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deansbeer · 10 months ago

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Nerdy anakin 🙏🙏🙏

unexpected birthday surprise ⎯⎯ ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

⎯⎯ anakin's heartfelt birthday surprise leaves you feeling loved and cherished. and you were sure this day was one you'll never forget.

YAP SESH! forever thanking nai @st4rfckerz for nerd!anakin <3 & not entirely sure how you wanted this to turn out anon babe but i hope you enjoy!

୨ৎ HAYDEN'S LIBRARY.

it was your birthday, and as usual, you didn't have any special plans. growing up, your family had never really made a big deal out of birthdays, and now that you were on your own, the day often passed without much fanfare. but this year, things were a little different.

you shared a small apartment with your boyfriend, anakin, a brilliant but socially awkward computer science major who you'd met in one of your classes. anakin was hopelessly in love with you, and he had made it his mission to shower you with affection and attention, even when you protested that you didn't need or want to be spoiled.

as you walked through the front door of your shared apartment, you stopped short, eyes widening in surprise. the entire place was decorated with streamers, balloons, and a large "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”banner hung across the living room wall. soft music filled the air, and the aroma of something delicious wafted in from the kitchen.

"anakin?" you called out, your voice laced with confusion and a touch of panic. "what's going on?"

suddenly, anakin appeared from the kitchen, a wide grin plastered across his face. he was wearing a silly party hat and holding a cupcake with a single lit candle.

"surprise!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "happy birthday, my precious girl!"

you stared at him, mouth agape, as he approached you, holding the cupcake out towards you.

"i… i don't understand," you stammered, your eyes darting around the room. "you didn't have to do all this, honey."

anakin's face fell slightly, and he paused, his brow furrowing in concern. "but i wanted to," he said softly, his blue eyes searching your face. "i know how much you hate making a big deal out of your birthday, but i just… i wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much you mean to me."

you felt your heart swell with emotion, and before you could stop yourself, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. anakin's face fell further, and he quickly set the cupcake down on a nearby table, reaching out to take your hands in his.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "did i do something wrong? i'm sorry, i just thought–"

you shook your head quickly, squeezing his hands reassuringly. "no, no, baby, it's not that at all," you said, your voice soft. "it's just… no one's ever done anything like this for me before."

anakin's expression softened, and he reached up to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. "well, that's about to change," he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "because from now on, i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you never have another birthday without feeling special."

you felt a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over, and you surged forward, wrapping your arms around anakin's torso and burying your face in his chest. he immediately enveloped you in a warm, comforting embrace, holding you close as you let the tears flow.

"thank you, ani," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. "i love you so much."

"i love you too, babe," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "and i'm never going to stop showing you how much you mean to me."

after a few moments, you pulled back, wiping at your eyes with a sheepish smile. "okay, so what else do you have planned for my birthday celebration?" you asked, your voice light and teasing.

anakin's face lit up, and he practically bounced on the balls of his feet. "well, since you asked…" he said, grinning mischievously. "i made your favorite dinner, and i have a whole stack of your favorite movies ready to go. and of course, we can't forget the cake!"

he dashed back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a beautifully decorated cake, complete with your name written in icing. he set it down on the coffee table, then turned to you, his eyes shining with excitement.

"and that's not all!" he exclaimed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, neatly wrapped present. "i have a gift for you, too."

you felt your heart skip a beat as he handed you the package, and you carefully unwrapped it, your eyes widening as you revealed a beautiful silver necklace, with a delicate pendant in the shape of a flower, your favorite one at that.

"anakin, it's… beautiful," you breathed, running your fingers over the intricate design.

he beamed, reaching out to gently clasp the necklace around your neck. "i saw it and thought of you," he said softly, his fingers lingering on the pendant. "it's a little reminder for you," he gently points a finger at your chest. "to always know how brilliant and amazing you are."

you felt the tears welling up again, and this time, you didn't bother trying to hold them back. anakin's face fell again, and he immediately pulled you into another tight hug.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice now laced with concern. "was it something i said?"

you shook your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "no, anakin, you didn't do anything wrong," you assured him, your voice a little muffled. "these are happy tears, i promise."

you felt him relax, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

"good," he murmured, his voice filled with relief. "because i never want to be the cause of your tears, sweetheart. i just want to make you happy, always."

you pulled back, gazing up at him with a warm, loving smile. "you already do, my love," you said softly. "more than you'll ever know."

with that, you pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss, your hands tangling in his messy curls as you savored the feeling of his lips on yours. when you finally broke apart, you were both beaming, your foreheads resting together.

"happy birthday, baby," anakin whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

"thank you," you murmured, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "this is the best birthday i've ever had."

and as the two of you embraced, surrounded by the festive decorations and the delicious scent of anakin's homemade cooking, you knew that this was only the beginning of a lifetime of birthdays and celebrations spent together, making memories and building a future filled with love and happiness.

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 year ago

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Birthday Plans - Charles Leclerc

warnings - smut near the end, nothing too hardcore

The bright sunlight streaming through the curtains of yours and Charles' bedroom window disturbed Charles, and gently ushered him awake. He turned onto his side, expecting to see you lying beside him. Much to his disappointment, you weren't there.

"Baby?" he called out, but his voice was drowned out by the silence of your apartment. That was odd, he thought, since he hadn't noticed your departure. Normally, he would feel the temperature drop beside him and the bed would shift slightly, but he hadn't even realised.

Wanting to find you, he reluctantly pulled himself out of the warm and cozy confines of your bed, and padded through your apartment to find you. As he walked through the hall, he spotted random pieces of confetti sprinkled about the floor.

That was when it dawned on him. Checking his phone, he saw what day it was. 16/10/23. He couldn't believe that he'd actually forgotten that today was his birthday, and he realised exactly where you were. He also couldn't believe that you had let him forget.

For the past three years since you had been together, you had made his birthday the biggest deal of the year, without fail. Whether it be organising the biggest party he had ever been to, fully comprised of all of the people he loved and cared about on his yacht, to a quiet day in with his family.

This year, he had asked for nothing too over the top, since he just wanted to spend the day with his favourite person in the world. "My love?" he called out again, but he didn't expect a response. The double doors through to the kitchen were closed, which was odd, since you usually left them open.

Opening them, he was greeted with the loud pop of a confetti cannon, and a shower of red confetti. "Happy birthday baby!" You shouted as he walked through the door. Charles gazed around at the balloons stuck to the walls and lying on the floor, and plenty of birthday banners plastered about the room.

"Thank you, my love," he smiled, pulling you into a hug.

Turning out of the hug, you stepped over to the kitchen table, before skipping over to Charles and placing the party hat atop his ruffled locks. "Seriously?" he asked with a cocked brow. "Obviously, the birthday boy has to wear a party hat!" you playfully scoffed, putting one on too.

"Well thank you for all of the effort, sweetheart, I appreciate it," he told you, pulling you in for a kiss. Even if he was certain you enjoyed the thoughts of his birthday more then he did, it was always made a better celebration when you were planning it.

He wasn't looking forward to the fact that he was turning a year older, he was looking forward to the bright smile on your face when you got to show him whatever you had planned. Despite him telling you over and over that you didn't have to put so much effort into it, you always ignored his protests and did it anyway.

He always put effort into making things special for you, so you thought it was only fair that you did the same for him at any given opportunity - even if he didn't allow much room for someone other than you to be spoilt.

You just enjoyed the day that you got to celebrate him, since he was always celebrating you and you were able to make him priority for this one special day.

"Would you like to know what I have planned for today?" You asked, leaving your arms linked around his neck as his stayed on your waist. "Yes I would, I want to hear what you're going to do to try and outdo yourself," he told you.

"Well then you might be a bit disappointed, it's not very flashy" you winced, knowing this year's plan wouldn't be as extravagant as those of previous years. "I don't need it to be flashy, baby. You know we could do nothing and it'd be a great use of time spent," he said.

"So, I have invited Carlos, Arthur, Pierre and Kika over for some drinks and maybe some games, y'know, fun stuff," you explained, hoping he would like the sound of it. "Now that is my kind of night," he smiled, gently kissing your forehead.

