#mari bishop

[lovealexhunt]

Ask time: search your mc and/or li's name on urban dictionary, show what it says, and if it is accurate according to your headcanon about them.

OOoo I love this! Thank you so much for the ask! 💖💖💖

Alex

Alex is the one of the funniest, most georgous, girl you will ever meet! She has eyes that make the stars go dull, a smile that makes all of your problems disappear. She can make your entire day worth it in a single moment! Alex is a girl that has so many things running for her(college, school, and life in general). She is the girl that you want to spend the rest of your life with.

... did Thomas Hunt write this himself?!

This 100% fits my headcanon for her and them 💖💖💖

Olivia

Olivia has a beautiful personality . You can listen to her talk all day long. She has eyes unlike any other, and it is a common fact that she has gorgeous, curly hair. She's super attractive. She is also very smart and hardworking. She is nice, respectful, and has a genuine concern for everyone and everything. She's a keeper.

Again, did Bryce write this?! 100% accurate

Ellie

She lights up every room she walks into. She is stunningly beautiful, even when she doesn't wear makeup. An Ellie can make someone smile for hours, and want to be her best friend. Although she may not seem like it, she is a natural leader, with everyone wanting to listen to her. An Ellie had a glow of happiness around her, making anyone she knows fall in love with her smile. She is the kind of girl that you can't get your mind off of, thinking about her when you least expect it. She may appear a little shy, but an Ellie is a crazy lovable person who you can't stay mad at for long. Boys think about her in the back of their mind, and girls want to be as good of a person as she is. No one can help but falling in love with an her, even when she is selfish. She has the best heart out of anyone you will ever know, trying her best to make sure everyone around her is happy.

100%!!!! Ellie is amazing and it's no wonder Ethan loves her

ahh I'm loving all of these

Mari

one of the prettiest, smartest, cutest, evil, caring, creative, talented, true punk, psycho, rioting, magic-weilding, sick acting, cute fat cheeks, puts-a-smile-on-my-face, amazing and most beautiful girls ever. actually.. the only one of her kind.

You know... Mari is all of those things. I love my chaotic Save the Date MC, who else could handle one Mr. Justin Mercado! 100% accurate!

Daenarya

this girl is one of a kind and too unique to be found on Urban Dictionary 💖

This was such an amazing ask. I had so much fun with it! Thank you so much!

[storyofmychoices]

Be Gentle

[Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop Masterlist]

Pairing: Justin Mercado (Best Man) x Mari Bishop (F!MC) Book: Save the Date Words: ~1,200 Rating: Explicit (by clicking keep reading you agree to be 18 years or older, minors DNI) TW: dom/sub dynamic, brat taming, impact play/flogging, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm denial/delay, language

Prompts: @choicesoctoberchallenge “scream”; @misskinkywrites Kinktober 19: impact play | brat taming | gagging

Thank you for the request @xjustin-ethansgirliex. I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: Mari was being Mari, teasing and pushing Justin to his limits. Now she has to pay for being a brat. (Straight up smut, no plot)

A/N: Mari's thoughts are in italics

"Be gentle?" Mari pleaded, her warm brown eyes widening as she glanced up at him from where she knelt on the floor.

Justin's gaze darkened, his heavy step sounding in the quiet room as he walked around her slowly, patiently considering the best punishment for his brat, knowing that waiting wasn't particularly something she was good at. He stopped in front of her, his lips tugged up and a dangerous smile simmered across his face.

Fuck.

Mari knew she was in trouble. She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze as he traced her naked body. She knew him well enough to know the dark and delightful thoughts drifting through his head at all the possibilities of how best to punish her for her previous behavior.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Hmm?" She questioned, already forgetting herself.

He suppressed a snicker, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp button-down shirt over his forearms to his elbows.

I'm done for. Send help.

Mari practically salivated over the sight. There was something about a man with rolled-up sleeves that never failed to ignite a fire at her core.

"You want me to be gentle?" He questioned as he circled his prey once more waiting to devour her. His finger curled under her chin as he grasped her jaw firmly. "Not a chance."

Good. I'd be disappointed if you were, love.

Justin lifted her sternly from the floor, bending her forcefully over the edge of the large bed. He pressed down on her shoulders, holding her in place as the palm of his free hand landed roughly on the globe of her ass.

Mari moaned softly into the mattress, delighting in the familiar pleasant sting.

