#(through my tears) HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED

[leoizus]

the singing knight who creates melody

twelfth night by shakespeare | adonis, beginnings of the body, ends of the sea, selected poems (trans. khaled mattawa) | leo tsukinaga feature scout 2: a heartfelt round of applause (trans. royalquintet) | john cage's letter to helen wolff | fly me to the moon by frank sinatra | music by juhan liiv | constellations: leo by garry wilkinson | birhday of music by leo tsukinaga (trans: royalquintet)

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF LOVE ꒱ RORONOA ZORO X READER

warnings ⟢ slight angst (though it gets resolved). hurt/comfort. mentions of death and dying. descriptions of blood and wounds. brief allusions to buddhism. reader is gn and described as “beautiful” once.

word count ⟢ 1086

notes ⟢ happy birthday to my most beloved! this fic is self-indulgent (i.e. full of my hcs about zoro’s childhood) and a labor of love. the three of swords design in the banner is from the rider-waite tarot deck. three of swords generally depicts a difficult, sorrowful experience.

So this is how it ends.

The midafternoon horizon is fathomless—a halycon ocean—the sun anchored in its depths. A cool breeze stirs, kissing his tawny flesh, rustling his hair, and chiming his earrings; whispering beachgrass casts sinuous shadows across his face, allowing his good eye to rest in partial shade. Nearby, the tide laps at the shoreline—tenderly, the caress of a lover. Foam glides across half-buried seashells and beached debris in a brief greeting before returning to the sea, heeding her call.

Where Zoro is, he can’t be certain (not an uncommon occurence, though he would never admit it). His robe was slashed off at some point, and fell to the ground in shorn tatters. He lies bare-backed in a slurry of sand and ichor, his swords beside him; weeping wounds litter his torso, the most gruesome of which stretches from his navel to his right side. While he had the wherewithal to cut his haramaki and tie it around his waist as a makeshift tourniquet, the fabric is sodden, metallic teardrops puddling in the sand.

Pain is a feeling he greets like an old friend. It’s comforting, almost, like a suffocating embrace. As a boy, he had to nurture that cold familiarity if he wanted to survive—be it fighting bigger kids for spare scraps at the orphanage, or taking lashes from a bokken at the dojo. Strength comes with a cost, as does physical and mental growth. Existence is suffering, and suffering is—in its purest form—pain. But the mind-numbing sting that currently radiates from his injuries is the last thing on his mind.

For the first time in years, Zoro is afraid. He shivers despite the scorching sunbeams, sucking in shallow mouthfuls of air, glistening beads of sweat sliding down his body toward the earth.

It isn’t the prospect of death that scares him; he has walked most of his life along the corpse-strewn path of demons, fighting against his fate as an asura. And he has peered into death’s grim visage before—too many times count. He even dived into hell and cleaved through its bowels to face Enma, emerging victorious as the king of souls departed.

Regret, however? Regret is a different beast.

It’s why he trembles now, covered in grime and gore, half-lucid. As dark thoughts slink to the forefront of his consciousness, he’s aware that dying here will mean failing. Not simply failing himself and his own dream of becoming the greatest swordsman, but also failing his captain and best friend, and failing to preserve Kuina’s legacy. Most gut-wrenching of all, he knows that dying here will mean failing you. There’s so much Zoro wants to do with you, so much he wants to say. He itches with regret, calloused digits twitching at his sides, desperate to claw his skin off.

Clarity torments him. Memories flit before his steel gaze, now wet—a tear-streaked blade. He sees you: the flicker of your eyes when you tell a story; the curve of your lips when you poke fun at him; the halo of your hair when you nap against his chest; the set of your jaw when you’re serious. More than anything else, he longs to tell you how he feels.

I love you.

Three simple words that he always struggled to string together. Perfect moment after perfect moment was presented to him on a gilt platter: inside the crow’s nest at dawn, or beneath the lush boughs in the tangerine orchard—even perched atop the Sunny’s bow to watch the sunset. He squandered each of these opportunities because he (foolishly) assumed there would be more in the future.

I love you.

If only he could muster the strength to breathe out the sweetness of your name once more—to taste each smooth, honeyed syllable on his lips, to feel it silken on his palate. Maybe then he could forgive himself. But instead, it dies on his tongue as his vision blots and blurs. Eventually, his world goes black.

I love you.

Zoro awakes to the muffled creaking of a hull.

His head pounds, his mouth is bone-dry, and his limbs are leaden and stiff; he feels like death, and suspects that he looks like it, too. Surgical gauze tightly wraps his frame, stifled wounds screaming in agony. When he glances up and sees framed pictures of the crew above his cot, he recognizes where he is: the Sunny’s infirmary. In his periphery, you’re sitting at Chopper’s desk with a book in your lap. He tries (and, to his frustration, fails) to shift into a seated position. As soon as you notice the movement—head snapping up in surprise—you rush to his bedside.

He waits for you to reprimand him for being so reckless while away from the rest of the crew. But you don’t—not yet, anyway. (Not until he’s mostly healed. And for that, he wonders if you may be an angel.) Instead, you kneel on the wooden floorboards to level with him. Your fingertips tentatively brush against his cheekbone, as though you’re testing to ensure that he’s real. Content with what you find, you cup his chin, allowing him to lean into the soft warmth of your touch, catlike.

“I was worried about you. Well, so was everyone else. But I’ll only speak for myself,” you murmur.

His voice is gravel, cragged from disuse. “Sorry.”

After a few beats of silence, he clears his throat. “Is Chopper on break?”

You nod. “I’ve picked up the night shift so he can sleep.”

“How long was I out for?”

“Roughly two days.”

“Fuck.”

That draws a chuckle from you.

Zoro swallows. “Listen, I—”

Your thumb grazes his chapped lips, forcing him to pause. “Save your energy, Zo. You don’t have to defend yourself; you’re safe with me. I promise.”

Tired but patient, your gaze breaks him, only to piece him back together. His heart aches.

He inhales deeply. Then—in a flood of emotion he can’t stem—the words flow out: “Y’know I’m not good with feelings…or words. But, uh…” A broad palm wraps around your wrist, your skin hot against his. Ignoring the heat creeping up into his cheeks, he sighs, “I love you.”

Before he can second guess his confession, your lips bloom and burst into a radiant smile, setting your features alight. He doesn’t think you have ever looked more beautiful.

“I know,” you admit airily. Leaning in, you dot a kiss to his scarred eyelid. “I love you, too.”

[thesassypadawan]

Beloved Husband *part 2* (Unburnt Vader x WifeReader)

Summary:  All throughout your pregnancy your husband has been loving…caring…patient.  However that same patience has worn quiet thin during your last month.  And now wanting nothing more than to be with you…ruin you…breed you again.  He will take and do as he pleases, even if it’s far too soon after the birth of your son.  Even if it take’s all night long.  (A continuation to Beloved Master.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Size difference, hint of a breeding kink, premature postpartum smex, and Vader’s big dick. 

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @t03soup❤️🎉

- Delirious…  Gently he flips you onto your back.  Head lolls against the plush pillows, soft pants slip past your swollen lips.  “An-Ani, you have to s-stop…” 

- Mind hazy…  Faintly you’re aware of him nudging your legs apart.  Guiding your fingers into place to keep them spread open.  “Can’t k-keep going…”

- Thoughts growing cloudier with each passing moment…  Larger body slots between; pressing down, trapping yours beneath.  Feebly you writhe and wriggle, trying to free yourself.  “I'm not s-supposed to get…”

- With each blissfully painful orgasm…  Glassy eyes meet his golden ones, sinister smile creeps across his face.  “No one tells me what I can and cannot do…”  Chuckling darkly; monstrous length grinding, smearing pre on your folds and stomach.  “Even my own wife…”

- Weakly you sob out as he surges forward once more.  Gummy walls struggling, burning...aching from the intense stretch.  Nails digging, scratching at your thighs.  Familiar pricks stinging at your waterlines.  “I…n-no…I…”

- Swallowing up your pleas; his tongue tangles, utterly dominates yours.  Hips rocking slowly; bulbous tip somehow still hitting, bullying your poor cervix.  “Hmmph…”

- While his metallic digits toy at your sore, raw nipples.  Rolling, tugging them just hard enough to cause fat drops of milk to spring forth…trickle down, mingle with your mixed sweat.  “Please…p-please…”

- Fiery kisses trail, teeth nip at your neck and collarbone.  “Stop your crying, angel,” he growls into your marked skin.  Voice rumbling through you, coil beginning to tighten in your stomach again.  “Don’t want to hear it.”

- Pace increases; thrusts grow harsh, wild.  Curves bounce, jiggle; balls slap heavily, wetly against your bottom.  Sound echoing off the bed chamber’s walls, along with your pitiful babbles.  “But…I-I…”

- “Need this as bad as I do…”  Lips travel lower, hot mouth encompasses your leaking bud.  Suckling, savoring the stray drops of nectar.  Biting the tender flesh that surrounds them, eliciting small whimpers and gasps from you.

- “Have me destroy, ruin you…”  Organic fingers brush, swirl your overstimed clit.  Pinching, flicking; big thumb pressing, squeezing the little nub firmly.  Pleasure building, boarding on the line of agony.

- “Let me back inside that perfect womb of yours…”  Mechno hand slides up, wraps around your fragile throat.  Hold tight, keeping you in place while he slams…attempts to breach past the tight rim.

- “Filling you, making you heavy with another of my heirs…”  Driving deeply one last time, you feel the familiar pop and flood of warmth yet again.  Pussy involuntary clenches, gushes.  Tears flow freely in happiness or sadness, you aren't quite sure.  Because you’re so…

- Delirious…  Gently he pulls out, pries your fingers off.  Easing your trembling limbs down to the mattress, propping your hips up with a plush pillow.  Muttering sweet words of admirations and praises; about not wanting to see any of his seed go to waste, to be sure it takes.  “Good girl…” 

- Mind hazy…  Faintly you’re aware of coos, squeaks coming from nearby.  Catching a brief glimpse of his cock in the firelight.  Coated in your combined juices, tinted slightly in something crimson.  “Must be hungry…hopefully I didn’t drink up all his meal…”

- Thoughts growing sharper with each passing moment…  You lay there numb; content to not move, to let fatigue something else overtake you.  Until a small bundle is placed into your arms, tiny hand reaches for you.  And suddenly the life rushes back into you, the night’s events fade away.  “Looks like someone missed you…” 

- With each happy noise from your newborn…  Clear eyes meet his golden ones, wide smile creeps across his face.  “You’re so beautiful…helpless, hatari…”  Chuckling softly; big hand cradling, caressing your round stomach.  “Think I’ll keep you this way for years to come…”

-  With each chaste kiss placed on the crown of your head…  Forcing, burying the last shred of your old self.  You return your beloved husband’s smile, his kiss.  “I’d love nothing more…Lord Vader.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @loverforoldermen, @anakinsbbgirl, @t03soup, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @vaderswifey, @jediavengers

[getawayfox]

My favorite reclist of the year! It’s the best excuse to reread beloved fics and shout about them again. I couldn’t wait any longer to post it, so, without further ado: here are my personal favorites from 2023 and why I love them, along with a banner I’m really pleased with. 

Thank you, sweet writers, for giving us your wonderful stories. Wishing everyone a happy December and an amazing and soft new year!

