#Happy birthday Bob😘

[thefrogsennaneverfound]

I’ve always had a soft spot for ol’ Bob. “The Great Song of Indifference” is, imo, one of his finest. I especially love the irony of the man who raised such an incredible amount of awareness about and money for world hunger singing with such gusto, “Baby, I can watch who nations die and I don’t mind at all”.

Btw, this video was recorded long before Irish dancing got the Riverdance treatment.

–Happy birthday, Bob Geldof. –Thanks, Ryan. –How’re you feeling?

Bob Geldof On Turning 70

[sunshinehaze1]

Needed Me

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You haven't seen Javi in years when you run into him at a local bar, and it doesn't take long to find yourself in bed with him.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. oral sex (m&f), unprotected PIV, use of “slut” during sexy time, no use of Y/N

a/n: This was written for @baronessvonglitter Birthday/Fuck-tober Challenge. (It’s not “belated”…it’s just that I wanted your birthday celebration to last forrrreeevvvvvveeeerrrrr. 🤭 but really it was mostly because I was in my head, nervous about writing for Javi P. for the first time 🫣) Happy Birthday Adriana!! 🥳 I was given Javi P and the song, Needed Me by Rihanna. Thank you to @80ssong & @half-moon16 for the beta reads. 😘 Also, a big time thank you to @morallyinept for creating these amazing resources that I referenced to help me get “in the zone,” writing for Javi: character database & FWB!Javi P.

word count: 2,900

ao3 | ml

When you open the door, he’s immediately on you. Barreling past the threshold with a desperate need, he doesn’t have time to be polite, unable even to utter a “hello.” The only greeting, his lips and tongue consuming yours in a heated kiss. He smells of whiskey and cigarettes, which you can taste on his tongue as it dances with yours. His large hand cradles your face, and the other finds a home on your waist as he pushes you further into your home. The hunger for you consumes him as he searches the depth of your mouth with his tongue. He attempts to ground himself, tightening his grip on your waist, afraid that if he lets go, he’ll drown in his feelings of unworthiness. He needs to prove he’s worth something, even if it’s just for a good fuck. You both let out a grunt as your bodies slam against the wall, his arm caging you in as he continues his relentless pursuit with his tongue, leaving you breathless. Reluctantly, you push your palms against his firm chest to catch your breath. His lust-filled eyes roam your face, anticipating your next move. With a mischievous smile, you roughly grab his wrist and lead him to your bedroom. It’s only been a few nights since he had you last. Falling into bed with Javi had become a regular occurrence since that first night you ran into each other after his return from Colombia. 

–

Javi stoically observes the other patrons: a group of friends wrapped in a rousing game of darts, a couple at the jukebox debating a song choice, finally settling on a Hank Williams tune, and an older gentleman around Chucho’s age swallowing down the last beer before he’s finally cut off. Javi stares at himself in the mirror behind the bar, contemplating how he found himself here, alone again. 

He’s had a long day. It was a day filled with Javi confronted by his recent past, fielding questions and congratulations about his time in Colombia and his contributions to the takedown of Escobar at his cousin’s wedding. Javi has difficulty accepting the praise; they'd be appalled if they knew of the many blurred lines he crossed in the lead-up to Escobar’s capture. His responses were polite but short. He worked his way out of the uncomfortable conversations quickly and with little detail. Only to be faced with addressing another chapter of his past, his ex-fiance, Lorraine. A reminder of his failure in romantic relationships. Still reeling from the reception, nerves shot, and a need to self-soothe the only way he knows how Javi is back out the door shortly after he and Chucho returned to the house. He didn’t even bother to change. His truck left a trail of dust as it rattled down the gravel driveway on a mission to exorcise his demons.

Javi sits forlornly, nursing a second round of whiskey. The first went down too quickly, and he had to take his time with this one. He can’t keep searching for absolution at the bottom of a glass tumbler. Javi throws his head back, glass tumbler at his lips, savoring the feel of the amber liquid sliding down his throat; his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. When Javi straightens, he watches as the door to the bar swings open in the mirror. He blinks briefly to refocus his eyes to fully take in the sight and ensure the whiskey isn’t playing tricks on him. It had to have been over a decade since Javi saw you last. His work in Colombia took up most of that time. He watches as you make your way to the bar. A sense of relief washes over him that you haven’t recognized him with his back towards you. 

You sit at the opposite end of the bar, huffing an exasperated sigh as you settle in. The bartender greets you to take your order and returns quickly with your drink. Javi quietly observes you, taking in your plush lips as they wrap around the tip of the straw, your cheeks hollow as you take your first sip. When you rest your elbows on the bar, his eyes trail down to the opening of your silk blouse, the top buttons unfastened. He can glimpse your delicate skin at this angle and peek at the lace that edges your bra. You haven’t changed much; if anything, you are more beautiful. Breathtaking, even. 

Javi knows how to read people after all his time in the DEA. It’s evident to him that you’ve also had an exhausting day, and finishing your first drink doesn’t take long. He takes in the smooth line of your neck as you take the last sip and winces when you take your frustration out on the bar top, slamming your empty glass onto the lacquered oak. Javi calls the bartender over and requests to order your next round. Your eyebrows lift in surprise when you find a fresh drink before you, having not ordered another round. With a knowing smirk, the bartender nods in Javi’s direction. You raise your glass towards him and offer a wink to thank him. 

