ones he hadn’t had time to organise properly.

“where are my papers?” logan’s voice was tight as he scanned the kitchen, looking for the documents that were now nowhere to be seen.

you looked up from where you were organising the bookshelf, smiling a little at him. “oh, i moved them to the study so you’d have more space. i thought - ”

“you thought?” logan cut you off, his voice rising. “why would you move my stuff without asking me?”

you blinked, caught off guard by the sharpness in his tone. “i just wanted to help. i know you’ve been stressed, and i thought having a clean space might - ”

“a clean space?” logan’s laugh was harsh, bitter. “i don’t need a clean space, i need my work to not be messed with! do you have any idea how much shit i’ve been dealing with lately? and now this - this is the last thing i need!”

he was shouting now, the frustration of the past few weeks boiling over. every little thing that had gone wrong, every setback, every sleepless night - it all came out in a torrent of anger directed at you. 

“logan, i didn’t mean to make things worse…” you tried to explain, but he wasn’t listening. he was too far gone, too wrapped up in his own frustration to hear the hurt in your voice.

“you never think, do you? you just do whatever you want, and now i’m the one who has to deal with the consequences! i’m sick of this! i’m sick of everything always going wrong, and now you’re just adding to it!”

his words cut through you like a knife. you hadn’t meant to make things worse, you 

were just trying to help, but the way he was yelling at you, the anger in his voice - it was too much. your chest tightened, and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but you tried to hold them back. 

“logan, please… i’m sorry, i just wanted to make things easier for you,” you said, your voice trembling.

“easier? easier for me?” he snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “well, congratulations, because you’ve done the exact opposite! now i have to waste even more time finding everything you moved, and i’m already drowning here!”

the tears you’d been trying so hard to hold back finally spilled over. you tried to wipe them away quickly, but logan was still shouting, too caught up in his own anger to notice.

“why can’t you just leave things the way they are? why do you always have to interfere? it’s like you don’t even care how much pressure i’m under! do you even care about anything besides what you want?”

his words were like a punch to the gut, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. a sob escaped your lips, loud and broken, and it stopped logan in his tracks. the sound cut through his anger like a knife, and suddenly, the room was silent. 

he stared at you, his chest heaving as he tried to process what was happening. you were crying - no, you were sobbing, and it hit him like a ton of bricks. all the anger, all the frustration that had been driving him just moments ago, drained away, leaving him feeling hollow and ashamed.

“y/n…” he started, his voice shaky now, all the sharp edges gone. “shit, i didn’t mean…”

but you couldn’t stop crying, the weight of his words crashing down on you all at once. you hadn’t realised just how much stress he’d been under, how deeply it had been affecting him, and now it felt like you’d only made everything worse.

logan stepped closer, his hands reaching out, but he hesitated. he didn’t know how to fix this - how to take back the things he’d said, the hurt he’d caused. “hey, hey… please don’t cry. i’m sorry, i didn’t… i didn’t mean any of that.”

his hands were trembling as he finally pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. he could feel your sobs wracking your body, and it broke something inside him. how could he have been so blind? so stupid? 

“i’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “i’m an idiot, and i let all this shit get to me, and i took it out on you. you didn’t deserve any of that.”

you clung to him, your fingers digging into his shirt as you tried to calm down. his arms were strong around you, holding you like you were the only thing anchoring him to reality. and maybe, in that moment, you were.

logan pressed his lips to the top of your head, murmuring apologies over and over, his voice thick with regret. “i’m sorry… i’m so fucking sorry… please, y/n, don’t cry. i hate seeing you like this.”

you wanted to tell him that it was okay, that you understood, but the words were stuck in your throat. instead, you just held onto him, letting him hold you, letting his presence calm the storm inside you.

it took a while for your sobs to finally subside, and when they did, you felt exhausted, like all the fight had been drained out of you. but logan didn’t let go - he just held you tighter, like he was afraid that if he let go, you’d slip away.

“i’ve been such a fucking mess lately,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “everything’s been going wrong, and i didn’t know how to deal with it. i’ve been pushing you away, taking it out on you, and that’s not fair. it’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to us.”

you nodded against his chest, your fingers still gripping his shirt. “i just wanted to help… i hate seeing you like this. it feels like you’re slipping away from me, and i don’t know how to bring you back.”

logan’s heart clenched at your words. he hadn’t realised how much his behaviour had been affecting you, how much you’d been carrying on your own. he felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him, and he held you even tighter.

“y’re not losing me,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his thumb gently brushed away the tears on your cheeks, his touch soft, careful. “i promise you, you’re not losing me. i’ve just been so caught up in my own shit that i forgot what really matters.”

you searched his eyes, looking for the truth in his words, and you found it there - clear and unwavering. he was still here, still the man you loved, even if he’d lost his way for a while.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he continued, his voice steady now, a promise in every word. “we’re going to get through this. together.”

you nodded, a small, shaky smile forming on your lips. “yeah.”

logan leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “i love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with all the emotion he’d been holding back for weeks. “i love you so much. and i’m going to do better, i can fuckin’ promise you that, bub.”

you closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you, feeling the truth in them. you knew it wouldn’t be easy - logan was stubborn, and he had a lot to work through - but you also knew that he meant every word. he loved you, and that was enough.

“i love you too,” you whispered back, your voice soft but steady. 

logan’s lips found yours in a gentle, lingering kiss, one that spoke of apologies and promises of love and commitment. when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours again, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath. logan smiled - a real, genuine smile that you hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. 

the two of you stayed like that for a while longer, just holding each other, finding comfort in the closeness. the argument, the hurt, the tears - they were all still there, but they didn’t feel as overwhelming now. you both knew there was work to be done, but for the first time in weeks, it felt like you were on the same page, like you could actually do this.

when logan finally pulled away, he took your hand and led you to the couch, where the two of you sat down together. his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side, and you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest.

“tell me what’s been going on,” you said softly, wanting to understand what had been eating at him for so long. “i want to help, logan. i don’t want you to go through this alone.”

logan let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair as he tried to find the right words. “it’s just been one thing after another. work’s been a nightmare. nothing’s going right, and scott is on my case constantly. every day, it feels like i’m just… barely keeping my head above water. and then i come home, and i don’t want to burden you with all of this, but it’s just… it’s been too much.”

you listened quietly, letting him talk, letting him get it all out. you could hear the exhaustion in his voice, the frustration, the weight he’d been carrying for so long. it broke your heart to know he’d been dealing with all of this on his own, and you hadn’t even realised how bad it had gotten.

“logan,” you said softly when he finished, your voice filled with compassion. “you don’t have to carry this by yourself. i’m here, and i want to help. we’re a team, remember?”

logan nodded, his eyes closing as he rested his head back against the couch. “i know. i just… i didn’t want to unload all of this on you. i didn’t want to worry you.”

“but i was already worried,” you pointed out gently. “because i could see that something was wrong, and you weren’t talking to me about it. that’s what scared me the most - not knowing what was going on in your head.”

logan’s grip on your hand tightened, and he turned to look at you, his eyes filled with regret. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to shut you out. i just… didn’t know how to talk about it. i didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“logan, you don’t have to be perfect,” you said, your voice firm but loving. “i love you for who you are, flaws and all. and if you’re struggling, i want to know. i want to be there for you, just like you’ve always been there for me.”

logan’s expression softened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “i don’t deserve you,” he murmured against your skin. “but i’m so fucking grateful that you’re here.”

you smiled, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. “you deserve all the love in the world, logan. and i’m not going anywhere. we’ll figure this out, one step at a time.”

logan nodded, his heart swelling with emotion. he knew he was lucky to have you, and he was determined to do better - to be better. for you, and for himself.

the two of you spent the rest of the evening talking, really talking, about everything that had been weighing on logan’s mind. it wasn’t easy, but it was necessary, and by the end of the night, you both felt a sense of relief that had been missing for far too long.

logan knew he still had a lot to work through, but he also knew that he wasn’t alone. you were by his side, ready to face whatever challenges came your way. and for the first time in weeks, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

as you both drifted off to sleep that night, wrapped up in each other’s arms, logan made a silent promise to himself: he would never take you for granted again. you were his rock, his safe haven, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

because at the end of the day, no matter how tough things got, you were the one thing in his life that he couldn’t afford to lose. and he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side, now and always.

[iz-belljolie]

Being dilf!art’s gf who lives in his nice ass mansion and living the life. Shopping sprees, facials, nail appointments, hair appointments, not working and just living off of his yummy cash.

But what’s even better is how fucking sexy he is, he literally made you form a daddy kink. Just imagining cuddling with him in bed, admiring how soft his tummy’s gotten since he’s retired, your mouth fills with drool. You can’t resist leaning down and pressing a kiss to the flesh, and nuzzling against it. It makes Art giggle,

“w-what are you doing?”

“mmnothin.” Your voice vibrated against his skin and sent shivers down his spine.

Your hand gripped his thigh and rubbed it slowly, up to his hip as you pressed kisses all over his belly.

His breathing picked up and his fingers combed through your hair. His stomach flinched as he felt your teeth graze against it.

“You’re so fucking sexy Art…” you mumbled.

“Yeah?” His voice was shaky and a pitch higher.

“Oh yeah…” you said as you looked up at him and smiled.

You then pulled down his pants down slowly, letting his half hard cock spring out.

He groaned softly.

“You don’t have to do that..”

“I want to Art…” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his tip.

“I love doing it..” you sucked gently on his tip causing him to moan so sweetly it was like music to your ears.

When your lips finally engulfed the length of him and your head started bobbing up and down, his hand drifted to the back of your head to grasp your hair.

“F-fuck..you’re so good..it feels so fucking good” He whined, his eyes shutting and his eyebrows screwing up from pleasure.

His hips started to shift around, then they started to buck gently. You grabbed his hips and moved your lips to the tip of his cock and let him thrust in and out of your willing mouth.

