"i Know, I Would Have Much Rather It Had Been Your Hands On Me, But I Didn't Exactly Have Much Say In

lmao when i was on earlier all i wanted to write is smut and now i've got lemonade by beyonce on and all my angsty/yearning threads are getting the love

there's almost a part of her that wants to ask him to just wait. wait for her to get this out of her system, wait for her to be able to give him back the love he was offering her on a silver platter. it's a stark reminder of the age difference between them, that maybe if they were just at the same point in their lives then this wouldn't even a conversation. "maybe i am. i just don't know, benny. i have to figure that out for myself." she shrugs, heart fluttering in her chest at the feel of his lips pressing into her palm. relief spreads through her at the knowledge that they would share a bed together at the very least. "and what about a kiss?" viv asks, thumb still softly stroking his cheek. "that's not sexual. it'd just be because i miss you, and you miss me."

Although he long preferred being on his own for so long, Viviana had come along and changed that mindset for him. Ironically she had no interest in being involved in a serious relationship. The only comforting fact was that it wasn't anything to do with him. Even if her reasoning was irritating. "And who says you can't do that with me? Maybe you're also missing out on being romanticized and smitten while also getting the best fucks of your life." He replied not caring how much he was teasing her right now with the romantic ideal. With a sigh he pressed his cheek into her palm more kissing it as he nodded his head. "Of course I'll share my bed with you. That wasn't an option either. You're just not getting my cock. Or anything else sexual."

"have a mug to show for it and everything." while he supports his daughter and baby mama financially, he can never be in their lives properly. it was the nature of his work, too dangerous for him to ever drag a family and kids into. he chuckles at her description of her own children, the understatement of the century when it came to those brats. he squeezing her waist, eyes alight when she describes how he makes her feel, how she deserves to feel when she's with a man. "threatening to slit my throat huh, ma? that's hot." he teases her, grinning even as he lowers his face to brush his nose against hers, hand raising to grip her jaw possessively. rough and soft mixed together just as it always was with him. "i'm gonna be fucking obsessed with you as long as you breathe, baby. there's not a day that i don't want you as it is. so fuck your husband and them kids. you're gonna be mine."

"Oh I'm sure you're father of the year," she retorted knowing it wasn't a fair statement but Holly was anything but in her right mind at the moment. "I'm sorry." She sighed closing her eyes trying to think of how she could make this work for them. "If we're going to be together I want us to be together. Not the kids, mine or yours. Kids just get in the way of things. Honestly such an inconvenience. Mine are just so un-fucking-grateful. Then you come along and it's like, someone is actually valuing me for once." Even her husband mainly saw her as a trophy or even worse someone to control. Holly sighed deeply before opening her eyes to meet his again. "So if we do this. If I agree to go with you, leave all this behind you swear to be as obsessed with me as you are now. Or I seriously might slit your throat in your sleep. Am I fucking clear Dante?"

there's a smile on her lips as he hips press back against his own, taking his cock deep inside her and moaning lowly into his mouth. even though they had been married a long time now, had children and a home, she still had never grown tired of him. still wanted him the same way she had in high school and college when they reconnected again. "yeah, you don't mind people seeing me bent over for you like this?" she teases, pecking his lips once more before she turns back to the counter, hands pressed against it as she thrusts back against him, moaning louder at the feel. "maybe i do want them to know. maybe they should know that i'm your whore."

Ray should have known Lorna was up to something when she suggested they host a dinner party. They weren't exactly the hosting type. When the night came he realized her real goal even before the first guest arrived. There was something about how she looked tonight that did something to him. And then she kept touching him all night as if he wasn't going to react. So when she went to the kitchen to grab something he took the opportunity to bend her over the counter and fuck her like she obviously wanted. "No fucking way," he shot back eagerly kissing her back as he kept thrusting his hips not caring how loud they got. "Maybe you shouldn't have invited so many people over unless you wanted them to know you're a fucking tease."

“can you image reinviting all the guests we had the first time?” she shakes her head, all too amused at the idea. “i wonder if they’d get us another gift if we did it a second time.”

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          " shit,  i  think  your  mama'd  roll  over  in  her  grave  if  she  heard  you  say  that. "  ⸻  " it'd be  kinda  funny  though,  huh?  sayin'  vows  a  second  time. "

"and how do you expect me to keep it a secret without a reason, huh?" he knows that he's being an asshole, his frustration pushing him further and further into that territory without him being able to stop it. "it's not like my reputation would be ruined by showing up somewhere with you on my arm. or is that what you're so afraid of, that people will talk?"

" it's about more than my marriage. " she replied coldly. if the truth came out it would damage her reputation too. her work would find out ... it wouldn't be good. she was seen as a pillar of the community. " we have to keep it a secret — that's all. "

for a moment she merely stares at him, shocked by his reaction after he'd quiet literally come to her rescue. "you can not be serious right now." she scoffs, shaking her head. she doesn't know what she expected when it came to her husband, the two of them always seeming to butt heads. "i came out here to get some air because i have a headache and the oaf followed me out and wouldn't take the hint that i didn't want his company. what do you take me for, a common whore? did that look like i wanted his attention on me?"

"and you," he said walking past her, "you've been gone off with him for how long now, that i had to find you-" he could only assume she was flirting again. it wasn't the first time she'd done it to under his skin, "at least you had the sense to turn him away when you did." gwaine leaned against the wall as he looked her over. "and what am i supposed to do when everyone thinks i'm a fool for having to go after you- he's going to go in there say that you were fancying him and that i'm a fool."

JESSICA CHASTAIN. ELLE Spain Magazine.

"wow, that was so heartfelt. i really felt it down in my soul." sarcasm drenches from her tone, a hand pressed to her chest.

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"I'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, I'm there. I owe you one."