You thought those broad shoulders looked familiar. In your haste to find a seat at the bar, the need for alcohol to quell the stress of your hectic day, you couldn’t take him in fully. You had heard about Javi’s return to Laredo but are still surprised to see him. His elbows rest on the bar, the cuffs of his sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, as your eyes scan the breadth of his shoulders and chest, confined by the grey and brick-red plaid button-up. The top two buttons released of their duty for the night, and you see a hint of his tan sternum just below the hollow of his neck. You look back up at Javi, and he’s waiting with a smirk, having caught your lingering look. The barstool scrapes across the wood floor, and Javi moves to relocate to the stool next to you. 

“So, Javi, how long’s it been?” you muse as he nears. 

He sits on the stool, one foot on the crossbar with his knee jutted out, facing you. He’s close enough that you feel his warmth through his jeans. You’re distracted by the thought of opening your legs just a few inches so he could slot his leg in between them. The thought sends a rush of heat up your spine. His thumb swipes across his plush bottom lip as it quirks up in a half smile. 

“It’s been at least ten years, hasn’t it?”

“At least,” you agree. “That’s a nice shirt. Why are you so dressed up tonight?”

“My cousin, Danny, got married today. Just got back from the reception and needed something stronger than a Budweiser.” 

With a teasing lilt, you hold his stare and ask, “Awww, was it really that bad?” 

“It was…a lot. It was good to see family, especially my Tia,” he averts his gaze, spinning his glass on the bar top, “but I had to field many questions about Colombia.” 

His eyes were still downcast; you could sense Javi was uncomfortable and quickly tried to change the subject. “That does sound like a lot, but selfishly, I’m glad it brought you here tonight. How long have you been back?”

“About a month. I’ve been helping Pops out on the ranch. It’s been a good distraction. What brought you here tonight?”

“Oh, that’s great. I’m sure Chucho is glad to have you back and appreciates the help.” You sigh before you continue, “I had a date. I’ve been seeing this guy for a few weeks. It was casual, or so I thought. He blindsided me over dinner and said he wanted us to be more. I’m not looking for that right now, so I had to end it.” 

Javi ticks his tongue, cocks his head to the side, and sarcastically huffs, “Poor guy.” 

Javi doesn’t have much sympathy for the guy, not when his idiocy leads you to him. He recalls how you’ve always played it cool, keeping men at a distance, taking what you need, and moving on. You’re not that different than him. Never one to stick around, only searching for the warmth of another body to satisfy an immediate need. Inevitably, the relationships meet their demise when the men come to need you more than you need them. 

“So,” he tries to hide his coying smile behind the rim of his glass, but you don’t miss it. “What are you looking for?”

You swallow down the rest of your drink and set it down on the bartop, gentler this time. “How about you come back to my place and find out.”

–

Javi takes in the intimate space of your bedroom. He notices the cigarette abandoned in your ashtray, slowly burning away. A paperback book lays face down on your bed, holding your place while it awaits your return. The lighting is subdued by the scarf-draped lamp in the corner, and a candle flickers on your nightstand. A mix of sage, citrus, and smoke wafts through the air. It reminds him of the evenings he spent in Gabriela’s small apartment when he was searching for release. He realizes he’s interrupted your quiet evening alone, but with the enthusiastic response he received at your door, he’s pretty sure you don’t mind the change of plans.

You guide Javi towards the bed and unbutton his shirt. Your palms flat on his tight chest as they caress up and over his shoulders, and his shirt falls to the floor. Plush lips pepper soft kisses along his jawline before you trace the tip of your tongue over the skin on his neck and down his chest in a torturous game of connect the dots, saliva linking one mole to the next. Flicking your tongue over his nipple emits a soft groan in response when you nibble on the small nub, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Your lips and tongue continue down his stomach until you meet the thick patch above the waist of his painted-on jeans, the coarse hair tickling your lips. You feel the heat radiating from his pronounced bulge, straining the front of his jeans. 

His fingers meet yours as you move to unbutton his jeans, and he shoos them away. You watch, in awe, as his cock springs free when he pulls his jeans down past his hips. You’re not surprised to find he is completely bare underneath. You grip your bottom lip with your teeth as you watch a bead of precum leak from his uncut tip. Not one to let anything go to waste, you flick the tip of your tongue over his slit before the bead drops. Javi releases a groan, and your eyes meet his as you take the head of his cock between your lips. 

With one hand gripping his ass to pull him closer, the other wraps around the base of his cock. You begin to stroke his shaft in time with your mouth. You take him as far as you can until his tip hits the back of your throat. Overwhelmed by the sensation, his hands cup the base of your skull, with his fingers laced through your hair. He gently guides your head back and forth, setting a smooth pace. When he removes his hands, you speed up, saliva dripping out the corners of your mouth as you hum and moan over his length. Javi grunts out a plea for you to stop before he comes down your throat. You release him with a pop and swirl your tongue around the tip as one final tease before you rise from your knees. 

He cradles your jaw with his calloused hands, drawing you nearer to consume you with a bruising kiss. A mix of tangled tongues and nipping teeth elicits a chorus of moans from both of you. With your palms flat on his bare chest, you push him back towards the bed. He collapses and adjusts his body to rest his head on the pillows. You peel away the rest of your clothes slowly while he watches you, stroking his cock as he takes in the delicate curves of your body and soft skin shadowed by the room’s dim lighting. When you’re completely bare, he beckons you towards him. With a leg on each side of his hips, you rub your wet pussy over his length. His eyelids flutter as your arousal coats his shaft. He grabs your hips and, with an impatient gruff, “I need to taste you. Come up here and sit on my face.”