Not even a full 2 minutes later he barked out a “oh fuck!” And groaned as his milky white spend filled your mouth. His hips still were shallowly thrusting before he stopped and relaxed his body, huffing out a breath and a soft “Jesus Christ..”

You slipped your lips off his cock, a drip of his cum seeped from your mouth, but you swallowed the rest, taking a deep breath and a long exhale.

“Tastes much better since you’re not drinking those nasty green juices and protein shakes artie..” you murmured with a soft smile, crawling up to kiss him gently. He hummed and smiled into the kiss.

“Thanks baby…”

[ynbabe]

hi love <3

Could I humbly request the grid (or whoever if you have a specific person in mind) in this scenario?https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT2TRnx2T/

Hi!! So glad I have TikTok now cause this req is sooo perfect. And the fact that the inspo had an f1 shirt on is so valid. Also this is a long ass post so it had to be split in two, I will be taking other reqs in the in the meantime!!

Cute situations w/ f1 drivers- ep3 pt 1 [2025 grid edition!!]

You pay for the food

Charles

“Well, well, well-” you started with a tone of sarcasm, the panicked look on Charles’ face turning to one of annoyance.

“Y/n…” he tried to reason with you but the blaring of the fire alarm drowned his voice.

Leo, who rested in your hands, who was panicking along with you when the alarm began, was now glaring at your boyfriend and his father with the same unimpressed glare that you had fixed on him.

“Don’t I remember telling you not to cook?” You cocked a brow, resting the dog on your hip like he was a human child. The whole scene would have been hilarious if it wasn’t blanketed in smoke.

Atleast the man in front of you had the decency to look apologetic, sheepishly mumbling out an apology, kissing you to hide his guilt, “can you order in, belle? I’ll clean up!”

You could only accept the offer, needing to get a now sneezing Leo out of the kitchen.

You had just finished placing the order, laying on the couch, when Charles walked in, hint of guilt still on his face, “Did you order yet, y/n? I’ll get my card-”

“I already paid,” you answered, thinking it would be a big deal, but the look on Charles’ face said otherwise.

“What? Why? Are you still mad at me?” He asked, worried and hyper.

“What- no, of course not! My information was already in my phone, Charlie.” You giggled, watching his face go through the five stages of grief.

He laid on top of you, breath tickling your neck, “well, I’m paying you back,” you had begun to refuse but Charles wouldn’t give in, “non, don’t even.” He ended the conversation.

You could only help but laugh, pulling him closer to you, causing Leo to yip in jealousy, and Charles to react before you could.

“Shut up, Leo.”

Lewis

You and Lewis didn’t often dine in, choosing to cook instead, but it had been a lazy night and neither of you were in the mood to cook or clean.

You had suggested a restaurant for delivery and Lewis had agreed, so you’d gone and placed the order. Lewis had just come back with his card when you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What?” You asked, confused. Lewis was more confused than you were.

“Don’t you need to pay?” He asked, making you smile.

“I already paid, babe, had my info on the app.” You replied nonchalantly, but the answer didn’t seem to satisfy him.

He had an indecipherable look on his face, “since when do you pay?” He added making you scoff.

“Wha- I pay! Lew, what the hell?” You tried to defend yourself.

He playfully rolled his eyes while taking your phone, “Babe, no offence, you haven’t paid or opened a door a single day since we started dating,”, he typed for a few seconds before returning your phone to you, “there, now it’s my information,” he smiled, proud of himself.

“Just so you know I’m going on a shopping spree now,” you walked off, kissing him with a smirk on your lips, the smile on his falling instantly.

Lando

Both of you had been watching tv, the show forgotten as background noise. Somehow grey’s anatomy had spiralled into making out on the sofa like horny teenagers finally getting the house alone.

Lando pulled away, breathless, and you rested your head against his shoulder, his hand coming up to brush your hair.

“You know what would make this moment even more perfect?” He asked out, and you hummed to get him to answer.

“Spring rolls.” He answered dreamily.

You sat up, eyes blown in anger, “WHAT? Is that what you’re thinking about right now, Lando? What the hell-”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, “Pleeaaseeee, y/n?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, much to Lando’s joy, “fine, but I’m telling Jon ur cheating-”

The look on his face was enough to vindicate you, giggling to yourself as you placed the order.

You kept your phone down, going back to the show, when Lando poked your side, looking down at you in confusion.

“Don’t you need me to pay?” He asked and you mocked anger, pushing off him to sit up.

“Need you to pay? Lando, what do you think of me? I have a job you know!” You could see him try to back peddle when you couldn’t take it anymore, a smile cracking on your lips.

“Oh you muppet, you scared me, thought u was gonna have to sleep on the sofa tonight!” He laughed pulling you back into him.

He stretched doing something out of your sight, the next moment your phone dinged, thinking it was the delivery you picked it to check but noticed a credit of 100 pounds to your account.

“LANDO-”

Oscar

There were only a few things Oscar loved more than sleep. Two of those being you and-

“Tim tams!” He whispered, groaning as he put down the bags of groceries, “we forgot the freaking tim tams.” He said in genuine despair, making you chuckle.

He’d begun whispering sad monologues about the sweet treats to himself, when you placed the order for them. Twenty minutes later when the last of the groceries were put in their place, the bell rang and you motioned for him to open the door.

“Babe! Did you order these?” He said with joy in voice, the few moments his collected nature melted away to reveal what he truly felt.

He turned to the delivery guy, “how much do I owe ya, mate?” He asked, surprised to see the man say it had already been paid for.

“You paid for these?”

“Yea my phone had my card in it silly,” you took the packet from his hands, placing it in a drawer.

“What? Why? Since when do you pay?” He asked making you raise you brow at him, “I mean- not like, I’m getting you ice cream!” He panicked, placing an order on his phone, making you laugh as you followed him out the kitchen.

George

“I’m gonna get the twenty piece,” you said out loud, placing an order, “you want something?” You asked the blonde next to you.

“Nope,” came the answer so you accepted the terms, paying for your food.

“Ugh I have to wait for thirty minutes, the fries are gonna be so soggy,” you complained, stopping George in his tracks, his wallet opened in his hands.

“Huh?” He questioned, looking at you weird.

You still hadn’t looked up, “yea thirty minutes is wayyy too long, could’ve just gone myself-”

“No like my cards here?” He continued.

That’s when you looked up, to see his confused face, card in hand, “Yea ofcourse I paid, what do you mean?” You laughed.

“Love, I always pay, you never have to pay when I’m there!” He argued genuinely concerned.

“Aww babe, it’s okay! It was faster this way,” you shrugged, doing nothing to change George’s mind.

“Nuh uh, I’m going to Apple Pay you, how much is a twenty peice? Thirty pounds?” He immediately tapped on his phone, making you laugh, folding in half.

“Baby, no!”

Kimi

“What. Is. This?” You threw your pencil down, groaning into your palms. Kimi sitting besides you wasn’t doing any better, cursing the paper in Italian hoping it’d have the decency to solve itself.

“Let’s call George, he’ll know what to do, yes?” You asked, holding your head in your hands.

“non so cosa fare!” Came his reply, his face scrunched in confusion and irritation, “Non capisco questo- co-cosa è questo?” The pushed the paper away and turned to you with a serious look in his eyes. “Tell mama I’m dropping out and jumping on the track.”

You would have reacted but your head was dizzy, “I mean why do we even need algebra, also you can’t do that your mother would kill Toto… and George,” you said as he slumped against you.

“We need food,” he muttered against your shoulder, making you giggle and lean your head against his.

“Italian?” You asked joking.

“Your favourite, no?” He replied, smirking and nudging you, making you push back, hiding your growing blush.

“Shut up or you’re not getting pizza.” You ordered and paid.

“You did the order?” Kimi asked making you hum, “you paid? Amore, I would have paid!” He jumped up. You didn’t know why he was taking it so seriously. “Mama will kill me if I let you pay. I’m a gentleman!” He claimed, cheeks puffing up.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re eighteen and you can’t solve your math problems-”

“Shut up- I pay for next one!” And you couldn’t argue with the adorable boy in front you.

Pierre

“For the last time Y/n, we are NOT getting sushi AGAIN!” He yelled from across the table. It wasn’t your fault the sushi place Yuki introduced you to was amazing and so close your apartment.

“You’re acting like Lando now,” you retorted laughing at his offended face.

“Ay don’t say that! You’re my girlfriend you can’t be mean to me,” he pouted.

“Fine, we can get Chinese then,” he smirked knowing he’d complain and you were right as he muttered something about loving you and god testing him in French under his breath.

“It’ll be here soon, the sushi would have been faster though, just saying,” you announced.

“You don’t have to pay?” He asked confused with his card in his hand.

“What no of course I have to pay! I just paid-”

“Why would you pay! You’re insulting me, amour, you should never have to pay!” He insisted making you melt.

“Aww Pierre, it’s okay!”

“Non, I’m paying you back!”

“Pierre!”

Jack

“I’m getting something to eat, do you want anything?” You asked jack, who nodded no. You placed the order, waiting for it to reach.

“Here,” Jack passed held his card out, making you laugh, you guys had been dating only for a few months, still in awkward phase of not knowing what to do but it was nice knowing he cared even about the small things.

“Jack, you don’t have to pay! Besides it’s only my stuff anyways,” you tried to wave off his outstretched hand, but he was serious.

“Look, I know we don’t get to spend much time together with the races and everything…” he paused trying to articulate his thoughts, “but uh, you are my girlfriend! And I want to do to things for you!” He rushed out blushing, trying not to look into your eyes.

You could feel the heat rush to your face, it was the first relationship where it felt real, like there was something special, you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face, “um, yeah, uh thank you, that’s really nice, I’d like that.” You kissed his cheek.

