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meazalykov · 2 months ago

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the season to (not) be jolly

barcelona femeni x esmee brugts x reader

summary: you hated christmas, and your teammates figure out why

warnings: childhood neglect, trauma, angst, financial poverty, etc

the excitement rings through the barca locker room like electricity, bouncing off the walls and between your teammates.

the holiday break is just around the corner, only one training session and ninety minutes of football separating everyone from flights to faraway places like back home, home-cooked meals, and quality time with loved ones that only get to see them from the stands at important games.

it is a cheerful chaos—laughter echoing, jokes being thrown back and forth, and plans being laid out like promises.

"we’ll be in norway,” mapi grins, slinging her arm around ingrid as she sits beside her.

“ingrid’s parents already have the cabin ready. a real winter wonderland, i shall say.”

“it’ll be nice to be home,” ingrid adds softly, her smile as calm and steady as always.

you sit at your locker, head tilted down as you lace your boots, pretending to be engrossed in the task as their words float around you.

it feels safer to keep your eyes on your hands, watching how your fingers move—pull, tighten, tie. over and over again. anything to distract yourself from the sting in your chest.

you feel it every december. that heaviness. that punching ache in your ribs when people start talking about their families, their holiday traditions, and their childhood memories.

you can’t relate. you never could.

to your left, keira and lucy are chatting animatedly about spending christmas in england, lucy teasing ona about the inevitable cold since ona will be going with her. to your right, patri and claudia are arguing over who will get more gifts from their loved ones, both wearing matching grins as they playfully push on each other.

but you? you just exist in the in-between, silent, invisible.

the noise grows louder. the locker room feels smaller. your throat tightens, that familiar burn rising behind your eyes. you push it away. this is not the time to fall apart.

alexia’s voice cuts through the chatter again, light and teasing as she looks ahead at you.

“nina, you’ve been quiet. what about you? where are you headed this christmas?”

you freeze for half a second. it’s subtle enough to go unnoticed, but the question lingers in the air like a heavy fog. you glance up, forcing your expression into something neutral—something safe.

“nowhere special,” you say with a small shrug, trying to keep your voice steady.

“just staying here at home. might catch up on needed sleep without needing to wake up for training.”

“no plans with family?” mapi asks, brows furrowing slightly.

you hate that. you hate when people ask about your family. after leaving your home to live in paris, where you played for a season and a half with psg (before leaving when the barcelona offer came up in 2021), you stopped talking to your mother who wanted nothing to do with you.

your answer has never changed, and yet, every time it feels like a fresh wound being prodded.

“yeah,” you mutter, looking back down at your laces.

“just after christmas though.”

thankfully, mapi doesn’t press further. her attention shifts back to ingrid as she brings up the norwegian christmas markets, and you’re left to sink back into your silence, drowning in it.

you look over at the corner of the locker room to see esmee, your girlfriend, looking right at you. jana sits beside her, laughing about a joke sydney made while esmee notices the sadness in your eyes.

the look in your eyes can be hidden from the team, but you can’t hide it from esmee.

she notices—of course she does—because she knows you better than anyone, even after just eight months of being together. normally, you’re her sunshine, a steady source of warmth no matter what the day brings.

you’re the first to crack a joke after a tough training session, the one to steal food off her plate at team dinners just to see her roll her eyes, the one who sneaks kisses when no one’s looking and holds her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

but now? now you’re quieter, smaller. you smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and your laughter sounds hollow when it finally comes.

“i don’t have to go, you know,” she told you last week as you sit together on the couch, her thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of your hand.

“i can stay here with you.”

you shake your head almost immediately, forcing a smile as you press a kiss to her knuckles.

“no, es, you should go. your family wants to see you. they miss you.”

you don’t tell her the rest—that you don’t want her anywhere near the dark place that december always drags you into. she’s too bright, too good, to get caught up in the emptiness you feel during this time of year. so you push her away gently, telling her you’ll be fine, that you’ll call her every day and send pictures of maple– your cat— curled up at the foot of the bed.

esmee doesn’t look convinced. she squeezes your hand tighter, leaning her forehead against yours.

“you’re not fine,” she whispers, eyes searching yours.

“i am, esmee.” you say.

you’re just tired, you convince yourself. however, the words stick in your throat because you know she won’t believe them. this is the first december you’ve spent together, the first time she’s seen you like this, and it terrifies you—being vulnerable in front of someone you care about so much.

you’ve always hated christmas. as a kid, it was just another reminder of everything you didn’t have. no presents waiting under a tree. no stockings hung by the fire. no warm meals shared at a crowded table.

instead, you had an empty house, cold and quiet.

your mom always worked. always. christmas, birthdays, weekends—it didn’t matter. “we need the money,” she’d say coldly, pulling her coat on as she hurried out the door, leaving you behind.

sometimes, she’d forget it was even christmas until days later.