Eagerly, you ascend his body, leaving a trail of your arousal across his sternum before you move to situate your thighs on either side of his face. He teases kisses over the delicate skin of your inner thighs, tickling you with his mustache. He palms your ass to bring you closer to his mouth and wraps his forearms around your thighs to hold you in place. You peer down through hooded eyes to admire the landscape of sinew and veins over his arms as his grip tightens. Satisfied with your position, he widens his tongue and licks through your folds at a languid pace. You start riding his face and grinding your slick folds along his nose, the tip hitting your clit in an intoxicating cadence while he fucks you with his tongue. He moans into your pussy, swipes his tongue through your folds, latches his lips around your clit, and begins to suck, causing the heat in your belly to reverberate through you. He continues to eat at you and smacks your ass, causing you to slam your palm against the wall for balance. Your other hand is carding through his hair, gripping the tendrils to push his face into you. 

“Yeah, eat that fucking pussy.” He moans at your demand, and you feel your belly start to coil with your imminent release. With his lips latched onto your clit, he continues sucking until you’re writhing and screaming his name as you come, soaking his chin with your release. 

“Fuck…” Javi is breathless. He would gladly suffocate in your pussy, “You taste incredible.” 

You shift your hips and begin to crawl down his chest. When your pussy meets his cock, you hiss when the tip hits your oversensitive clit. With his grip on your hips, he guides you back and forth over his cock to coat in your slick. You continue the pace, teasing him until he whimpers and begs to be inside you. 

“Begging for this pussy like a slut, huh?”

Before he has a chance to answer, you grab his cock and notch the tip at your entrance. Teasing it in slowly until he can’t wait any longer, he grabs your waist to spear you onto him. You begin riding him in earnest, using his cock as you see fit. His thrusts begin to meet yours as he pistons his cock into you. 

He lustfully watches the bounce of your tits as your ride him. They’re too far away from his mouth. He needs to feast on them. As he sits up, he takes a breast in his mouth, sucking kisses around the heavy weight, and takes a nipple in between his lips, nipping the hard bud with his teeth. His pursuit continues on your other tit when you circle your hips. He feels your pussy squeezing him and reaches in between your bodies to rub his thumb over your clit. Your legs begin to quiver, signaling you’re close, and he increases the pressure. He wraps his other arm around your back, pulling you into his chest. Your breasts pressed up against his bare chest, sticky with sweat. Your hardened nipples brush up against his skin as you ride him, causing more slick to build in your core. His grip tightens as he positions his feet flat on the bed and thrusts into you relentlessly. His pelvis slamming into your ass when he coos into your ear as you both ride out your orgasms together. Javi blurts out, “Tell me you need me.” 

He feathers soft kisses along your cheeks, down your jaw to your neck. He presses light kisses onto your bare shoulders. On his return ascent, he nuzzles his nose along your skin, retracing his steps to your lips. 

Taken aback by his declaration, you hum in response to his delicate touches as you both work to catch your breath and return to the room. Hoping that he was deep in the throws of his orgasm and he didn’t mean anything by it. Javi sits up, one leg bent with his foot flat on the bed and the bed sheet draped over his softening cock. He leans back against the headboard and lights a cigarette. Resting his arm on his knee, he looks down at you with hopeful eyes. 

You reluctantly make eye contact with him when you finally ask, “Why are you here, Javi?”

“I just needed to see you.” It’s at this moment when you realize Javi needs you more than you need him, and this has run its course, whatever “this” is. You’re not interested in more than fucking. You’re not interested in fixing a broken man, even if the sex is the best you’ve ever had.

Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏻

npt for @almostempty since you asked about this particular WIP. 😊

[onboardsorasora]

It's been crazy few days and we all need a little bit of just distraction and some happiness. For @chaosinstigator, I wanted to write a longer scene than I normally do. I hope you like it😘

Part 1 | Part 15

Part 16

“Charles, where is Daniel?” Max stretched and bit back a yawn. The first day of preseason was always the longest. What with all the engineering meetings and marketing squeezed in-between.

Charles looked up from his conversation with Pierre– eyes wide. He looked around before smiling to himself. “Over there. With Esteban.” He said pointing into a crowd.

“How do you know?” Max asked skeptically even as Esteban laughed down at something. A bright red balloon bobbed in his eyeline, Max sighed long-sufferingly. “Nevermind.” He muttered.

“It's a great idea!” Charles called at his back as he walked away. Max trudged through the small crowd of people, lips pulling in an involuntary smile as Daniel's shriek of happiness pierced the air.

He came upon the all crowd of media people and drivers, and in the middle was a grinning kid with a balloon clipped to his trousers. He was giggling and wiggling his little body while looking up to see if the balloon wiggled as well.

“Hello Daniel, who gave you a balloon?”

“Max!!” Little Daniel screeched and ran to hug Max's legs. “Look! A ballwoon!” Little Daniel wiggled himself and looked up at Max to see if he was watching, honey eyes large and happy.

“Look at it go!” Max praised, running his fingers through Little Daniel's hair. Little Daniel made a soft happy sound and leaned into Max's touch.

“Was it Charles’ idea?” Max asked Esteban.

“Shaaaarrrrlllll.” Little Daniel hummed.

Esteban quirked a brow at the stim, having never experienced it before. “Does Charles know he does that?”

“Shaaaarrrrlllll.” Came the squeaky voice again.

Max shrugged, “probably. But the balloon?”

“It's Naomi's birthday, he'd started following her– well the balloon and she gave it to him.” Estie explained. “It was my idea to clip it to him so he can't get lost– he had zoomies.”

“Did you go zooming today again Daniel? Did you go the fastest?” Max looked down as Little Daniel looked up with stars in his eyes.

“I went so fasht Maxy!” He promised earnestly.

“That's so good! Do you want to choose dinner tonight?”

“Can we get mummy gnocchi?” Little Daniel bit the side of his palm shyly, twisting his little body. Max froze, he knew the hotel would be able to figure out gnocchi but he needed to call Grace to find out what he'd need to do with it. Not a problem.