Fernando

Everything with Fernando was easy, he woke up early for training and by the time he came back you’d be up, either making breakfast or getting ready to go out. Today was different, both you had the time for a lazy day in so you ordered in.

“Nando, I’m placing the order, you want anything else?” You called across the room to where the man was busy recording one of his TikTok’s.

“No, my wallet is in the drawer,” he replied.

“Oh no need, I already place the order! It will here in twenty,” you announced making him stop in his tracks.

“You paid? Why? Are you angry?” He turned to you completely serious.

“What? Babe no! I just ordered, it’s not so serious,”

He continued through your answer, “por favour, next time don’t pay, okay? You are my wife! You shouldn’t have to pay when I’m here!”

Lance

“Hey Lance, I’m ordering in, do you want anything?” You asked sitting across him on the sofa, nudging his thigh with your feet.

He didn’t look up from his phone, placing a hand on your shin instead, “yea I’ll get a smoothie, thanks” you hummed and placed the order.

Jumping a little when he placed a card on your thigh where you’d be able to reach it.

“What’s this for?” You questioned confused, making the man opposite you furrow his brows.

“For the food?”

“Oh I already paid-”

“What? Since when do you pay?”

“What? Ofcourse I pay!” You replied slightly offended, you paid, not often but definitely did!

“Babe, the last you paid was in 2020 when I was in Italy and you were back home,” he deadpanned, making you roll your eyes.

Part 2 with Max, Yuki, Esteban, Ollie, Liam, Isack, Carlos, Alex, Nico and Gabi- COMING SOON!!

[seoktized]

nsfw mdni!

a/n: cheol rot is back guys.. this has been sittin’ in my drafts for a while n i wanted to try n finish it :> hope you enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated

thinkin’ about sugardaddy husband!seungcheol who’ll spoil you with so many gifts !!

whether it’s designer clothes or jewelry, if he thinks you’ll like it, he’s getting it for you!

loves to take you on shopping sprees, carrying all your bags and watching with a smile as you excitedly walk into another store. he loves to see you happy.

now if you two were to step in a lingerie store, he gets a bit excited, knowing you guys’ll walk out with something he can ravish you in later.

seungcheol, who looks absolutely delicious, manspreading with his sleeves pulled up, is watching as you show him different sets. yes, he was hard but he had a good bit of self restraint. but when you stepped out with a gorgeous color that complemented your skin so well, all that restraint went out the window.

next thing you know, you’re being pushed back into the dressing room, his lips finding yours. he pushed the door closed and locked it. his large hands felt around your body before he pulled back to get a good look at you before diving back in, kissing your jaw and down your neck.

“mmph- cheol, baby not here!” you whispered. he groaned into your neck, not giving up on his ministrations.

“baby i really need you to ride me right now. you look so pretty in this set.” he said in between kisses, “wanna buy a hundred of ‘em so i can rip ‘em all off of you.”

he moved over to sit on the chair in the corner of the dressing room, pulling you along with him and onto his lap.

seungcheol placed you right over his thick bulge, groaning as you rolled your hips against him.

you quickly unbuttoned his pants (which looked like they were going to burst at the seam at how thick his cock AND his thighs were) he helped you a bit by ridding himself of his pants and his boxers, his thick hard cock springing out and slapping against his stomach.

you spat on your hand, coating his length a bit before moving your own underwear to the side and sinking down on him. you never got used to the delicious stretch he’d give you every time, soft broken moans leaving your mouth.

“can’t make too much noise, princess. fuck- don’t want anyone to hear how dirty you’re being.” he said through gritted teeth.

when you began to bounce on his cock, seungcheol threw his head back, trying not to moan loudly himself. his bottom lip caught between his teeth while he watched you make a mess on his cock. his hands that were on your thighs went to your ass, squeezing the flesh softly.

trying not to moan was impossible as his tip was hitting that spot that sent sparks throughout your whole body. burying your face in the crook of his neck, you whimpered quietly.

“cheollie ‘m getting tired..” you mumbled.

“s’okay, doll, you can relax. lemme help you.” he reassured.

you relaxed your body and let seungcheol take over. your eyes rolled back as his thrusts were now a bit harder and quicker, desperately trying to get you both to reach your peak as you guys had been gone for a suspicious amount of time.

“fuck fuck fuck- cheol right there!” you whined before your mouth went agape, orgasm washing over you. you were gripping him so tightly seungcheol knew he wouldn’t last much longer either.

seungcheol gave a few deep thrusts before cumming as well, letting your cunt milk him dry.

he let you lay there for a second, allowing your to catch your breath before reminding you that you two needed to leave.

he somewhat kept his word, buying you that same set in every color they had. a dopey smile on his face while the two of you exited the store, his mind occupied with how many positions he’d have you in later tonight <3

[sigalrm]

Die Spree bei Kilomter 0,003 by Pascal Volk Via Flickr: Ein kleines Rinnsal macht sich auf den Weg.

[howlettsangel]

— pretty girl

tags/warnings: smut mdni 18+ sugar daddy!dofp logan howlett x f!reader, implied age gap (reader in her 20s), logan is some sort of ceo, probably ooc logan, a little pda, use of pet names (baby, darlin', sweetheart, pretty girl duh), needy logan, he's kinda demanding, dry humping, fingering and short foreplay, unprotected p in v, creampie RAHH, implied aftercare

a/n: i'm so awful at smut so bear with me. i'm definitely not proofreading so there will be mistakes in grammar and punctuation

wc: 1.8k

For months your friends had been trying to convince you that having a sugar daddy wasn't rock bottom. It made an excuse to get spoiled by an older guy, have your rent paid, get a new wardrobe. The whole works in exchange for him to get a few nights of shitty sex and cheat on his wife. And you believed them, until you started talking to Logan.

He wasn't married with kids or a family to fall back on like some of the other men you were used to. And, he insisted from the get go that he wasn't just doing it for himself or for your body, that it was his way of "giving back." Of course, he never refused it when you offered, but it wasn't what his mind was set on. Still, you always tried to call his bull.

It was good to begin with, the whole sugar daddy and sugar baby thing. He took you to dinner every other night, lunch if he wasn't busy with work, bought you whatever new thing you were asking for or set you money so you could get it yourself. He pampered you like no other. But then you both started to get comfortable, and that's what scared you.

It started as simple things like spending the night at his place or wearing his clothes after a long night together which eventually became a daily thing. Texting and calling just because you missed his voice, going with him to work events, telling friends about him behind his back. And the worst part was the fact that he didn't stop you. He wanted to let you in.

There was a big client dinner coming up in the spring that Logan was expected to attend, and he was going to make sure you showed up on his arm. So, like any gentleman would, he took you out to shop for dresses. A favorite past time for the two of you.

He sat on the small loveseat outside of your fitting room, waiting for you to show him the next dress option. It was taking longer than he expected, which wasn't very surprising considering the other times you've gone on shopping sprees, but he still tended to worry.

"You need help baby?" he called from his place outside the curtain. Your focus never faltered as you stared at your reflection in the floor length mirrors, fiddling with a particularly stubborn zipper. Hearing his voice, you peeked out from behind the divider, a pout stuck on your face as you held the fabric over your chest.

"The zipper won't go up," you explained, and Logan was pushing himself to stand without a moment's notice.

"Seems like you've been in there forever, girl," he teased lightly as he guided you back into the privacy of the fitting room. He stood behind you in the cramped space and inspected the issue. His fingers fumbled while toying with the zipper, tugging it down a few times before it eventually managed to slide up. "There."

"How do I look?" you hummed, hands sliding over your sides as you admired your own appearance in the rather form fitting dress. Logan grumbled a sound of approval and leaned in closer to your ear, his big hands squeezing either side of your biceps.

"Looks gorgeous," he murmured, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his beard tickling your skin. He's said that about every single dress you've tried on so far, but there was something about this one he enjoyed a bit more.

It hugged your body in all of his favorite places, the ones you seemed to hate at times but he never saw the reason behind those insecurities. His hands slid down to your hips as he pulled your back flush against his chest, lifting his head so he could get a better look at your reflection.

"This one's my favorite," he confirmed, punctuating his sentence with a nod.

"You've said that about the last three," you huffed amusedly. At this point it seemed like he was eager to get the trip over with.

"This one's really my favorite," he repeated, a small grin forcing it's way onto his lips. He wouldn't lie to himself, he did want to get you home, but he would be patient if you had more options.

"You're not just saying that so we can leave?" you added as a way of calling him out, but it was more of a tease than anything. When you did that he dismissed your words with an eye roll and patted your hip.

"You got more to try?" he questioned as he moved to give you a bit of space, not quite outside of the fitting room just yet. You shook your head no and decided he might be right, that this one was your favorite too. It was the perfect color, one that brought out your eyes, and it was a style that felt appropriate for a fancy dinner with a group of old fashioned men.

Logan gave you a few minutes to change back into the clothes you had on before, waiting near the registers for you to come out with the dress. The crowd of people in the store had dissipated as it got later in the afternoon, so it didn't take long for you to find him across the store. He extended a hand to pull you in against his side, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

"Ready?" he asked, to which you answered promptly through a hum. You couldn't help it, how your body instantly molded itself against his, tucked safely under his arm.

It felt almost addicting when you watched him swipe his card through the scanner. Sure it seemed mundane, but it never got old. With other guys, other sugar daddies, it felt like they were just doing you a favor. With Logan, he made it an act of love.

The drive back to Logan's place was painfully slow. You agreed to come spend the night, and that usually ended the same way every time. His hand stayed on your thigh in a familiar gesture, that same touch lingering against the small of your back as he took you upstairs to the penthouse floor.

It was a nice place, nicer than what you were used to. Before you could even take in the details, you heard the door shut with a kick of Logan's boot, his hands wandering over you within a matter of seconds. It was startling at first, but welcomed.

"Logan–" you gasped out softly as the force of his body pinned you to the wall of the entry way. He kissed down your throat hurriedly, sucking soft splotches of pink into every inch of your skin.