“we’ll celebrate next year,” she’d promise. but next year never came.

you can still remember what it felt like to see the other kids at your academy, showing off their shiny new boots, their expensive kits, their gear from nike or adidas. their parents would stand proudly by the sidelines, bundled up in warm coats, smiling as they cheered.

then there was you, wearing a pair of cleats one size too big—scuffed, worn, bought secondhand with the crumpled euro bills you’d earned from mowing lawns or shoveling snow after training each afternoon. you’d tuck your hands into the pockets of your thrift-store jacket to hide the holes in the seams.

your academy teammates didn’t know how lucky they were.

you hated them for it, sometimes. hated their laughter, their joy, their easy lives. mostly, you hated yourself for feeling like you didn’t belong. for being the girl who showed up every day with nothing to show for it but grit, raw talent, and determination.

now, years later, that feeling lingers.

you’ve worked hard—harder than anyone—to get here. to wear the barcelona crest on your chest. to play alongside some of the best players in the world. to prove to yourself, and to everyone else, that you deserve this.

no matter how much success you achieve, no matter how many goals you score or games you win, you can’t outrun the past.

christmas will always be a reminder of what you never had.

you pull your boots off, methodical and slow, as the locker room continues to cheer around you. your teammates don’t notice the way your shoulders slump or how you turn away slightly, shielding your face.

“hey,” a voice says quietly beside you. it’s aitana, sitting beside you since her locker is beside yours. her tone is softer than usual, like she’s noticed something.

“you okay?”

you nod quickly, too quickly.

“yeah. just tired.”

she doesn’t look convinced, but she doesn’t push. aitana never does. she just nods and goes back to her boots, letting the moment pass without making it heavier than it already is.

you’re grateful for that.

you finish changing, moving through the motions on autopilot, your mind elsewhere. the noise in the room feels muffled, like you’re underwater, and when you finally leave the locker room, stepping out into the cold december air in your new training gear, you inhale sharply—like you’ve been holding your breath all along.

the sun is already setting as you leave training hours later, streaks of orange and pink blending with the darkening sky. your breath comes out in clouds as you walk toward your car, hands stuffed deep into your coat pockets.

you stare at the horizon for a moment, watching the city lights flicker to life in the distance. it’s beautiful, you think absently. and yet, it makes you feel so small.

tomorrow, the break begins. your teammates along with your girlfriend will board flights, heading off to homes filled with warmth, love, and laughter.

and you? you’ll stay here. alone.

you’ve grown used to loneliness over the years. it’s familiar. like an old coat you can’t bring yourself to throw away.

that doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

you sit in your car for a long time before starting the engine, the radio playing faintly in the background. a christmas song—cheerful and bright—fills the silence, and you quickly shut it off, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

you hate christmas. you hate the way it makes you feel. like you’re still that little girl, watching the world through a window, longing for something you’ll never have.

turning on the radio, you hear, “walking around the christmas tr–” before slamming your fingers on the mute button. there was no christmas tree in your apartment, nothing in your space shows that it is even december.

not like alexia’s apartment that clearly shows that is is the holiday season. the scent of cinnamon candles and fresh pine greet esmee like a warm hug as she visits alexia.

soft music plays from a speaker in the corner, and the living room is an organized mess of wrapping paper, ribbon spools, and tape dispensers scattered across the coffee table.

“es!” mapi’s voice is the first to cut through the scene, grinning up from where she’s sitting on the floor, tape stuck to her sleeve.

“about time you showed up. come help me wrap ingrid’s gift before she figures out what it is.”

“you’re impossible,” ingrid mutters beside her, laughing as she ties a bow on someone else’s gift. maybe vicky’s since esmee saw the ipad that the younger girl asked for.

esmee smiles at the couple teasing eachother, kicking her shoes off and settling onto the floor, careful not to disrupt the organized chaos. across the room, olga – alexia’s girlfriend – sits on the couch beside alexia, scissors in hand as she trims the edges of wrapping paper, while salma sprawls nearby, half her attention on the gift she’s wrapping and half on her phone.

“is mine here?” esmee teases after a moment, eyes narrowing playfully at the pile of brightly wrapped boxes beside alexia.

“it’s already done,” alexia replies without looking up, focused on folding the paper perfectly around a large box.

“you’re not getting any sneak peeks until new year’s eve like everyone else.”

“como no,” esmee groans dramatically, earning a laugh from salma and mapi. she leans back on her hands, soaking in the cheerful atmosphere for a moment, but the weight in her chest pulls her down before she can fully enjoy it.

the smile fades from her face, and her gaze drops to her lap.

“what’s wrong?” alexia asks, finally noticing the shift in her demeanor.

esmee hesitates, chewing her bottom lip. “it’s... about y/n.”

the room quiets slightly, everyone’s attention turning toward her. mapi raises an eyebrow, already halfway to smirking as she leans into ingrid.

“trouble in paradise?”