“Of course! And we can call mummy too.” Max offered and Little Daniel bounced in excitement. He raised his arms to be lifted and Max obliged easily, lifting Little Daniel and his balloon into his arms.

“Maxy we go home now?” Little Daniel asked, patting Max's cheek with a wet palm. Max nodded.

“Do you want to watch a race tonight or cartoons?” Max asked and Little Daniel thought for a second, holding his smooth chin.

“Race pweese! The one-the one that we was da fastest?” He asked as if Max didn't know which race he spoke about. As if their double podiums weren't Little Daniel's favourite races to watch.

“We'll watch that one.” Max promised and Little Daniel grinned happily. He twisted around to wave at Esteban who Max had completely forgotten about. Estie waved at Little Daniel with a grin and Max nodded his goodbye. They just needed to grab their bags and then they'd be on their way, their balloon trailing behind them.

“Look Maxy! Balloon!!” Little Daniel squealed, pointing upwards at their beacon. He was excited to see it flying in the sky and Max watched him happily and stroked a hand up and down Little Daniel's spine in a comforting cadence.

On their walk from the hospitality to the car, Little Daniel rested his head on Max's shoulder and clutched his hands around Max's neck. His soft breaths told Max he was asleep, tuckered out from his exciting day.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5816

Jalsa, Mumbai Jan 19/20, 2024 Fri/Sat 9:27 am

To wish the Ef is a responsibility for me .. I try , I endeavour ..

🪔 ,

January 20 .. birthday wishes to Ef Rajesh Kejriwal from Kolkata ..

And .. wishes to Ef Jana Borinskaya .. and Ef Zhenya too .. whether they like to be here or not .. for once an Ef always an Ef ..

Love and keep well and happy , my dear Ef .. 😘

Will be back shortly .. just some domestic formalities to be done and then here again ..

AB

Jan 20, 2024 Sat 11:47 PM

I said i would return, but could not so my apologies .. sometimes schedules are 'flowing in the wind' .. the 'answer my Ef is blowing in the wind .. 'the answer is blowing in the wind' .. my deepest courtesy the Bob Dylan .. THE Bob Dylan ..

got to get on to the next DAY .. so namaskaar .. !!

Amitabh Bachchan

[socialfakes]

always there for you- matt sturniolo

chapter 1 + fic

nick sturniolo x platonic abigail moore chris sturniolo x best friend abigail moore

matt sturniolo x abigail moore

series masterlist

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abigail.moore | this is brisco. he is not very smart but he’s incredibly cute and i love him so much. thank you matty. this is easily the best thing i have ever received ❤

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matthew.sturniolo really happy i could make your day. brisco is a cutie ☺

nicolassturniolo you said the best thing you ever received was the gumball machine ring i gave you in 2nd grade 😲  | abigail.moore i still have it nick ☺ i wear it every day. you know this 😂

christophersturniolo he really isn’t smart 😂  | nicolassturniolo but he’s so cute  | christophersturniolo and we love him anyway ☺  | abigail.moore not very smart & incredibly cute? sounds like you guys 😂  | nicolassturniolo you love us 😘  | christophersturniolo she definitely loves one of us more 😏  | abigail.moore well it certainly ain’t you 😉

sturnyolo i love brisco and i don’t even know him 😂

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abigail.moore | matt was so excited to get a "perfect" sponge-bob & this is why he is my best friend 😂 ps; he looks so cute here 😊

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nicolassturniolo almost as fucked up looking as you 😂  | abigail.moore fuck you nicolas 🤣  | nicolassturniolo no thanks. you're not my type 🖕🏻✋🏻

christophersturniolo still mad you get front seat privileges 😔  | abigail.moore you can have it next time 😊  | matthew.sturniolo whenever you’re in the car, the front seat is yours and if you don’t want it, nobody sits there  | abigail.moore chris can sit there every once in a while ☺  | christophersturniolo your princess has spoken, matthew

user01 he looks so cute here 😍

matthew.sturniolo ❤❤

user02 she never replies to matt’s comments but she always has something to say to nick and chris 🤔  | nicolassturniolo it’s because she loves him and doesn’t want anyone to know 😂  | user02 wait for real?

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abigail.moore | 730 days of loving you & i could not ask for more ❤ happy birthday my love ���

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user02 this isn’t matt 😲

user03 hold up…thought you and matt were dating 🤨  | user04 i thought she was dating chris honestly

oscarmyles i love you ❤

christophersturniolo has it been 2 whole years already? happy anniversary you guys, and happy birthday oscar  | oscarmyles thanks man 🎉

user05 who is this, really?  | christophersturniolo her boyfriend

user06 where’s matt?

user07 not me being delulu and thinking she was dating matt his whole time 😂

user02 can picture matt singing ‘that should be me’ by rascal flatts and justin bieber 😂  | nicolassturniolo can confirm 🤣

taglist: @worldlxvlys

[topguncortez]

26 and 49 with Bobby boy? 😘❤️

here's a lil somethin' somethin' for Mister Lewis 30th damn birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY<3

26. lingerie, 49. high heels

kinks list

warnings: mommy kink, switch behavior, dom/sub, mentions of oral.

For as long as you can remember, you always wanted a pair of black red bottom heels. There was just something about owning a pair of Louis Vuitton's that made you feel powerful, and when you finally passed your bar exam, that was the first thing you bought to celebrate. . . along with a new set of lingerie.

You were buzzing with excitement as you drove home, wanting to put on the set and the heels. You stood in front of the mirror checking yourself out, seeing how the black lace bra hugged your breasts perfectly. The garter belt accented the curves on your waist, and the cheeky underwear left little to the imagination.