"Felt like we were in that store for fuckin' hours," he practically growled, holding your body up with little strength as he continued his ministrations down your collarbone.

A pathetic moan left your lips, your head falling to his shoulder as you gripped the pleats of his suit jacket. His knee was pressed right against the growing heat between your thighs, his quickening pace only serving to intensify your desire. Your hips starting to grind against the clothed fabric of his thigh and your back arching off the wall, that was his undoing.

"Greedy thing, huh?" he purred into your ear as he pulled your legs around his waist to carry you down the hall. His tone was condescending, hypocritical even with the way he was itching to free you of your clothes.

He tossed you against the firm mattress settled in the middle of his bedroom, your body helplessly splayed over the sheets as he crawled over you. You spread your thighs so he could settle between them, his weight supported by his forearm as he reached down to unbutton your shorts.

There were no words shared while he undressed you and himself in succession, just heavy pants and a few needy groans escaping both of your mouths. He tossed the fabrics into a messy pile before sinking back into the mattress on top of you. He coated his fingers in the slick of your arousal, one of the thick digits easing gently into your entrance.

A moan tumbled out of your throat, his lips peppering against yours to hush your needy sounds. "I know, darlin'," he mumbled against your mouth, scissoring you open at a torturous pace. Even with his impatience, he still wanted to savor every moment as much as he could. It had wore him thin trying not to put his hands all over you while out shopping.

"Please," you whined, begging him silently for more relief than just his hand. It was embarrassing how easy it was for him to have you squirming.

"Shh," he hushed you again, his fingers leaving their place inside of you so he could soon replace them with his cock. With a few mindless strokes to work himself up his weight was pressing against your pelvis, bottoming out before you could protest the intrusion.

Your soft little uh uh uh's punctuated his thrusts, your back arched into his palms as he held you up off the mattress. He felt the small tremble in your legs and watched as your head tilted to the side and buried itself into his pillows.

"Ah ah ah, keep those eyes on me." He coaxed them back with a gentle tug at your chin, his thumb swiping your pouty bottom lip.

You could feel him press deep inside you, one hand managing to find your clit between the valley of your bodies. Your toes curled and uncurled into the sheets, your hands doing the same as you fisted the bedding beneath your head.

Logan saw every twitch and squirm you made beneath him, his hungry eyes peering into your half lidded ones.

"Gonna come," you babbled softly, your hand reaching out to grip his bicep. He hissed at the sting of your tight grip, but the pace of his hips only increased at your warning.

"Yeah? Gonna come for me, sweetheart?" he mocked in your ear, his voice breathless as the pad of his thumb fondled harder at your clit. "Go on, I've gotcha."

When the base of his cock hit your body once more, you came hard around him. He groaned at the soft sensation of your walls fluttering, his own movements slowing into single, heavy strokes, before they came to a pounding finish.

Your nails dug further into his arm as he painted your insides, both of your bodies falling limp against the mattress. Every part of you felt heavy from your release, still pulsing as Logan's hands forced your hips to stay pressed against him.

"Fuckin' beauty," he growled into your ear, praising your spent body. He helped you shift comfortably into his arms, his hands uncharacteristically gentle as he pulled the duvet over top of your entangled forms.

"My pretty girl," you heard him whisper again, the sweet name he used on you putting a smile on your weary face.

tags: @ellaynaonsaturn @ellaynahowlett @nymphoniah @all-of-these-vampires @blah-blah-bee

[liminalmemories21]

Just scrolled through to find where everyone was getting these prompts from, so I'm finally jumping on the bandwagon with:

“They didn't deserve you.”

@cecilyv said Buck talking to kitchen utensils, and then I went looking for new casserole pans, and I always think Tommy deserves a little bit of S1 Buck, who was not called firehose because he's a firefighter, and this happened.

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“They didn't deserve you.”

He bakes in his kitchen until he can’t stand being in his loft anymore.  Can’t stand looking at the spaces that Tommy had just started to fill, the spaces where he’d started to imagine Tommy always being.

Packs up flour and sugar and eggs and butter and goes to Maddie and Chim’s.  Bakes in their kitchen until he knows he’s overstaying his welcome.  Although Jee at least will love him as long as he keeps making pancakes and muffins for breakfast.

He doesn’t realize he’s taken their citrus squeezer until he’s baking at home again. Uses it to squeeze lemons for lemon poppy seed loaf, and limes for lime curd to go with the pavlovas he makes.  Chim asks if there’s a new baked good for every time Tommy bubbles him, and Buck conveniently forgets that it’s Chim’s citrus squeezer to begin with.

And then it’s been a month, and it’d be weird to take it back now.  Besides, it’s better than the one he has, and it’s a cheerful bright lime green color, and he likes the way it looks against his white tiles and white counters.  It’s possible, he considers, that Tommy had a point when he said that the loft was a bachelor pad.  Nobody with kids, with a family, lives somewhere this nondescript. Like there’s not a real person who lives here.

He buys new casserole pans with flower patterns on them just because he thinks they’re pretty.  Wonders if this makes him gay enough for Tommy -- mentally kicks himself, that’s such a cliche; Tommy would hate that.  Buys new dishes – fiestaware in bright yellows and reds and teals.

Goes on a spree over President’s Day weekend.  Buys throw pillows and new sheets and a new comforter.  Nothing white.  Nothing black.  Nothing even grey.

He’d never really thought before that he was trying to say something, or not say something with the way he decorated his loft.  Mostly he hadn’t thought about it all.  Ali had set the stage when she helped him furnish it, all he’d done in the years since is try not to mess it up.

He messes it up now.  Buys things because they spark fucking joy.  Calls May and asks if she wants to go flea market shopping with him.  Comes home with an afghan made of granny squares in soft blues and yellows and pinks.  

Tommy never sees any of it.  Obviously not in the loft, but also not in Eddie’s house, all still safely packed away into boxes.

Doesn’t see it until he’s helping him unpack in his new place.  One that’s all his.  One he picked on purpose, for himself.  If Tommy has thoughts about the shift in his personal aesthetic he keeps them to himself.

Doesn’t say anything until Buck’s making him dinner – the least he can do for helping him move, and if Buck would rather it was breakfast he was making Tommy, well they’re trying to move slower this time, and he thinks they’ll get there.

He’s moving around the kitchen, talking to himself, which is another new habit he’s picked up since Tommy last sat at his kitchen counter and sipped wine while Buck cooked.

He murmurs to his new stove, “come on, nice and gentle, just a simmer please, no scorching the sauce,” because it’s electric and temperamental as hell, and he’s springing for an induction stove as soon as he can afford to.

Mutters to the citrus squeezer, “Where are you now?  Are you hiding in here?”

Startles when Tommy says, amused and fond, “Do they talk back to you?  Have you gone full Beauty and the Beast?  Should I be worried the wardrobe is judging me?”

He snorts, holds up the citrus squeezer triumphantly, unearthed from where it had gotten trapped under the bench scraper.  

“It is…very neon.”  Tommy says diplomatically.  Tilts his head.  “Which errant villager got turned into that, do you think?”

“The gay one,” he deadpans, and Tommy snorts.  Let it sit a beat, because there’d been an element of truth there, and then says, “I think Jee chose it during her green phase.” They both wince at the assault on their eyeballs Bobby’s room had been. “But you’re too good for them, aren’t you?” Buck croons to the squeezer that sits in his hand idly, not answering. “They didn’t deserve you.”

“So you stole it from your sister,” Tommy concludes.  Buck nods, goes back to his fish.  “She won’t miss it?”

“Oh, Madddie would never go looking through my kitchen drawers.”

Tommy stares at him. Buck stares back, then can’t help it — smirks a little. Tommy’s eyes drop to his lips, just for a second, and Buck thinks, yeah, they’re gonna make it this time.  Tommy catches him watching, doesn’t bother to pretend he wasn't, and rubs his temples. “She found your ring cutter didn’t she?”

Buck laughs and nods.

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Ties That Bind: A Modern Smoke x Annie Fic

Ties That Bind || Elijah "Smoke" Moore x Annie (modern au)

This is Part 3 of the Savor Series.

Rating: E for Erotic.

Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, Smut, and Explicit Language. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 8k+

Summary: With their relationship thriving and their businesses booming, Smoke and Annie are ready to take the next big step—homeownership. As they embark on the search for their dream home, Annie starts to notice something different. Smoke, usually the picture of cool confidence, seems tense—distracted even. Maybe it’s just the pressure of such a major decision... or maybe there’s something deeper stirring beneath the surface.

By the end of their search, it’s not just the countertops gleaming or the chandeliers catching the light. Something far more precious begins to shine.

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The spring breeze slipped through the cracked windows of the black Escalade, gliding over Annie’s skin like silk. The sun dipped behind dense tree branches as Smoke cruised through the quiet, picture perfect neighborhood of Ravenswood. Tucked on Chicago’s North Side, Ravenswood was known for its tree-lined streets, vintage charm, and architectural gems. It had a peacefulness to it that made Annie’s shoulders relax every time they passed a leafy park or saw a couple walking their dog.

It was their last house tour of the day, and after three days and ten viewings, they were both running on caffeine, hope, and playlist rotations. Still, there was a soft buzz in the air—of possibility, of change. After a year together, they’d made the decision to hunt for their dream home. It made sense. They were always between their apartments, with most nights ending in Annie curled up in Smoke’s bed, her satin bonnet on the pillow, and her toiletries gradually overtaking his bathroom counter. Half her wardrobe was already living in his closet.

They both loved their own spaces—it had helped keep their individual rhythms intact. But now? Now it was time to build something permanent.

Smoke, of course, made the whole process an event. Earlier in the week, he’d sent Annie out for a fresh set of nails and hair appointment, even slid her money for a shopping spree. Not that he didn’t spoil her regularly—he loved seeing her smile when she got surprise deposits for her maintenance days—but this time felt... different. His excitement was sweet, even a little overwhelming, but he insisted.