I Fall On Grass by @tackytigerfic Drarry, T, 3.1k

I adore stories with mature characters and this one is no exception. It’s so charming: gentle pining over the years, throughout the realities of life and parenthood, written with such a light hand. And lovely worldbuilding of a slow life that they built for themselves, which left me smiling the whole day after reading it. It feels like a soft caress for my soul.

It’s Me or the Peacock by harrows Drarry, T, 4.6

Do you ever feel like reading a fun, lighthearted fic that will have you grinning all day? Look no further, this is the one. Picture this: established Drarry taking the plunge to move in together, except Draco is bringing his “avian third wheel” with him, adding a feathered twist to the mix. Harry can’t quite believe what’s happening and that’s not even the half of it. This fic is a delight!

Sun Shower by @moonmanatee Drarry, T, 6k

Meet Orkie (short for Snorkel), the delightful cat who loves his boy Harry very much. They share a special bond, silently understanding not to delve into the origins of their pasts. What matters most is their companionship and the comforting routine they’ve woven together. Now, enter Draco Malfoy, a fashion icon with phenomenal outfits, his mud-loving dog, Hubert, and a dash of mouthwatering culinary creations. Your heart will grow three sizes by the time you’re done reading; mine certainly did.

Birds Behaving Badly by @peachpety Drarry, E, 10.5k

Oh, this fic!! I swear my whole body was wiggling with delight when I read it – it’s hilarious and hot and so witty. Draco has a type, which leads to a fun case of mistaken identity, all artfully resolved with the intervention of a conniving seagull, Kevin. Brace yourself for some sassy Slytherin banter, side characters so vividly portrayed they’ll steal your heart (Goyle, I’m looking at you), and the enchanting backdrop of a magical Brighton in the summer. Cue the squeals of delight! 

A Saviour’s Guide to Manners and Decorum by @wolfpants Drarry, E, 13k

I have read every fic Wolf has written this year and, let me tell you, choosing just one feels like an impossible task – I wish I could include them all. But here is my pick, and it’s not because it happened to be my birthday gift. This fic is a gem, seamlessly blending humor with a soft, wistful touch (oh, and do I need to mention it’s also incredibly hot?). It resonates because Harry just wants to be accepted for who he is, refusing to change for anyone (as he rightly shouldn't!). Enter Draco, who is here to help, and not to “fix him”. Sprinkle that with a subtle hint of D/s dynamics, a generous serving of UST, and a sensual shaving scene, and you have got the perfect fic. LOVE!

I only want the ones I envy (I envy) by @porcelainheart3 Drarry, E, 13.5k

This fic is so stunning! A coming-out story with writing so clean and sharp it made me laugh out loud through (lots of) inevitable tears. It has a very competent magical inventor Draco, who wears sock garters(!). It has Harry on a self-discovery journey that feels so very real; with a heart-wrenching childhood flashback that will leave you shattered. It has the most supportive friends. It has banter and flirting and so many wonderful details (look closely at the newspaper in the fic for an extra dose of laughter). And let's not forget the most incredibly emotional blow job; talk about smut with feelings! It’s one of those fics that made me read the rest of the author’s catalog immediately (and trust me, you should too!).

A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose Established Drarry, Draco/Ron/Harry, E, 17k

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, this fic is so scorching hot. And their dynamic is so complex: jealousy and possessiveness wrapped up in a delicious package of a boys' trip in Thailand. A stunning Ron POV filled to the brim with complicated history and tension, incredible characterization for all three of them, culminating, inevitably, in hot-hot-hot sex. I couldn’t get this story out of my head for days. If you, like me, like feelings with your smut, this one’s for you! 

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm Drarry, E, 22k

This story is so charming and whimsical! First of all, this Draco is such an utter delight that I fell in love with him right away. He’s so entertaining! The concept of Christmas in July gives the story a wonderfully atmospheric and slightly wistful tone. Add to it a very domestic and playful dynamic between Draco and Harry, top-notch dialogue, so many creative details, and an absolutely delicious and intimate sex scene. From beginning to end, this fic is so warm and touching; a gentle romance that feels as if it was enchantingly sprinkled with a cheering charm.

the first in line by @oflights Drarry, E, 29.5k

This fic is hilarious, mischievous, and sexy all at the same time. And also a little bit unhinged in the best possible way. It had me in its grip from the very first sentence: “When the clock strikes midnight on his 25th birthday, Harry is having a threesome with a werewolf and a vampire.” (chef’s kiss!) and it didn’t let me go. We have a reluctant and grumpy Veela Harry, an over-the-top Draco, summer vacation vibes, a magical yacht, wooing with a hot air balloon (and more!), plus an absolutely delightful non-monogamous background Romione. Gah!!!

Of Magical Beings Being - Magic by @rockingrobin69 Drarry, E, 30k

What’s actually magic here is Robin’s writing. It’s… wait, I don’t think I have words for how rich and full this world is, how special! There’s pining and soft angst and an unreliable narrator and exes to lovers, but somehow all that doesn’t even begin to describe what this story is. It’s witty and fascinating and soft and playful. It’s about loving the other person so much that you do the wrong thing because you think that’s what they want, even though it hurts you. It’s about manifesting them in everything you do until they come back. It’s about Love, about Happiness. It knocked the breath out of me. It’s unbearably lovely.

Winner takes it all by @skeptiquewrites Drarry, E, 41k

This fic is absolutely devastating in a sort of gentle way. My heart broke a million times for this wonderful, hardworking, cornered Draco – who’s looking after his mum – as well as for a whole bunch of beautifully written side characters. The story starts with a bet, and from there, it unravels with Tee's razor-sharp writing, infused with nuance that makes the narrative incredibly rich and undeniably real. If you're in the mood for a cathartic cry, followed by a sweet, happy ending, don't walk – run to this fic!

[partycatty]

kenshi takahashi > take it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED POOKIE BEAR @crimsonbubble!!!!!!!!! LOVE U LOTS, ENJOY MY LITTLE BIRTHDAY PRESENT <3

warnings: mean dom kenshi >:3, overstimulation, mutual masturbation? torture? idk something heinous is going on

notes: why my thingy go up while writing this

[ masterlist ]

• you knew better, you knew so much better than to get on his nerves but you found the fun in his firm tone and thick, crossed arms. you had decided to pull a little lie his way, figuring it wouldn't do much harm. and now, he found out, so here you were with a vibrator cruelly bound to your sticky cunt, a low enough setting to make you writhe and beg for forgiveness. your legs are bound, forced open and tied to your wrists behind your back.

• kenshi could pretend to ignore your voice forever if it meant you'd continue to beg as he sits in a chair against the bedroom wall, toying lazily with his aching cock. his other hand rests against his jaw, the controller to the toy in his fist.

• he was trained in so many other ways of endurance, namely having incredible control over his arousal. he'll last as long as you and then some, as long as you get properly tortured, kenshi will continue to stroke himself with grunts and occasional twitches when his thumb slides across his tip.

• just as you grow tired of one setting, kenshi would heighten the strength significantly, relishing in your cries and squirms. your core bubbles, folds slick and needy as the sheets underneath you begin to dampen. your hips buck, eagerly chasing your as it orgasm fast approaches.

• "please, ken, please-" your voice sounds pleading, almost for your life as tears prick in your eyes. "i'm sorry for misbehaving, it won't - hah - won't happen again..."

• kenshi's cruel, cold grumble pulls you back to reality as you feel your vision blur. "liar."

• the vibrator reduces to a low hum around your clit, completely pulling you away from cumming just as quick as it approached you. thrashing and rolling your head back, you're just about to flop backwards onto the mattress before you hear kenshi tut at you.

• "eyes here," he demands, voice still low. "watch what you do to me." you pull your head forward, resting your chin against your chest as you sniffle, watching kenshi stroke himself through your lashes.

• his cock had a shine of his precum coating it, his fingers sliding up the length of his shaft with ease. his eye contact was brutal, nearly killing you where you sat. it was almost too much when you'd catch his eye twitch or his lips part to moan.

• a little treat to you, his hips buck up, his dick chasing the friction of his palm as he nears his own orgasm. your lips part, matching his pants with need. you nod encouragingly, relishing in the sight and temporarily distracted enough to ignore the faint buzzing on your cunt.

• this, he notices. kenshi pulls his hand away from his cock, denying both you and him the pleasure of him painting his stomach with his seed. kenshi rolls his head back, letting out a deep sigh as he holds his cock at the base, thighs tensing. his gaze falls forward at you, suddenly setting the vibrator alight with a single touch.

• your back arches from the sudden shock, the toy torturing your puffy clit relentlessly as the hum shocks up your spine and makes your whole body tremble.

• "you gonna lie to me again?" he asks, his voice lost to your ears as you cry out from the overstimulation, an orgasm fast approaching again and yet so far away. "learned to listen?"

• "yes, god -" you cry out. "yes, yes, i'll behave, i'll listen - fuck -"

• kenshi chuckles to himself, stopping his strokes to admire the view in front of him. "you look so good like this, you know. i should just keep you here all night. how's that sound?" the proposal makes you frown as your face contorts in pleasure.

• "i like you more when you behave," he purrs, tutting at your knitted brows and soaked pussy. "pisses me off when you're a brat, you know that, right?" you can only stupidly nod at his words, accepting whatever he wants to throw your way when he speaks in that sultry voice. he hums in agreement, fucking his cock on his hand at a swifter pace now. "you want to cum, is that it?"

• in a daze, you nod, the buzzing numbing your cunt heats your skin. the vibrator speeds up to an impossible speed now, burning your very core and rendering you entirely speechless, drool slipping down your chin as your orgasm attacks your entire body. thanking him endlessly as each wave twitches your limbs. •kenshi smiles to himself, lip curling in amusement at your stupid state. you miss as he cums, painting his flush skin with his fluid with a hissing grunt. his cock twitches hungrily, begging for somewhere to stuff it but settling for his hand. you were too busy crying in pain as you notice the vibrator doesn't come to an end like you do, instead attacking your pussy at the same pace it was before. • his smile turns into a beaming grin, a rare expression on his hard features as you writhe and burst into full-on sobs, crying that it's too much for you to handle so soon. • the words are lost to him again as he stands there with the smile, admiring the shine on your skin and the drool from your cunt as your hole clenches down on nothing. he flicks between the fast and faster speeds rapidly, sending lightning up your spine as you cum again. even through the pleasure you're wracked with pain. • "no more..." you beg, voice hoarse from your pathetic cries. "please, please no more, kenshi-" • "i thought you wanted to cum?" he asks in that stupidly teasing tone, and you know you're in for it by the inflection in his words. "you're getting what you want, dear." • kenshi promptly stuffs his cock back in his slacks and brushes his thighs off, standing up after wiping his hand on a towel resting on the armrest. your eyes widen in fear of what's to come when you see him stand with a huff. • "k-kenshi?" you whimper, body weak against the vibrator still toying with your clit. kenshi wiggles the controller in his fingers with a cocked brow as he heads toward your bedroom door. "no, nonono, wait-" • the door slams on you as you're still bound and dripping, the heat from the last two orgasms sliding the toy against your clit as it slips between your folds, overly soaked. • kenshi stands on the other side of the door, unbeknownst to you, touching himself to your screaming sobs that turn into whispered sniffles the longer the machine pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. • he does return, albeit eventually. you're knocked out, the only sound in the room being the horrid squelching of your pussy and your faint breaths after passing out from how many times you came. • kenshi helps bathe you, cleaning you gently of the rope wounds and slick before dressing you properly for the night after changing the dampened sheets courtesy of your arousal, pulling you to his chest. he couldn't help himself but laugh at your sleepy sniffles, consciousness lost to you after all the time of agony. • "did so good," he hums into your hair, kissing the top of your head. "always so good for me."