The heels made your legs look long and you felt powerful. You couldn't help but snap a couple pictures of yourself in the mirror, completely ignoring the sound of your husband's car pulling up, or his footsteps up the stairs or him standing in the doorway with his mouth wide open.

"Holy shit! Bobby!" You jumped, seeing his wide eyed reflection in the mirror, "You scared me. How long have you been standing there."

"I just uh. . ." He shook his head, a deep red blush crawling up his neck, "I just g-got here?" It sounded like a question and you knew he was flustered, and could see the strain of his cock in his khaki uniform.

He cleared his throat, "How was your day, sweetie?" His voice was strained, and it only spurred you on even more.

It was like a lion hunting their prey, as you slowly walked over to him, your heels clicking against the floor, an extra sway in your hips. Bob cleared his throat again as you stood face to face in front of him, dropping your arms around his neck, one of your hands going to play with the hairs at the base of his neck.

"I found out I passed the bar exam," You smiled.

"What!? Baby, t-that's huge!" Bob smiled and pulled you in for a kiss, "We need to go celebrate."

"I already did," You said and looked down at the heels on your feet, "Now, I just wanna stay in. . ." Your voice dropped into a sultry octave, "Can we stay in? Can you help me celebrate?"

Bob nodded eagerly, and you kissed him again, this time with more passion. Teeth and tongues clashed together as your hands moved in a frenzy up and down Bob's body. He walked you back towards the bed, in his mind he had the intention of throwing you down and having his way, but little did he know, you had other ideas. Before he could push you to lay down, you flipped the two of you around, and you pushed Bob down on the bed.

"Oh," Bob said, setting up on his elbows as he looked at you. He could see the glint in your eye and he gulped, "Mommy. . ." He whimpered out and you smirked.

"Good boy," You slowly walked over to him on the bed, crawling up to straddle his waist, "Mommy wants to celebrate tonight. Can you help me do that?"

"Yes," Bob whined as you nipped at his neck. His large hands came and rested on your ass, moving you gently to press down on his aching cock, "Whatever you want me to do. Lemme celebrate you, please."

You bit your lip as you climbed off his lap. He watched with excited blue eyes as you crawled to the headboard, making sure to stick your ass in the air, before turning around and sitting against it. His eyes went straight to your core, seeing it glisten against the sheer panties. Ever so slowly, you opened your legs and mentioned for Bob to come to you with your fingers. Bob did as instructed and kneeled between your legs. You grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

"You want to be good for me?" You asked him and he nodded, "Eat mommy's cunt."

He didn't need to be told twice as he settled between your legs, slowing bringing your panties down your legs. You went to reach down to take your shoes off but Bob stopped you.

"They stay on, please?" You smirked and nodded, laying back against the head board as Bob's tongue licked a stripe from your opening to your clit.

[mothdruid]

Abby, I’m back with another drabble idea! “they’re gonna catch us—” from the smut prompts with Bob?

Congratulations and happy birthday again! 🥰😘

hehe, here you are taylor

this is 18+, mdni.

Bob looked back down the hallway, trying to not focus on you too much. But how could he not? Your lips were like fire against his skin, finding the sensitive spot below his ear. His hands tightened on the material of your flight suit, head tilting back lightly. He wished that you two were at his place, not on base. 

It wasn’t like the two of you were a secret. Well, you had been until about three weeks ago when Fanboy walked in on a quick make out session in a hallway you thought was clear. The two of you knew you couldn’t keep it hidden for long, but had hoped that it’d be your own terms when it came out. 

“They’re gonna catch us– again.” Bob whimpered, accepting a kiss from you. 

When you pulled away from him you looked down the hallway. You needed to taste him immediately. It wasn’t that you two hadn’t been able to see each other, training for the current mission was just becoming more stressful. And what better way to blow off stress than pleasing your adorable boyfriend. You gripped his wrist and pulled him further down the hallway. 

You eventually came upon a bathroom. One that had a lock. You pushed Bob in there, making sure to check the hallway one last time to make sure no one saw the two of you. Once you had the door shut and locked you pushed him against the wall. This time Bob started to reciprocate, knowing the two of you were safe for the time being. The worst was that the team might wonder where you two went. 

After a few kisses you moved to the zipper of his flight suit. Bob kept his lips attached to yours, helping your hand guide the zipper down. He shucked off the sleeves, moving to take his undershirt off. He was confused when you stopped him, shaking your head no and grabbing his hands. 

“I just wanna taste you.” 

A shiver ran down his spine at your words. You blew him regularly, almost every time you fucked if he was being honest. But this was different. You getting on your knees for him in your flight suit was something he had dreams about. 

As soon as he gave the okay you were on your knees, pulling him out of his boxers. A groan fell from him when your fingers wrapped around him, pumping his length. One of his hands shot up to his mouth when you took the head into your mouth. You looked up, mouth still on him, to see his glasses slightly askew. You moaned around him from his appearance, taking him deeper. 

His free hand moved to the crown of your head, resting as he looked down at you. He still had his hand covering his mouth, not wanting to be loud enough to alert anyone of your activities. But it was hard. Seeing your lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deeper and deeper. When you deepthroated him, he lost it. His hand gripped the hair on the crown of your head, hips slowly thrusting forward. Bob knew that he should ask if this was okay, but he just couldn’t find his voice to speak. The only thing coming from him were pathetic needy noises. 

You knew he was close when you felt his cock twitch. His shallow thrusts into your mouth became a little messy too. You looked at him, meeting those bright blue orbs. They were telling you he was closer, closer than you initially thought. You tapped his thigh twice, your signal that it was okay when he face fucked you. 