"This ain’t just any house," he’d said with that grin that always melted her. “Gotta look like a dream walkin’ into our dream.”

The house-hunting itself had been fun, if a little exhausting. They’d learned more about each other—how she adored bay windows and clawfoot tubs, while he was big on a chef’s kitchen and a full basement. He more so wanted the chef's kitchen for her. Some things they’d compromise on, others were non-negotiable. But none of the homes they’d toured so far had felt right. Close, but not the one. Smoke especially wasn’t one to settle.

Annie’s eyes wandered over to him. He was quiet—too quiet—and his fingers tapped anxiously against the steering wheel, out of rhythm with the mellow R&B humming through the speakers. His face was set in that deep concentration she knew well. She also recognized the tension in his jaw, the slight tremor in his fingers. His time in the army had left him with certain scars—ones that didn’t always show until moments like this.

But this wasn’t PTSD, not entirely.

This was something else.

She shifted in her seat and reached over, her hand finding the back of his neck. Her thumb moved in slow circles behind his ear, soothing, familiar. “Baby,” she said softly, her Louisiana drawl wrapping around the words, “you okay? We can always save this one for another day. This week’s been a lot.”

He glanced at her, and the corners of his mouth lifted. Not a full smile, but enough to quiet her concern a little. He pulled her hand from his neck and kissed the back of it, then held it in his, thumb stroking the soft skin between her knuckles.

“I’m fine, baby doll,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly. “I just—” He paused, weighing his next words. “I just feel like this could be the one. I found it online a while back and haven’t been able to get it outta my head since. But I wanted you to see all your picks first. I just hope you love it as much as I do.”

Annie smiled warmly, leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m sure I will. If it’s got you this twisted up, it must be somethin’ special.”

He smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His fingers tightened around hers.

“Honestly,” he said, “as soon as I saw it, I thought... Damn, this got Annie written all over it. That’s how I want home to feel.” He turned to look at her fully, his gaze tender as he stopped at a red light. “Like you.”

Her heart did that slow, deep flip it always did when he said something that felt like poetry but landed like truth.

She squeezed his hand and whispered optimistically, “Then let’s go see home.”

A few minutes later, Smoke eased the truck to a smooth stop in front of the last house on their list. Annie blinked at the sight before her, momentarily stunned.

The home stood proudly behind a sleek black wrought-iron fence, its manicured hedges and vibrant landscaping looking like something out of a design magazine. Its soft, creamy white paint contrasted beautifully against the bold, black-trimmed windows and the matte charcoal metal roof. Twin gables gave the front elevation a charming yet modern edge, while the wide front porch, lit by three hanging lanterns, felt warm and inviting.

Everything about the house whispered elegance and peace… and something else too. Stability. Legacy.

Annie’s voice was hushed. “Wow…”

Smoke put the car in park and looked over at her, gauging her reaction. “You like it?”

Her hand reached for the door handle, but she paused and looked at him. “Like it? It's so cute! I can see you out on the porch now smokin' a cigar.”

Smoke chuckled, his dimples deepening as he glanced toward the porch. “And I can see you bossin’ me around from the kitchen window, tellin’ me to put that thing out.”

Annie laughed, her eyes still glued to the house. “Only if you’re blowin’ smoke in the hydrangeas.”

He leaned over and kissed her temple. “Fair enough.”

Smoke got out, rounded the front, and opened Annie’s door for her. “Come on, gorgeous,” he said, offering his hand.

Annie smiled and took it, letting him help her out of the SUV. The spring breeze played with the hem of her white sundress as she straightened up and looked toward the house again.

They walked together toward the front gate, the soft thump of the car door shutting behind them. The breeze carried the scent of freshly turned soil and faint traces of honeysuckle from the yard next door. Annie smoothed her dress again and tucked a curl behind her ear. Her kinky coils sat pretty on top of her head in a half-up, half-down style.

Smoke reached for her hand as they walked the stone pathway, lined with perfectly trimmed shrubs, low purple blooms, and a "For Sale" sign staked proudly in the yard.

“Did you notice the address?” he murmured.

Annie’s eyes shifted to the plaque mounted beside the front door: 4465.

Her brows lifted. “What about it?”

He smiled. “My mom’s birthday. April 4th, 1965.”

Annie blinked. Her lips parted, then closed again as she looked back at the house. “Elijah…” she breathed, her voice softer than the wind weaving through the trees.

“I told you,” Smoke said, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand, “it just felt right.”

Annie swallowed the lump in her throat. “Hear you loud and clear, Mama Moore,” she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. Then she looked up at him with a lifted brow. “Still a skeptic?” she asked, referring to her spiritual hoodoo practices and the consistent guidance of their ancestors. He didn't practice it, wasn't exactly a believer, but he respected her beliefs.

He smirked at her. “You know I have a hard time believin' in things I can't see, baby. But... I see you and I believe in ya and whateva you be doin' at that altar,” he said and winked before leading her up the stairs to the front door.

Annie’s heart warmed at his words. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach in anticipation as he knocked on the door.

Soon the door opened revealing a petite brunette, with a bubbly smile dressed business casual. “Hi, I'm Amber the realtor,” she said sweetly, hand out to shake Smoke's hand. “You must be the Moores, it's nice to meet you.”

Smoke shook her hand and returned the pleasantry, then Annie. Annie smiled, enjoying the sound of “the Moores.”

Amber welcomed them inside and informed them they could look around freely.

“If you have any questions or need anything, just let me know,” she said as she stepped back into the staged office to the right of the entryway.

They returned a thank you and began looking around.

On the opposite side of the hallway was a formal dining room with wainscoting wall panels, a coffered ceiling, and a long walnut table set for eight. Annie ran her fingers over the velvet dining chairs, imagining Sunday dinners and holiday laughter echoing off the walls.

Further inside, they stepped into the kitchen—and Annie stopped in her tracks.

“Smoke…” she whispered, eyes wide.

Soft oak cabinetry framed by gold hardware lined the walls. The marble-topped island was massive, surrounded by elegant upholstered stools with gold bases. Enough space to prepare food for their family and friends. Above it, three globe pendant lights hung from the ceiling like jewelry, casting a warm, golden glow.

“Damn,” Smoke murmured, genuinely impressed. “This is you all day.”

Annie nodded, taking it all in—the built-in double ovens, the walk-in pantry, the custom range hood with gold detailing, and the glimmering backsplash. A vase of fresh tulips sat on a golden tray in the middle of the island.

She smiled. “I’d never leave this kitchen.”

“Bet,” he said, eyeing her with a teasing smile. “Guess I’ll have to make you dinner from time to time to lure you out.”

They continued exploring, their footsteps tapping on the wide-plank hardwood floors. The living room was warm and sophisticated, featuring more coffered wood ceilings that made Annie stop and tilt her head up in awe.

“I love this,” she whispered.

The space was anchored by a stone fireplace and tall windows that bathed the room in natural light. Everything felt intentional, down to the textured area rug and plush sectional.

They wandered through a few bedrooms on the first and second floor, each uniquely staged with soft linens and thoughtful décor. Smoke peeked into one of the bathrooms, all six of which featured sleek tile, spacious vanities, and rainfall showers.

“They weren’t playin’,” he said.

The master bedroom was pure luxury. A tray ceiling added dimension to the room, while a large bay window let in gentle light. Annie stepped inside and exhaled with wonder. The king-sized bed, draped in layers of plush white and cream, faced a fireplace and wall-mounted flat-screen.

Smoke opened a nearby door that revealed the en suite bathroom, and they both stepped inside.

“My goodness,” Annie said under her breath.

A gleaming clawfoot tub sat beneath a chandelier, backed by a marble accent wall. There was a massive glass walk-in shower, and on either side of the room, double vanities stretched beneath wide, lighted mirrors. His and her walk-in closets flanked the bathroom’s entrance, each large enough to be a room of its own.

“Pictures really didn't do this justice,” Smoke muttered, clearly impressed.

“I can already see my candles lining that tub,” Annie said, spinning slowly.

Smoke grinned. “And me knockin’ on the door askin’ if ya drowned yet.”

They laughed and she pushed at his chest playfully, the warmth between them growing deeper as they left the master suite and headed down to the basement.

Downstairs, the basement was fully finished—complete with a home theater setup, game room space, gym, bathroom, and the remainder of the seven bedrooms. A bar stood in the corner, its stonework matching the fireplace upstairs, and a wine fridge was tucked beneath the counter.

Annie leaned against the wall, arms crossed as she looked around. “It really has everything.”

Smoke stood beside her, hands in his pockets. “And then some.”

Annie turned to him with a sigh, her heart felt full. “I love it. Nothing’s come close to this.”

He smiled, deep and slow. “Me too. What do you say you take another look around and then meet me in the backyard? That’s really gonna seal the deal.”

Annie nodded, still swept up in it all. “Alright,” she said, watching him head toward the rear of the house while she wandered back through the first floor.

Somehow, they’d missed the laundry room earlier—tucked just past the kitchen and across from a small powder room. It was spacious and bright, with a window that let in natural light. Clean white cabinets lined the walls, paired with soft grey quartz countertops. A double washer and dryer sat side-by-side beneath the counter, and a deep utility sink rested near the corner. There was more than enough storage for every cleaning supply she could think of, and even space for a built-in folding station. Annie grinned. It felt like the kind of room you didn’t mind spending time in.

Satisfied, she moved back through the house, soaking in every last detail before stepping through the sliding glass doors that opened from the living room onto the covered back patio. The space felt like a private retreat perfect for events and entertaining.