“no, no,” esmee says quickly, shaking her head.

“it’s nothing like that.”

olga sets down her scissors, studying esmee carefully.

“then what’s wrong?”

esmee swallows hard, fiddling with the corner of a ribbon.

“i feel like... i need to stay in barcelona for the holidays. with y/n. she’s—she’s going to be alone.”

alexia frowns slightly, confused.

“no, she’s not. she told me she’s going to see her mom and family eventually.”

esmee’s heart sinks, her brows furrowing as she glances up at alexia. “that’s not true,” she says softly, shaking her head. “she hasn’t spoken to her family in nearly five years.”

silence falls over the room like a heavy blanket. alexia looks stunned, her brow creasing deeply as she processes esmee’s words. salma sets her phone down, staring in disbelief, while mapi and ingrid exchange quiet glances.

“she told you that?” alexia asks carefully, her voice softer now.

“yeah,” esmee nods, her voice steady but heavy with concern.

“she doesn’t want anyone to know. i think—i think she told you that lie so you wouldn’t feel bad for her. she hates christmas. she’s always hated it. i don’t know why, but i can assume that it has to do with her family.”

“joder,” mapi mutters under her breath, rubbing the back of her neck.

“y/n’s gonna be alone? she didn’t tell anyone?”

“she wouldn’t,” esmee says, guilt rising in her chest as she looks around at them.

“she acts like everything’s fine, but it’s not.”

ingrid exhales slowly, her face softening with quiet understanding. “we can’t just leave her like this,” she says firmly.

“esmee’s right—she shouldn’t be alone.”

“what do you suggest?” alexia asks, her voice sharper now, edged with determination.

“we go to her,” mapi says immediately, pushing herself to her feet as if the decision is already made.

“right now. if she won’t talk to us, we’ll make her.”

“she’s going to hate me,” esmee says quietly, worry flickering across her face as she stands, too.

“she doesn’t want anyone to know. she’s going to be so upset that i brought you all into this.”

alexia crosses the room in a few strides, stopping in front of esmee and placing a hand on her shoulder. her expression is calm but resolute, a quiet authority in the way she looks at her.

“she won’t be upset at you,” alexia says firmly. “i won’t let her be.”

esmee lets out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as the others begin to gather their things. the cheerful hum of the evening is gone now, replaced by a silent determination that hangs thick in the air. alexia is the first to head for the door, already pulling on her coat, and one by one, the others follow—mapi, ingrid, olga, salma.

as esmee pulls her own coat on, she sends up a silent hope that you will understand. she knows how fiercely you guard your heart, how much you hates people seeing the parts of yourself that are broken.

esmee also knows that you deserve more than an empty apartment and silence on christmas day.

back to you– the steam still lingers faintly in your bathroom, curling around the doorframe as you pad out into your apartment, feeling the lingering warmth of your everything shower settle into your skin. your matching red plaid pajamas feel soft and clean, clinging to you in that perfect way that only comes after freshly washed laundry.

you won’t admit to anyone that the red plaid feels a little festive—that maybe, on some level, you allowed yourself to indulge in something resembling the season.

your hair is pulled back in a loose, low braid, wisps escaping around your face, and your apartment is spotless. floors vacuumed, counters wiped down, blankets folded neatly on the couch. if you couldn’t have christmas, the least you could do was make sure the space felt fresh and ready for the new year. clean, organized, empty. just like you wanted it.

you hum quietly as you step into the kitchen, reaching for the bowl of fruit on the counter. you’d planned to snack a little while watching a movie tonight, something non-festive—maybe a thriller like friday the 13th– anything that didn’t mention families or magic or joy.

before your hands can reach the fruit bowl, there’s a knock at your door.

you frown slightly, the sound cutting through the quiet apartment like an unexpected jolt. you assume it’s esmee—she’d mentioned she might come by to say goodbye before she left for the netherlands in the morning.

“coming,” you call softly, feet shuffling toward the door.

when you swing it open, your breath catches in your chest.

standing in the hallway, crammed into the small space outside your apartment, are esmee, mapi, ingrid, alexia, salma, and olga. esmee stands closest to the door, just beside mapi, her expression tinged with worry that makes your stomach turn.

everyone else has the same look—soft, cautious, and far too knowing.

“what’s—” you start, forcing a smile to smooth over your features.

“what are you all doing here?”

“surprise?” mapi tries, her voice lighter than the rest, but even she falters when your eyes narrow slightly in confusion.

“can we come in?” alexia asks softly, her tone careful.

you nod slowly, stepping aside to let them file in one by one. salma gives you a small smile as she passes, and olga pulls you into a quick hug—her familiar warmth a brief comfort.

“it’s good to see you,” she says, and you force another smile, nodding.

“you too. it’s been a while.”

as the door clicks shut and you turn back to face them, the knot in your chest tightens. their expressions don’t match their usual energy—not the teasing, playful banter you’re used to. instead, they’re quiet, gentle. worried.