Bob dropped his head back when he came down your throat. He kept you nestled against his pelvic bone when he came. You barely tasted it; he was so far in your throat. You could feel his cum warming you from your esophagus though. God, did you wish you had more time right now. 

When you pulled off of him you gasped, taking in large and deep breaths of air. Bob tucked himself into his underwear, zipping his suit back up. He started apologizing profusely, talking about how he was out of line without asking you if that was okay. He helped you to your feet, shocked when you smashed your lips into his. 

“You should do that more often.”

[attapullman]

🎂🎂🎂

Happy early birthday my gorgeous friend!!!!!

Thank you, my lovely!

A little stats!Bob for you 😘

It’s cruel how good he looks sitting between your thighs. Hair disheveled, glasses fogged on the rim. Chest heaving beneath his thin tshirt, catching his breath after a marathon make out session in your tiny dorm bunk. A tornado could have destroyed the city and he’s only now coming up for air. Your hands reach out, trying to pull him back into your embrace. He playfully swats them away, unwillingly having to extricate himself.

send me a 🎂

[eightysix-baby]

Happy BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING!! The stuff you have been making is absolutely *chef's kiss* 😘

For the birthday celebration: 💖, 🌺 and 💙 (literally anything Chuckler would make me die).

Question for you: How did you end up becoming a fan of the HBO war shows? Did someone recommend them to you or was it something you found on your own, etc? Also who are your favorites from the shows?

Thank you and I hope you have a WONDERFUL birthday!

Hi thank you so much !! Join my birthday celebration here !!!💖

Send me a 💖 + few things about yourself and I’ll make you a moodboard or I’ll make one based on your blog 

Send me a 🌺 and I’ll make an outfit inspired by your blog

Send me a 💙+ a character and a concept or color and I’ll make a moodboard 

thanks for asking ! It was a little of both actually. Band of brothers has been one of my dads favorite shows since it first came out and he would bring every now and then but I never really payed much attention. Then a couple of years ago I came across something about the show online (can't remember why either because one of the actors or i was looking for war movies to watch) but I remembered it was the show my dad had mentioned before so I decided to watch it and well here we are lol

I have so many favorites its hard to chose I feel like I fall in love with a different boy everytime I rewatch but I’ll try lol I’ll go by show

For BoB my number 1 favorite is liebgott he’s my boy <3 ,but I also love spiers (probably my second favorite) , martin,malarky , talbert,shifty,babe

The pacific : Sledge < 3 , Hoosier , Leckie

MoTA : Egan and buck I can’t chose Which one I like more I love them both so much 💕💕 💕💕 I also love rosie and crosby

What about you ??!💗

[pendragaryen]

@carrieeve @roguetwelve @igotbellarkeforthat Thank you for tagging me, ladies! And a special thank you for your special thoughts. Means a lot. Thank you also for all your words of comfort and encouragement on my last posts. I can't put into words how important even your support from afar is to me. My sister got her first round of chemicals yesterday and all in all she's doing okay today. She has to got to the hospital every week now for about 12 weeks. The whole treatment is scheduled for 24 weeks, more or less. We all hope that the tumor has shrunken by the end of the 12 weeks....

To get ourselves distracted we visited the nearby Marienburg Castle last weekend, where a beautiful christmas wonderland/fairytale with wonderful decorations took place. It's so hard to decide, but here you have a few photos from there. It was quite nice and the right distraction in this trying time.

Also: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOB! Bless you and your little family! 😘🥳🎂🎁🎊🍀🍀🍀

@togetherkru @natassakar @bellamyblake @kateemcintyre @immortalpramheda @ninappon @igotbellarkeforthat @jeanie205 @geekyogicheese @heartbellamy

Happy Tuesday, sunflowerkru!

I haven't got much to say this week, work's mad and I can't wait for Christmas, even if it's really one day off. But here, enjoy the outtakes of me trying to take a photo of Spencer in a Santa hat. She's not a fan but once a year, I can't help myself.

@togetherkru @igotbellarkeforthat @geekyogicheese @frecklesandfanfics @immortalpramheda @infp-with-all-the-feelings @natassakar @ninappon @heartbellamy @travllingbunny @jeanie205 @roguetwelve @bookwormforalways @kateemcintyre @kizo2703 and a special shout out to @pendragaryen 💜❤️

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist

Rooster

Hangman

Bob

Phoenix

Fanboy

🌟= new post

🤕= Whump 😥 = Angst 😘= Fluff/ Relationship

✍= reader insert ✉️ = ask/ request

Main Masterlist

Dagger Squad/Miscellaneous:

Fics:

The Bet (Dagger Squad x Reader) 😘 ✍

Ice Cold (Kazansky!reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Treading Water (Toddler!Rooster & Maverick) 😥

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Rooster & Maverick as Family) 😥 😘

Maybe (Hondo & Maverick as close friends) 😥

Another Year, Another Chance (Rooster x Hangman)

You Look Down, They Know You're Lying (Part One) (Rooster x Hangman)

🌟The Middle of Nowhere (dark!Rooster & dark!Hangman & Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

🌟For What You've Done (Past!Hangman x Reader; Present!Rooster x Reader) 🤕 😥 😘 ✍

🌟Stay (Part 1) (Hangman x Bob) 🤕 😥 😘

🌟Stay (Part 2) (Hangman x Bob) 😥 😘

Drabbles:

Aftermath (Dagger Squad x Reader) 😘 ✍

Juice (Floydsin) 😘

Meeting the Master (Hangster; IceMav if you squint) 😘

Last Days (Maverick x Iceman)