A paneled dark wood ceiling stretched above her with recessed lighting and a sleek ceiling fan spinning lazily. To her left, an outdoor kitchen complete with a built-in grill, stainless steel appliances, and whitewashed brick gave the space a luxe yet cozy vibe. A long wooden dining table with cushioned bench seating stood ready for family meals or casual hangouts. To the right, a plush outdoor sofa and chairs with cream cushions and blue patterned throw pillows invited her to sink in and relax. The view overlooked a lush backyard framed by mature trees, and Annie could just picture warm nights out here with Smoke, wrapped in each other.

Her heels carefully tapped down the stairs to the tiled stone path, the soft clack of each step nearly lost in the hush of evening. The sun was setting, casting a sultry, golden glow across the backyard, painting everything in warm light and long shadows. “Smoke?” she called out, looking toward the matching three-car garage as she began walking in search of him.

“Over here, baby doll,” his voice called, low and steady, from behind her.

She turned, expecting to see him casually leaning against something, maybe smirking in that way he always did—but what she saw instead stole the breath from her lungs. An audible gasp left her lips. Her hands flew to her face, and before she could even think, tears were slipping down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “C’mere.”

She sniffled, trying to steady herself, her soft sobs catching in her throat. Her legs felt like lead, trembling with every slow step she took toward him.

Behind him stood a breathtaking heart formed entirely from white roses. In its center, a glowing white neon sign spelled out “It was always you” in elegant cursive, glowing softly against the light bricks of the patio. A lush aisle of dense white rose petals led to him, flanked on both sides by tall glass candles flickering gently in the breeze. And right in the middle of it all, Smoke knelt on one knee, a calm smile on his handsome face, a little black velvet box open in his left hand—holding everything she never knew she’d dreamed of.

Smoke looked like he stepped out of a fairytale, or maybe straight off the pages of a GQ cover—clean, confident, and completely hers.

His short-sleeved, cream knit button-up hugged the solid build of his chest and arms. The open collar giving a peek at the subtle glint of a simple gold chain. His navy blue slacks were perfectly tailored, hugging his frame without clinging, and falling effortlessly over polished black dress shoes. His chunky gold watch glinted on his wrist, catching the flicker of candlelight as he waited with quiet patience.

As soon as Annie reached him, he took her left hand in his, placing a kiss to it. Tears clouded her vision as she looked down at him, trying to hold it together, her breath catching in her throat.

He blew out a breath, trying to ease his nerves. "I've been holdin' onto this for months," he said, glancing at the box and giving it a small jiggle in his hand. "Thinkin' 'bout how I'd do this, but nothin' felt good enough... Then I came across this house and felt like it was the missing puzzle piece."

He sighed, his throat tight with emotion. His jaw clenched as he tried to hold back his own tears, the weight of the moment resting heavy in his chest.

Annie’s thumb gently stroked the back of his fingers, her touch grounding him.

Smoke cleared his throat and looked up at her. His voice cracked just slightly, raw and real. "If someone would've told me a year ago that I'd be here in this moment... I wouldn'tve believed 'em. Back in Clarksdale, word got around that you were up here, and I just hoped that maybe the opening of the lounge would lore you to me. But... clearly someone or somethin' had better plans..."

He let out a breathy chuckle, and Annie joined him, sniffing and smiling through her tears.

"And to be honest, I don't know what I did to deserve it."

"Elijah—"

He shook his head gently, cutting her off with quiet conviction. "Nah, baby. It's true. My biggest regret is leavin’ you. You deserved better than that... our baby deserved better than that." His voice faltered, thick with remorse. "I saw the world, did what they say men supposed to do, but it’s you that makes me better every damn day."

He looked up at her, his eyes shining. "There was this ache in me when you were gone. Like I was walkin’ around half-alive, tryna fill the space where you used to be. But now..." he paused again, getting choked up, his throat tightening as he pushed through the emotion, "Now I feel whole. So full I don’t even know what to do with myself some days. I’m grateful, Annie. Grateful I get to wake up everyday and love you. And bein’ loved by you? That’s just the cherry on top."

A soft smile played at her lips as tears rolled down her cheeks. He matched it with one of his own.

"We’ve been through hell and back," he continued. "And I can’t promise we won’t go through more. But what I can promise is that I’ll never leave your side again. I’ll protect you, support you, and love you in every way I know how. So..."

Smoke opened the small black velvet box, revealing a breathtaking oval-cut diamond ring. The center stone was massive, catching the last golden rays of the sun and scattering them in a dazzling array of light. It was set in a delicate platinum band made of tiny diamonds, each one sparkling like stardust. The ring was bold yet elegant, timeless yet modern and undeniably stunning—matching how he viewed her.

Annie gasped, her hand flying to her chest as her eyes welled up all over again.

"Annie Lisette Batiste, love of my life... will you marry me?"

Her smile stretched wide through her tears. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, laughter bubbling in her throat through her emotion.

Smoke chuckled, eyes never leaving hers. "That a yes?"

"Yes, baby," she breathed, her voice full of warmth and wonder.

He slipped the ring onto her finger, where it fit like it had been waiting its whole life for her. Rising to his feet, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her with everything he had. The world around them disappeared—nothing else existed but that moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Smoke rested his forehead against hers and murmured against her lips, "I hope that’s a yes to the house too... 'cause," he smirked, eyes gleaming, "I may have already put in the winning offer a few days ago to set all this up. Why you think Amber said "the Moore's"?"

Annie sucked her teeth and playfully rolled her eyes with a smile. "You somethin’ else, Elijah Moore."

His low laugh rumbled from his chest. "Aw, c’mon, woman. I saw it in your eyes the second we pulled up. You love this place."

She giggled, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around him again. "Okay... yes. You lucky I love it almost as much as I love you."

They stayed like that for a long while, wrapped in each other beneath the fading light—safe, sound, and whole. Annie offered a silent thanks for every root, every whispered prayer that had kept them, and led them right back to this moment. Everything was finally falling into place—big... and small.

Back at Smoke’s apartment, Annie couldn’t stop admiring her ring—not through their shower together, not while applying her skincare, and definitely not while whipping up a quick meal of spaghetti to calm her nerves and feed their hunger. The massive oval diamond on her finger caught every glint of light, sparkling with every move she made. She kept catching herself turning her hand in different angles, just to watch it shimmer.

“Mmm, that smells good,” Smoke murmured as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His bare chest pressed against her back, and his chin rested comfortably on her shoulder. He looked down at the bubbling pot of savory sauce, then stole a glance at the soft curve of her cleavage peeking through the tie of her fluffy robe.

“Can I have a taste?” he asked in a low, teasing tone, giving her a playful pinch on the butt.

Annie squealed and picked up the small kitchen knife she’d just used to dice bell peppers, bringing it gently under his chin—not threatening, but just enough to warn him. “Boy, if you don’t find some patience and set the table…” she said with a mock scowl.

Smoke laughed, hands raised in surrender. “Put the knife up, woman. I’m goin’, I’m goin’.”

She snickered and turned her attention back to the noodles, giving them a final stir before turning off the stove. The soft clinking of plates and silverware echoed as Smoke set the table at the island. He slid two plates beside her, then reached into the wine cooler and pulled out a fresh bottle of Dom Pérignon, his grin wide.

“Now seems like as good a time as any to pop this,” he said, holding the bottle up like a trophy.

Annie’s eyes widened slightly when she saw the label, but she quickly masked it, responding with a light, “Mhm.”

Smoke tilted his head. “You okay? I thought you liked this one,” he said, already grabbing two flute glasses.

“I—I do, babe. You’re right. No need to save it, there’s a lot to celebrate, but…” she paused, then added softly, “can you hold off ‘til after dinner?”

His brows pulled together, clearly curious, but he didn’t press. “Uh… sure,” he said slowly, placing the bottle and glasses aside. Instead, he poured iced tea for them both—extra lemon wedges in hers, just how she liked it.

They sat and enjoyed the meal. Smoke’s satisfied moans had Annie giggling behind her fork.

“I can’t help it,” he said, already going for another bite. “You make the simplest things taste like a five-star meal.”

They talked between bites, going back and forth about who to break the engagement news to first—of course, Stack won that. They bounced around ideas for the house, what to keep, what to toss, and how they’d tackle packing. Once they were done, Smoke grabbed their empty plates and scraped the leftovers into containers. After loading the dishwasher, he stretched with a content sigh.

“That hit the spot, baby. Thank you,” he said, rubbing his stomach like a kid after Thanksgiving.

“You’re welcome, love,” Annie replied warmly.

“Champagne time!” he declared, reaching for the corkscrew again.

Annie’s stomach flipped. She shot up from her seat. “Hold that thought,” she muttered and quickly padded into his closet. Digging into her luggage tucked neatly in the corner, she retrieved a black gift box tied with a gold satin ribbon. She stared at it for a breath, heart pounding, before returning to the kitchen.

She set it down gently on the counter. “You’re not the only one full of surprises today.”

Smoke’s brows lifted. A grin stretched across his face. “Aren’t you cute? You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know, but I couldn’t pass this up. Here, sit," she replied softly, patting the stool beside her.

He settled onto the cushioned stool, eyes twinkling with curiosity as he tugged the ribbon free. The box gave a soft creak as he lifted the lid, rustling through the tissue paper.

Then he froze.

His breath hitched as he slowly lifted a tiny white newborn onesie with the words “I Love My Daddy” in soft gray script and a heart beneath it. His hands trembled slightly as he picked up the two white sticks tucked beneath—both Clear Blue tests, both clearly reading: Pregnant.

His head dropped, shoulders shaking as he held back his sobs. Annie sniffled quietly beside him, unable to hold back her tears.

Smoke gathered himself enough to reach in and lift the last item: a small wooden picture frame. Inside, an ultrasound photo. A little black and white blob the shape of a peanut—tiny, but unmistakably a life.

“We’re havin’ a baby?” he asked, voice cracking, tearful eyes locking onto hers.

She nodded, tears spilling freely now. “Yeah,” she whispered.