[moonlit-midnight]

Hearts held with gentle love

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Genre: Romantic Fluff.

Summary: In which your lover expresses his gratitude for you in a heartwarming letter. 

Warnings:

GN!Reader, is a third year + very self indulgent.

Inspired by a letter that I once received.

Happy birthday to one of my favorite fictional princes!💚

—

To my beloved, and absolute dearest friend in the universe.

Can you believe that three years had gone by since we met? 

It’s been wonderful to know you. All the times we spent together whether they were big or little moments were the happiest moments in my life, so I’m writing you this letter to convey my gratitude for having someone like you by my side. 

My treasure, thank you for making me feel welcomed, and understood in your company when I felt alone and out of place.

Thank you for listening and smiling heartily at my stories when nobody else did, and for keeping me laughing amidst broken days. 

Thank you for being a home for my abandoned thoughts, and for showing me that there’s always room for love for everyone.

Thank you for holding me in your heartfelt embraces when things were difficult, and for willingly choosing to be with me through everything.

Thank you for your genuine friendship made of devotion, trust, support and a steadfast love that I can swear on.

Thank you for making my world a more beautiful place, and for shining a light upon all the rooms in my heart.

— Yours faithfully, Malleus Draconia 

“You really have a way with your words. Whether they are happy words, sad or emotional, I love them all.” your eyes glistened with tears once you were done reading his letter.

Setting it aside, you smiled fondly at Malleus, and his eyes shone at the sight of it.

There was something about that smile of yours that always gave him joy, and made him feel gloriously alive each time he saw it.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He beamed, a smile as gentle as the summer sunrise, lighting up his whole face.

“Thank you, Malleus.” you leaned on his sturdy shoulder, and wrapped an arm around him. 

You felt so real and warm against him. He thought his heart would burst under the weight of your kind touch and unwavering affection.

“What for?” Malleus hummed, holding you closer. 

“For being my devoted friend and lover.” you exclaimed in a sincere tone. “Every time I see you, I smile more and laugh more, and I feel free than the past years combined. So thank you for being by my side.”

Under the brilliant blue skies, painted with golden sunshine, you and Malleus lay on your backs on a field of verdant grass, watching the clouds roll by.

Without taking off his bright green eyes from the peaceful scenery above, Malleus took your right hand, placing an endearing kiss atop it. 

“It’s been my honor, my dear.” 

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Birthday Pie

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist

SPOILERS! set between seasons 7 and 8 of supernatural, there are spoilers for both these seasons

summary: you celebrate his birthday even when he’s gone

pairing: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 0.9k

warnings: sad, not at all a happy birthday for our beloved lil guy, language

author’s note: i’m sorry, okay? i’ve had this idea in my head for months and decided that today is a good day to release it? anyway, happy 45th birthday dean winchester! love you and very glad you’re alive and well and the series finale never happened! :)

January 24th, 2013 — Dean’s 34th Birthday.

You were barely able to drag yourself out of bed and into the living room where you were now seated and watching TV. It didn’t matter what was on, you weren’t paying attention anyway. Your mind was completely focused on Dean. Your beloved Dean; who shouldn’t be wherever the fuck he was but instead safe in your arms.

He shouldn’t be spending his birthday terrified, missing you and his brother. He should be spending it with you, Sam, and Cas.

Sure, he wasn’t really the birthday party type of guy but each year since you met him you’d gotten him a pie and put candles in it for him to blow out. It’d started as a half-assed attempt to put a smile on his face when you learned it was his birthday and you couldn’t find a cake at the store.

He’d loved it.

“How’d you know I’d rather have pie?” he had asked, his face lighting up even more when you put two candles—a two and a four—in the center.

“I…had a feeling.” You had shrugged it off as not a big deal but deep down you both knew how much it meant to him.

And each year since then—come rain, shine, monsters, or the apocalypse—you made it your job to get Dean Winchester a pie on his birthday.

A few tears rolled down your cheeks, joining the half-dried ones there already. You hadn’t been sad on Dean’s birthday since his year before hell. But it was different then, you had him next to you and you were savoring every second. You might have been terrified of what would soon happen, but you were still with him.

**

“If you’re not already aware, Dean,” Castiel started, “you turn thirty-four today.”

“What?” Dean asked, confused. “Cas we—”

“Granted time seems to be passing differently here, but on earth it is currently your birthday.”

“Happy birthday, brother,” Benny joked.

“Yeah real fuckin’ happy,” Dean scoffed. “We’re stuck killing our way through this fuckin’ nightmare while the love of my life is spending my birthday alone.”

“I’m sure she’s okay, Dean,” Cas assured him. “She has Sam, he’ll look after her until we get back.”

“No, you don’t get it. Birthdays were…they were our thing, if that makes any goddamn sense.”

**

“Happy birthday, Dean,” you smiled, placing the pie in front of him.

“Twenty-six! God, that sounds old,” Dean laughed a little.

“You’re kidding right?” you asked after singing for him as he blew out the candles.

“What?”

“Twenty six may sound old to you, but trust me you are still fuckin’ adorable.”

“I am, aren’t I?” He grinned.

“You wanna do the honors, cutie?” you asked, handing him the kitchen knife.

“Gladly, sweetheart,” he said, taking it from you. You watched him cut a slice for you then an even bigger slice for himself.

“Dean,” you started as you watched him begin eating the pie. “I love you.”

He stopped eating and looked at you; “What?”

“I know there’s a lot about your life you haven’t told me, you’re lore you could call it, but I need you to know that I really do love you, Dean Winchester.”

“But how? I mean, I’m not exactly an open book and there’s no way…” he trailed off.

“No way, what?”

“There’s no way in hell you’d feel this way if you learned everything about me.”

Your heart broke at his words, and your expression definitely showed it.

“The amount of pure love I have for you is beyond measurable, Dean. And I might be crazy for saying this, and feeling this, but there is truly nothing you could say or do that would make me stop.”

“Really?” he asked quietly, as if he was scared to press his luck.

You nodded with a soft smile; “Really.”

“Well, look I’m not really one for…that…but I do…I do feel that way about you too. I guess what I’m saying is, uh, right back at cha?”

“See to any normal person that would sound like the ramblings of a crazy man,” you said, his smile only growing. “But to me? Absolute poetry.” You leaned over and kissed him. “Happy birthday, Dean.”

He simply kissed you back, smiling against your lips.

**

“Happy birthday, Dean,” you whispered, blowing out the candles on the small pie you’d bought. It was a one-person pie because you knew if you bought a regular one that at least three-quarters would not have been eaten.

You took out the candles and picked up your fork. Staring down at the desert, you let more tears fall.

“It shouldn’t be this hard to eat a fuckin’ pie,” you laughed humorously. Your phone rang next to you and you answered it; “Hey, Sam.”

“Hey,” he sighed. “I just wanted to call and check up on you. It being Dean’s birthday and all, I figured you might…you know…”

“Be huddled up in bed sobbing my eyes out?” you said.

“Yeah…”

“I’m holding it together Sammy, don’t worry about me,” you assured him.

“I always worry about you, you know that.”

There was a short pause in the conversation as you took a deep breath and let a few more tears fall; “I miss him, Sammy,” you admitted. “I just really miss him.”

[mxyarylla]

"𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"

A very late birthday gift to the lovely @maristarfish . I hope this would make your day better! love u 🩷

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Today is your birthday and you’ve decided to stay up to celebrate it with your beloved Neuvillette. Unfortunately he called earlier to inform you that he probably wouldn’t make it because there are urgent documents that have to be finished. The light in your eyes that lit up when you saw Neuvillette’s name on screen then dropped when he announced the news. Although you were upset, you knew you couldn’t let him come home and celebrate with you.

All night you’ve drowned yourself in doing other things that make you happy and forget that Neuvillette couldn’t come home to celebrate your birthday with you.

You’ve received lots of birthday wishes from your friends though, but it is always better to spend this special day with your beloved.

You’ve been going back to the drafts of your edits throughout the day and forgot the time. You checked the clock, “10:20pm” you said with a sigh. Your gaze lingered at the door, hoping Neuvillette would show up and you’d run to hug him and stay in his arms right then, right there.

Little did you know, your wish would be fulfilled in a few seconds as the sound of keys through the keyhole clicked and the doorknob turned. The unmistakable navy colored coat that peeked out behind the door tells you it’s Neuvillette. He’s here.

Finally…

You rushed to the door, and the moment you saw your beloved, you wanted to jump and throw yourself in his arms. But you were stopped by him and you thought he was too tired and didn’t want to hug. So you looked down, feeling upset and biting your lips, trying to fight back your tears. You could hear Neuvillette dropping his key on the nearby counter and some other stuff, probably his suitcase. But he was actually dropping a bouquet of flowers, and multiple boxes of gifts and a cake.

When he finally finished setting down all the things for you, he turned his attention towards you with a smile and extended his arms for a hug but all he could see was your trembling body and listen to your little sniffles. You were about to turn away from him but he grasped your wrist and gently placed his hand on your cheek, lifting your face to meet his, while he moved his hand from your wrist to hold it firmly against his.

“Love, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay? Tell me.” he asks worriedly as you couldn’t contain your tears anymore and let out the pent up feelings

You didn’t answer him and just made a move to hug him while sniffling against his shirt. A moment later, after you’ve calmed down, you explained how you were just missing him and upset that he wasn’t here to celebrate your birthday with you and it upsets you even more when you see him decline your hug when he arrives.

Neuvillette listened to you intently while stroking your hair, then said, “It is my mistake chérie, I did not see that you were awaiting a hug from me. I had too many things that were dropped on the floor so I could open the door to our abode. At the moment I opened the door, I had to turn my attention to these precious gifts that I got for you.” He gestured to the gifts on the counter and continued. “I cannot let these precious gifts for you to be put on the floor for long. I picked them up as soon as I could, so it wouldn’t be dirty. I only want to give you the best things after all.” he said while caressing your cheeks in a gentle manner.

You looked up at him and was about to say something but he got to you first by placing a finger on your lips. “I’m sorry my love.” Then placed his forehead against yours, which made you close your eyes for a moment feeling the tiredness kicking in.

Then you were suddenly lifted off the ground, in bridal style. You fluttered open your eyes quickly and was met with the loving gaze of Neuvillette looking right at you.

“Seems like I made my lady wait for me for far too long, time to give her the treatment she deserves.”

Neuvillette carried you to the dining room and set you down on the chair. Then walked to get the bags of gifts and what seemed like a box of cake?

“Neuvi, did you get a cake for me?”

“I certainly did. How could I not buy a cake for an important event for you my dear?” He replied, and set down the presents in front of you and placed the box of cake on the kitchen island.

“What would milady like for a late dinner?” Neuvillette asks as he spreads his arms on the table as if presenting himself to you.

“You.”

You looked at him with an innocent face but the smile you were trying to suppress got the best of you. Neuvillette looked like he was pondering your answer for a moment and finally replied.

“I’ll cook, so you can watch and stare all you want, hm?” he said, rolling up his sleeves.

—

You both finished eating, cut the cake and now, you were opening the gifts he got you as you sat on his lap while he placed gentle kisses on your face and the junction between your neck and shoulder as you unwrapped the presents. As you opened, for which seemed the last present, Neuvillette made a velvet box appear with his power. You looked at him with a surprised look and he gestured for you to open it.