Sweet Sunsets (Vampire!Coyote x Reader)

HCs:

Dagger Squad Ugly Christmas Sweaters HC

Phoenix & Rooster HC

Random Detail HC for Each Dagger

Fics:

Old Friends (Rooster x Mitchell!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Poor Timing (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Ready When You Are (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Fight Through the Pain (Part 1, Part 2) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I'll Come Back (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Livewire (Part 1) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Hold My Hand (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Time (Part 1) (Rooster x Kazansky!Reader)😘 😥 ✍

Come Home (Part 1) (Rooster x Pregnant!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Happy Birthday, Rooster! (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

A Ghost From the Past (Part One) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

A Ghost From the Past (Part Two) (Rooster x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Mayday, Mayday (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

My Fault (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Secret Santa (Rooster x Reader) 😘 ✍

Nevermore (Rooster x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

A Very Dangerous Game

One Last Time Around

HC:

Rooster x sick!reader HC

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

At Long Last (Hangman x Reader) 😘 ✍

Worth the Wait (Part 1) (Hangman x Bradshaw!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Adrenaline (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Too Much (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Zipper (Part One) (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Zipper (Part Two) (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

No Words (Extended Edition) (Hangman x Reader Soulmate AU) 😘 ✍

Some more No Words HCs

Make Me Forget (Hangman x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I'll Be Home for Christmas (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

In Your Time of Need (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

No One Deserves This (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Last Kiss (Hangman x Reader) 😘 😥 🤕 ✍

Somewhere Out There Is Somebody Masterlist (Hangman x Reader Soulmate AU) 😘 ✍

Jake's Destiny (Hangman x Stripper!Reader series)

The One Rule (Cheater!Hangman x Wife!reader) 😘 😥 ✍

🌟Drink With Me (Hangman x Reader; eventual Vampire!reader, vampire AU) 😘 😥 🤕 ✍

🌟I've Got You (Hangman x Reader) 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

I Won't Say I'm in Love

Never Lost

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Waiting for Someone (Bob x Reader) 😘 ✍

A Mistake (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

I Thought I Lost You (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The Accident (Part One) (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The Accident (Part Two) (Bob x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

From the One Who Loves You 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

No Laughing Matter (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader) 😘 🤕 ✍

In Another Life (Miles Miller x Reader; Bob x Reader - soulmate AU where Miles and Bob are the same soul) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

Perfect

Forgotten

Brighter than the Sun (former Hangman x Reader; current Bob x Reader)

She's Imperfect But She Tries

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Out of the Closet (Phoenix x Mitchell!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Drabbles:

Beach Waves and Babes

..... More Coming Soon!

Fics:

Bravery (Fanboy x Reader) 😘 ✍

The Life I Didn't Know (Fanboy x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

..... More Coming Soon!

Gifs:

Great Balls of Fire (Rooster Dancing)

Great Balls of Fire (Bob)

Bob Doesn't Drink

[wrenhyperfixates]

Marshmallows After Midnight

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When Peter shows up at your and Loki’s apartment, the young hero has more than enough plans for mischief. Warnings: lots and lots of fluff A/N: This is my entry for @lucywrites02’s​ writing challenge! I used prompt 3. “Did you know that if you microwave a marshmallow it will blow up?” “It’s two in the morning- what are you even doing h-” *marshmallow blowing up in the background* and prompt 18. Laughing so hard they both have tears in their eyes. Happy early birthday, my sunshine!! Hope you enjoy this story as sweet as you 😘❤️

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Disclaimer: Gifs not mine

Loki turned over in the bed, half asleep, his arm seeking out your slumbering form. Even when you were off in dreamland you sought out his warmth, snuggling closer to him. He loved the way you fit against him, your back to his chest. If he could, he’d just curl around you and hold you to him forever. 

As Loki began to drift back off to sleep, he heard a sort of popping noise. It could have been nothing, he knew. But then again it could have been-

“Did you know that if you microwave a marshmallow it will blow up?” Peter asked excitedly.

“It’s two in the morning-” Loki abruptly cut off when the teen hopped on the bed. You began to stir, too. “What are you even doing h-”

Cue the sound of another marshmallow blowing up in the background. Loki groaned.

“Hehe, sorry,” the young hero apologized sheepishly.

“Ok, ok. Let us go check out your little science experiment, hm?”

The God of Mischief gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before he got up. You made a little whiny noise and felt around the bed for him as his body went missing from beneath the sheets. He chuckled and whispered to you that he’d be back soon. He hoped that your slumber hadn’t been too disturbed.

The rest of the Avengers were busy on some mission or another, and Aunt May was off visiting some friends. So, Peter needed someone to look after him, and you and Loki just so happened to have a spare bedroom in your apartment. Though, he was supposed to arrive in the morning. Loki chuckled at the boy’s reply when he voiced this.

“But it is the morning! You said it yourself. Two in the morning.”

“That is not what I meant, spiderling. We were expecting you in the daylight.” He laughed softly, not even mad when he saw the sticky mess. “And here I thought I was the expert mischief maker.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Loki,” Peter sighed. “I wanted to make you guys s’mores, but things got a little out of hand. Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.”

Now Loki saw crumbs of graham crackers and melted chocolate on the island and smeared on the microwave buttons. When he opened it, he found it on the inside too. Not to mention the fingerprints of the sweet stuff left all over the kitchen.

“How about this, we both clean up, and then we can make the treats together?”

Peter excitedly bobbed his head up and down, and then the two set to work. Loki was busy cleaning the goop of marshmallow from the microwave dish when you came up behind him. Your arms folded around his waist in a hug. 

“It smells good in here,” you remarked, voice still groggy with sleep. “Good morning, love. And Peter you’re here early,” you laughed.