"I'm glad you think so,"

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"Does anyone want another drink?" You asked, hopping out of your seat and looking around at the group of people sat around you. "Y/N, I can get them, you sit," Carlos offered, but you shook your head.

"I'm already up, but thanks," you dismissed, collecting empty glasses that wanted to be filled. Charles watched intently as you were running around, playing hostess. You were making sure everyone was well taken care of, and he could see you pacing around the kitchen, making sure everyone got the drink they wanted.

He was mesmerised by the way your dress clung to you in all of the perfect places and he was infatuated by the way you moved. You brought through the numerous different drinks that everyone wanted, and Charles noticed that you didn't have one when you sat down.

"Are you not having one, my love?" Charles leant in to ask while the others talked about something that you weren't quite listening to. "No, I've had two, so I'll stop there," you smiled, not wanting to get too drunk.

"Come on, have a bit of fun. It is my birthday, after all," he said, giving you those puppy eyes that were too damn irresistible. "Fine, I'll have one," you caved instantly as a triumphant grin spread on Charles' face. That was the grin that came out when he'd gotten his own way.

You went to stand, but a firm hand on your shoulder pushed you back down into your seat. "Sit, I've got it," he said, standing and disappearing into the kitchen. He was back shortly after, handing you a glass with some sort of clear, bubbling liquid inside of it.

"What is it?" You asked, sniffing it to try and discern what it could be, to no avail.

"Drink it and I'll tell you," he smirked. You took a sip, and you still couldn't quite tell what it was. It was slightly bitter, but the edge was taken off by a hint of sweetness, and it tasted faintly of some sort of berries. "That is very nice, whatever it is," you told him, drinking some more.

Suddenly, that triumphant grin appeared on his face again. "I knew I'd get you to like gin and tonic at some point," he chuckled, winking at you.

"This isn't like the stuff you've been giving me," you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

"It's the one Arthur brought, it's in the kitchen if you want more," he smiled, taking your free hand in his and intertwining your fingers together. "Y/N, have you still got Twister?" Kika tipsily giggled. Her, Carlos and Arthur had been drinking slightly more than you, Charles and Pierre, so they were all rosy cheeked and giggling a lot.

"I sure do," you smiled, going over to the cabinet and producing the colourful box of the beloved game. Kika clapped, and Charles looked downright mortified. He was never a massive fan of the game, but he liked to see you have fun, so he allowed it.

"Ok, so we'll do the Leclercs' vs the rest of us,'' she said, and you were slightly confused.

"Four on two? How is that fair?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.

"You're technically a Leclerc, so you play with Charles and Arthur," she smiled, and Carlos and Pierre smirked at Charles. "You might as well be at this point," Charles muttered, smiling at you. Without anymore deliberation, Kika leapt up and set the plastic mat out on the floor.

"Charles, pick your challenger," she said, gesturing towards Pierre and Carlos, who were both reluctant to play - but it was all in good fun. "Carlos, you're one of the least flexible people I know, come on," Charles said, pushing himself off of his chair.

As the round went on, you span the spinner to see what Carlos would be doing next. "Carlos, left foot red," you laughed, looking at the tangled mess that he was in. His arms were crossed, and he somehow had to get his left foot under the entirety of his body to reach the red dot.

"It's not possible!" He complained as he tried to stretch his leg underneath him. As he groaned in discomfort, everyone was just laughing at him. Charles, who was also in a pretty compromising position was laughing too as Carlos' limbs collapsed beneath him and he clattered down to the floor with a thud.

"That was impossible," he huffed as he led on the mat on the floor as Charles stood and stretched his arms and legs out. "Good game, mate," Charles cockily grinned, offering a hand out to Carlos to help him up.

"Yeah, whatever," Carlos chuckled, hoisting himself up with Charles' help.

"So that is 1-0 to team Leclerc, Arthur and Pierre, you're up next," Kika smiled, straightening the mat out for the next round. Pierre and Arthur both groaned, reluctantly standing out of their chairs and standing beside the Twister mat.

Unfortunately for Team Leclerc, Pierre bested Arthur, leaving the game on your's and Kika's shoulders. "Y/N, you and me, let's go," she challenged, kicking her heels off to the side.

"Oh it's getting serious now," Pierre teased as he had to miss the flying heels that were coming in his direction. "I don't like to lose," she smirked, pointing at her boyfriend.

"Neither do I," you countered, leaving your heels beside Charles' chair as you stood to challenge Kika. "It's 1-1, let's see who can come out on top," Arthur said like he was presenting a football match or something. "Wait, so you're telling me we could have just let these two do it and our rounds didn't matter for anything?" Carlos asked.

"Yes," you nodded, and you watched the poor guy's face just drop.

"So I didn't even have to go through the pain and suffering that I went through?" he asked again, and everyone started giggling at him. "Sorry Carlos, the game is the game," Charles laughed, and Carlos looked dejected. "I am never hanging out with you guys again," he scoffed with feigned seriousness.

"Sure you aren't, Carlos," Arthur said, receiving a playful punch on the arm due to his comment. "OK, you two, OK, Y/N, right hand blue," Pierre instructed, flicking the spinner with his finger for Kika's turn.

You had your back to Charles, so you bent over to place your right hand on the blue circle. Your dress only barely covered your ass, and it took every ounce of self-control that he held in his being to not find an excuse to get you into any room in the house and have his way with you.

But, he had to remain a gentleman while your friends were there - even if he was going to find that incredibly hard. Especially when you looked as good as you did. He had to avert his eyes and look anywhere in the room but at you, but he was struggling immensely.

Thankfully for him, or not so much, his sinful thoughts were interrupted by Pierre giving you the instruction to put your left foot also on blue. He had dodged a bullet there, but Twister was most certainly going to send another huge one flying at him.

"Are you kidding me?" you exclaimed a few rounds later, as your left hand was supposed to go on the nearest yellow, which was underneath Kika's back. The problem with this was you were doing a crab over Kika, so you wouldn't be able to balance. "Just give it a go, you'll be fine," Carlos collared, loving seeing you two in a compromising position too.

By some miracle, you managed to balance yourself whilst still hovering over Kika. "So the next one is..." Pierre dragged out as he slowly spun the spinner.

"Pierre, hurry up!" Kika squawked, and you wanted him to hurry up too. Your muscles were aching as you held yourself in place. "OK, so, Kika, left foot green," he said, and all she had to do was stretch her leg out by one circle. "Y/N, right foot blue,"

"If I do this, I will flash you all, so look away," you tipsily laughed. Normally you wouldn't have done it, but there was alcohol running through your veins, so the logical and self-preserving part of your brain wasn't in full working order.

Arthur and Pierre averted their eyes, but Carlos looked for that second too long. "Carlos." Charles scolded as the Spaniard defensively held his hands up. He wasn't being disrespectful, he simply reacted too late.

Charles couldn't take his eyes off you, spread out all pretty for him as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat. His resolve was crumbling, and he was counting down the seconds until everyone left you alone. As soon as that door was closed, his hands were going to be all over you.

"Kika, left hand-" Pierre started, but her limbs too gave in under her. You breathed a sigh of relief as you were able to stand up, and your muscles were aching. "And team Leclerc win!" Arthur exclaimed, raising his arms in celebration.

"That was a tough one," you sighed, high-fiving Kika as she took a seat next to Pierre. There weren't any seats left, since Carlos had sat on the floor before Twister started. "Y/N, sit here, I can move," Arthur offered, noticing how there weren't any seats left.

"No, no, you sit down. I can sit on the floor," you dismissed, walking to Charles' side and attempting to sit down. "Absolutely not," Charles said, grabbing your wrist and tugging you onto his lap. You draped your legs over the side of the chair as your arms comfortably wrapped around his neck.

His hands found their perfect position on your waist as you leant your weight onto him. "My girl doesn't sit on the floor, especially not on my birthday," he whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

His words sent tingled up your spine, and you had to repress a shiver as you sat with him. "Can we do a round of this?" Kika piped up, snatching the Five Second Rule from the shelf beside her, and everyone audibly groaned.