You opened the box, to reveal a simple yet elegant necklace with a water drop shaped pendant. The color is similar to Neuvillette’s water drop pin on his collar.

“This is beautiful Neuvi.” you said admiring this unique colored gem in front of you.

“Shall I wear it for you?” you nodded in response.

Neuvillette took the necklace and placed it around your neck as you lifted your hair up. When he clipped the necklace together, he pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before you could let your hair drop. He then turned you to face towards him, letting you straddle him.

“Happy birthday my love.” and you share a passionate kiss until you hear the clock indicating that it is 12am, then you break the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I haven’t unwrapped my last present yet” you said while tracing your finger from his face down to his chest.

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Thank you for reading 🩷

[nouearth]

because i love you.

jason todd x male reader.

summary: your birthday is a memory you often ignore. jason is determined to forge a new, unforgettable one.

wc: 3k. genre: fluff, comfort. warnings: domestic!au, crying, descriptions of food.

a/n: happy belated birthday, anon! i know this was late, but i wanted to priortize this over my other requests before it would be even later, LOL. hope you had a great one, and that this was a gift to remember!

request: anon.

“so,” a gruff voice briefly broke your focus from peering through the oven door, but the cookies had seconds left in the oven, so you'd figure a hum to acknowledge jason's presence would suffice.

it was a painful and mundane process to squat and watch the cookie batter form into heavenly, ooey-gooey chocolatey goodness. sure, you could’ve done something to pass the time—finish your backlog of books, or even the tv dramas you promised your friends you would finish soon—but the cookies always came out perfect like this.

once, you decided to do laundry while letting the cookies bake. as soon as the oven rang, the thought of over-baking your perfected recipe of cookies, that everyone had gleefully devoured and expected at every potluck, chased you faster than a wild fox could. to your bewilderment (and exhaustion), a few seconds longer in the oven changed the texture of the baked treats. though no one noticed, even if you insisted that the taste changed as well, it ruined your entire day and since then, you’ve made a silly promise to yourself to never let these cookies out of your sight.

even if your boyfriend was squatting with you, kissing you at the neck now. 

“earth to (m/n),” his lips brushed deep into your skin, and you could hear him inhaling your natural scent. for a minute there, he forgot you were baking, so the smell of chocolate and brown sugar certainly awakened an unexpected appetite in him. it growled. 

“hello.” jason stretched a whisper into your neck, and you chuckled when his gruff voice tickled you, vowels vibrating lowly into your skin.

“someone’s needy.” you turned to finally greet him with a smile, some kind of acknowledgement, and he begrudgingly accepted it with a kiss. it was almost as sweet as the sugar crystals in the cookie batter he sampled earlier. 

two more minutes now.

“guess i’ll have to bake myself into a cookie to get your attention these days,” jason muttered, pressing his chest to your broad back. the heat from the oven radiated in front of you, yet your back felt warmer.

your head leaned back on his shoulder, grinning towards his frown while he tucked his chin in the vacant space between your neck and shoulder. “whoa, are you envious of my cookies now? that’s kind of sick considering you inhale them within seconds after i take them out of the oven—“

“i eat anything.” jason stated dryly, his palms roamed over your stomach to chase his appetite away as if your body and his were connected. his lips found your neck again, adding to the flush of your skin while one hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts to satiate a different craving. your legs slowly sprawled to accommodate his inviting touch, humming. “they make a great pre-workout.” 

and with the close of your legs, access had been denied. “so, they’re not delicious like you’ve been claiming?”

jason widened his eyes, yanking his hand out of your shorts to put his hands up defensively. “wait, no. that’s not— okay, we’re getting off-topic!”

“hey,“ the oven sang, and with a delighted hop, you abandoned your boyfriend on the floor to tend to your long-awaited baked goods. “you’re the one that brought it up!”

the smell of chocolate and sugar billowed in the air when you opened the oven, and jason’s appetite returned like a parasite once the delicious aroma hit his nose. 

it hadn’t been that long since you’ve started baking, but your hobby had quickly become a beloved activity (and expense), and your affection for it was telling through the wear and tear of your oven mitts. you burned yourself a few times when the baking sheet pressed into various ripped holes, but despite jason’s concern, you never found it damaged enough to purchase a new one. besides, it didn’t take very long to learn the pattern of the hot spots.

two baking sheets, filled with freshly-baked cookies, slid onto the stovetop, and you closed the oven, turning it off after. steam rose from the bloomed batter and you marveled at the sight: rustic, crinkly brown doughs that harbored mounds of comfort and nostalgia in one snack. though for some people, in one bite. the smell hits you after, stung your nose with brown sugar and chocolate chips, and you approved the batch with a deep inhale. 

“what did you want to talk about?” a crack of kosher salt was topped to the cookies, adding to the rustic presentation of the baked goods.

“well,” the smell of the cookies pulled him back to his feet, then by your side as he watched the chunky salt enchant the goods to a higher level. “it’s someone’s birthday soon.” though he knew not to, he reached out to sample an edge of the dough anyway.

“careful,” you watched him with amusement and high curiosity, eyebrows raised to inquire him of the taste. though you knew the answer by the time the chocolate hit his tongue, it was tenfold more interesting than the topic of your birthday.  “what about it?” you asked, and he hummed in approval, greed guiding his hand back to the piping hot cookies.

“so—ow,” the heat bit at jason’s fingers and his hand yanked back to immediately flick remnants of the sting off. “didn’t you want to do anything? a party? dinner? you never even told me what you wanted for your gifts.”

“hm,” you took the oven mitts off and directed the draft towards the steam with quick and light swings, then towards jason’s fingers as he began picking at the chocolate that oozed out. “i never took you as someone who cared about birthdays that much.”

“yeah, well,” he blew on his chocolate stained finger once more before pressing it to your smile. “we’re learning more about each other every day, aren’t we?”

“and it’s kind of incredible how you haven’t dumped me yet.” you laughed and licked the bittersweet stain off your lips. jason only joined with a mere chuckle. he never liked it when you talked about yourself like this.

“seriously though,” jason leaned on the counter with his elbow, nudging your waist with a gentle pat. his hair delicately parted to the side, watching you like you were the only one. “what do you want to do? we can do whatever you want.” devouring the cookies was the last thing on his mind now. 

you’re the only one.

“jason,” the steam slowly waft in the air as you averted your gaze to the cookies cooling. salt glinted under the lights, and they have never looked sweeter. “it’s sweet of you and i appreciate it, but…” yet, there was a bitter aftertaste when you nibbled on a crumble. “i don’t really celebrate my birthday.”

“what?” his immediate instinct was to hold you, taking you by the waist as if it could protect you from the memory of the past. “how come? did something bad happen?”

“no, no. nothing like that!” laughing it off always helped you alleviate the bitterness of your thoughts. “it’s just…” but for some reason, your throat began to swell when you do.

“just…?” jason pressed his hand to your waist in a heartfelt attempt at squeezing an answer out of you. “come on, i’m at the edge of my seat here.”

you laughed, taking his hand off and then into your own, as you guided him out of the kitchen and to the living room. the sweet smell was dizzying now. plus your legs hurt from the squatting earlier. you needed some place to snuggle yourself into. preferably, your couch. 

“my family could never afford stuff, so it hasn’t been a thing since…” a yawn escaped your lips as you found comfort into the embrace of jason’s arms. his broad chest was a pillow you never asked for, and these days, you found it to be the best solace your head demanded for. “i guess when i was eight?”

“oh,” jason realized, then began stroking the side of your head as an apology. “i didn’t mean to pry or—“

“it’s no big deal.” in between his caresses, you quickly tilted your head back to press a kiss to his palm—a measurement to dispel his worries. “i’ve spent a longer part of my life not celebrating it, so it’s just a norm now! honestly, i didn’t even notice that my birthday was coming up until you mentioned it to me.”

closing your eyes, images of your family appeared in soft, fading blurs. they smiled through gritted teeth, as did you, and sweated through hard labor of work that managed to put food on a table. “and i also don’t blame my parents, if that’s what you’re thinking. i did at first, but shit happens.” 

though, never a cake.

“you really do nothing since then, though? not even cook yourself dinner or something?” the affection caresses spread to your cheeks and the warmth pulled at the corners of your mouth into a smile.

“i did once,” you shifted to connect your warmth to his. in midst, you were reminded that the smell of jason’s cologne will always triumph over the scent of your cookies. “but it just kind of made things sad, to be honest. it felt weird.” 

“but you celebrated my birthday.” the memories warmed him. “for someone who never celebrated their own, you sure knew how to throw a great party.” laughter, a delicious dinner, and drink shenanigans echoed in passing. “even if it was only us.”

you chuckled at the irony of it all, satisfied that you’ve managed to impress your boyfriend despite your inexperience. 

“well,” glancing up, you then held jason’s doting stare, collected it into your soul, and then sealed it into a vault.

“that’s because i love you.” 

the stroll from your car and to your apartment seized all the energy left in you. aside from carrying bags of groceries, the heavy weight slowly drained your arms of life, the long day of work had a major factor to your exhaustion. awaiting approvals while you were approaching a tight deadline was never ideal, but luckily it got extended, so you can sleep a teensy-bit better tonight. 

grunting, your veins pulsed when you lifted the heavy bags with one arm to punch in the code to your keypad, refusing to be defeated by packs of frozen fruit, greek yogurt, jason’s protein powder, and his mandatory cereal boxes. the beep and green light compelled a satisfied noise out of you and you immediately bouldered into your apartment, stumbling through the garden of your shoes and jason’s, and into the kitchen within a single, hurried stride.

“jase?!” you grunted loud from below, setting the groceries down as soon as the handles pressed into a certain spot in your vein that made you wince. jason’s voiced boomed from above. 

“yeah?!”

as much as you hated it when jason left his soda out, today would be an exception. you downed it in one dreamy gulp, and you could feel your body absorb the sugars, working overtime to churn it into energy afterward.

“can you put the groceries back for me?! i want to go shower!” the kitchen sink alleviated some of that humidity built atop your hands, but you needed it off your body.

“yeah!” jason shouted out. “i’ll be down in a sec!” 

it took you a moment, still high from the amount of energy you’ve exerted within the short amount of time, but the air smelled sweetly familiar. of vanilla, brown sugar, a hint of cinnamon, you sniffed out. 

must’ve baked the cookies i froze for him. you looked around, a sudden desperate need for another ounce of sugar in your body after your commendable performance today. 

and of course, he ate them all.

as soon as you came up the stairs, jason met you outside with a kiss—a password to your bedroom, you’d reckon.

your arms opened up for a hug. “they didn’t have the flavor you wanted, so i—“ but embracing the body of your lover, they were immediately occupied by a pile of your clothes for the night.

“yeah, yeah! that’s fine.” jason began nudging, then pushing you to the bathroom, scrunching his face. “you stink, go shower.”

“wait, why are you acting—“ bewilderment passed you as you stumbled back, and your curiosity was met by more push back, literally. the latter looked nerved, unusually antsy, and that was never a good sign. “jason, are you okay—“

“uh-huh, yeah! yeah, yeah. fine.” before you could even get another question out, the door slammed shut. “wash up! i’m gonna put the groceries back!”

oooookay..?

it took a few beats to register what exactly happened, but all of it was buried to the back of your mind as soon as you started the shower. refreshing and cooling as that soda you downed earlier.

damn, i should’ve restocked on that…

the cold draft cooled your damp skin when you stepped out the bathroom, releasing harbored humidity, and your stress for the day left along with it.