“Yup!”

“And full of energy, too,” you chuckled as he wrapped you in a hug of greeting. 

“I may have had an energy drink right before bed. Again.”

“Hey, if I get s’mores out of it, I think it’s ok every once in a while,” you winked.

“Oh, why you encourage such bad habits, I will never understand, but I too am never opposed to sweets,” Loki joined in on the laughter as you grabbed a piece of paper towel and some Windex to help with the clean-up.  With all three of you working, the kitchen was soon sparkling again. This time Loki used his magic to make a heat source for your snack. Something you were all rather grateful for, not wanting to deal with another mess. 

By the time you’d finished eating, it was already 4 a.m. The god was feeling a bit more awake by now, but was sure you’d all need some sleep before the rest of the hijinks you’d be getting up to the following week. But when he suggested some more shut eye, it seemed Peter had a different idea instead. 

“Snowball fight.” he solemnly said, going over to his duffel bag.

“Pardon?” Loki asked. “Spiderling, there is no snow. How do you propose w-”

“SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!” he shouted again, aiming a home-made marshmallow launcher at the god.

You and Loki squealed in laughter under the assault of the squishy, white projectiles Peter was using as “snowballs.” This was definitely a premeditated attack, but you were both delighted by the turn of events all the same. 

“Come on, we need to take cover,” you shouted over Peter’s war cries, grabbing Loki’s hand and running with him to the living room. You took cover behind the couch. “Alright, now we need a plan.”

“One step ahead of you,” Loki smiled, holding up a couple bags of marshmallows he’d nabbed from the counters.

Your stronghold did little good against someone who could stick to the ceilings, and soon marshmallows were raining from up above. You and Loki began throwing marshmallows at him from either side. The onslaught was enough to get him to come back down to the ground. You kept trying to dodge his fire, but it was too much. 

“Nooooooo,” you fake wailed, clutching your side as you fell to the ground. “I’ve been hit!”

“Darling, no!” Loki cried, dragging you to safety behind a table. You both struggled to keep up the serious facade over your snickers. “You must go on.”  “I cannot, my love. Avenge me.”

“Always, my darling.” He stole a quick kiss before hopping up and using his godly agility to vault over the table to face his faux foe. “Alright, you fiend, let us end this.”

“Gladly. Mwhahaha-” his evil laugh cut off as he fired his canon but nothing came out. He was out of ammo. “Oops. How about a truce?”

“Never!” Loki whooped flinging marshmallows at the boy with impressive speed. 

Peter went manual too, flinging them back at the god win his hands. Eventually, Loki descended upon Peter and tackled him towards the carpeted and pillow-covered ground. You came back from the dead to join the dog pile. Your boys were both laughing so hard they both had tears in their eyes, and soon you dissolved into the same mess of a state.

When you all calmed down, your dog pile turned into more of a cuddle puddle, Peter tiredly pulling down a blanket to have haphazardly strewn on him, finally ready to crash. Loki fixed it around Peter’s shoulders, and the boy cuddled into his side, almost like he would a father or a brother. Loki smiled softly, and your face mirrored his when you noticed how gently he was looking at his young friend. 

“I’m glad Peter came early,” you said, sleep creeping back into the edges of your voice. “This was a lot of fun.”

“It really was. I do not even mind my beauty sleep being interrupted,” he chuckled, arm wrapping around you. You rested your head on his free shoulder. “This was more than worth it.”

“Mhm,” you yawned. “Goodnight again, my love.”

“Goodnight, my darling.”

And so, all three of you drifted off to sleep together, thinking of the mischief you could make tomorrow.

[westerberg]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🦎💘 i love u so much u are a blessed friend here on this website and i'm so excited for the day we get to meet each other!!!! a beloved member of beastie nation and the #1 replacements stan around (especially in my heart) 💓💘❤️‍🔥💖💕

Woweww even bigger replacements stan than bob odenkirk 😳😍😘🥰 u said it not me....😏 jake I love u from the bottom of my heart u make this website very fun and everyday I am thankful to be a part of this wonderful beasties nation with u. I can’t wait 2 see you and syd!!!!!!!!! it will be totally off da hook 🥳🎊🍻🤠💃🕺🎈🎈🎈🌪☄️⚡️

[midnightcowboy1969]

Happy birthday 🥳🎉 we love you girl. long live bob steele

✊🤠🥳😘 Thank you, Basta ❤️🥰

[hazynightsct]

Please join us in wishing our co-owner Bob a very happy birthday! #happybirthdaybob #whataboutbob #bob? #loveyou ✨ Thank you ✨😘 (at Hazy Nights CT) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVLCREIr0nf/?utm_medium=tumblr

[celila-reblogs]

for anyone wanting to watch some bob ross episodes with happy little trees and happy little accidents... go here:

http://www.twitch.tv/bobross

it's in corporation with the bobross brand, so completely legal. if the channel is not live right now, check the video tab where you have about a season per broadcast.

the channel goes online once a week to show one season twice in a row (so that all timezones have a chance to watch some bob ;)) and once a year - to celebrate bob's birthday - you can watch the bob ross marathon -- all season that were ever recorded in a row... that's about two weeks of non-stop bob ;D and a twitch chat that's going crazy and being flooded with bob memes.

enjoy ... the joy of painting 😍😘

Do you believe everyone can draw or do you believe that those who can are simply born with it?

I believe that everyone can LEARN to draw. Some people are faster at learning to do so, but essentially everyone has the ability to draw and you just need to bring it out by practicing heaps and putting in the hard work. Drawing is like a muscle, the more you work it the stronger and more adept it becomes :) x