More. I need more.

She wiggled her ass, tempting him further.

His hand landed again. "You like this, don't you? Being punished? Being used?"

She nodded, "Yes, sir."

He smirked proudly at his little brat. "Hmm, perhaps we should try another punishment. You seem to be enjoying this one too much."

Mari whimpered as he stepped away.

"Stay." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for arguing. "Don't move, not even an inch, and not a sound, or you will be begging for mercy before the night is out."

That doesn't sound all that threatening. I'm kind of into it.

A rush of desire flooded through her body, warming her skin and causing her cheeks to flush at the thought of what that could possibly involve.

She had little time to contemplate it before Justin returned. "Ready for some fun?"

Yawn, Justin. Less talk, more play!

Mari wiggled her ass again in reply.

A rounded leather handle struck against her backside, halting her teasing movements. After a short pause, the object landed again. Warmth blossomed from the dull ache left in its wake.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Mari offered softly.

"I don't believe you, not yet, at least." He took the flogger by the handle, letting the sleek leather tails trail over her shoulders and then down her spine. He relished how her body shivered in anticipation. They hadn't used the toy in a little while, but it was one of their favorites.

With one swift motion, he pulled the flogger back, letting it snap in the air beside him as a preview of what was to come. "Such a brat you've been today." The leather tails slapped against her ass, licking stinging bites that melted into pleasure on her rounded form.

That's it. Just like that. Woah—

Mari moaned into the mattress, her body alighting from the mixed sensations.

Justin wasted no time delivering the rest of her punishment. The toy became an extension of his arm as he lunged forward and carried through his swing each time, the tails raining down on her reddening skin.

A scream broke through Mari's moans at the increased speed and force. Her vision clouded at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

A heavy rain. That's what this is. A deluge, both refreshing and piercing at the same time.

The tails of the flogger bit her ass raw, eliciting a cry as her eyes filled with tears.

Despite the pain, heat pooled at her core like a dam waiting to break so she could find release. Her head felt dizzy as she dipped into subspace, her hands grasping the top blanket as her body gave control to him.

What was—

The thought was gone before it started. She tried to focus on the sound behind her as his pants dropped to the floor. Without warning, he sunk his hardened cock deep into her soaked pussy, burying himself in her sex.

"That's it; take me whole," Justin moaned in pleasure, pulling out completely before driving back in.

Mari moaned headily, her mind blank, lusting only for more of him and his thick shaft. She used what little strength she had left to rock her hips into him. He was a drug, and she was chasing her high.

"Still being a brat? Trying to take control?" Justin growled, fucking her harder and faster. He held her down as he used her hole, the sounds of slapping flesh were almost enough to drown out her muffled cries.

Their bodies glistened, sweat beading on their features.

"Don't come yet! Don't even think about it." He slapped her glowing ass, eliciting a moan that pushed him over the edge, his hot seed filling her to the brink.

Mari whimpered, her body caving to the pleasure in need of release. Her legs shook as he continued holding her hips in place.

"Pl—Plea—Please," she panted, trying not to give in to the release threatening to overtake her.

"That's it. Submit to me, Baby," he cooed, his voice tender. He moved slowly, riding out his orgasm. "All you need to do is let go of your stubbornness. Who's in control here?"

You. Wait, what? Me. Fuck, no, you. Always you. Since the day we met.

"You. You, Justin. I'm yours. I'm sorry. Please, Sir," Mari's voice shook as her entire body trembled for him.

He pressed his finger into a red welt on her skin, his eyes darkening at the sound of the guttural moan he unearthed. "That's it. Come for me. I'll always make you feel good."

Mari screamed, clawing at the blanket. Her body writhed and convulsed as she gave herself over to the overwhelming orgasm crashing through her.

Justin held her safely in his strong arms as her body slowly relaxed. He slipped out of her, guiding her more comfortably on the bed. "Rest now. You did so well." Justin kissed her forehead, wiping her tear-stained cheeks. "I'm so proud of you."

As her breathing calmed, he began cleaning her tenderly, peppering kisses over her body. With the intensity came a quiet care.

He was in awe of her. No one pushed him as she did. No one challenged him as she did. No one had ever cared for him as she did. And no one had ever made him feel so damn good as she did. "You're perfect," he marveled as he carefully tended to her reddened skin, applying a cooling lotion.