"Just one round, please?" she asked, and you all caved in and thought it could be fun.

"Charles." You stated, tilting away from him as you looked at the car in your hand.

"Baby." he responded, intently looking at you as he waited for you to read him the prompt. "Name three vegetables!" you told him, turning the 5 second timer upside down as it made that strange noise. "Carrot, pea..." he fumbled, his brain short-circuiting as he couldn't think.

"Carrot!" he exclaimed as the timer ran out. For a second, everyone fell silent, and Charles looked utterly confused. "Carrot pea carrot? Name three vegetables and you say carrot pea carrot?"

"That's three vegetables, isn't it- Oh shit," he said as he realised what he had done. Everyone started chuckling, and you were just flabbergasted. "Carrot and carrot are the same vegetable, Charles. I know you don't cook very often, but I'm sure you have the ability to know that carrot and carrot are the same thing!" you ranted, and everyone was crying of laughter.

"Baby, there's no need to make it personal," Charles chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "There are so many different vegetables in this world, and you name two of the most basic ones, and one of them twice. You adore pasta, and you have forgotten about the humble tomato. Maybe a pepper?" you carried on, and Carlos was practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry," he laughed, kissing you on the cheek. You simply rolled your eyes at him as everyone calm down. "Carrot pea carrot my god," you muttered, and Charles chuckled at you.

As the six of you talked and sipped at the remnants of your drinks, you slowly shifted on Charles' lap to get more comfortable. "That is a dangerous game, baby," he said lowly in your ear. You couldn't help but shift a little more, as his hands braced on your waist to keep you still.

One of Charles' hands steadily moved along the inside of your thigh, his fingertips tracing the skin. He was getting dangerously close to you, as his fingers brushed over the thin lace that was the final barrier between him and you.

"Hey, later," you winked at him and you pushed his hand away. There was no chance you'd be able to keep yourself from being calm and inconspicuous if you let him do what he wanted to do. You wanted it, but you would never be able to live down the embarrassment if anyone caught you.

You all talked for another hour or so, and they all stood up to leave. You hugged everyone and waved them out of the door, and you were glad the night was such a success. You had enjoyed yourself, everyone else had enjoyed themselves, and -most importantly- Charles had enjoyed himself.

Once you had closed the door, you picked some glasses up off the tables and took them over to the sink to wash them. You couldn't be bothered to wash them now, so you just left them in the sink. You were putting away some of the bottles into the cupboards, and Charles appeared in the doorway.

For a moment, he just let himself watch you. He had behaved for the whole night, but now his resolve had fully crumbled and he rushed up to you. "Hey, you-" you started, but were abruptly cut off by him pressing his lips to yours as he lifted you onto the kitchen counter.

The marble was cold on the backs of your thighs, and it sent shivers through your body. "You have been driving me crazy all night, you know that?" he told you between kisses. You could taste the alcohol on his lips as his kisses became more aggressive, more desperate.

"I probably could have guessed that," you smirked against his lips, running your hands across his chest and over his shoulders. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress over your thighs and hips.

As your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, you saw the hunger in his eyes. The pure lust. "Just because it's your birthday, you can do whatever. You. Want," you whispered, and you knew you could have just gotten yourself into something dangerous.

"Well then that makes this easier," he smirked, his lips ghosting across your neck and down your chest. "I have been wanting to do this for hours, but you just had to go and make things difficult for me, didn't you?" he playfully scolded, gently nipping at the skin on your shoulders.

The white fabric of his shirt was sent fluttering to the floor as you slid it off and over his shoulders. Your hands moved to his belt next, but he effortlessly tugged your wrist away. "Not yet, I want to see you squirm for me first," he said, slithering his hands up the sides of your thighs and to your hips, his fingers hooking into the flimsy slithers of lace that sat there.

He slipped the garment over your thighs and down your legs, discarding them to the floor just like his shirt. Charles looked at you with those big green eyes, keeping them locked on yours as he sunk to his knees in front of you. His eyes still trained on yours, he placed a hand on either knee and spread your legs as he slotted himself in between them.

"God have you been this wet for me all night? I would have sent everyone home earlier if I had known," he smirked, placing soft kisses up the insides of your thighs, nibbling on them every now and then. You shuffled closer to the edge of the counter, hoping he would take the subtle hint.

"So desperate for me, but I'm feeling nice. How could I make my gorgeous girl wait?" He teased, kissing dangerously close to you. You were desperate for it, he had gotten that completely right. You were positively throbbing for it. Without another word, he licked a thick stripe up your dripping folds.

You leant back against the kitchen cabinets, tangling your hands in his hair as he kept your legs split open with his hands. Every now and then, he would attach his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerve endings, just to keep you on edge. His tongue teased your entrance as you tugged on his hair even harder.

You pressed your hips into his face as he smirked against you. "If you wanted more, all you had to do was ask," he told you, sucking and nibbling on your clit as you moaned out in pleasure. It was like sparks of electricity pulsed through you every time he made the slightest movement on you, and it was becoming almost unbearable.

"Fuck, just like that," you mewled, running your hands through his hair again. He kept on licking and lapping at all of the right places, and you felt like a volcano was going to explode inside you. "Shit, baby, I'm-" you started, but you were cut off by him slowing his movements.

"You close, my love?" He mumbled, running his tongue over your clit again. You were so sensitive, moaning with every movement he made. "Mhm," you hummed, not able to form full words without moaning out. Charles knew you were close as he carried on teasing you with his tongue.

Just as you were about to come undone, he pulled his mouth away from you and kissed you on the lips. "You really thought I'd give it to you just like that? You made me wait, now you've gotta wait too, it's only fair," he mocked with a wicked grin plastered on his face.

"Baby," you whined, looking at him with those eyes that told him everything he needed to know. You needed it, and you needed it badly. But, he wanted to hear you say it. "Beg for it, baby. Tell me how much you want me. How much you need me," he instructed, sinking back down to his knees again.

He planted excruciating kisses on the insides of your thighs as he waited. "Please," you whispered, jolting your hips forward, desperate for the extra contact. "I can't hear you," he dismissed, nipping the soft skin of your inner thigh.

"Please, Charles," you groaned, louder this time.

"What are you saying 'please' for? What do you want?" He grinned, adoring the control he had over you right now. "Please, baby, I need to cum," you practically shouted, hoping it was enough for him.

"Oh you need it do you? Do you need me then, my darling?" He teased.

"I need you so bad right now, I'm aching for it baby," you grovelled, and that was like music to Charles' ears as he came closer and closer to you. "That was exactly what I needed to hear,'' he told you, diving straight back into you. His tongue circled your clit perfectly, and the extra pressure you had been so desperate for was being granted.

"Is this good, my love? Is this what you wanted?" He mocked, tasting the neediness on his tongue.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned, tipping your head back. Your breaths were short and shallow as you felt yourself crumbling. "I'm going to-" you began, but Charles pressed your clit that tad bit harder, and you felt a tingling wave of pleasure wash over you as you cried out for him.

He stood back up, aggressively kissing you as you could taste a mix of yourself and alcohol on his tongue. But, the taste of him was far more intoxicating than any alcoholic beverage could ever be. It ran through your veins and made you drunk on pure lust, and it felt better in every conceivable way.

As he kissed you, Charles thought over where he could take you. He didn't want to keep you on the counter, but your bedroom was far too far away for how much he needed you now. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the empty dining room table, and it was the perfect option.

He held his hand on your bare ass as he carried you over to the table and sat you down on it. He slipped the remnants on your dress over your head, leaving you completely exposed to him as your nipples pricked up in the cold. "Fucking hell, you're so goddamn beautiful, baby,"

He stole yours lips with his before you could say a response, and he wasn't in the mood for waiting any longer. You could sense his neediness, slinking your hands down to his belt and unbuckled it. He didn't have any protests as he kept his hands on the sides of your face, holding him there as he kissed you.