“hey,” your voice echoed while you stepped downstairs, expecting jason to either be on the couch or in the kitchen, most likely eating away at your snacks. “what do you want to eat for dinner—“

“jason?” instead, you were met with complete darkness—well, as dark as it could be while impending dusk approached your windows.

he wasn’t on the couch, entertainment-free. 

you stepped into the kitchen. not there, either. the groceries were put away, but the plastic bags were scattered around the floor. not a single soul, a whisper, or a sound, except for the crinkle of the bags as you stashed them into your recyclables.

either the shower cleared your sinuses, or jason plugged in a new wall fragrance, because the smell was sweeter compared to before. chocolate in its new top note, and vanilla, again, in its base. 

it was strange, you checked the oven. though it was warm, nothing was out of place. then the fridge, nope—jason didn’t stash any leftovers there. once again, catalogued the entire kitchen, suspiciously nothing.

you figured you’ll ask jason about it later, whenever he would come back, but for now, your priority was satiating that grumble in your stomach. as you browsed through your fridge for ingredients after turning on the lights, the cooling air wafted the sweetness away, only for it to return stronger.

and just as quick as the smell of chocolate returned, the lights flickered off.

“what the—“ you turned, and your curiosity was immediately startled by the presence of the missing man. “jesus, jason. where were—“

the only source of light that lit the room came from a soft yellow blur that flickered near jason’s chin. gentle, then not so when he took a step. another waver of light when the draft caught onto the light as he approached you. the light grew bigger, flickered stronger, as if it was connected to your heart and memorized every beat, and the smell of chocolate was pleasantly stringent to your nose.

cake. 

it was a chocolate cake all along, and jason held it with a smile that had been shadowed by the candle. anxiously, you’ve never seen him wore it with a grin before, but it made your heart skip another beat, then two when he confessed.

“happy birthday,” the dark of your orbs refracted the candlelight, yellow and orange light reunited with a wave, several excited waves as if they’ve lost you, and the smoke burning off it cooled the impending wetness of your eyes.

“what— what is this?” your breath hiked, and the candles found it calming, like the sea breeze as it brushed against them—through them. “what are—“

it felt like an eternity since you’ve been celebrated. no, it had been an eternity.

tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as you felt years pass by, heard the cries of a child that received nothing. 

the first year, it was because you were expecting of it. a gift that was never promised, but your hands were bare of nothing. 

the second year, it was hope. something that clung onto because you were promised something. 

the third year. it was denial. it had to be this year, right? you rocked yourself to sleep the night before.

the fourth year. anger. you screamed as if a gift was the only testament in the world to truly display a parent’s love for their child. 

then, the fifth year. acceptance. 

and since, you’ve matured, learned why, and thought it was for the better.

“make a wish,” jason said calmly, breaking you from the spell of your own thoughts.

“what?” you croaked weakly.

years of sheltering your birthday made you clueless, but luckily, jason was here to teach you—to remind you.

“make a wish, then blow.” as much as he wanted to hold you right now, he couldn’t risk his hard work dropping to the floor.

“oh—“ you did as you were told. you wished silently, closing your eyes until another swell of tears were forced to roll out, then blew. 

when jason turned the lights back on, the sight of the cake pulled a laugh out of you. slanted in its position, chocolate smeared all over the cake board, thick icing to cover up the mistakes, you laughed until you wiped tears.

“did you bake this for me?” you snickered, taking the cake and setting it down, because you needed to hug him, embrace him, squeeze him.

“god,” jason laughed, pressed a kiss to your head as he took you in with a strong hug. “if i bought a cake that looked like that, i’d demand two refunds. one for the cake, and one for the happiness they swindled from me.”

“i told you not to, though!” you playfully beat at his chest, the blush on your cheeks pulled a smile wider than you have ever felt, than jason had ever seen. “why?”

“because,” he sighed, then pressed his forehead to yours, holding your damp gaze like it was a prayer. the tension in both your bodies go limp, and he held you closer, worshipping you until he became besotted in your smell, your voice, your gaze, your touch.

“because,” jason repeated, and you held his cheeks, caressing his rough skin.

until even your existence wouldn’t be enough to sober him.

“because i love you.”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[strawberryblue-blog]

She's mine too 2. —Mason Mount

summary: After nine months you beloved daughter comes into the world (plus a surprise). first part.

warning: no. pregnancy, newborn.

word count: +2.5k.

#SEXYNOTE: Happy belated birthday to Mason. Love you babe 🩵

A strong pang in your belly made you cry out desperately as you prayed that this pain would end soon.

And very soon it would. Or at least you hoped it would.

Sweat was pouring down your forehead as you sighed tiredly trying to calm your cravings. You were in the clinic room holding your mother's hand as you prayed that your boyfriend would walk through the door right now.

Damn Mason! right now you wanted to scream at him to come in. You were desperate and emotions were playing against you.

"Honey, we have to come in" your mother was saying with that pleading look. At least two hours ago you had been having endless cramps and contractions but you didn't want to do it without Mason.

"Daddy will come, baby. Don't worry" you stroked your growing belly but the baby didn't seem to like it and pushed on your belly again.

A gasp came out of your mouth as the contractions began to get stronger. Your daughter or son wanted to come out and although you were more than excited, you wanted Mason to be here when his first child came into the world.

The nurse came back into the room taking your wheelchair, ready to take you to the delivery room. You begged her to wait but she warned you that they couldn't wait any longer. So you left her, you knew Mason would arrive.

"It will be now, my baby will be born now" you whispered in pain trying to take it in.

It's been exactly nine months since you carried this baby and you couldn't help but get nostalgic remembering everything you'd been through. You had suffered so much during the pregnancy but now you didn't want him to come out, you were terrified but excited at the same time.

Like the day you fainted in the office and were assisted, the same day you found out you were pregnant. Or when you told Mason about your pregnancy, you could still clearly remember him almost fainting. Or when you first came to the doctor's office and heard your baby's heartbeat.

Tears trickled down your cheeks, adorning your trembling, nostalgic, pained face. Your baby would be born in a matter of minutes and your feelings were a bundle of unrest. Mason was still a no-show and the nurses were already preparing you for your natural delivery.

"We can't wait any longer" the obstetrician warned, walking toward you. "The baby is literally about to walk out only if its mother doesn't start pushing" everyone in the room laughed, including you. But then you groaned screaming through another contraction.

Your body was sore and you knew it was time, but you couldn't help but feel a little sad to notice that Mason still wasn't here. You didn't want him to miss this, you needed to have him by your side now more than ever. He had put this in here for you himself, now he had to be when he came out.

You nodded in tears, sighing loudly to settle your thoughts, the process was about to begin and you were shaking with nerves.

When the doctor told you to do it, you did your best work pushing your son between screams and desperate cries. Your mother held your head and kissed your forehead as you continued to do your job.

Your strength was getting weaker and weaker and the doctor's instructions made you desperate, you didn't want to play this game anymore. It was really painful.

"Very good, mommy. Push again, you are doing very well" he ordered again and you did it in pain.

You closed your eyes for a moment thinking about Mason and your son, trying to gather all the strength you could, it was right now. A popping sound made you open them and when your eyes focused on the door, there it was.

Your partner was running to your gurney, holding your hand quickly as he apologized endlessly kissing your sweaty forehead. You were a mess right now but Mason having arrived had made it even better.

"Here I am" he whispered in your ear, all the pain your body was in was now gone. "You're doing great, my love. Keep it up" he stroked your wet hair, with a smile.

"It's really happening" you cried as his hands caressed your cheeks.

Mason nodded excitedly. "You're going to do great, honey."

"Right now, push" the doctor said again, and with all the strength you had, you did as he asked.

You wanted to hold your baby in your arms right now, to see him for the first time, to hear him for the first time, to hold him for the first time.

A loud shriek of crying flooded your ears and Mason squeezed your hand, getting up from the spot to approach the doctor. You lifted your head as best you could and now you saw your baby, in the hands of the woman smiling down at you, as a nurse approached with a blanket to cover him.

Mason turned his head towards you and you could see the tears come out of his eyes, like you had never seen before. The sparkle in his eyes mingled with the glass of his tears, he had a proud smile on his lips.

"Here I bring you your little girl" said the nurse approaching, depositing it in your hands.

A little girl, yes it was a little girl! Mason kissed your cheek to pull away as the nurse handed him his daughter. For a few seconds your world came to a standstill. Mason spun around with his watery eyes and big smile, staring at your baby. He kept looking at her as he walked towards you, you smiled through tears at the sight of your two favorite people. She slowly caressed her hands and came back to you, looking at you with those eyes to hand you your daughter.

The feeling of holding her in your arms was unlike anything you could ever feel, it was so magical and exciting that you couldn't help but shed tears of happiness. You smiled widely looking at your little girl. So small, so delicate, so special. Your little girl who for the first time rested in your arms as her father approached her holding her tiny hand.

"She's a girl" you whimpered to your boyfriend. Mason hugged you by the shoulders.

"Hi baby" greeted Mason petting her. "This is mommy and the one talking to you is daddy" he indicated softly, his daughter shifted settling into your arms.

Your chest fluttered with excitement and happiness, feeling that everything you had suffered now made sense. Your daughter was finally in your arms, safe and sound.

"Hi little Lily" whispered Mason towards the baby. You had talked about possible names and Lily had been one of Summer's choices.

"My baby you are so precious" you said fascinated with your daughter.

"She's beautiful just like you" Mason joked and you laughed. Yes she did look just like you and that thrilled you.

A warm kiss on your forehead made you look at your boyfriend, the father of your daughter, the man you swore to spend your life with, your best friend, the love of your life, your other orange. Your everything.

"I'm so proud of you, my love" he complimented you, resting his forehead on yours. "You've given me everything I ever dreamed of" the tears came out of his eyes like waterfalls.

"I love you, Mason" you caressed your cheek with your free hand, he smiled.

"Me too, my love. Both of you" he kissed your forehead deliriously again and then that of his daughter.

(...)

The warmth of your sheets hugged your sleeping body, as you rested peacefully in your bed. A slight pressure in your belly made you groan, thinking it was Mason. But when it was still pressing against you, you opened your eyes, sighing as you heard whispers in the room.

"Mom!" a shriek greeted you from above your body as you opened your eyes. Your daughter was sitting on your belly, waiting for your answer.

"Good morning, Lily" you took her in your arms, snuggling her to you. The little girl began to whimper as you kissed her face all over.

"Stop whining! why when daddy does it to you don't you say anything, huh?" you scolded her, she laughed hiding in your arms.

"Daddy is making breakfast" she said settling into your chest. "Let's go, mommy."

You smiled happily proud of your four year old baby who was now a girl. She had a mix between the two of you and her beauty was as admirable as her heart. You had taken it upon yourselves to raise your daughter in the best way possible and you couldn't be prouder to be her mother along with Mason.

"Come on" you said getting out of bed. You grabbed your daughter off the bed, walking with laughter until you reached the kitchen.

"Good morning to my princesses" your handsome husband walked over to you, kissing your lips. Then, he did the same on your daughter's forehead.

"Daddy, mommy likes to sleep a lot" said the little girl earning a laugh from Mason and a grimace from you.

Since before she was born, your daughter was against you. And now after four years, she was still against you. How could she? You had carried her until the day she was born, her father had only done the least important thing. Still she adored Mason and you understood her, she was very attached to her father.

"Mommy's a slacker" he joked taking her little girl up to sit her in the chair and came over to kiss your lips in a touch greeting.