"I know." Her lips twitched into a satisfied smile. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to him and his care. The sex was always amazing, but this—the gentle, caring part that came after—that was pretty great too.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading. And sorry for any mistakes or if it's not great. Smut is definitely not in my comfort zone, but I'm trying to push my writing muscles to try things that make me uncomfortable, but help me get back in a writing routine. I've found that I became too comfortable with fluff that I actually over think every word and write myself into a corner. Smut lets me just write and not really care about things that would bother me with fluff (if that makes any sense?)

Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope it was enjoyable. Likes and reblogs appreciated! ❤️

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[storyofmychoices]

That Could Be Us

[Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop Masterlist] [Forehead Kiss Drabble Masterlist]

Pairing: Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop (MC) Book: Save the Date (chapter 15) Word Count: 870 Rating/Warnings: Teen: Some language, hints of NS*W

Synopsis: Justin and Mari share a quiet moment together at Nora and Monica’s wedding.

A/N: I know most of my Justin/Mari stories are smutty but this one is mostly fluffy (with a bit of something more toward the end). (Sorry to disappoint). This is part of my Just Because:Forehead Kiss series. Also, Happy Birthday @xjustin-ethansgirliex​ ! I know you wanted to see me write more Justin!

Mari’s thoughts are in italics

The soft melody surrounded them, drawing them further into each other's embrace. The teasing jabs gave way to a quiet stillness, where each enjoyed the warmth of the other. They were just like any other couple sharing the dance floor with the newlyweds. 

When this first started...I hated him…and now… 

Mari nuzzled her head into his shoulder; her arms circled his neck. She felt safe, protected, and cared for with him. For the first time in a long time, everything felt like it was meant to be.

This is nice. I could get used to this. 

They shifted side to side, swaying with the music. The guests began thinning out, one by one offering their final congratulations to the happy couple and heading home. 

It had been a long day, and the excitement and adrenaline of it were wearing off. Her eyes grew heavier as she allowed her body to relax into his. She let his strong arms keep her close and hold her up.

“I’ve got you,” Justin whispered. His breath lingered on her neck as his thumb caressed soft circles on her hips. 

Their movements had slowed, but it didn't matter. The music had faded away from their focus, leaving just the two of them. Neither wanted the moment to end. 

 “That could be us.” His voice was a whisper in his ears as his lips swept gently up her neck. 

Mari followed his gaze toward his sister and her new wife, cuddling at the head table. The reception was dwindling down, but they hardly noticed, their focus on each other and the future they had promised each other.

It really could be…A few months ago, that wouldn’t have seemed possible, but I want that. I want that with him. 

“Do you mean that?” She asked hesitantly, her focus still on the married couple. 

“I do,” Justin admitted, a sheepish grin on his face. “I mean, yes. I think about that—having someone to share everything with, the good and the bad. I think about that with you.”

A warm smile spread over her features. “I think about it too.” 

“Really? Do you mean that?”

Why does he sound so surprised? Aww! It’s cute how nervous he looks right now. 

“Of course, Justin. Why wouldn’t I?”

He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, not wanting it to end. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes. How I treated you is one of my greatest regrets.”

“Justin, I wasn’t much better—”

“Let me finish.” He rested his forehead against hers, his hands holding her hips once more as they swayed to the music. “The way I treated you was inexcusable, regardless of what happened. I was scared.”

“Of what?”

He drew in a deep breath. “This. You. When we met at Sam and Ali’s wedding, I knew you were special. I didn't think I wanted this. But you made it feel possible. That terrified me. My focus was on my companies. It was all I told myself I had time for. But, then you reminded me there is more to life than good business. Your fire and passion drew me in and made me forget myself. It isn't something I was used to feeling, so I tried to shut you out. I'm not proud of how I acted, but I'm grateful that you gave me another chance.”

Love isn't easy, but it's worth it, and I, for one, am not innocent in everything that happened. I still cringe over that first day at the office. What was I thinking?

Mari's fingers ran over the stubble on his jaw. "It's okay. I forgive you."

His eyes closed as he brushed another kiss on her forehead, relishing having her in his arms. "Do you have any idea how enchanting you are?”

It took you long enough to realize. Pfft. But he's more than made up for the mistakes of his past. 

“Is that so, Mr. Mercado.” She shifted her head back to lock eyes with him. 

“It is.” His finger curled under her chin, lifting her face to his. He brushed his lips gently over hers. 