“is everything okay?” you ask, scanning the room as they settle awkwardly around your small living space. you go on sit on your grey colored sectional couch as everyone follows you.

alexia is the first to speak.

“y/n... are you really going to see your family this year?”

the question hits you like a punch to the gut. your heart drops, and your eyes immediately dart to esmee, who looks at you apologetically. you don’t even need to say it—your expression screams “did you tell them?”

esmee shifts slightly, opening her mouth to speak, but mapi cuts in before she can.

“she can’t save you from this conversation,” mapi says gently, though there’s no humor in her voice.

“we know you lied.”

you take a small step back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “i’m fine,” you say quickly, the words rushing out before you can think.

“i don’t have christmas plans, and that’s okay.”

“it’s not okay,” ingrid says firmly, her voice soft but resolute.

“y/n, it’s clearly not fine.”

you feel the walls closing in, your heart pounding in your chest. the room feels too small, the air too thick. flight or fight mode kicks in—you want to run, to get away from their prying eyes and gentle words that feel like they’re picking you apart piece by piece.

“there’s nothing wrong,” you stammer, shaking your head as you back toward the couch.

“i don’t know what you’re all talking about. i’m fine—”

“hey,” esmee’s voice cuts through the panic, soft but steady, and when you look at her, the tension eases ever so slightly.

“it’s okay. nobody here is judging you, okay? you’re safe. you’re not in trouble for lying to ale.”

her words ground you enough to sit down, curling into the corner of your couch. you hug your knees to your chest, wishing you could shrink into yourself, disappear completely.

you don’t want to be here, in this moment, with all their eyes on you.

“i just hate how everyone gets to have a good holiday except me,” you mumble, the words spilling out before you can stop them. your voice wavers, cracking slightly as the truth seeps through the cracks in your armor.

ingrid is the first to move, crossing the room to sit beside you. she doesn’t say anything—just wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you gently. olga comes next, kneeling on the floor beside the couch and resting a hand on your arm.

“what do you mean by that?” olga asks softly, her voice a careful whisper.

alexia moves to sit in front of you, dropping to her knees so she can look up into your face. her expression is open and kind, patient in the way only alexia can be.

“what happened, y/n?”

you close your eyes tightly, your fingers digging into your knees as you try to fight back the sting of tears. you don’t want to tell them. you don’t want anyone to know. but the words are already there, clawing their way out, demanding to be heard.

“i never had christmas, my birthday afterwards did not seem important either..” you whisper finally, your voice so small it’s almost lost to the room.

“i don’t even know what the happy feeling is supposed to feel like.”

alexia’s brow furrows, and mapi leans forward, her voice quiet but gentle.

“can you explain?”

you take a shaky breath, the air trembling as it leaves your lungs.

“growing up... it was just me and my mom. we didn’t have money for christmas. no tree, no presents, nothing. she worked all the time—she had to. bills came first. even with that, she was never nice to me. she made it seem like i was asking for too much.”

your throat tightens, but you force yourself to keep going, to let it out.

“when i was in the academy, all the other kids would come back after christmas with new cleats, new gear, new jerseys. i’d still be in hand-me-downs from thrift stores. i’d use money i got from doing yard work to buy boots that were a size too big to make sure i could fit in them for a few seasons– because it was all i could afford.”

the room is silent as you speak, the weight of your words settling over everyone like a blanket. ingrid’s arm tightens around you, and olga gently rubs your arm as tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“i hated it,” you admit, your voice breaking.

“i hated watching everyone else have families, have traditions, have... love. i hated feeling like i did something wrong, like i wasn’t good enough to deserve it.”

you bury your face in your knees, unable to look at them. your shoulders shake slightly as you try to keep yourself together, but the truth is out now, raw and ugly, and you feel exposed in a way that terrifies you.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” esmee says softly, sitting on the floor beside alexia now.

“none of that was your fault, y/n.”

you don’t respond, but the tears slip free, hot and silent against your skin. you feel alexia’s hand settle on your knee, grounding you, and ingrid presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“it’s not fair,” you whisper.

“it’s not fair that everyone else gets to be happy except me.”

“but you deserve to be happy, too,” alexia says gently, her voice firm with conviction.

“you deserve love, and joy, and traditions, just like everyone else.”

“we can’t change your childhood,” salma adds softly.

“but we can change this year and every year after this one.”

you lift your head slightly, looking at her through blurry eyes.

“what do you mean?”

“you’re not spending christmas alone,” ingrid says simply, brushing a tear from your cheek.

“none of us are going to let that happen.”

“you’ll come with me and olga,” alexia says.

“we’re having dinner with her family on christmas eve, and you’re coming. no arguments.”