"You two will always be against me won't you?" you asked offended, they looked at each other complicitly. Mason served breakfast to the little girl and you snorted. "I hope the baby is a boy otherwise it might turn out worse than I expected" you mentioned with a chuckle and suddenly Mason dropped the silverware.

"W-what do you mean?" stuttered Mason in surprise. His eyebrows were raised and he was trying to decipher what you had said.

Then you fell for it really, you just confessed. Oops the secret you had been carrying just a day ago wasn't so secret anymore. You had found out after some routine tests yesterday and you were excited to say it, since you were one month pregnant.

"What do you mean, y/n?" he said again and stood up from his chair looking at you seriously. Your daughter climbed into her chair, mimicking her father.

A shy smile escaped your lips as your cheeks began to boil. It was obvious you wanted to tell her but you hoped to do so at another, more appropriate time.

"Y-you're... pregnant?" he insisted as he noticed your actions, you nodded softly. A silence followed.

"I found out yesterday" you said. "Surprise" you joked grimacing. The little girl looked at her father in confusion and then looked at you. Mason still didn't say anything, he was so surprised.

"A baby brother?" the little girl asked covering her mouth when you nodded.

Mason's smile widened and you could finally breathe easy. He ran to you, wrapping you in his warm arms, pulling you tight against him.

"You just made me for the third time the happiest man in the world" he kissed your lips deeply, bringing one of his hands to your ass to squeeze it affectionately.

"Get ready because until we have all the team, i don't plan to stop" he whispered in your ear and kissed your lips again.

"Don't even think about it, Mount" you pointed out denying yourself. You wanted more kids but Mason was crazy if he wanted a team.

You heard a squeal from his daughter getting out of her chair and running to you.

"Daddy, Mommy, i'm going to have a baby brother!" the little girl pushed Mason until she was between you.

Lily hugged your waist tightly depositing her head on your belly. You stroked her brown hair as Mason kissed your forehead softly. He looked at you with a proud gaze and those sparkling eyes that made you fall in love. You were happy to be a mother again with the love of your life, now, your husband.

"Mom, did you swallow my brother like you swallowed me?" he questioned in his little voice. You looked at your husband blaming him, since he had made up that story when he asked about your birth and now he would get away with it.

Mason hid a laugh lifting the little girl up to hug you.

"That's right sweetie, in a few months mommy will spit it out too just like she spit you out" Mason teased, walking over to help you sit in the chair.

"Daddy, i want to swallow a baby too!" she squealed trying to climb on your legs. Now you laughed. Mason scrunched up his face.

You loved your family and were proud of them. it was your biggest dream come true and now you were ready for the new adventure.

[i05wook]

NOW LOADING... 守りたい

PAIRING: SHEN RICKY X GN! READER

GENRE: ANGST, FLUFF, NON-IDOL AU, DOCTOR AU

SUMMARY: WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SUFFER AN INDESCRIBABLE EVENT THAT SHOCKS YOU TO THE CORE? RICKY IS ALWAYS THERE TO PROTECT YOU.

WORD COUNT: 700+ WORDS

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF INJURIES, MENTIONS OF NIGHTMARES, READER IS A PARAMEDIC, MENTIONS OF CAR CRASHES, MENTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS, MENTIONS OF NIGHTMARES, AND POSSIBLY MORE.

AUTHORS' NOTES: ONCE AGAIN I'M BACK AFTER A COUPLE OF MONTHS AWAY FROM MY BLOG, BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE INCREDIBLE RICKY FROM ZB1!! THE TITLE WAS INSPIRED BY A NEW WORD I LEARNT RECENTLY IN JAPANESE AND I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE PERFECT TITLE FOR SOMETHING RICKY BASED!!

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15th May 2024. Work had been incredibly busy, and only 2 hours of your 12 hour shift had passed. You and your partner had only just reached a lull in emergencies or so you thought. They always say don’t think its too quiet when in your line of work, and that’s exactly what you did, and now you’ve jinxed it. The transponder in your vehicle began to ring, and you were soon assigned an emergency to respond to. You were only a few minutes from the incident, so you turned on the emergency lights and headed towards the location you were given. You had only received a few minor details about the incident; it was a road traffic collision involving two cars and that there were three casualties, all male, and the driver off one of the cars had gone through a red light at a junction causing the collision. You arrived relatively quickly to the scene and began to assess one of the casualties, he seemed to only have a few cuts and bruises to his chest and hands, presumably caused by the airbag in the front of the car which deployed on impact. You detailed this to another crew member who had just arrived to the scene and headed to assess the other casualties. That was until you noticed a head of bleach blonde hair marred red with blood in the back of the vehicle. The side of the vehicle, a sprinter van, had been absolutely crushed upon impact, and you guessed that whoever made the call to the emergency services had not realised the additional casualty at the back of the vehicle. He looked in a bad way. As he lay there unconscious, the bone of his left arm, pierced his milky skin, that was now black and blue upon the injury he had sustained. Blood stained his white undershirt suggesting he had incurred an injury there as well. Finally you decided to address the possibility of facial injuries following the impact of the accident, and that was when you realised it was your beloved boyfriend. His face littered with open wounds and fragments of glass from the shattered window that was beside him.

Upon your realisation, you dropped to your knees, tears running down your flushed cheeks. Panic began to set in, your breathing became laboured as you began to hyperventilate. How could this have happened to you? You had only been speaking to him moments before you received the call, and he was awake and uninjured. Thoughts were racing through your head as you began to feel dizzy, and soon enough it all went black. You shot up out of your bed, sweat dripping from your forehead and neck. Your pillow was soaked wet through with a mixture of sweat and tears. You leant over to check your phone to see the date. It read 16th May 2024. Immediately you knew you had to dial Ricky’s number to quell your fears. His phone rang once, then twice, and by the third call your mind had told you that what you thought was a dream was your new reality. That was until Ricky picked up on the fifth ring. By this point however, your mind had worked itself up like it had in your nightmare, and you felt as though someone was sitting on your chest.

Your lack of an answer when Ricky picked up the call must have worried him, as he called out your name to prompt an answer, but you were too busy focusing on your breathing. Your hand shaking so much your phone cluttered to the floor likely creating a large crash on Ricky’s side of the line. Several minutes passed and a loud knock on your front door brought you to your senses. You clambered yourself together before rushing to the front door. As soon as you opened the door, Ricky enveloped your trembling body in his arms, bringing you as close to his warm body as he could. “It’s okay darling, you’re safe now. Everything’s alright.” Ricky tried to calm you down. Your small hands grasped tightly onto Ricky’s freshly pressed blazer, creasing the collar. But Ricky wasn’t bothered by that, he was more worried what had caused you to become so worked up. He slowly walked into your apartment closing the front door behind him before walking to your bedroom, still holding you tightly to his chest. He pulled the pair of you down on to your bed and began to play with your hair, your head leaning on his chest. After several minutes, you slowly began to calm down after reaching up to touch his face to make sure he was in fact there and not a figment of your imagination. Soon enough, you began to fall back into a trouble free sleep, but Ricky couldn’t help but be worried about you. His hand constantly running through your hair. He can always find out what happened to you the following morning. “I want to protect you, darling,” you heard, before you drifted off in to a peaceful sleep.

[sherlockig]

"Will this be moon love, nothing but moon love Will you be gone when the dawn comes stealing through? Are these just moon dreams, grand while the moon beams? But when the moon fades away, will my dreams come true? Much as I love you, don't let me love you If I must pay for your kiss with lonely tears, say it's not moon love Tell me it's true, say you'll be mine when the moon disappears..." - Frank Sinatra

Happy birthday my dear Ara @stedebonnets 💗 I am so happy to share this fandom space with you and we are all richer from having you as a beloved mutual and friend 💗 You spread positvity and kindness wherever you go and i wish you only the best 💗 Thank you for being the amazing contribution to my corner of the fandom and for blessing us with your gifs and yourself 💗

[superiorsturgeon]

Schnarkos: Weiss’s Birthday Serenade

Weiss: 😴

Weiss: *yawns and stretches, feeling around on either side of herself in bed* 🥱

Weiss: *feels empty bed*

Weiss: *sits up in empty bed* …Pyrrha…? Jaune…?

Weiss: *slides out of bed and pulls on bathrobe* Where could they be…?

Weiss: *steps into hallway*

????: 🎶…blue jean baby…🎶

Weiss: What was that?

????: 🎶…Atlas lady…🎶

Weiss: Pyrrha…? *turns around, looking for the source of the music*

???/???: 🎶 …seamstress for the band~! 🎶

Weiss: …Jaune…? *walks through her house, following music*

Jaune/Pyrrha: 🎶 …pretty eyed…pirate smile…you’ll marry a music maaaan~! 🎶

Weiss: Where are you? *walks faster*

Pyrrha: 🎶 Ballerina…you must’ve seen her…dancing in the sand…! 🎶

Jaune: 🎶 Now she’s in me…always with me…tiny dancer in my hand~!🎶

Weiss: …are those instruments? What’s going on? *starts walking faster towards the front door*

Jaune/Pyrrha: 🎶 But oh how it feels so real, lying here, with no one near…only you…and you can hear me…🎶

Weiss: *puts on slippers*

Jaune: 🎶…when I say softly…🎶

Weiss: *grabs doorknob*

Pyrrha: 🎶…slowly…🎶

Weiss: *opens door*

Jaune/Pyrrha: *standing on a makeshift stage on Armored Angel back patio, singing into a microphone, surrounded by RBYNROE backing them up with various instruments*

Jaune/Pyrrha: 🎶 Hold me closer, tiny dancer…Count the headlights on the hiiiiighwaaaaayy…! 🎶

Weiss: *mouth hanging open in shock/embarrassment* 😳

Jaune/Pyrrha: 🎶…lay me down in sheets of linen… 🎶

Jaune/Pyrrha: 🎶 …you had a busy day todaaaaaayyyy…! 🎶

Oscar: *pulls a cord, unfurling a big banner reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEISS!!!” behind the stage*

Neighbors: *looking out their windows and doors at the spectacle of Weiss in her bathroom being serenaded by impromptu orchestra* 🤨

Weiss: *covers her mouth with her hands, torn between embarrassment and tears of joy* …Pyrrha…Jaune…! I’ve never seen something so sweet and embarrassing…! 🥹 😭

Whitley: *breaks into piano solo* 😎

Pyrrha: *hops down and kisses Weiss’s forehead as she buries her beet-red face in her hands* Happy birthday, beloved! 😘

Jaune: *kisses Weiss’s hair* You’re our tiny dancer, Weiss! We love you! 😁

Weiss: *still hiding* I can’t believe you did all this for my birthday! It’s so ridiculous! Everyone is staring…! How did you arrange all this?!

Jaune: …well, we’ve been sneaking in a little extra time after training sessions! 😅

Pyrrha: We’ve been rehearsing for weeks! 😁

Weiss: …this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me…! What did I do to deserve you both…? 😭

Pyrrha: …well…your brother is about to finish his solo…

Jaune: …since everyone is already staring…? *gestures towards the microphone*

Weiss: 🫣

Weiss: …you’re all so ridiculous! I love you so much…! 😭

Jaune/Pyrrha: *lift their Tiny Dancer girlfriend up on the stage*

Jaune/Pyrrha: *climb up on either side and kiss Weiss’s cheeks simultaneously* 😙

Weiss: 🥰

Oscar: *conducting as RBYNRE build up for the chorus*

Weiss/Jaune/Pyrrha: *holding hands* 🎶 HOLD ME CLOSER, TINY DANCER~! 🎶

[thesassypadawan]

Beloved Master *Fragmented* (Unburnt Darth Vader x FemPadawan Reader)

Summary: A dream? Was it really all just a dream? Or maybe…it’s a second chance? A second chance to set things right, to bring him back. (A ‘What if’ to Beloved Master, where Anakin’s padawan fights to bring him back from the dark side.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of some violence and mention of character death. Padawan reader is of age.