As the song pressed on, the kiss deepened, giving her a taste of what he had planned for later. As she began to lose herself in him, he broke away. 

Damn. I guess I'm not as tired as I thought. It scares me how much I need him, too.

Her darkened eyes traced his features, begging for more. 

A delicious smirk grew on his lips. "To be continued, my love. I have plans for you."

A fire burned through her core at the low, sultry way those words slipped through his lips. 

Fuck you, Justin. 

He ran his hands over her the curve of her ass, squeezing until he could see the delicious warmth spreading over her. He loved how her body responded to his every touch. 

Finally! 

She moaned quietly, burying her face in his chest. 

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"More than anything." Her body had craved being intimate with him for so long. She needed this, needed him. 

Justin kissed her once more before offering her his hand. The two called a car and headed back to his penthouse apartment.

This fic leads into The First Time: Part One. It is a 5 part mini series that takes place immediately after the wedding. If you need your fill of Justin smut, part four and five are the smutty parts!

The First Time: [Part One]  [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five]

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[storyofmychoices]

Playtime

[Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop Masterlist]

Characters: Justin Mercado, Mari Bishop (MC) Book: Save the Date Word Count: +/- 1,600 Prompt: play ~ @choicesoctoberchallenge2020​ ; @choicesficwriterscreations​ Daddy (Kinktober) Warnings: Daddy kink, thigh riding, reverse cowgirl, spanking, super ns*w, language Rating: This is an EXPLICIT fic, by clicking keep reading you agree to be at least 18 years old. Please do not read if underage or if any of the topics in the warning make you uncomfortable.

Notes: Mari’s thoughts are in italics; also, smut is not in my comfort zone, so sorry if this is not good. 

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Plot? What plot? (You’ve been warned)

Heat pooled between her legs as her body quivered. She squeezed her thighs together, searching for friction, something to bring her some release. Her own longing moan pulled her from her sleep. 

Fuck.

Mari groaned in bed, waking from her pleasurable dream. Her core throbbed in desperate need of attention. Her hand drifted between her legs, attempting to offer some relief to her swollen mound. The touch only ignited the fire burning inside of her, begging to be fully set aflame. There was no way she’d be able to get back to sleep without finding release first. Her body pulsed with a growing warmth. 

He’d never know…

Her fingers flirted with the waist of her pajama bottoms. Little by little, she inched them deeper toward the source of her longing. His steady breathing beside her caused her to stop short, the tip of her finger just grazing her arousal.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She knew the consequences of touching herself without his permission. Even if they had fallen asleep, their playtime didn’t technically end until the next day or when they mutually agreed to resume their normal relationship. 

Justin rolled on his back, giving her the access she needed. 

“Daddy,” she whispered softly, remembering her place. Justin didn’t move, his steady breathing continued. She moved closer, brushing the back of her hand along his arm. “Daddy, I’m wet.”

Justin barely stirred. 

Mari desperately attempted to rub her thighs together once more, but to no avail. Her voice was weak as she let out a particularly pathetic “please” losing patience with attempting to self-soothe. 

Maybe it was her imagination but even in the darkness, she swore she saw a smirk pull quickly on his lips. 

Fuck it.

Mari kicked off her bottoms and moved the covers over her. She paused just for a second before lowering herself over his thigh. She rocked slowly. The new friction stoked her heat, sending a fresh wave of warmth coursing through her. Goosebumps erupted on her arms from the cool night air. Her eyes closed, attempting to let her mind drift back to her dream and where she had left off. 

She continued shifting her hips back and forth, dragging her sex across his muscled thighs. A low moan escaped her lips, finally getting some desperately needed satisfaction. Her arousal pooled beneath her, leaving a slick trail on his skin that began coating her inner thighs as well. 

“You feel so good, Daddy,” she cooed, pressing her hands on his hips for leverage as she bucked harder against him. 

Her eyes opened, as her dream filled her vision. Except, the darkened bedroom was not what she had anticipated to see, nor was Justin’s watchful eyes. Her cheeks reddened under his steady gaze having nearly forgotten he was asleep when she started.

Justin’s lips curled in amusement. “Did I give you permission to stop, baby girl?”

She shook her head timidly; sometimes all it took to quell her confidence was that look. The one where his darkened eyes bore through her, reminding her who she truly belonged to. 