“and before you say no,” olga adds quickly, smirking slightly, “it’s not a pity invite. it’s a ‘we want you there because we care about you’ invite.”

you look around the room, at all of them—esmee, alexia, mapi, ingrid, olga, salma. their faces are open, kind, and so full of love that it makes your chest ache.

“you don’t have to do this,” you say quietly, but esmee shakes her head.

“we want to,” she says softly.

“you’re not alone anymore, y/n. you have us now, you have me.”

something shifts in your chest at her words, the weight you’ve been carrying for years lifting

you don’t know what christmas will feel like this year, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad.

esmee shifts beside you, reaching for your hand, threading her fingers through yours as you lay your head on her chest. her touch is soft, steady, and when you glance at her, you see something unwavering in her eyes—love, determination, all of it laid bare.

“i’m staying in barcelona,” she says quietly, her voice gentle but firm.

your brows furrow immediately, and you sit up slightly.

“esmee, you don’t have to—”

“no,” she cuts you off, shaking her head with a small smile.

“i’ve already decided. my family is coming here instead on the day after christmas. we’ll celebrate together, and you’ll be with us.”

you open your mouth to protest again, the instinct to push her away rising, but before you can say anything, alexia’s voice chimes in, calm and final.

“again, that’s not up for debate,” she says softly, kneeling back onto the floor to look at you, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“you’re family to us, y/n. esmee’s family loves you just as much as we do. and that’s final.”

you glance back at esmee, your heart tightening, your walls cracking just a little more as her thumb rubs soothing circles over your knuckles.

“you’re not alone anymore,” she says again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“this year, you’ll have a real christmas. with me. with my family. with our family.”

you stare at her for a moment, overwhelmed by the weight of her words, by the love in her gaze that feels so foreign yet so familiar all at once.

"okay,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as the beginnings of a smile tug at your lips.

“okay.”

esmee leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as alexia gives your knee one last reassuring squeeze. the rest of the room seems to exhale in relief, the energy softening into something warm and safe, like a blanket wrapping around you.

for the first time in years, you let yourself believe it.

you’re not alone.

and this year, christmas will be different.

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Easter eggs

Taylor Swift x Ferrari!driver!reader

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Warning hate, homophobia, not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary Taylor always leaves Easter eggs in songs and posts, in this case the Easter eggs are about a curtain Ferrari driver…

This was a request!

Extra info: Readers number is 87

A/N Also I want to say; this is in NO WAY implying that Taylor is gay; I am just making a fan fictions. I know that she is in a relationship but this is just fiction. Also I know I use pictures of her with friends as her on dates but I am in no way implying that that is that. Again I am just making fiction and I am using the things that exist to make fiction that I and other people enjoy reading.

Its a bit long but I LOVE it!

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Yourusername I had such an amazing time at the Eras tour in Paris! Thank you so much to Taylor for inviting me, for all the fans for being so nice and trading bracelets with me. Also a (again) a big thank you to Taylor for gifting me this STUNNING cardigan so that I could wear it. This may be the highlight of my year!

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CelebrityNews Taylor Swift seen at the Monaco formula 1 Grand Prix. This is exiting news after people did a deep dive on lyrics on Swifts new album and saw references to the sport, beside those references there are also mentions of ‘she’. Could this be Taylor coming to support her new love? Or is this just making a public appearance to a sport that she has publicly said she loves, and that she is letting her fans clown (again). Read more on our website!

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Formula1Gossip Taylor Swift once again spotten in the paddock, this time in red, she was also seen in the Ferrari garage. Is she there to support a special someone? Or is she there because she likes the sport? On our website we did a deep dive!

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User1 Oh? Again?

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WAGnews Taylor Swift once again spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. This time wearing a Y/n Y/l/n sweatshirt with her number on it. Does this mean that they are together? Or is it just friend supporting friend?

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User8 I think they are just friends, so why is this on the WAG page?

User9 …and they where roommates…

User10 What if Y/n gave her the sweater after Taylor gave her the cardigan??

User11 She looks so happy now! I’m happy for her!

User12 I think that if her and Y/n would be dating they would be a POWER couple with Taylor dominating the music industry and Y/n dominating Formula 1

User13 As the user said on Twitter; the red is getting more and more over the weekend.

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Yourusername What a great weekend was this! p1! And congratulations to Charles with P2! It was as always a very enjoyable weekend and I had some very special people with me🫶 see you in Canada!

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Charles_Leclerc Great job Y/n👍

Taylorswift It was amazing watching this weekend🫶 and congrats on P1!! liked by author

User1 Great job!

User2 Everyone just ignoring the kiss?!?!?!!! I CALLED IT!!!

User3 YEAH!! I WAS SO SHOCKED!!!!

User4 HARD LAUNCH AT RACE!