Note: Read Beloved Master First

Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

A little something for @jediskywalkerblog ! It was truly a pleasure to write this! As soon as I read your ask, I knew exactly what do! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it! ❤️

“I love you too, Lord Vader.”

As the words fell from your lips, the world began to shift…distort. Until it was all fragmented…then faded into darkness.

“Little one… Little one…” A voice rang out. One you hadn’t heard in quite some time. One you thought no longer existed. “Little one, don’t listen to him!”

Your eyes snapped open. Dazed and confused, you tried to take in your surroundings. Orange skies. Cries of agony and pain all around you. The temple engulfed in flames. And a distraught looking…

“Master Kenobi!” You exclaimed in disbelief. Shocked and horrified as the events of that dreadful night slowly unfolded in front of you once more. “What are you-”

“Now’s not the time!” Obi-Wan yelled; tugging on your arm, trying to lead you away from the chaos. “You need to come with me! We must-”

A familiar presence, a blaze of blue light. Only this time…you met it with your own burning yellow. “Nooo!”

Catching him off guard, you had sent Anakin stumbling backwards with a force push. A mix of anger and confusion etched on his face. “What are you doing?!”

Straightening yourself up, you swallowed hard. “Bringing you back.” And without a second thought, you ignited the other half of your saber.

You flew at him, easily falling into step with one another. Clash after clash. Spark after spark. Sizzling endlessly as yours repeatedly came down against his.

Back and forth, the two of you continued this dance. Eyes reflecting each other’s pain…remorse…desperation. As you both fought with your all.

Every swing, every blow sent waves of raw emotions down your bond. Threatening to tear your hearts apart.

Twisting quickly, you knock the saber from his hands. Sending it sailing through the air, leaving him defenseless.

“Well done, angel,” Ani muttered. Bowing his head in defeat as he dropped to his knees.

Chest heaving, tears cascading down your cheeks. You nodded in acknowledgement, saying softly. “I learned from the best.”

Deactivating your own saber, you joined him on the ground. Hands reaching out shakily, pulling him into a tight embrace.

You felt him hesitate for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around you. Burying his face into the side of you neck, sobbing. “I’m…I’m s-so sorry! I…I…”

“It’s okay, it’s over now,” you whispered, hands rubbing soothingly up and down his back. “All that matters is you came back to me. That-”

“You came back to us,” Obi-Wan added. A hint of relief in his voice as he came to stand behind you. “And I do believe that this belongs to you.”

You didn’t need to see to know that Obi had returned his saber. “Thank you, master. For always having faith in me, for being so…naïve.”

Because the sound of it igniting and the painful cry that followed after told you so.

“Ani,” you spoke slowly. “What have you done?”

“I did what was necessary,” he replied nonchalantly.

Untangling himself from your hold, he stood. Yellow eyes staring down at you menacingly; his hand outstretched, waiting for yours. “It’s all going to be okay; you’re safe, my empress.”

You knew you should be terrified. That you should be completely, utterly distraught…disgusted with yourself. Instead you took his hand and stepped over the cold, lifeless body of the man you both had fondly called ‘father’. “Light the way, my lord.”

As the words fell from your lips, the world began to shift…distort. Until it was all fragmented…then faded into darkness.

“Hatari… Hatari…” A voice rang out. One you love so dearly. One you dread so thoroughly. “Hatari, are you all right?”

Your eyes snapped open. Dazed and confused, you tried to take in your surroundings. Silken sheets. The sound of a fire crackling in the hearth. Ominous red light trickling between a crack in the lavish bed chamber curtains. And a concerned looking…

“Ani?” You asked groggily. Body feeling heavy as you tried to push yourself up into a seated position. “What’s-”

“Little one okay too?” He muttered softly… “He’s not kicking you too hard, is he?” …placing his hand on your very swollen stomach.

A familiar chill ran down your spine, the realization setting in. That it was only a dream, that this was your one and true fate. Forever at your beloved master's husband’s side…no matter what.

Fighting back the tears, your hands joined his. Fingers lacing with his, tracing the small flutters across your stretched skin. “Everything is fine. I love you, Lord Vader.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @loverforoldermen

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Day.23 ~ Let's make a fire ~ Hallowtober

Pyro x girlfriend!reader

warning : kiss, fluff, no use of Y/n

Summary : Even if it wasn't quite Halloween yet you could still play a few pranks and you'd do anything for sweets, especially if you'd been in one for decades and hadn't even tasted the sweetness of a chocolate bar. Something she would change while her beloved Pyro would light her way through the night.

info : Yeah I'm sure Pyro missed Halloween and the dark October so let's give him something sweet ;)

masterlist

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Heat, heat was something he seemed to feel only on himself, not that he minded, his whole life had to do with heat, heat that came from fire and had been with him ever since he thought about this unjust world.

But the sun, it was not andbient the fire he enjoyed, especially not when he feared at any moment his bowels might leave his body with a thought of his boss who only needed him for his strength-she had only needed everyone for their strength.

Even though he had a deal, even though Logan had suddenly appeared, not the one he knew, and even though he saw himself lying crushed to death on the floor, he could finally feel coolness again.

A coolness one night when he was finally out of the Void, finally out of the nightmare thanks to her, his love, his life…the hope he had clung to and which had paid off when he saw her in the portal that showed a city and she had pulled him out. ,,It's still strange to be back," he murmured again, having said it many times over the last few weeks as he had to get used to not only the changed world but also the situation for mutants and opponents, it seemed as if the words of his former professor would become realities.

But he didn't care too much, he spent every minute with his love outside or in the flat, he never wanted to go back to this emptiness and was happy when he did everyday things like shopping or watching the news, making phone calls and going to the cinema, ,,We have all the time in the world…and John you are safe promise" she had answered again and again and taking his hand he felt his warmth as he made the flame of a candle dance and little birds flew around.

As much as she thought it was cute how he was happy about the smallest thing and just glad to be back, she knew that he had not only missed birthdays but that he had missed all the festivities and no one had been waiting for him except for her and a few old friends.

Old friends they had met before school, hugs and tears had happened but despite everything she realised how John had changed, he had found his place, had a family with her, someone to be with and that was the only thing he wanted.

Magneto and everything that had happened two decades ago was behind him and her heart beat faster with joy not only when she saw his own changes but also when she heard the tapping of keys on her laptop and watched him more and more often as his writing career returned with the onset of autumn.

,,You are the blossoming rose in the snow at night, you saved me from the cold that froze me in infinite eternity," he said as she saw him tighten his grip on the paper in his hands. It was part of a poem he wanted to submit to the local newspaper with the onset of october to maybe get a job.

Giving him a gentle look, she took his hands and kissed him on the tip of his nose, ,,This is beautiful John, it fills my heart and soul just because of you," she admitted seeing the warmth in his eyes turn to love and devotion as he engaged her in a kiss and her warmth matched his.

A warmth that only grew into a joy as she noticed how John had been writing more and more since he was accepted, looking forward to the fabled Halloween, his favourite day of the year, the day when he could live out all that he was someone in a mask, someone scary, evil but also romantically dark like his stories and poems...but most of all he liked the sweets.

One thing she'd seen him do many times was buy a little more candy than he needed, not only because he was afraid someone would take it away from him but also because he loved the candy, ,,It's Halloween on the thirty-first and I thought we could do some sweet or sour touring," she suggested, hearing the delighted sound as he pulled her into a huddle and John immediately set about making costumes and finding new ways to use his fire.

She had to smile when she saw a phoenix-like costume on him with feathers and wings that he had made himself and she herself as a Frankenstein's bride was simply classic and they both went out into the street on the cool October evening, ,,This is so beautiful," said John, who saw the street and the many pumpkin lanterns, ghosts and gravestones was so much more than just inspiration for him.

The couple walking the streets and houses chatted a little and especially the children loved his fire trix from the phoenix falcon magic to the dancing ghosts and pumpkins it was a spectacle for everyone but most of all it was the sweets as a reward they got too with a few talks and performances their pockets were full.

Even though he thought they were going home, she had another idea and decided to go to the hill of the city where there was a bench and the two of them sat down there, his hand on hers and her head on his shoulder, looking at the illuminated city and the full moon that hovered over them while flames lit up the surroundings.

,,Thank you my heart this is the best thing I've ever had in my life" she heard his voice and looked into a face covered in make-up and smiles, a smile she returned and he pulled her into a kiss between sweetness and happiness it was love that they both tasted as the flames became hearts and they knew that not only were they finally together again but John could finally feel the joy of Halloween again.

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[gyulovly]

best show ೄྀ࿐

word count: 2.6k+

genre: smut w/ very little plot

synopsis: its his birthday and reader want to please him, indulging into one of his fantasies of fucking in front of an audience <3

warnings: exhibition, taehyun has a fat dick, dirty talk, use of nicknames (love/slut/baby/princess/good girl), cream pie, overstimulation (f.receiving), cum eating, blowjob, brief face fucking, degradation (f.rec), dacryphilia?? (adding it just incase)

a/n: im so sorry this is just plain filth losjdjsj

happy birthday to our beloved tyunie <3

this is also dedicated to Fall my love for being absolutely supportive and excited when she heard i was writing again after a long time (*ˊᵕˋ*)

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭ feedback is encouraged * ੈ♡‧₊˚

Kang Taehyun, a man who was logical and talented in many ways, always somehow managed to surprise you with new information, be it trivial information about the sun or matter-of-fact conversations of kinks; your boyfriend somehow managed to make you feel dumb for being surprised when he mentioned being an exhibitionist, it’s been something he wants to try for a while now.

Something you’ve been hesitant to agree to.

Although, it’d be a lie to say the thought of being watched hasn’t crossed your mind on several occasions whenever the two of you fucked since then.

Taehyun knew it, too, the way you’d squeeze tightly around the base of his cock before coming undone whenever he mentioned being watched and calling you a slut for enjoying every bit of it.

“my pretty little slut, enjoys the thought of being watched while I fuck this tight hole of hers,” he says through harsh thrusts; a heavy cry of pleasure fills the room as you grip the sheets beneath you cumming around his cock.

Taehyun’s hips rut relentlessly into yours, helping you through your high.

“ng- tae please,” tears threatening to spill from overstimulation,

“imagine what others would think if they saw me fuck you this good in bed, love” he leans down to kiss away your tears. His word was self-indulgent, but he knew you liked it from the way you squeezed against his throbbing length

“fuck—”

Taehyun was also close, his thrusting pattern getting sloppier with each stroke.

“what would others say if they saw your pretty little cunt filled up to the brim with cum” you quickly came around him for the second time milking his full length as he let out his load in you seconds later.

“You’re so pretty,” Taehyun watches your fucked out expression

“now, if only there were an audience,” you whine in embarrassment, hating that he knew you liked the thought by the way you clench around him so well.

“It’s okay, princess,” kissing your forehead before pulling out.

The loss of him left you feeling empty, hole gaping at nothing with only cum spilling out of you.