“Don’t be shy now, baby. Get on with it. Show daddy how good he makes you feel.” Justin’s arms folded behind his head as he propped himself up to enjoy the show. “Come for me, Mari.”

Why do I love it so much when he talks down to me? Ahhh. I really don't care when it feels this good. 

Mari shifted up his thigh, rolling her hips with more urgency. This is what she had needed, why was she prolonging it? She rubbed her throbbing sex over him a few more times; each time a series of whimpers and moans slipped out of her lip.

“I love the little noises you make, baby. Now, be a good little girl and scream for Daddy.”

Her back arched, her thighs clenching around his as she chased the high she had been craving. She cried out and her core shuddered and pulsed letting go of the tension it had been building up. 

“Thank you,” she whimpered, curling onto his chest to catch her breath. 

Justin drew her in. He brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

Her eyes drifted closed, relaxing in the warmth of his embrace. 

“Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?”

She nodded and smiled, burying her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Good, I’m glad.” His fingers tangled deep in her red hair, wrapping tightly around her luscious waves. He lifted her head back up to face him. “But you’re not done.”

Mari looked at him curiously; the whites of her eyes seemed larger from her innocent stare.

Justin shifted her off of him, still keeping a grasp on her hair. He directed her head toward his hips, gesturing to his erection straining at his boxers. “Look what you did.”

Her body grew flush; a rush of embarrassment and arousal fought for dominance in her, pulling her entire focus. All she could manage is a mumbled “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl. You’re going to do something about it, while I deal with your bratty behavior of thinking you can ride me while I sleep.”

Yes, please. OMG!

“Okay.” The word was quiet, slipping out of her mouth when she exhaled. 

Justin relieved himself of his boxers. His large erection sprang free. 

She licked her lips, watching him, her eyes widening, longing for what she had been dreaming about the whole time.

God, I love how big you are. Fuck.

“Get back on top, but face away from me. Daddy wants to see that pretty little ass of yours.” 

Mari wasted no time positioning herself over him. Her fingers wrapped around his length pumping him teasingly. 

His large hand landed on her ass with a sudden sting, signaling that she needed to get on with it, but she really couldn’t complain. Her own body was beginning to ache again at the thought of more. 

She lowered herself onto his throbbing length, sinking slowly down, allowing her walls to adjust to his size. 

Justin hissed in pleasure, each time Mari rocked back and forth taking him a bit deeper each time, her tight walls stretching at his presence. 

Mari leaned forward over his legs more, readjusting her position to allow herself to take him all the way and still control her own pleasure. 

“Good girl,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear into her dripping pussy. “You will not come until I say, baby girl. Do you understand?”

She nodded half-heartedly. Her own soft moans filled the air, her pace increasing.

His hand came down on her plump form again. “I asked you a question.” He spanked her three more times in rapid succession, growing more aroused by his Little’s quiet whimpers, knowing the brief pain would only strengthen her pleasure. “Do you understand?”

Before she could answer, the sting of his hand was on her again. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Better.” He caressed the reddening globes of her ass as her hips continued to undulate over him. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Yes, please.”

His finger pressed into the red mark of his handprint causing her back to arch toward him. “Since you used your manners so nicely, you may. One hand only.”

Her hand slipped between her legs immediately. Her fingers brushed up against his cock, causing a guttural groan to fall from his lips as she searched for the right angle to please herself. She swirled her fingers over her sensitive nerves, moaning at the sudden burst of electricity pulsing through her at the touch. Her walls pulsed around him as she moved more fervently.

Justin’s hips thrust upward into her, matching her pace, chasing his own release. 

“Daddy, I can’t hold out much longer, can I come, please?” She mewled, through uneven breaths.

A growl vibrated on his lips. “Soon. First, punishment. You will take five spanks for your behavior and then afterward you can come. Don’t you dare, come before I finish.”

Justin! Fucking seriously? Now?! When I’m edging? Ugh!

She focused her breathing, readying herself for him. She counted each spank in her head, making sure to hold out until five. Each time the handprint on her skin grew a little redder, pooling more heat, but none of the strikes were as hard as she knew he was capable of. He was holding back, and for once, she was grateful, not sure how much more she could take being so close to the edge already.  

The second after the fifth smack landed, her head fell back, her spine arching as she let herself fall over the cliff she had been teetering on. 

Her walls clenched tightly around him, pulling him to his own high with her. He spilled his warm seed inside of her. 