You pushed his pants down to his knees, and he couldn't be bothered to kick them off - he didn't need to, anyway. Charles pushed your legs further apart with his knee and stepped impossibly closer to you. "You ready?" he asked, despite the fact that he already knew the answer.

"Yes," you breathed as he gently eased into you, and the feeling of him filling you up was like pure ecstacy. He gave you a second to get acclimatized to the stretch before slowly starting to rock his hips into yours.

The feeling of you wrapped around his cock was unlike anything, and it sent straight euphoria surging through his veins. He touch every inch of your insides as he moved, the tip of his dick hitting that one spot that nobody else seemed to be able to find with every thrust.

You didn't know where to put your hands, so caught up in what he was doing to you. You linked them around the back of his neck, nails digging into his flesh as you came closer and closer to release.

"How the fuck did I get so lucky?" he groaned, hands gripping onto your hips so hard you were certain they'd leave bruises there in the morning. But you didn't care. "My girl is the sweetest in the whole world, and her body is perfect in every single way. It's like you're made for me, baby," he rambled as he picked up his pace.

His head was spinning as he leant in and peppered random kisses all down your neck. He was addicted to the way you made him feel and the way he made you feel.

He could feel your legs start to shake, but your walls were already clenching around him. "You close again, baby?" he spat through gritted teeth, rutting his hips into you harder and harder. "Mhm," you hummed, not able to formulate full words.

The feeling of you combined with the sweet sounds of you moaning for him sent him over the edge, and you dug your nails into the flesh of his shoulders as you came with him. As you both rode out your highs, letting the tingles slowly fade away, you clung onto him.

The room fell silent, before Charles broke the quiet with a, "Thank you, my love. You're amazing, and not just at that, of course," he softly chuckled, holding you in his arms for a moment.

"Happy birthday, baby," you smiled, leaning into his embrace as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. "And this has been the happiest of birthdays for me. Yes, I love the yacht parties, but a quiet night in with my favourite people is all I need," he told you.

You sleepily smiled at him, holding your eyes open as you looked at him. "Are you tired, my love?" he cooed, looking at your half open eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair was all puffy, your lips red and puffy from how much he had kissed you.

There were small red marks over your neck and shoulders from where he had gently nibbled at the skin as he gently ran his fingers over them. They were just small reminders of who you belonged to, even though there was no doubt in anyone's mind of who that was.

"Yeah, but we can stay up. Whatever you want," you said, suppressing a yawn.

"We can go to bed, I need birthday cuddles," he said, hoisting you up into his arms like a bride on her wedding day. "You get cuddles every night, what makes them different because it's your birthday?" you giggled, clinging onto him for dear life. But, you knew he would rather die than drop you.

"I don't know, they just feel more special when it's on my birthday," he explained, dropping you down onto your bed. He threw a hoodie from his drawer at you, before slipping some sweatpants up his legs.

Just as Charles hopped into bed beside you, you remembered something. "Shit, how could I forget?" you scolded yourself, scrambling out of bed and into the kitchen.

"Baby? You alright?" Charles asked, wondering why you had disappeared so quickly.

"Close your eyes!" you told him as you stood outside the door. Charles did as he was told as you walked into the room, trying not to drop what you were carrying. "Happy birthday to you," you started to sing as Charles opened his eyes. "Happy birthday to you," you continued as you perched on the bed beside him.

"Happy birthday dear Lord Perceval, happy birthday to you," you finished, completely off key. Charles saw the very poorly done Ferrari logo on the top of the cake, the prancing horse appearing to have three legs and his eye was very wonky. In the top corner, you had hand-piped a list of all the races he had won, as well as your favourite podiums of his.

"Blow out the candles," you told him, moving the cake closer to him. The orange flames on the 2 and the 6 were extinguished as he blew them out, unable to wipe the goofy smile off his face. "When did you make this?" he smiled, taking the cake out of your hands.

"Yesterday when you were out with Arthur," you told him, glad he had noticed that you had made it. "I know it's a bit shit, but I tried,"

"I prefer this to the actual one any day of the week," he said, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of the cake. "It's perfect, thank you baby," he thanked, looking at the cake again.

"Happy birthday, Charles," you said again, and you both hoped there would be many more to come.

A/N - Tanti Auguri to the love of my life, and the guy who makes everyday that slight bit easier. Forza Ferrari, and Forza Charles Leclerc 💖

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hayakawalove · 3 months ago

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Love From a Thousand Miles Away

Summary: Oikawa just finished a match and has plans to call you after. He learns that you got up to something in his absence, leaving him feeling a bit left out.

A/N: Hello! It's my first time writing him, so I hope it's okay. Comments appreciated! I want to write him more!

CW: Smut, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Humiliation, Hand Jobs, Post-Time Skip, Pro Volleyball Player W/C: 1,910

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

“And with that, CA San Juan grabs the gold with a leading score of 30-28!”

“It couldn’t have been done without their phenomenal setter, Toru Oikawa!”

A stadium full of cheering fans surrounds Toru, but he isn’t focused on any of that. Don’t get him wrong, he’s grateful, really grateful. It’s been a long road to success, and he couldn’t have been happier. However, something else was on his mind entirely. And that something else came in the form of you.

Toru smiles and rustles his team mates backs, sweat dripping down his forehead but he’s only thinking of one thing. You. You. You.

He misses you so much he’s sick to his stomach. You were back home keeping watch over the house. Honestly, he didn’t really mind that you weren’t going to be there for this match. He just wanted to be by your side.

Sure, this was his third consecutive win this year and it was only April, but that wasn’t the most important thing on his mind.

His teammates wanted to celebrate that night by hitting the town, planning on getting drunk off their asses. They really tried to get Toru to join in, but he just gave a shrug with a slick grin, waving them off as he exited the locker room.

“Can’t, got a date with my girl.”

“She didn’t come with you?!” One of his teammates calls out after him.

Toru doesn’t respond, instead digging for his phone in his smooth team jacket. You were planning on video calling after the match. As he turns on his phone he sees two notifications from you.

You: Good luck on the match baby, I’m rooting for you

You: how did it go?

The last message came in only minutes ago. He finds it funny that you asked him that, seeing as how you knew exactly how the match went. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you watched it live on TV. He really hopes you were watching it, at least. He blew a kiss intended for you towards the camera before one of his serves. Nevertheless, you asked that question after every game. He asked you why a couple of months ago, and you told him it was because you wanted to know how it went from his perspective. You liked hearing him describe it, how the match looked through his eyes.

Toru: it went great, I should be back at the hotel in 30 minutes. I love you

Toru grins at his phone and slides it back in his pocket, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

As soon as Toru arrives at the hotel he hops into the shower. He refuses to look even a little gross for you. Even though you’ve told him on more than one occasion that you thought it was hot when he was sweaty.

Grey sweatpants hang low on his hips as he saunters over to the bed. The sound of him video calling you echoed throughout the room, the anticipation of seeing you again making him giddy.

He flops on the bed, laying on his stomach as he stares at the screen. It only rings a couple more times before your face lights up his phone.

“Hey baby.” You say with a smile.

There’s sunlight behind you, a stark contrast to the unforgiving darkness of where Toru was at. Exhaustion is seeping in his bones, but he doesn’t mind.

Toru excitedly says your name, a toothy grin pulling up on his face. All is right in the world now. Conversation flows easily between the two of you. He recounts the game for you, explaining each detail as you patiently listen. He feels a surge of pride when you tell him ‘good job’. It always sounds better when you’re the one saying it.

“So, how was your day?” He asks, resting his head on his propped up hand, looking at his screen.

You’re biting back a smile, nervous eyes flicking away. The action makes curiosity burn in his gut. Toru has always been good with people. He excels at talking with them, always making them feel comfortable enough to open up. But above all else he’s good at reading people. It’s a skill he uses to his advantage every time he’s in a match. It’s a skill he’s using right now. You’re hiding something.

“Well, I did some cleaning a little bit ago. I wiped down the kitchen and did laundry. Then I took a short break and was about to get started again when you called.”