User5 P1 LETS GOOOO

User6 I think the world just stopped after that kiss

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Yourusername The cats out of the bag I guess…… here is my lovely girlfriend; Taylor! I think you all know who she is, but in case you don’t; she is a amazing sing and songwriter, she is one of the most famous person right now, she is very kind, very passionate about what she does (and also very talented in what she does), very generous and also very funny (she is also a cat lover (she forced me to put that in)). I hope you will all love her as much as I do because you will see us together a LOT more. This is the love of my life, forever and always.

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Taylorswift I LOVE YOUU!!!❤️🫶🫶❤️❤️ liked by author

Taylornation Power couple!!

Y/l/n87 The cutest!

Landonorris traitor

Charles_Leclerc Happy for you!

User7 AAAHHHHHHH

User8 The caption is the SWEETEST thing EVER!!

User9 Her putting Taylor song lyrics in the caption is EVERYTHING to me!!

User10 They are adorable!!

User11 I’m speechless

User12 The compliments are just🥰🙂😊😘🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

User13 Not the cat mention😂😂

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CelebrityGossip After the recent reveal of the relationship from Taylor swift and Y/n Y/l/n, here are some pictures of them that we where sworn to keep private until their relationship as announced. A very cute couple indeed, more pictures on our website

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User1 THEY ARE SO CUTE!

User2 I AM SO HAPPY! I CALLED IT YALL!!!

User3 This is my new Roman Empire

User4 YOU KNEW???? AN GOSSIP ACCOUNTS KNEW AND DIDNT GOSSIP?! THAT IS INSANE!

User5 I remember some of these outfits, and they are from a year ago. So they’ve been together for that long without us knowing?!

User6 Power couple, and hottest couple ever.

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rhaenella · 1 year ago

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CL16 | Is It Over Now? | pt.4

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

genre: social media au

summary: you and charles have been everyone's fave couple on the grid, but when you somewhat unexpectedly break up, you turn to songwriting to cope with the pain

face claim: léon

a/n: all songs mentioned are by léon and some of taylor’s from the vault. also a massive thank you to my part time french teacher @xeresmalfoy for helping out and checking my grammar ❤️

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y/n: Your reaction to Is It Over Now? has been nothing short of incredible. I feel your love 🤍 And that’s why I decided to give some of that love back to you. Besides my new music video, we’ve been secretly rehearsing for a special little something…

It’s been a busy couple of weeks but I’m very excited to announce that I will be playing three small, intimate “one night only” shows in London (7/11), Paris (7/12) and New York City (7/15) next week. I can’t wait to see some of you there, let’s make it a good one x

🔗 Link to tickets in my bio!

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sophiet: Yasss girl🔥see ya next week😘

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landonorris: Surely friends will get a discount, no?

y/n: Hmm… we’ll see

yourmanager: No.

user7: i can’t waittttt!!!!!! see you in new york 😍❤️

user8: y/n really said i’m gonna use my pain and turn it into a creative outlet and i think that’s so beautiful and inspiring ♥️

user9: I CANT BELIEVE I MANAGED TO GET TICKETS

user10: omggg you’re so lucky they sold out so fast

user11: yeah i was too late :(((

user10: hopefully y/n will do a bigger tour🤞🤞

y/n: Sooooonnnnn 🤫

user10: OMFG

3 July

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wagsf1update: Pierre, Kika, Charles and Maddy attend day eight of Wimbledon!

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user23: charles and pierre look so gooddd 😍😍😍

user24: clone is cloning

user25: the way charles was only really talking to pierre during the game

user26: maddy and charles look so happy and in love in those pictures……. NOT

user27: so far i haven’t seen either of them smile in each other’s presence

10 July

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11 July

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11 July

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alex_albon: Our professional opinion: this new up an coming artist was not too bad 🧐 (and fun fact: her post-concert cravings are REAL)

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y/n: Omg Alex…

y/n: DID YOU HAVE TO POST THAT PICTURE

alex_albon: Yes

danielricciardo: Starving performer devours a burger 🍔 by alex.jpg

lilymhe: I told alex not to do it but he never listens to me

alex_albon: I can’t help that’s what she looks like when she eats

carlossainz55: This is true, I’ve witnessed this myself

y/n: I hate all of you

maxverstappen1: But secretly you still love us

y/n: Careful champ, there’s a fine line between love and hate

landonorris: Go on, please hate them so I will get all the love since I’m the only one here taking the banger pics

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12 July

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y/n: London was an absolute dream. Thank you for an unforgettable night❣️à demain Paris 🇫🇷

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user18: absolute dream? ABSOLUTE FIRE ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user19: BEST. NIGHT. EVER.

user20: it was emotional but oh so fucking powerful

user21: say don’t go is my new favorite song, i love it so much 😭❤️

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user21: you were spectacular!!!!! please come back soon

user22: j'ai hâte de vous voir demain, j'attends de vous voir en live depuis des années!!🙊💕

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12 July

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It was late. Way past midnight. Maddy had already gone to bed a few hours ago. But Charles was still up, slouched on the couch in his five-star suite, a frown edged deep into his forehead.