Their labored breathing and the lingering sounds of pleasure escaping them filled the quiet room. 

Justin’s hands were on her hips, guiding her safely back into his arms. He stroked her hair, holding her close. “End play?”

“End play,” she agreed. Her body relaxing into the warmth of his chest. 

“I love you, Mari.” He brushed a string of feathery kisses over her shoulders. “I fucking love you so much.” 

“I love fucking you, so much,” she teased. 

Can’t punish me now! Guess you shouldn’t have ended play!

His rolling laughter shook her as his chest rumbled beneath her. “I stand by what I said.”

She buried herself deeper into him, finding her favorite spot and allowing the heaviness of her tiredness to wash back over her. “I love you too, Justin.” 

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[storyofmychoices]

Into the Woods

[Justin Mercado x MC Masterlist]

Characters: Justin Mercado, Mari Bishop, Elara (dog) Prompts and author notes at the end

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It wasn’t quite a lull, but autumn brought a slower pace for events and wedding planning. It offered at least enough of a reprieve for a weeklong trip to the mountains. Away from the bustle and noise of New York City. Away from the pollution and smog-filled skies. Away from the skyscrapers looming tall. Away from the never-ending phone calls and last-minute emails. For just one week, Justin and Mari would unplug (at least as much as New York City’s top event planner, CEO, and finest wedding planner could unplug). 

The cozy cabin they rented nestled into the autumnal forest, providing a quiet retreat to its weary guests. The wooden exterior seemed almost camouflage against the dark trees surrounding it. The silent lake whispered; its breath giving rise to a light fog that would seep all around them and by morning wrap them in its wispy cocoon.

Darkness covered the clear sky allowing the light of the stars to shine through. The ever-present glow of the City never allowed such a sight to be seen. But now, those balls of burning gas illuminated the night brilliantly. A low crescent moon reflected on the smooth surface of the lake. 

The fire crackled, carrying tiny embers up into the sky for a brief moment before being extinguished by the cool night’s air. The hidden water and sap inside the logs popped and hissed, its sound almost deafening in the stillness of the night. 

The two rested peacefully wrapped in each other’s arms. A plaid quilt tucked snuggly around them as the heat of the fire warmed their exposed faces, leaving their cheeks rosy. The young border collie curled up on her own pillow, resting against Mari; her head, though down, faced the treeline, surveying for any lurking dangers hidden in the shadows. 

The fading flames of the fire quieted, giving rise to the simple song of the frogs and crickets as the night lingered on. They pulled their blanket tighter, inching closer toward the fire, trying to capture every last moment of that perfect yellow and orange blaze, before all that was left were glowing embers. 

Soft, sleepy murmurs escaped her lips, her tired eyes falling. Even Elara who had bounded with energy on their walk earlier, her eyes now drifted closed, trusting her human to protect her. 

His thumb drew a line across her now cool cheekbone, pulling her back to him. He lifted her to her feet, wrapping her solely in the quilt before guiding her back into the cabin. The three sleepy guests ambled toward the master bedroom where the warm mattress waited, calling them to sleep. 

Justin was the first under the covers, holding them open just long enough for Mari to scoot in before blocking out the cool air once more. His strong arms snaked around her. She nestled against him, letting the heat of his chest lull her to sleep. With one last check of the log cabin, Elara jumped up onto the edge of the bed, listening for the quiet sounds of her humans before letting her own sleep overtake her.

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Prompts: Fall - @choicesoctoberchallenge2020​; Dog @choicesweeklychallenge​; campfire- @choicesseptemberchallenge20​;

Notes: 1) this is very different than normal Mari/Justin. 2) this is not at all what I planned. 3) I do have plans for kinky Justin soon (next weekish?) (I know that’s the only Justin anyone actually is interested in. as it is the only one I have requests for lol)

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[storyofmychoices]

Stage Door

[Justin Mercado x Mari Masterlist]

Characters: Justin Mercado, Nora Mercado, Mari Bishop (MC) Book: Save the Date Word Count:  approx. 450 Summary: This may be the seventeenth production of A Christmas Carol he’s seen her perform in, but Justin is always proud of his little sister. 

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge​​ Sibling Appreciation ; @choicesdecemberchallenge​​ gratitude

The low murmur of the spirited crowd grew louder each time the stage door opened, drowning out the sound of the Manhattan traffic in the street. One by one, the actors made their way into the chilly, New York winter air. The once white snow-covered concrete surface quickly turned to a slushy brown mess on the well-traveled sidewalks. Though the occasional flake of soft snow still drifted lazily, the squall had come to an abrupt end. 