He stood up without a word and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close and kissing the side of her head. His hand rubbed slow circles on her back as she cried into his shoulder.

“Are you happy?” she asked, voice slightly muffled.

“Of course I’m happy,” he said, pulling back to wipe her tears gently with his thumbs. “I couldn’t ask for a better gift.”

“How far along?” he asked softly.

She sniffled and smiled. “About two months.”

He looked upward in thought, eyebrows raised, then smirked. “I knew I put it on you for Valentine’s Day.”

Annie burst into laughter, remembering the way he had definitely put it on her during their weekend getaway. Smoke chuckled too, then leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I love you, Mrs. Batiste-Moore,” he murmured against her lips.

She beamed. “I love you too, Mr. Moore.”

“And…” he said with a grin, crouching down to gently part her robe. He pressed a tender kiss to her belly. “Papa loves you too, lil’ one. No champagne for Mommy anytime soon,” he teased, looking up at her with a wink.

Her heart melted at his affection. All her nerves were put to rest.

“When’s the next doctor’s appointment?” Smoke asked, pulling Annie gently between his legs as he settled back on the stool. His hands rested on her hips, thumbs brushing slow circles over her robe.

“Middle of next month,” she replied, running her fingers over his head and lightly rubbing his ears. “Once I’m done with the first trimester.”

“Good,” he said, his voice low but firm. “I’m not missin’ a single one.” He turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to her open palm, holding it there for a beat like it anchored him. “I don’t know how I didn’t catch on. It was easier to tell before.”

She let out a soft laugh, tucking a curl behind her ear. “I don’t have mornin' sickness this time, knock on wood.” She leaned down and tapped her knuckles against the wooden cabinet below the island. “Plus, I'm only showin' a lil' bit. I only got suspicious 'cause my cycle didn’t come, and then… I had a dream about fish.”

Smoke’s brow arched. “A dream? About fish?”

She giggled and nodded. “Yeah. They can be a spiritual sign—pregnancy, abundance, new beginnings…” Her gaze drifted to the side as she remembered. “I was deep in the ocean. Water so clear and blue it didn’t even look real—it was beautiful. Peaceful. Then out of nowhere, this school of fish swam up all around me. Bright colors, all different shapes and sizes. They weren’t scared, and neither was I. I felt... calm. Like they were protecting me.”

Smoke watched her, totally entranced.

“They swam with me no matter where I went,” she continued softly. “Even when I made it to shallow water near the shore, they stayed. Just hovered like they were waiting. Then I came out of the water and… Mama was there. On the shore.”

He blinked, eyes locked onto hers. “Like you told me before. With Zariah?”

Annie nodded slowly. “Exactly. Mama was holding her. Zariah was cooing, laughin'… she always looks so happy. We didn’t say a word. Just stood there, smiling at each other. I could hear the waves behind me, soft and steady. It was… peaceful. That kind of peace you feel deep in your soul.” Her voice grew quiet. “They’ve come to me like that before, Mama and Zariah. But the fish… that was new. That was her way of confirming what I already knew.”

Smoke exhaled through his nose, lips curled in a small, wistful smile. “I wish I could see her,” he said quietly, his hands still resting on her hips.

Annie leaned down and kissed his forehead, lingering there for a moment. “One day you will,” she whispered. “A long, long, long ass time from now. We’ve got things to do down here.”

He chuckled, and so did she.

“Speakin’ of things to do…” he murmured with a teasing glint in his eyes. His hands slid slowly up her sides, then dipped to her waist, pulling her just a little closer. He leaned forward, pressing warm kisses along her exposed cleavage.

Annie hummed, her fingers caressing the back of his head.

“How about we work off dinner?” he offered, voice thick with suggestion and affection.

Her only response was a mischievous smile and the way she leaned down to kiss him—slow, deep, and full of promise—told him everything he needed to know.

She moaned softly as their tongues danced, gliding in a slow, teasing rhythm. Smoke’s hand cradled the side of her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. Her fingers brushed along his jaw before she leaned in and lightly traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, then pulled back with a playful smirk.

“Leave it to you to turn a wholesome moment into somethin’ freaky,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath warm, her eyes shining.

His deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Somethin’ ’bout bein’ engaged and knowin’ we made a mini us got me feelin’ extra… primal. Sue me.”

Annie laughed, soft and sweet, and laced her fingers with his. “C'mon,” she said, tugging him gently toward the bedroom. He followed without hesitation, flicking off the kitchen lights as they passed.

“I don’t know if I can keep callin’ you daddy once the baby’s here,” she teased as they reached the foot of the bed, turning to face him with an arched brow.

He sucked his teeth and yanked her flush against him, hands gripping her waist like he was claiming her all over again. “Oh, you will, but with a little more respect in your tone,” he smirked, leaning in to nip at her bottom lip. “Matter fact, after what I’m 'bout to do to you, you might start sayin it in capital letters everywhere we go.”

Her core clenched at the authority in his voice, heat blooming low in her belly. Her eyes flicked from his full lips to those pretty brown eyes—darkening now, like storm clouds rolling in just before the downpour.

"I’d love to see you try," she murmured, a teasing lilt in her voice.

She could’ve sworn she heard a low rumble rise from his chest, more growl than laugh. It vibrated through the short space between them, curling around her spine and making her breath hitch. The air between them thickened with want, and his gaze dropped to her mouth like he was already imagining it moaning his name.

“’Cause you know I always deliver,” he murmured before pulling her back into another heated kiss, deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world. His lips were firm, hungry, and she melted into it with a soft moan, powder pink nails lightly scratching his scalp.

With practiced ease, he untied her robe and slid it off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. Her hands were already at his waist, pushing his sweats down eagerly until his thick, hard length sprang free. He stepped out of them, not missing a beat, and immediately dipped his head to trail kisses down her neck—finding that sensitive spot just under her jaw and sucking gently. She whimpered, thighs pressing together instinctively to soothe the ache pulsing between her legs.

Then his mouth was on her right nipple, tongue swirling slowly before he sucked it deep into the warmth of his mouth. Her head dropped back with a breathless moan as he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers, teasing both peaks until they stiffened under his touch.

“Baby, please…” she purred, writhing as he switched to her other breast, mouth wet and warm.

“Please what, mamas?” he mumbled into her skin, the scruff of his beard grazing her soft flesh, sending a new wave of goosebumps across her chest.

“Please, fuck me,” she whimpered, voice desperate and thick with need.

Smoke chuckled low in his throat, his lips now pressing loving kisses along her belly. “Oh, I will... right after I eat my pussy. Now,” he added, giving her ass a firm smack, “get on all fours like I like it.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself just how he wanted—arched and ready. He took a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it underneath her belly for support, mindful of her comfort now more than ever.

She felt the warmth of his breath against her soaked folds and whimpered in anticipation, her body already trembling. He knelt behind her, thick arms wrapping around her thighs from underneath to pull her closer. She swore her heart skipped as he inhaled her scent—slow, deep, possessive.

Then came the tease—his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, kissing and licking everything but her center. She rocked her hips instinctively, craving contact, every nerve alive.

“Mine,” he whispered, the word more like a vow than a claim, and then his mouth sealed over her pussy.

Annie gasped sharply, the heat and wetness of his mouth sending her reeling. He licked her slow at first, deliberately, tongue moving like he had nowhere else to be. His tongue flicked side to side against her swollen clit before he sucked it gently, then firmly, setting her nerves on fire. Her back bowed beautifully, and he rewarded the arch with another smack to her ass, this one more playful. His strong hands palmed the weight of her cheeks, spreading her open so he could devour her better.

The sound of her moans—raw, open, unfiltered—filled the room. So did the wet, messy sounds of his mouth as he tasted her, worshipped her. His tongue slid down to her entrance and began to thrust, long and deep, mimicking what he knew she needed. She rocked back against his face in response, fucking herself on his tongue.

“Mmm. That’s it, baby. Fuck my face,” he growled between licks, voice hoarse with desire.

“Oooh, Elijah…” she purred, her body trembling as her orgasm crept up with no warning. Her walls clenched tight around his tongue and her clit throbbed against the friction of his chin. His tongue, long and thick, curled just right—rubbing and coaxing the orgasm from her body like it belonged to him.

Her thighs shook, and she cried out his name again and again as she came, surrendering fully to the pleasure. Her body pulsed around the emptiness, and he didn’t stop—he drank her in, tongue lapping every drop, the sounds of his mouth slick and unashamed in the quiet of the room.

“Mm… sweet ass pussy,” he mumbled with satisfaction, tongue still teasing her slit as her body trembled from the aftershocks.

She whimpered, her body hypersensitive, trying to crawl away from his relentless mouth.

He chuckled softly, finally giving her a moment to breathe, and kissed the backs of her thighs with a tenderness that had her heart clenching. Each kiss was like a thank you, a worship, a promise.

“You good, baby?” he asked softly, rubbing his hands down the backs of her legs, grounding her.

Annie let out a long breath and nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “So damn good.”

He hummed with a satisfied smile, rising to his knees as he pressed soft kisses up the curve of her back. She shivered beneath the affection, then slowly gathered her strength, straightening up on her legs. With a lazy, seductive grace, she reached back, her fingers curling behind his neck to pull him in for a deep, messy kiss—tongues tangling, lips slick with need. She moaned softly at the taste of herself on his tongue.

When she finally pulled away, her voice dropped into something velvety and commanding. “Lay down.”

Smoke nipped at her bottom lip in response, a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, ma’am,” he rasped playfully, and settled back into the bed, reclining against the headboard with one arm tucked behind his head. He looked utterly edible—lids low, chest rising with anticipation, dick hard and glistening in the moonlight.

Annie crawled between his legs, her hips swaying as she moved with deliberate intent. Her eyes locked on his girthy, pretty, brown length. Precum shimmered at the fat tip, catching the silver glow from the window. Her mouth watered, her breath hitching.