He silently scrolled through his social media, switching from Twitter to Instagram to Twitter and back to Instagram again. You'd just posted new photos of your show in London tonight, looking as beautiful as ever.

The stage was where Charles knew you felt most comfortable, somewhere you weren’t scared to open up your heart and be vulnerable. The atmosphere you were able to create during your concerts couldn’t be put into words. It was truly something one of a kind. The way you effortlessly connected with the audience… it always left him speechless and usually with a wide, beaming smile.

In other words, he would never tire of watching you perform.

Charles had always been proud of you. And still, as he sat there reading through the thousands of posts by your fans and even some by his colleagues, he couldn’t help but feel that same sense of pride swell inside of him.

Though, that pride was mostly overshadowed by a feeling of intense guilt. Guilt that kept nagging at him ever since the moment you’d packed your bags and left his apartment with tears running down your cheeks. His heart clenched painfully as Charles thought back to that particular day. It was his fault. All of it. He had been stupid. No, beyond stupid. It had started out as a drunken mistake. But you can’t make a drunken mistake twice, let alone thrice.

When you’d found out and had confronted Charles, he hadn’t denied it. And in that moment, he’d witnessed that last bit of hope you’d stubbornly clung to, shatter before his eyes. Along with your heart and your trust.

As the reality of the situation had slowly dawned on him, he’d gone completely numb. Charles had wanted to fight for you harder, but he hadn’t. If he had, his current situation could’ve possibly been entirely different. Your new song—which he had already listened to three times—made that perfectly clear.

But he had decided on another path. A decision that resulted from losing the love of his life by his own hand. Did it make any sense? To choose to stay with the girl he’d betrayed you with? In his loneliness it had made some weird type of sense. Because if there was one thing Charles couldn’t handle well, it was being alone. And boy, he’d never felt more alone than when you’d closed that door behind you, making him believe there was no longer hope for a future together.

Now, all he wanted was to focus on moving on and stick to his decision to be with Maddy. Was he in denial about his true feelings and the pain he tried to bury deep inside of himself? Perhaps. Probably.

Charles was still mindlessly scrolling when Maddy emerged from the bedroom, leaning against the wall studiously. He hadn’t even heard her until she cleared her throat, speaking to him softly but with a tinge of annoyance.

“Charles, are you finally coming to bed?”

“Ouais, je serai là dans une minute,” he answered absentmindedly.

Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.

She rolled her eyes. “How often do I have to tell you: speak English. I’ve no clue what you’re saying.”

“Mhm, désolé…”

Charles paused, quickly looking up as he realised his mistake.

“Seriously,” Maddy scoffed.

He winced at her irritated look. There was no denying Maddy had a temper, her moods changing as quick as lightning. The countless fights Charles and her had had in the past few months were enough proof of that.

“Sorry,” he tried again.

She huffed, stomping away in the direction of the suite’s bedroom, harshly closing the door behind her.

He rubbed his temple, sighing. He was just tired. And speaking in his native tongue when he was tired or upset was something he did without thinking.

Years ago, you’d quickly figured that out as well. However, you never judged him for it. No, you were understanding, trying to acquaint yourself with his language to understand him better. To be there for him. In the end, you knew him so well that you could almost always accurately read him, the language barrier between you no longer an issue. Not that it had ever been one in the first place.

He thought back to one of the tweets he’d read before Maddy had come barging in.

‘Charles made the biggest mistake of his life. I hope he realizes it.’

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting his head lull back against the couch’s headrest. And just like he’d done ever since that fateful day, he willed all of his doubts, guilt, and pain into a neat little box, unable to face them. Charles sighed again, pushing himself to his feet, wearily following in Maddy’s footsteps towards their shared bedroom. But as his hand hovered over the door handle, one single truth echoed through him, unwavering.

Oui, he thought. Je le comprends.

Yes. I do realize it.

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insidekatmind · 2 months ago

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"Under the Parisian Sky"- Trent Alexander Arnold

The sun was gently setting behind the majestic silhouette of the Eiffel Tower, painting the sky with shades of pink, orange, and purple. Paris, with its timeless beauty, seemed to have stepped out of a love fairy tale. The streets were crowded with tourists and Parisians, but at that moment, everything seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you.

"Do you like it, my love?" asked Trent Alexander-Arnold, his English accent making you melt every time. His brown eyes, as deep as molten chocolate, shone with a special light as he gazed at you with infinite tenderness. His warm hand wrapped around yours with such gentleness, as if the entire world was held within that simple gesture.

"It's perfect, Trent," you replied, letting your gaze get lost in the wonder of the view. "I couldn't have imagined a better place to be with you."

"I knew you'd like it," he said with a sweet, knowing smile. "But it's not over yet, my love."

You tilted your head to the side, curious. "Oh yeah? What else do you have in mind, Mr. Alexander-Arnold?" you asked with a mischievous, playful smile.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You'll find out soon, my princess. For now, just trust me."