Jostled by the people around them, Justin and Mari waited patiently. The musical was phenomenal; the entire cast was remarkable, and yet, there was only one very special person they were waiting to meet. 

The sound of her laughter from down the row pulled his focus. He knew that laugh anywhere; it was loud, unhindered by concern for what others might think, but filled completely with joy. Nora always lived in the moment and took care to find joy in all she did. He always envied her for that—the simple gratitude she had. She remained humble through it all and never took her success for granted. No role was too small for her. 

He watched as she threw her head back, laughing at something a fan had said. The black Sharpie in her hand glided over Playbill after Playbill. She paused, posing for photos and recording brief video messages as requested, taking time to make each person feel important. 

“Can I get your autograph, please?” He held his Playbill casually in front of him.

“Of course,” Nora replied cheerfully, her attention focused on the program and not the person at the end of it. Her gaze drifted up. “Thank you for—JUSTIN!” She squealed, causing all eyes to shift to them. She threw her arms around her older brother, taking little consideration of the cool, metal barricade separating them. 

“You were exquisite, Nora. Truly a standout performance!” He pulled his sister closer. “I’m so proud of you.”

Nora’s smile stretches across her face, her eyes filled with tears of joy. “What about that big meeting you had? I didn’t think you could make it to opening night.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Justin shook his head, letting go of the missed opportunity. “Some things are more important than business. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” 

“Justin!”

Mari waited quietly, giving the siblings a moment together, before offering her the soft colored bouquet. “These are for you! You were utterly spectacular!”

“Mari! They’re beautiful!” Nora pulled her future sister-in-law closer. “Thank you!”

The fans nearby calling her name pulled Nora back. “I should go. Can you stay?”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Justin insisted. “Go greet your fans. We’ll be here when you’re ready.” 

Nora nodded, giving her brother and his fiancée one last grateful look, before turning her focus back to the eager fans desperate for her attention.

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[storyofmychoices]

The Game is On

[Justin Mercado x MC Masterlist]

Characters: Justin Mercado, Mari Bishop (MC) Book: Save the Date Word Count: approx. 1,200 Prompt: city ~ @choicesoctoberchallenge2020 ; @choicesficwriterscreations Kinktober-Fingering [day 21]

Notes: This is sort of a follow up/companion to Shh- (Carriage Ride) Warnings: fingering, light dom/sub, semi public sex acts

Rating: This is an EXPLICIT fic, by clicking keep reading you agree to be at least 18 years old. Please do not read if underage or if content in the warning makes you uncomfortable.

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“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” 

Mari’s gaze fell from the colorful paradise surrounding them to the top of the Manhattan skyline towering above the foliage. She inhaled the seasonal scents of autumn filling the air and let the steady clip-clop rhythm of the horse’s shoes against the path relax her. It wasn’t the sunny, beautiful afternoon they had hoped for, but somehow the grey skies and crisp air made the carriage ride through Central Park even more perfect. She rested her head on his shoulder, curling into him.

The stubble on his jaw scratched against her temple. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

The cracks of the sunlight that were able to break through the threatening skies dipped lower now. A cool breeze blew through the park, rustling the leaves and causing her hair and circle skirt to flutter, gently moving with the wind. Her hands drifted down to smooth out the black fabric draped over her thighs.

“Are you cold?” He reached for the blanket in her tote from their picnic in the park earlier.

“I’m fine. I don’t mind a little cold.”

A dangerous smile danced on his lips, watching her short skirt continue to stir softly, giving him an idea. 

The heat of his palm against the cool, porcelain flesh of her thigh sent sparks through her system, tensing her muscles in alarm. His fingers flirted with the hem of the soft material for a moment before his hand was halted by hers.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping to keep you warm.” His eyes darkened, letting his hand drift further up her leg, pushing the skirt with it.

“You don’t seem to be doing a very good job.” She scolded, gesturing to how her newly exposed skin prickled from the change in temperature.

“I would disagree,” he teased stretching his long fingers out. “You seem quite warm from what I can tell.”

“Justin!” She protested firmly, knowing where this was going. It wasn’t the first time they played around in public, or even their first time during a carriage ride, but it had been a while. She had almost forgotten about their playful back and forth of trying to outdo one another. They had fallen into a predictable rhythm it wasn’t bad, but the idea of getting back to the game was exhilarating.  