Toru squints at the phone, analyzing your facial features. There’s a glint in your eyes that’s hard to miss, and there are indents on your bottom lip from your teeth. He has an idea of what you were up to, but he decides to ask anyway.

“Yeah? What did you do during your break?”

You look towards him before glancing away quickly. Caught red handed. Toru patiently waits for an answer, an evil smile perking up his lips.

“Oh you know, just kinda hung out.”

“Yeah? You hung out?” He replies.

“Yeah, nothing special.”

“Was that before or after you fucked yourself?”

Toru watches your facial features change instantly. He can’t help but let out a barking laugh at your flustered expression. Honestly, he finds it a bit insulting that you thought you could hide it.

“Toru! I, well…” you bite the inside of your cheek and look away, unable to watch his shit eating grin. “Before.”

“Ah, I see. So you got yourself off before calling me? Don’t you think that’s a bit selfish?” Toru teases. He can feel his body start to heat up, and there’s a sensation stirring in his pelvis.

“It’s not my fault you aren’t home!” You pout, your bottom lip jutting.

Toru’s internally cursing his manager for bringing him out here. He could be at home right now. He should be at home right now. Toru should be tending to your every need.

“Poor girl, can’t even wait for her boyfriend.” Toru feels the unmistakable pressure building up in his lap.

“Don’t be mean.” You murmur, before biting into your cheek.

Toru has to hold back a laugh. You really were so easy to read, did you even know that? You like when he’s mean, he can tell. It’s written all over your face.

“I’m sorry baby, you’re right.” He apologizes, even though he isn’t the least bit sorry.

You sigh and bring your eyes back to the screen. Toru can feel his breathing stutter. You’ve been dating for years now, but your beauty still managed to knock him off his feet every time.

“Thank you,” you say softly.

Toru ponders for a moment. He couldn’t let you get away with it that easily.

“What about me though?” He asks.

“What about you?”

“Come on, I’m supposed to learn you touched yourself and not be horny?” Toru lays on his back, holding his phone up.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Let me see your pretty pussy, baby.” Toru requests simply, knowing you wouldn’t refuse.

He frees his hard cock from the confines of his pants, watching as it slaps back against his toned stomach. It’s impressive how fast you turned him on. His tip was already leaky, precum freely spilling over as he watches you stand up. You ease your pants off your body, before laying back down on the bed with your phone in your hands.

“Let’s see,” he says.

“But I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. You know I think you’re perfect.”

He doesn’t let you forget. He reminds you nearly every hour of every day.

You spread your legs wide for him, bringing your camera further down to display your cunt. Toru groans loudly, the sound carrying over through your speakers.

“Holy fuck,” he watches the screen intently, running his tongue against his bottom lip.

Toru is athletic. That much is known. It’s his job for god's sake. But he swears he’s never felt so breathless before. It feels like he’s been playing volleyball for ten hours, but he hasn’t been. All he’s done was catch sight of your pussy.

“It isn’t that big of a deal, Toru.” You reply, your voice heavy with desire.

“Yes, it is. You always look so good. Spread yourself for me, sweetheart.” Toru grips his cock, wincing at how good it feels before he begins to slide his fist down.

You use your middle and pointer finger to spread your pussy, your clit still swollen and cum still seeping from your hole.

Toru moans, his hand emitting noises now from the precum coating his cock. He imagines it’s your pussy. He imagines how wet you’d feel, how tight your walls would be around him.

“So wet, didn’t even clean up yet?”

“I didn’t have the time to.” You whine.

“Messy girl.”

He speeds his hand up. It’s nowhere near as good as your pussy would be. You’re teasing a finger around, allowing it to circle your clit before moving down further, pressing it into your hole. Toru watches closely, groaning at how easy your finger pushes in. You thrust it in a couple times, and Toru can see how your cum glistens against your skin.

Oh, how he wishes he could clean it up for you.

He wants to dive his tongue into you, lick the liquid lust from your pussy until you’re screaming his name. He’d lick it off your fingers too, if you’d let him. He’d place them delicately in his mouth, allowing his tongue to clean the cum from your hands.

Toru groans as you finger fuck yourself, your moans carrying through the call. Every so often you pull your hand away, rubbing your finger against your clit before completely removing it. Toru closes his eyes for a second to picture you beneath him. How you’d look, how you’d taste, how you’d feel.

He’s already getting closer now. He can feel it.

His hand fondles his cock, allowing him to build up closer and closer. Toru fucks his hand, precum spilling over onto his knuckles and down his fingers. It’s a filthy sight. He throws his head back and focuses on the warmth spreading throughout his tummy.

“Wish you were here, Toru. It was hard to cum without you. You need to fuck me.” You say, watching as Toru gets closer.

“Yeah? You need it bad?”

“Yes, please fuck me, Toru.” You thrust your finger back inside, arching it up against your sensitive spot. You didn’t intend on cumming again, but you wanted to put on a good show.

“Fuck, baby.”

Toru’s cumming. White flows down his fist, the added lubrication making his movements that much smoother. His hand doesn’t stop once, too intent on finishing fully first. You’re groaning at the sight as well. Toru hopes it looks as good as it feels.

After he’s finished cumming, his hand slowly comes to a stop. The room is no longer spinning, instead a calm lull taking over its place. He looks at his cock before looking at you, smiling as he sees your face. You have a grin on as well, one that makes love spread throughout his body.

“I’m sorry I’m not there, I’ll be back soon.” He murmurs.

“You better. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to fuck you.”

Toru chuckles, leaning over to begin the clean up process with napkins.

“We’ll be reunited before you know it!”

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sombrashe · 11 months ago

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COD Characters & Their Favorite Holidays

Gaz: Easter Holiday

He absolutely adores all the bright colored flowers that his church sets out every Easter Sunday

He may be a grown adult, but you will catch him absolutely demolishing some little kids at an Easter egg hunt

Ghost: Boxing Day

It's one of the only times where he can exchange his unwanted gifts he got from other holidays

He'll spend hours, sometimes days, going to the shops and trading out unwanted shaving creams (he can't even grow a beard ??) for things he actually needs like new socks

Price: The months of August-May

This man does not miss a single game, it doesn't matter if he's on active deployment or not he will not miss a football game

His team is always going to be Manchester United (he actually has a cousin that plays, but no one has to know that)

Soap: First Footing

Not sure if this is a real holiday but come on a holiday dedicated to being the first person in a house where the goal is to be seen as good fortune and he gets to bring a bottle of whiskey? Automatic winner

His dark locks and boisterous attitude always brings good luck for the year to his family, even baby Johnny would be forced to stand outside with his mama holding a much to large bottle of whiskey as he waits for midnight to strike

Alejandro: Benito Juárez Day

A day dedicated to a high ranking man who did so much for his country? Count him in

It's one of the few public holidays he actively participates in (even though he's usually armed and in uniform) and will take the time to honor the former president by participating in tournaments and winning each one

Rudy: Día del Niño

Rudy love's children, has always wanted a few of his own one day and 100% celebrates all the children that bring light and happiness to the country

He showers his nephews and nieces in toys, sweets, and shopping sprees and doesn't stop once they turn 18 he only stops once they're seen as a "high ranking member of society" according to him (they have to have a job and can support themselves without help)

Valeria: El Día de Muertos

It's not so much that it's a favorite holiday more so it's the only holiday she feels is worth celebrating

No matter what she is in the middle of doing, she will always stop and excuse herself for those two days and dedicate them to adding offerings to her ancestors ofrenda

Graves: INDEPENDENCE DAY RAHHHHHH 🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸 (Christmas Eve/Day)

THROWING TEA INTO THE HARBOR RAHHHHHH 🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅

(He's a family man, so a holiday dedicated to seeing family and spending time with them is right up his alley)

(He spends months saving up for this holiday so he can buy exactly what everyone wants so that he can make the holiday that much more special)

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daydreamsandafternoonteafics · 9 days ago

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Crossroads- Chapter 8

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"Twelve bookings in one week. Joy,"

I stuffed a piece of watermelon in my mouth sighing deeply as I stared at my calendar of events, a feeling of dread knotting in my stomach. I'd managed to book two food runs each day until Saturday next week. Summer and winter holidays were always my busiest times of business but it all seemed outrageous now. Between the birthdays, baby showers and cookouts I'd barely have time to blink or breathe.