“open wide,” he says, collecting his essence mixed with yours in his fingers before fucking it into your mouth. Moaning at the taste as Taehyun watches you lick his digits clean.

“You’re such slut, you know that?” he taunts, smiling when you nod. He leans down again, kissing you to taste what’s left on your lips.

It's been a while since you last saw Taehyun, now that they're busy with promotions. But by some miracle, the boys had the weekend off, meaning you'd get to see each other knowing your boyfriend would prioritize you.

Just as you arrive at their dorms, loud screams can be heard from outside. There's never a day where nothing is going on in the tubatu dorms, and Tachyun's birthday was no exception.

"y/n, y/n, y/n" Kai exclaims, running behind you.

Apparently, Beomgyu thought it'd be a great idea to wake Taehyun up by giving him birthday punches and roped Huening in, only to abandon him inside the moment he realized it no longer was.

Caught between the two, Taehyun quickly pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

"Good morning, Tyun," you greet with a smile as he trades spots with you, trapping the maknae.

"Good morning, my love."

A scream from Kai quickly ensues as Taehyun takes care of him

"Hey, yIn" the rest say as you make your way to the living room where they were.

Yeonjun and Soobin are preoccupied in the kitchen cooking something up while Beomgyu having the time of his life seeing Kai struggle against your boyfriend.

“You're so evil for that" you tell him, taking a seat on their couch.

"It's what he gets for tricking me last time" he defends, snapping a photo you were sure he'd use for one of their birthdays on Twitter.

"Hey, you're going with us for dinner tonight, right?" Beomgyu asks

Taehyun mentioned last night how Gyu booked a fancy restaurant as his birthday gift.

"Yeah, it's for 9, right?"

"Yeah"

"Okay, perfect, we'll be sure to make it there."

"You guys better. The deposit was insane," Beomgyu emphasized the insane.

That's when Soobin and Yeonjun make their way over with some breakfast enough for everyone, saving you from having to hear Beomgyu's monologue.

"So where are you two love birds going" Yeonjun inquires, plopping by your side as he takes a spoon full of food.

"That's a surprise for only him to know."

"And what's this surprise of yours?" asks Taehyun, done dealing with Kai. Fully dressed up from head to two, ready to leave.

I’ll tell you when we go."

“We can leave now" he suggests taking your hand in his, eager to finally be with you after so long.

Bidding the boys goodbye, you wrap your arms around Taehyuns shoulders, bringing him down to you as soon as you are out the door.

"I thought about it for a while now," you say, leaning in,

"and I want to do it."

Taehyun knew exactly what you were pinning at, smiling widely at your response, excited for what’s to come.

It's been hours since the two of you arrived at the hotel you booked for the both of you, finally giving in to his desires.

Pressed against a glass window hole stuffed with cum now dripping down your thighs, pooling where you stand. You clench against nothing, missing the way you felt earlier, stuffed full with his thick cock stretching you beyond imagination.

"H-How much longer?" panting in between words.

Looking at Taehyun's reflection he quirked a brow, getting down on his knees between your legs,

"Longer?" kisses the swell on your ass before giving it a hard smack. "Baby, we just started," you whimper at his words, anticipating what he'd do.

Prodding at your messy entrance with two fingers, he scooped up his remaining essence smearing it all over your overly sensitive clit, smiling proudly at how your body reacted to his touches.

You looked beautiful, all fucked out, with hazy eyes and breathy moans fogging up the window in front. He wondered just how pretty you looked from outside your room for those watching the show going up in here.

The thought of your fucked out expression visibly seen through the looking glass as he fucks you mercilessly against it got him hard.

"Baby, I need you to do something for me," he says, pulling you down to your knees, a quick kiss on your lips as he gets up, standing at his full height. You were met with his hardened length.

"put on your best show for those watching, yeah?" he makes a makeshift ponytail guiding your face to his fat cock. Taehyun hissed when he saw you kiss his tip, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, mouth slightly agape, watching you leave kitten licks at his slit. It took a lot in him not to shove his entire length down your throat.

Gripping the base of his cock with your hands, you slowly worked your way down, leaving a trail of kisses alongside his thick vein.

"Fuck pretty, tease me any longer, and I might have to show them how well you can take my dick down your throat"

the heat between your thighs ached at the thought of it, squeezing them together for some sort of release.

Taehyun noticed and immediately shoved your knees apart, causing his length to smack your face as you grip onto his thighs for balance.

The sheer stretch of your pussy on display earned a long whine from you. He grips your head, pulling it back to his cock, tapping your lips to open up.

Taehyun guides his tip slowly, easing it into the warmth of your appendage, moaning loudly as your tongue works on the underside. He watches carefully, seeing you steadily breathe in through your nose, proud at how well you're taking him inch by inch.

"such a good girl.." the burning stretch you feel as your throat incases his thick length has tears spilling through your lashes. It was difficult to regulate your breaths as Taehyun tugged on your hair, pushing you past your limits.

"fuck, so so pretty baby," he groaned, looking down at you struggling to take all of him in, his other hand caressing you lovingly, encouraging you to take the rest. You relax your throat, allowing your jaw to adjust to his size and in one breath, you shove the rest down, nose touching the hilt of his abdomen.

Taehyun basks at this new sensation of your tight throat constricting around his entire length. He holds you there to adjust, hand still gripping your makeshift ponytail, taking in this moment. You looked absolutely beautiful, mouth stuffed with his fat cock, tears pooling from your pretty eyes, god he could release himself right there and have you choke on his cum.

But he won't.

You involuntarily gag around his length just as you are about to relax, causing him to buck into your mouth, eliciting a long moan.

"You ready, pretty?" he asks, earning a slight nod from you.

"Remember, pinch my thigh if it's too much, and well stop. Got it?"

You hummed around his cock in response, knowing your reward was near for being a good girl for him.

Taehyun shallowly fucks your face, lewd sounds quickly filling the room mixed with his moans as you continuously gag around his fat cock.

Globs of saliva pool around his shaft, dripping down your neck as he draws half his length out before roughly thrusting it back in.

The ache between your thighs grows with no method of temporary relief. Every short thrust has you gasping for air, Taehyun relentlessly fucking your face for release, as your pussy clenches onto nothing, only wanting to be stuffed full by his fat cock.

His hip bucks against your face, holding you in place, his full length down your throat throbbing violently.

Taehyun's hands find new purchase now, threading his fingers through your scalp- gripping you as he bends over. He was so fucking close, so so so close.

A throaty groan elicits from Taehyun as he cums inside, gasping at the way you choke around it, violently tapping his thighs to let you go. he pulls your face off his shaft, smiling that he just did that to you.

Watching you gasp for air and not spill one bit of his cum, lavishing at its taste, you stuck your tongue out to show him all of it was still there. Taehyun threw his head back at the sight of his essence pooling around your pretty mouth, earning you another loud moan from him.

"Can you swallow all that for me, love?" pulling your face closer by your chin. You nod eagerly, hands gripping hip thighs, maintaining eye contact as you close your mouth, swallowing everything. You stick your tongue out, showing him it's gone, waiting to expect. Taehyun lovingly pats your head, helping you back up to your feet.

The burning feeling of being on your knees for so long as you fall over; luckily, Taehyun has a good hold on your body. He presses you against the large glass, breast on full display clingy onto the new surface in front to see the view below; a couple of figures are clearly watching.

Your pussy gushes over nothing, and trails of your arousal fall to the floor. You were wetter than Taehyun anticipated, palming your slick folds.

"Looks like we got a few onlookers after your little act," he whispers into the crock of your neck, nipping at your flesh, leaving marks.

"Taehyun.. please, I can't any longer," you beg, attempting but failing to grip onto him.

He tugs your arms, locking them firmly against the window, with his chest pressing closely to your back.

His shaft shallowly fucking between your thighs, growing harder with each thrust knowing there'sthere's an audience below actively watching your every move.

"Shall we give them a finale?"

Arousal pooling at your core; you needed anything at this point.

"fuck, yes, anything... please!"

In a matter of seconds, Taehyun aligns himself at your slick folds, brutally trusting his entire length in one stroke to the base of his fat cock. The stinging stretch around his cock has you screaming in pleasure, finally being stuffed full.

"show them how good I make you feel, princess" rutting his hips into your cunt repeatedly, abusing your cervix.

You could barely see anything below, with tears blurring your vision.

Did someone just pull out their phone?

"fuck Tae-" you whine between heavy thrusts, legs shaking, barely able to hold yourself up any longer; having Taehyun use your hole on display for those watching below has your gummy walls clenching around him tighter.

"You like that, you slut," teeth gritting at each word, fucking you faster, "your cunt on display for everyone to see how well you take my fat cock being fucked against this window," you cry at the filth leaving his lips.

"Please." you're so close, begging him for release, eyes flying shut at the familiar feeling building at your core.

"fuck pretty, squeezing me so tightly you're gonna cum, yeah?" he grunts, finding purchase on your hips and ramming into you.

"gonna cum in front of all these people around my cock."

you squeeze his shaft crying as you come undone, panting heavily while he rides your high between your slick folds. Squelching sounds merging with your moans have Taehyun losing it. His rhythm falters at each mewl earned by you.

"All most there pretty," he groans, knowing you were spent the way you fall limp in his arms after multiple rounds. A few more trusts have Taehyun bottoming out, releasing his thick load inside; you cry at its warmth.

"You did so well," he praises, leaving loving kisses along your back, using his strength to hold you up.

Gently removing his length, you whine at the loss of him.

"Shh, I know, I know," he coos, attentive to how sensitive you are at the moment, watching you flinch as his essence runs down your thigh.

"Tyun.." you call out

"what is it love?"

"wanna lay down."

"of course, anything for you"

He carefully lifts you up, placing your body on the bed nearby. Lavishing against the cool sheets beneath, you watch as your boyfriend leaves your side, returning with a damp towel to clean you up.

"baby." you call out, beckoning for him once he finished.

Taehyun smiles, loving how needy you are after sex.

"What is it, my love?"

Carefully engulfing you in his arms, you look up at him loving reaching for his face and pressing your lips on his.

"Happy birthday Taehyun. I love you.

"I love you more," he says, bringing the covers over your bodies.

"Now get some rest." kissing the top of your head

"What about tonight?"

Taehyun tells you not to worry, rather lulling you to sleep. He didn't want you to exert yourself after all that.

Besides, he'd rather spend the rest of his night with you.

"EH?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN CAN'T MAKE IT??"

Beomgyu's loud voice echoes throughout the dorm, Zooming over to the living room where the rest of the boys are.

Taehyun texted saying something happened to y/n about her not feeling well," Soobin responds, looking back at the excuse your boyfriend sent.

Kai looked worried, wondering what could've happened for you to feel unwell when you were fine early.

"| hope she's alright..." he says, looking over at his members.

Beomgyu was distraught, wondering what would come of his deposit at the restaurant. Soobin was unbothered that dinner was cancelled, while Yeonjun's eyes were glued to his phone.

"Do you think she's okay, hyung?" Kai inquires, Soobin shrugs giving a dunno' look. While Yeonjun remained silent.

"Do you think something happened while they were on their date? Like she suddenly got hurt?"

Kai nudges Junie with his leg, curious as to what kept him preoccupied for him to not care.

Typically Yeonjun was the first to ask all the questions.

"Hm?" it was clear he paid no mind to what was being asked. Rather distracted by what was playing on his screen.

On it was a low-quality video of a woman being fucked against a window from above.

apparently it was trending all over twitter.

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