His steady grasp parted her thighs, inching them wider. She didn’t fight it.  His name was softer this time, a gentle plea exhaled from her pink lips. “Justin.” 

“Shh.” He nestled his head against her hair, whispering into her ear. “I imagine you won’t even want to make a sound; I believe that was the advice I was offered this time last year, was it not?… Now, be my good, little girl, and stay quiet.”

His eyes fell closed, drawing in a deep breath, letting her scent fill him. His heated breath seeped over her, causing her body to shiver in response. “You really are getting so warm for me already, my darling.” His lips pressed against her neck, sucking softly to leave his mark. His thumb caressed mindless circles on her inner thigh below her growing warmth. “Now, I’m going to offer the blanket again and you’re going to accept it this time, unless you want everyone we pass to see what I’m about to do to you.”

Her breath shifted sharply at the husky and dark tone of his voice, falling under his command.

 Justin pulled out the soft plaid blanket and spread it across his lap. “Would you like to share, dear?”

 “Yes, please, sir.”

 He brushed a kiss on her cheek, his fingers threaded through her hair. “Such nice manners. Now, remember, shhh.”

 Mari swallowed hard, her body tingling with anticipation of his inevitable touch.

His careful fingers traced over her panties. A noise of approval escaped from his lips. “You’re soaked. Maybe I should just keep you like this.” 

Her eyes widened at his words, though she knew he would never stop. He liked the game just as much as she did. 

He pushed the lace to the side, slipping his index finger inside her wet folds. He took his time swirling his digit around, letting it become slick under her desire, before adding another. 

The pad of his finger brushed against her swollen pearl. Mari coughed to cover the moan growing inside of her at the sudden touch. 

Justin continued, a smug smile etched on his face. He loved how easily she responded to his touch. He slowly stroked her clit several times, allowing the desire to build. He slid his fingers down and circled around her entrance.

A lustful moan hummed in her throat. Her spine tingled pleasantly, arching slightly toward him. She rocked in the carriage bench forgetting where they were, desperately needing more. 

“Shhh.” He teased, snuggling against her like the loving couple they appeared to be curled under the blanket. “Or you’ll lose.”

Mari nodded; she knew he was right. She took a deep breath and adjusted the blanket, hiding their secret play. 

His coated digits plunged into her heated sex, eliciting a soft moan meant only for his ears. Her tight walls wrapped around him as he built a steady pace inside of her. “You feel so good around my fingers.” He boasted quietly. “But, I know you’ll feel even better wrapped on my cock when we get home.”

Mari buried her fists into the flannel fabric grabbing tightly as he curled his fingers inside of her, stroking her sweet spot. Her breathing grew ragged the quicker and harder he moved inside of her.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be fucked mercilessly? Writhing beneath me screaming my name ?”

“Please,” she breathed, swallowing hard. She tried to keep her focus on the path ahead of them and the brilliant orange and golden leaves they had come to see, but her vision was blurring and filling with stars. 

“Answer my question first.” His thumb pressed over her pearl, sending a jolt of electricity flowing through her. “Would you like that, my beautiful girl? To be at my mercy?”

“Fuck you, Justin” she hissed, her own imperious personality breaking through. He inched slowly back out, at her words, giving her just a moment to reconsider as his fingertip waited at her entrance. “No, please!! Please, don’t stop I’m so close... UGH! Fine, yes! … Yes, I want that—want you! Now, finish this!”

He sank his fingers deep within her warmth, moving faster, her arousal dripping down his hand. She teetered on the edge, her body shaking with pleasure. His thumb caressed her swollen bundle of nerves once more, sending her over the precipice. He captured her moan with a kiss, letting it escape into him rather than be shared. It was his, as was she. 

Justin held her close. He enjoyed feeling the shifts in her body as she came undone from the high he had offered her. He slid his fingers out, letting her rest. “You’re spectacular, Mari.”

She tossed her head to the side, shifting her tousled hair away from her face as her breathing slowed to normal. She pulled her shoulders back, regaining control of herself. Mari offered a slight shrug, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, “Oh, I know.”

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[storyofmychoices]

Save the Date: Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop Moodboard

@choicesmonthlychallenge - Rose

[Justin Mercado x MC Masterlist]