Normally this kind of pressure wouldn't bother me. I'd worked under the demanding pressure of nightly dinner rushes when I was a sous chef back in New York but things were different now. I was younger, had a team of workers to back me up and a loving, long-haired boyfriend to rub my aching feet when my shift was over. Now I was trying to run a business all by myself with a growing baby between my hips and I've got a husband who's hardly home.

Since our passionate homecoming celebration, things returned to normal for Harry and I. He was back to being in and out of the office and as much as that would usually bother me, I was too stressed and too tired to care. I was just thankful we hadn't been fighting.

I pushed myself away from the kitchen table, padding over to the refrigerator to assess its contents. I would be making a hummingbird cake tomorrow and didn't feel like going grocery shopping. I was hoping to have already stowed away some ingredients.

My eye catches sight of the thirteen-week ultrasound Harry had but on the refrigerator and I smile to myself remembering my twenty-week appointment. We would be finally able to determine the gender of the little bean. It would be exciting to see how much the baby had grown since the last ultrasound and equally exciting to know if we'd have a son or a daughter. However, Harry and I had yet to come to an agreement if finding out the gender was something we both wanted.

I frowned as my eyes scanned the fridge, a large portion of it occupied by my obsession with fruit. Grocery shopping would be inevitable with all the food runs I'd have next week but it was still so hot.

I scratched my protruding belly as I trudged upstairs to retrieve my purse and some suitable shoes. I didn't really feel like dressing up just to head to the supermarket, one of Harry's old t-shirts and a pair of yoga pants I'd put on this morning would serve me fine. Just before I could reach the bedroom, the doorbell rang, inviting another sigh to pass through my lips.

I slowly make my way back downstairs, taking in a deep breath as I approach the door. Craning my neck to look through the peephole, I'm not sure if I should be happy or annoyed to see my mother's face staring back at me.

"Hi sweetheart!" she greets. "I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by. The yard looks amazing! Did you just plant those rosebushes?"

I force a smile, highly suspicious of my mother's motives. There's just no way she was randomly around the neighborhood on a Friday afternoon. She'd stopped by to check on me. Her enthusiasm and protectiveness over her unborn grandchild could not be easily disguised. And those rosebushes were there the last time she was over.

"Hi, Mom. C'mon in."

With just the door cracked, the heat had managed to agitate me. She steps over the threshold with a smile, perching her sunglasses on top of her head.

"I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" she asks.

I shake my head, pushing a tendril that managed to escape from my bun away from my sweaty face.

"I was just about to head to the grocery store for a few items I need for some orders next week. I need to make a grocery list anyhow before I leave, otherwise, my mind will go blank once I arrive at the store."

Her footsteps follow me into the kitchen, the heels of her wedges clacking against the hardwood floor.

"Ahh, pregnancy brain," she chuckles before making herself comfortable at the kitchen table. "That was never fun. So how do you feel? Have you eaten today?"

Her gaze falls down to my bump and I almost roll my eyes knowing that was the intended question.

"Yes, I just had some fruit. " I draw in a deep breath. "I'm a little tired and hot but I'm fine."

I scratch at my bump again, sighing in aggravation. My belly had grown noticeably larger throughout the week making it more obvious than ever before. I was officially unquestionably pregnant. Others could finally spot what was blooming between my hips. But along with that growth came an almost absurd amount of itchiness and annoying backaches.

Mom chuckles again.

"Fruit is not enough, River. You need to eat some lunch."

I was feeling more hungry than usual lately, my appetite almost out of control. I wasn't sure if it was normal or not but I was trying my best not to eat everything and the kitchen sink.

I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I retrieve a notepad from one of the drawers beneath the cupboard.

"I already had lunch,"

"Well, have a second lunch. You're eating for two now."

Eating for two. The expression strikes me when I realize that my unborn baby relies on me for its nutrition. Everything I eat, they eat too. The realization that I was housing life in my womb never failed to stun me no matter how far along I got.

"Eating for two makes the baby weight harder to lose," I quip. "But the chicken alfredo I made Wednesday taste like heaven so I'll bite. Harry didn't eat too much and there's still a ton left in the fridge. We can split it, have our own little lunch date here."

She grins.

"Great idea."

I was sure I'd never leave the house now as I sat at the kitchen table with my mom, stuffing my face with leftover past and guzzling down mint lemonade. I'd managed to forget about the busy week ahead of me if only just for a while.

"So, do you and Harry know the gender of the baby and you're just keeping it from us?" Mom asks, twirling a noodle around her fork.

I wipe the corner of my mouth, taking in a deep breath.

"If we were keeping it a surprise you wouldn't get any answers out of me. And no, we don't. My doctor doesn't do definitive gender reveals until the twenty-week ultrasound."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I found out I was having a little girl at sixteen weeks. But since you don't know and no one else does, I was thinking we could have a gender reveal party."

And there she goes.

I shake my head, chewing at the corner of my lip.

"I'm not having a gender reveal party, Mom. It's a waste. Why have a gender reveal party when the baby shower will be themed to fit the gender? Besides, I'm not even sure if Harry wants to find out what we're having."

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, a look of worry settling on her face.

"You haven't talked about this yet?" she chuckles slightly. "Are you two just gonna sit around and wait until the baby comes and then prepare like you're supposed to?"

I suddenly find my annoyance returning. By the way she speaks, she makes Harry and I seem like the least caring parents-to-be on the planet.

"Harry is busy, Mom. Hell, I'm busy. I'm up to my ears in orders next. We don't always have time to sit down and discuss, things. That's just the way it is."

The tears sting the corner of my eyes as I speak and I try not to get too upset.

She sighs, her expression softening.

"River, sweetie, that's no excuse. It only takes a few minutes a day to sit down and chat. Harry spends so much time at that goddamned job you'd think he was married to it instead of you. He should never be too busy for his wife, especially at a time like this."

I know my mother is right and that I can't refute her. I'd been complaining about Harry's absence for years and as much as I want to agree with her I know it would only lead to having to admit that my marriage was not as good as I pretended it was. I knew I could always confide in Mom about anything but as my life gradually became separate from hers I felt that I should keep certain things to myself. I was a grown, married and pregnant woman now. There are some things better left unsaid.

"Mom, we'll figure it out, okay?"

While she'd normally flash me a stern but well-meaning glare, something about her expression is different. Her slightly aged face softens and her blue eyes shine with a look I hate- sympathy. Mom reaches over to smooth my flyaways the corner of her lips turning into a small smile.

"Let's at least have a dinner then?"

"Mom, no." I huff. "There's no need to make a big fuss over a baby's genitals. I don't care what we're having I just care about them getting here."

Her lips purse into a thin line and I figure she realizes that she won't be winning this argument.

"Very well. Since you're so adamant about this I'll cancel the reservation Adele made in the banquet hall."

I trap my lip between my teeth, a slight gasp escaping me.

"You already reserved a room?"

Mom shrugs.

"I'm excited."

I can't help but laugh.

"This baby is going to be so spoiled." ***** My visit with Mom stuck with me throughout the rest of the afternoon.

While she hadn't said anything I didn't already know, she'd managed to put everything in a different perspective. I'd longed for Harry's attention and affection for quite sometime now but I never really demanded it. I'd let him pass with a million excuses, hoping that someday things would go back to the way they'd once been.

I can hardly remember a night we'd had to ourselves that didn't end in an argument or makeup sex. It had been so long since we'd had time to just enjoy each other's company in an unadulterated fashion. I couldn't even remember the last time we'd had a date night and with a baby coming soon that would be nearly impossible.

The only way things would improve is if we made an effort.

It was late afternoon by the time I arrived back home, Harry's rover perched under the garage to my surprise. I felt as if I'd nearly die as I hauled the groceries inside, making just enough noise to alert Harry in hopes he'd come out from wherever he was an assist me but I knew I was asking for too much.