She wrapped her hand around him, marveling again at the weight and heat of him, and began stroking him slow and tight while never breaking eye contact. His brows drew together, lips parting with a grunt as his hips subtly rocked into her grip.

She leaned in and let a string of spit drip from her tongue, watching it glisten as it slid over the swollen head. Then, without hesitation, she took him into her warm mouth, slowly sucking him inch by inch until her lips kissed his base.

“Gahdamn… mmm,” Smoke groaned, head lolling to the side as he watched her work. His expression melted into bliss and awe.

Annie moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine. Her hand worked in rhythm with her mouth—wrist twisting as she stroked while her lips slid up and down his shaft. She pressed her tongue along the underside, tracing the throbbing vein.

Smoke reached forward, gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail, angling her just right so he could see everything. “Fuck,” he hissed as she moaned again and popped him out of her mouth with a soft wet pop! Her tongue trailed down to his heavy balls, and she gently sucked one into her mouth, careful, slow, savoring him.

“Fuuuck, Annie…” His voice cracked, thighs tensing beneath her palms, abs tightening with every flick of her tongue. She could feel the telltale signs—his body betraying him with every twitch and quiver.

Then, just as his release hovered close, she stopped.

She released him from her mouth and hand, sitting back slightly. His thick length bobbed against his thigh, flushed and needy.

His eyes flew open in disbelief, damn near a panic. “Woman, are you crazy?!”

Annie giggled, licking her lips as she rubbed slow circles on his thighs to soothe him from the brink. Her grin was deliciously wicked. “Only for you,” she purred, loving the way his chest rose and fell, how his fists clenched at his sides like he didn’t know whether to beg or curse.

She could see it—how close he’d been. That made her feel powerful. Intimate. Like she knew every muscle, every nerve ending in his body by name.

“You’re dangerous,” Smoke growled, trying to catch his breath.

She kissed his inner thigh, then up over the ridges of his abs, along his chest, and up the column of his neck. When she reached his ear, she nibbled it gently before whispering, voice syrup-sweet and full of mischief. “Betta call on the ancestors now, ‘cause I’m not done wreckin’ you just yet.”

He looked at her like he wanted to ruin her—in the most loving, filthy, reverent way possible. And the look she gave him back? Just as hungry. Just as wild. His hands gripped her waist firmly, grounding them both in the heat of the moment as she straddled him. Her knees planted on either side of his hips, and she lifted slightly, one hand wrapping around the base of his thick shaft to guide him to her soaked entrance.

A gasp slipped from both of their lips as she slowly sank down onto him, inch by inch. Her hands braced on his shoulders, fingers digging in for leverage as her walls stretched and fluttered around his girth. The warmth of her pussy enveloped him like a velvet vice, clenching greedily as he filled her completely.

"Fuck…" Smoke growled, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he held back from thrusting up into her. He needed her to take her time—wanted to feel every second of her wrapping around him.

Annie adjusted, rolling her hips slightly before beginning to lift and drop slowly, savoring the stretch and slide of him inside her. The steady rhythm sent chills up both their spines, and Smoke let out a low grunt, his fingers digging into her waist. Her pussy gripped him so perfectly it almost hurt—in the best way. Pregnancy had made her impossibly wetter, more sensitive, and the feel of her now was nearly enough to unravel him.

Her head tilted back as her lashes fluttered closed, soft pants escaping her lips as she rode him slow and deep. That gave Smoke the perfect view—and the perfect moment. One of his hands slid up her torso, wrapping gently around her throat the way he knew she loved. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watched her melt beneath his touch.

Annie moaned, grinding her hips in slow, teasing circles. “Ssoooh… you feel so good, daddy,” she hissed, her voice cracked with pleasure.

Smoke leaned forward slightly and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking slow and deep. Her entire body trembled. She bounced harder on his dick, her movements gaining speed and purpose as she plunged him deeper and deeper inside her. Her moans were soft, rhythmic, breathy, and perfect—music to his ears.

“Yesss... ride your dick, baby. Just like that,” he moaned against her chest, flicking his tongue over her other nipple, then tugging gently with his teeth. The way her body squeezed around him had him dizzy.

As many times as they’d made love, this felt brand new—like the first time all over again. Electric. Intoxicating. Their bodies spoke a language only they could understand. Every connection felt spiritual, every climax like worship.

Smoke let her ride until she was quivering again, then pulled her down by the neck and kissed her hard—hungry, open-mouthed, breath-stealing passion. She leaned into it, and that’s when he planted his feet into the mattress and started thrusting up into her—each stroke hard and deep. Her pussy creamed around him, sweet, messy, and addictive.

“Oh, fuck!” she squealed into his mouth, her hands clawing at the upholstered headboard for something to hold onto as he pounded her from beneath. Her walls clenched like a vice around him, juices trickling down to his balls.

Smoke cupped her ass with both hands, pushing her down to meet his thrusts, the pressure building fast. He could feel her right on the edge.

Then, without warning, he slowed. Just the tip, teasing, nudging her opening but never fully plunging back in. Her whine was instant.

“Daddy, please,” she breathed, trying to grind down to get more of him.

“You gonna make a mess for me, huh?” he asked, voice thick with heat, eyes locked on her.

She nodded fast, eyes wide and glassy with a pout that damn near undid him. That sweet face, so ready to fall apart for him—it had him teetering right on the brink.

With a grunt, he slammed back into her, his thrusts hitting deep and just right, angled to find that sweet, sensitive spot. Over. And over. Again.

“Right there… oh my god, right there,” she chanted like a prayer, body trembling as the orgasm coiled tight and fast inside her.

He didn’t let up. His eyes stayed trained on her, like watching her unravel was his only purpose in life. “Cum on your dick, baby doll,” he groaned, his own release rushing fast behind the command.

Annie shattered with a cry, her pussy spasming violently around him, drawing every drop from him as he spilled deep inside her. They clung to each other, mouths fusing in a desperate, sloppy kiss—moans and whimpers exchanged like oxygen.

They stayed like that, trembling and tangled, riding the wave of their shared high until their breathing slowed and their pulses came back to earth.

After tender kisses, the kind that lingered like a promise, they each slipped away to relieve themselves and returned for a quick cleanup—gentle touches, quiet smiles, and sleepy laughs echoing in the low light of the bedroom. When they finally slid back beneath the covers, the night felt sacred.

Annie curled onto her side, her body still warm and humming from everything they shared. Smoke tucked himself behind her, his bare chest pressed against her back, and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist like she might slip away if he didn’t hold her close.

“Goodnight, pretty baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with tenderness as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

She smiled faintly, melting back into his embrace and soaking in the warmth of his skin against hers. “Goodnight, my love,” she murmured, her words delicate and laced with sleep as her lashes fluttered shut. It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out, and in moments she slipped beneath the surface of consciousness.

She found herself standing once again in clear blue waters, waist-deep, the sunlight glimmering like diamonds on the ripples. The same familiar school of colorful fish surrounded her, their shimmering bodies dancing around her ankles, leading her forward, guiding her like gentle soldiers.

As she moved toward the shore, the ocean turning to soft, warm sand beneath her feet, she saw them—her mother, standing with Zariah nestled lovingly in her arms. They both shimmered with an ethereal glow, their auras golden and soft like morning light.

Tears welled in Annie’s eyes as she stepped closer. This time, her mother didn’t just smile—she walked toward her. When she reached Annie, she gently transferred Zariah into her arms, the baby’s coos and warmth making her breath hitch. Annie looked down at her daughter, so vibrant and real. Chubby cheeks, dimples, curious eyes, the tiniest fingers curling around her mother’s.

Tears slid down Annie’s face, mirrored by her mother’s, but there was joy there too. Love. Healing. She looked up again just in time to see her mother walking toward a forest of palm trees in the distance, a towering weeping willow standing guard at the center.

“Mama… wait!” Annie called, her voice trembling.

Before fading into the grove, her mother turned back one last time. She smiled… and winked. Annie's eyes fell back to her daughter who's eyes were still focused on her.

“Zariah…” Annie whispered aloud in her sleep, her lips parting with emotion.

Smoke’s brows pinched slightly when he heard her. He hadn’t quite fallen asleep yet—he’d been lying there, quietly admiring her breathing, her warmth pressed to his chest like a comfort he’d never take for granted.

He lifted himself on an elbow, eyes scanning her face. Her features were peaceful, her lips twitching into a soft, unconscious smile. Behind her closed lids, her eyes moved rapidly—clearly dreaming. But to Smoke, it felt like something more.

He pulled the covers down slowly, reverently, revealing the soft swell of her belly under the moonlight. He leaned in and placed a kiss just beneath her navel, lingering there like he was whispering a prayer.

“Is that you, princess?” he murmured, voice breaking slightly as he caressed the curve of her abdomen with his calloused, trembling hand. “Zariah... baby girl…”

Tears rimmed his eyes, threatening to fall as he pressed his forehead against her skin. He searched the space with his heart more than his eyes, like the love and memory of their daughter could somehow speak through the silence.

“Come back to me,” he whispered, placing one more tender kiss before pulling the cover gently back over her sleeping form.

He climbed back up, resettling beside her, still blinking away tears. But Annie instinctively turned, her face nuzzling into his chest, her arm slipping around his waist. Even in slumber, she found him. She always did.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, fingers brushing through her hair as he held her close.

“I’m right here,” he whispered into the dark, unsure if he meant it for her, their daughter, or maybe both.

Then finally, as her breathing soothed him and her warmth anchored him, Smoke closed his eyes and let himself drift, heart full, soul aching—but not alone.

To be continued....

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Big Papa put a ring on it and gave her a house all in the same day. Period! My babies are having a baby too! 🥹 Y'all excited? I hit you with a double whammy. lol Did you think any of this was happening in this part? Did I catch you slipping? Let me know your thoughts in the comments. xoxo

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