I was a sweating mess by the time I'd stowed away the groceries and wanted nothing more than to hop into the shower and crawl into bed but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until I talked to Harry. With a huff I trudged back up the stairs. I had a little over two months left in the second trimester and I was already getting tired of them. We'll have to install an elevator when I can no longer see my toes.

My stomach knots with a mixture of nervous and excited energy when I spot the door of Harry's office ajar. He sits hunched over his desk, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as he pores over a spreadsheet. The brooding expression on his face warns me that I probably shouldn't bother him but I know if I don't cease the opportunity it'll be too late.

"Hey," I speak softly whilst leaning against the door frame.

"Hi, babe," he speaks, never stopping to look at me.

I don't really mind, I was sure I looked a mess.

"C-can we talk?"

I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment and I don't know why. I shouldn't feel embarrassed about asking something so normal of my husband.

"Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of doin' figures. Can't really be bothered."

I can feel the tears begin to sting my eyes and the anger brewing in my chest. He doesn't even think twice about dismissing me. I was beyond through with playing second fiddle to his work.

I let out an aggravated sigh before approaching his desk.

"No Harry, it cannot wait. It's been waiting for too long now. We need to talk."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sets his pen down.

" Fuckin' hell, Riv. I really hope this isn't one of your 'we need couple counseling' talks."

My eye twitches in annoyance and I scoff. For seemingly being unbothered by my suggestion,he sure finds the perfect opportunity to bring it up again.

"No, Harry," I speak slowly, placing a hand against my protruding belly. "this is about our baby."

His cold gaze suddenly softens at the mention of the growing bean and if I weren't so annoyed I'd be incredibly endeared.

"What is it? Is everything alright?"

I nod slowly, tucking a flyaway behind my ear.

"I'm having my twenty week appointment soon. I wanted to know if you want to find out the baby's gender."

I chew at the corner of my lip awaiting his reply.

Harry runs a hand through his hair, shrugging slightly.

"Do you want to know, darling?"

The corner of my lips turn up into a small grin thinking of the sweet agony of waiting another six months to find out if I'll have a boy or a girl. Most modern parents wanted to be surprised when the baby was born but the idea of not be prepared to accommodate their gender made me uneasy. I thrived on being prepared.

"I think it'll drive me crazy if I don't know. But I won't find out if you don't want to."

It was a sacrifice I was willing to make. It made no sense to know if we couldn't come to an agreement.

He flashes a small dimpled grin.

"I think I wanna know too. I want to make sure the nursery is just perfect."

I can hardly contain my grin.

"So, it's settled then. We'll find out if we've got a girl or a boy."

Suddenly tired of standing, I make myself comfortable in a spare chair. My body seems to melt against the fabric and I'm not sure if I want to ever get up. There's a beat of silence until Harry speaks.

"What are you hoping for?"

I shrug.

"I don't really care. Boy or girl I'll love them just the same. What about you?"

A sheepish grin settles on his lips.

"I'd love a little girl I could spoil rotten. But a little boy would be my best friend."

His green eyes glitter with adoration. It's been so long since I've seen that look in his eyes. He used to look at me like that once.

"Torn , huh?" I giggle.

"I guess so." he chuckles. "You look really tired, babe."

As much as I wanted to deny it I could slowly feel myself drift off to sleep.

"Yeah, it's been a busy day. It'll be a busy week."

"Get some sleep, yeah? Don't want you wearing yourself out."

A yawn escapes me as I slowly rise from the chair, groaning at the aching of my back. I suddenly remember the main reason for barging in on my husband.

"Harry, there's something else I want to talk to you about. "

I tear my gaze away from his penetrating jade eyes, the embarrassment returning. I couldn't avoid the fear of him thinking this was a stupid idea or shutting it down all together.

His eyebrows raise with curiosity.

"Yeah?"

I draw in a deep breath.

"I was thinking when we're not so busy- we could have a date night. No figures, no phone calls. Just you and me. It feels like forever since we've just been together."

He hums softly staring down at his spreadsheet before meeting my gaze once more.

"I think I'd like that." he drawls.

My stomach flutters with excitement and I bite back my grin.

"Good. We'll call it a date."

I lean across the desk, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth and suddenly my day feels a little brighter. That was easy- too easy. Only time will tell if this is a light at the end of the tunnel or the rabbit hole we'll never be able to climb out of.

#harry styles #1d #1d fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fic #harry styles oneshot #one direction #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #one direction fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst

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tact-and-impulse · 4 months ago

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Narumayo Week 2024 Day 2

@narumayoweek2024, sliding into the second day with this! Since I wrote Pearl meeting Phoenix in a prior drabble, I decided for the opposite, with Trucy and Maya.

Prompt: Kids

Luckily, Trucy had shut the closet door when Maya arrived. She raced downstairs, to the living room that was transformed into a pastel celebration. Just past the entryway, under the draping welcome banner, Maya was looking around in awe.

“Oh, wow, Trucy! Did you decorate all by yourself?”

“Most of it, I’ll give Daddy some credit.” She cheekily said, and was rewarded with a laugh. “Come over here, this is your throne.”

Maya’s hands fell to her round belly, as she settled in the central cushioned chair. She gave a sigh of relief, and then, an amused smile downwards. “I think we’re spoiled by this baby shower already.”

“How’s Beanie?” Once Daddy and Maya had revealed the ultrasound picture, with the little curved shape, she loved her new sibling immediately. Daddy wasn’t impressed by the nickname but she thought it was fitting and it had stuck with Maya.

“Looks fine on the checkup, and they’re kicking like crazy.”

Great, her present was perfect! Trucy immediately accepted the offer to feel her new sibling’s fluttering feet. “Are your ankles better, Maya? I heard the swelling was pretty bad.”

“Aw, was Nick worried? Well, when he gets back from the caterer, a massage is the least he can do for making me like this.” She clasped Trucy’s hands. “So, what have you got planned?”

“We’ll start with refreshments and the finger foods. Once everyone’s here and had something to eat, we’ll play the games; Athena’s keeping the prizes secret. Then, Pearl will bring out the cupcakes and you unwrap all your gifts!”

She expected Maya to grin or crack another joke, but instead, her eyes filled with tears. Alarmed, Trucy pulled a tissue from her hat, and Maya dabbed her face with a groan. “Ugh, pregnancy hormones. Trucy, I’m so grateful and happy. If Baby Beanie is as sweet as you, I won’t ask for anything else.”

They hugged, and Trucy felt her own throat closing. Even if she didn’t call her Mom, Maya was still the closest maternal presence Trucy had. She thought of the two boxes she’d hidden, one small and white like the pair of sneakers inside, and the larger package of comfortable lavender flats. Oh, Maya was going to be absolutely thrilled.

The moment was ended by Trucy’s phone, and by the ringtone, it was Apollo. She rolled her eyes; was it that hard to buy enough supplies for mocktails? “I’ll see what Polly wants, I’ll be right back!”

As she walked away, Maya called out. “You’ll be a wonderful big sister!”

Trucy beamed. “And I can’t wait!”

#narumayo #ace attorney #narumayoweek2024 #i wrote this at work lmao

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 2 years ago

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Do me the honor? (Tierna Davidson x Reader)

This is just a cute little something that took a couple of hours to write, inspired by Tiernas first game back. Hope you enjoy :)

Words: 880

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You got this baby, I'm sorry I can't be there.

It's okay, I understand.

You're nervous aren't you?

A bit yeah. It's been a long time since I've played at that level

I know baby, it's okay to be nervous and it okay to ease back into a little bit. Just try to enjoy it, you've worked so hard to get back, you deserve to have a bit of fun.

Thank you Y/n/n. I have to go, the bus just got here. I love you so much, I'll call you later tonight if you're still awake.

I love you T, go kick some ass.

Once Tierna hung up I started getting ready to head to the stadium. It was her first national game back after tearing her ACL. It may have been a small lie on my behalf that I couldn't make it to the game. I was going to be there and I was planning on proposing to her after the game. I probably could have gotten away with her knowing I was there, but it would have been harder to sneak away to set up the conference room for after the game. We were pretty private with our relationship so I knew she wouldn't want a public proposal. She wanted one with either just us or with friends and family.

I had been planning this with Tiernas family and team mates for a few months now. They had helped me keep it a surprise, get permission to use the conference room, get me into the game and pretty much anything else I needed. I spent the time when they were warming up and before Tierna was subbed on to set up the room. I set it up to look like a celebration of her return, with welcome back banners, balloons, champagne, and flowers.

Tierna played amazing as usual. There were a few times that she held back a bit, but she was having fun and that was what mattered the most. It allowed her to build up the confidence she lost after her injury. Once the game ended, I waited in the conference room with her family while the girls celebrated and showered. Knowing them the celebration would continue on for hours if there wasn't someone to stop them. For that reason I had tasked Ali with the job of reminding them of the plan.

Her parents where waiting up front when Tierna walked in. She hugged them tightly before her eyes locked with mine. "Y/n?"

"Hey T."

Tierna threw her arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder, "You're here."

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything. You did amazing baby, I am so proud of you."

She finally looked around the room properly, a small smile appearing, "This is why you told me you weren't coming?"

"It would have looked suspicious if I kept disappearing. The girls helped me pull it off."

I let Tierna catch up with her parents and celebrate with her team for a while. She had missed them like crazy during her recovery. It was hard enough not being able to play, adding in not being around some of her closes friends didn't help. They had kept in touch through text and the occasional facetime, but it wasn't the same. It had been a rough year, mostly for Tierna, but it was hard for me to see her so down. Especially at the start when she started to become withdrawn from everything, ignoring everyone and tried to push me away. So seeing her laughing and joking around with the biggest smile I've seen in a long time, it warmed my heart in a way I didn't think possible. All I wanted was to see Tierna happy.

After about half an hour, I decided I couldn't wait any longer and got everyone's attention.

"While I did plan this as a celebration for Tierna because well I'm biased. I did want to also congratulate those of you who have also recently made it back after injuries. And a special congratulations to Becky for making 200 caps. You are all amazing." Ali discretely handed me the little black box, "As you all know, well except you Tierna, I have a surprise for you T. When I first met you, my life was pretty messy, I was pretty messy. You could have ran, I wouldn't have blamed you, but you always stuck by me and supported me in the good times and the bad. Even when things are rough, it feels easy with you. You're my bestfriend, my person and I can't imagine my life without you. So with that being said

Tiernas eyes shone with tears as I sunk down on one knee, opening the box, "Tierna, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Tierna pulled me up, connecting our lips in a long, slow kiss that quickly became wet with tears, "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you Y/n. I love you."

The ring slipped easily on her finger, "I love you T, more than you will ever know."

"Ditto. I can't believe you did this for me."

"It's nothing really, you deserve to be celebrated."

"You flew my family here, that's not nothing."

"Well I would do anything for you. You deserve this and more baby. I'm going to do everything I can to give you the life you deserve."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

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flutteringphalanges · 2 years ago

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Disastrously Good Intentions

Adam Warlock x Star Lord!Sister Reader

Prompt:

When Adam and the Guardians decide to throw you a baby shower, all does not go as planned.

Word Count: 899

A/N: I’m back with more Adam Warlock x Reader baby one shots! This is shorter than I usually write, but I wanted to get something out! Here is a LINK to the master-list of all of the one shots! Requests are open! I’m thinking that maybe the next one shot might be about celebrating the reader’s and Adam’s baby’s first birthday? Or Adam’s first Father’s Day? Thoughts? I hope you enjoy! -Jen

Disastrously Good Intentions

If it hadn’t been for Adam’s unnaturally quick reaction time, you would’ve surely hit the ground trying to stagger backwards away from the unmanned cart full of presents that careened past you. The sight before you was something you hadn’t quite expected. Balloons of all pastel shades were strung up--though many popped, from various railings and beams. There was a banner that read “WAR”, which, from the letters you saw scattered on the ground at one point, must've said “BABY WARLOCK”. It was kinda fitting though. The battlefield aspect. Especially when your eyes landed on the cake that looked like a literal bomb had gone off inside of it. Icing was everywhere. Literally, everywhere.

“This wasn’t what I had envisioned when I learned about pregnancy customs from your planet.” Adam sighed in defeat, both of you watching as Drax accidentally collapsed one of the table legs while trying to steady another. “We wanted to surprise you with a baby shower. I wanted to surprise you.”

You rested your hand on the swell of your stomach. Seven months with two to go. Life had been pretty boring since you had to take a step away from missions. Gods, you missed it. What point was it to be a Guardian when the most excitement you dealt with was settling petty disputes between Knowhere’s citizens? Your baby’s health and safety was of the utmost importance and you’d do anything for her, but you couldn’t help but feel a little envious whenever Adam returned for duty and told you what the team had accomplished. But now, for the first time in awhile, you actually felt something. Small as it was.

“Oh, I am definitely surprised.” You assured him, amusement finding you as Groot popped more balloons than he managed to reattach. “And you did all of this? For me?”

“Yes! Well, everyone assisted of course. Peter was of the greatest use. Last time when you both visited your grandfather, he brought those magazines? You know from that place where you can pay and they do the imaging of the baby? What we do here, but much more complex and thorough.”

Ah, the sonogram place. Not a doctor’s office, but one of those companies where you could go with your loved ones and see your baby on the screen. You’d taken your grandfather a few times so he could witness his great grandchild’s heartbeat first hand. See her wiggle and even get a few pictures as a keepsake out of it. Peter tagged along each time making it a Quill family affair. Though you never noticed that he borrowed the waiting room’s only literature…

“I see…” You nodded, trying to hide your smile as you caught sight of Kraglin getting after Cosmo--who had given into her dog nature and had taken to enjoying some of the fallen cake. “I like the decorations.”

“Mantis and Nebula. Well, Nebula after a great deal of convincing from Mantis. She wanted to make it clear that she wouldn’t do this for just anyone and that you better be grateful. I’m certain she meant that with love. You know how she can be with words. She’s just well…she’s Nebula.” Adam said with a smile. “Do you like the colors? Rocket picked those.”

“Rocket?!” You snorted, stunned by the news. “...I never pictured him being someone who’d be into color schemes.”

“Well, Drax wanted to go full black and grey, but Peter informed him those were the opposite colors from a celebration like this.” Adam sighed, his mouth curving into a small frown. “This was supposed to be perfect. Just like in the magazines. And I’ve failed, Y/N…”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your brother running with a bucket of water. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know why. Rocket was making wild gestures at Groot who had somehow managed to get the banner strings wrapped around his branches. Nebula seemed to have just given up on it all as Mantis haphazardly juggled a tower’s worth of presents. And Drax…well, that table would never be of use again. At least Cosmo was enjoying herself.

“Hey.” You turned so you faced Adam completely. Resting your hand on his cheek, you made him look at you. “Sweetheart, you didn’t fail at all.”

“But, your party. It looks like…”

“Not like a normal baby shower? Yeah, that’s true.” You smiled, chuckling softly. “I mean, it’s wild. Chaotic. A big mess. But that’s what we all are. This party, all of it.” You gestured around you. “When I see this sight around me. I see my family. Not some boring, structured thing. You couldn’t give me or…” You took Adam’s hand and placed it on your stomach feeling your baby move from within. “Her a better celebration. I love this. All of this. And I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed Adam gently. His eyes lit up and his smile returned. Both of you looked to the wreckage that was your party, though it felt wrong and yet silly calling it that.

“I have an idea.” You said with a grin.

“Oh?” Adam inquired, an eyebrow raised.

“How about we go over there and help poor Mantis before those presents topple over. I’d kinda like to see what is inside.”

Adam smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. “That, my darling, sounds like a glorious idea.”

#Adam Warlock #Adam Warlock x Reader #Reader x Adam Warlock #gotg vol 3 #Adam Warlock Imagine #Aydith Warlock #Guardians of the Galaxy

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