You continued walking along the cobblestone streets, hand in hand. Every so often, Trent would stop in front of a flower stall or a street artist, his sincere curiosity for the little things in the city on full display. That was just like him — always attentive to details, just like on the football pitch. And it was this very way of being that made you fall in love with him more each day.

"Shall we go there?" he suggested, pointing to a small pier overlooking the Seine. It was a secluded spot, away from the bustle, with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, which now glowed with thousands of golden lights like a jewel in the heart of Paris's night.

"It's beautiful," you said, stopping beside him. The cool air caressed your skin, and the scent of the Seine's water mixed with that of wildflowers. It was as if nature itself wanted to bless this moment.

"Yeah, it is," he replied, but his gaze wasn't on the Eiffel Tower. It was on you.

You turned toward him, your heart beginning to beat faster. There was something different in his eyes, a light you had never seen before. His smile was tender, but also serious.

"What's wrong?" you asked, suddenly aware of the silence between you.

"I want to tell you something," he said, taking a deep breath. His fingers fidgeted nervously with the edge of his jacket. "Actually, I want to ask you something."

You frowned, your heart now racing wildly in your chest. "Trent, are you okay?" you asked, a hint of concern in your voice.

He laughed, but there was a note of sweet nervousness in his voice. "Yeah, I'm okay. I’m just… I’m just a little emotional." Then he took a step back and slid a hand into his pocket. When his hand reemerged, he was holding a small blue velvet box. Your breath caught in your throat.

"No…" you whispered, bringing a hand to your mouth. "Trent, I don't believe it…"

He got down on one knee, pressing his knee against the cold surface of the pier. Around you, the world seemed to freeze. Every sound of the city softened, and the only thing you could hear was the frantic pounding of your heart.

"My love," he began, lifting his eyes to meet yours. His eyes glowed with emotion. "Since you came into my life, everything changed. You made every day brighter, every moment more special. I can't imagine my future without you by my side."

Your vision blurred from the tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t speak, your throat tight with emotion.

"I want to be there for you — in every joyful moment and every challenge. I want to be the man who makes you smile, who supports you, who loves you more and more every day." He opened the box, revealing a ring with a diamond that sparkled like the stars above you. "Will you marry me?"

A tear slid down your cheek, followed by another, and another still. A wave of overwhelming emotion swept over you. Your voice came out trembling but firm.

"Yes, Trent. Yes, I want to marry you!" you exclaimed, letting the tears stream freely down your face.

He laughed with joy, getting to his feet and pulling you into a tight embrace, spinning you around. His arms wrapped around you with such strength, and your hands clung to his shoulders as if to make sure you’d never let him go.

"I love you," he whispered against your ear, his voice full of emotion.

"I love you too, Trent. I love you more than words can explain," you replied, burying your face in his neck, the scent of his skin bringing you comfort and peace.

Paris, the city of love, had now become the symbol of your promise. And under the golden lights of the Eiffel Tower, you both vowed to love each other forever.

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justagalwhowrites · 2 months ago

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Joyeux Noël - A Lavender AU Christmas Story

Joel and your daughters plan something special for you for the holidays. A Christmas one shot set in the Lavender AU Universe.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. No outbreak AU. Fluff fluff fluff. Christmas fluff. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 3.6k

A/N: JOEL AND DOC ARE BACK FOR THE HOLIDAYS BECAUSE I MISSED THEM (and hopefully some of you did, too.) This can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that Joel and reader are a married couple with a shared biological daughter as well as Ellie and Sarah. I hope you enjoy this tooth rotting-ly sweet fic!

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December 24, 2024

“You’re sure you’ve got everything?” Sarah asked, her son, Carson, squealing in the background.

“Pretty sure,” Joel said, frowning a little.

“Put me on FaceTime,” she said. “Show me.”

Joel sighed and fussed with his phone until it became a video call, Sarah on the other end with a smudge of flour on her nose.

“Busy over there, baby girl?” He teased.

“Your grandson got me in the face when we were making sugar cookies,” she said. “I haven’t had the chance to get cleaned up yet, the kitchen is a disaster but that’s beside the point, show me Mom’s suitcase.”

Joel fussed with the phone again - having to search for the little button that let him do it, not a fan of figuring out technology without the help of any of his girls - and got the camera to flip around.

“So I put in some of the sweaters she wears a lot,” he said, showing Sarah the stacks. “Some of the pants she likes, too. Got this one dress she looks real good in, real good…”

“Ew,” Sarah said.

“Shut it, kid,” he said. She laughed. “Got the shoes she says are comfortable, some that are pretty, too…”

“Do you have a bag for her?” She asked.

“What do you think you’re lookin’ at?”

“Not that kind of bag,” she rolled her eyes. “I mean a purse.”

“Wouldn’t she just bring the one she uses all the time?” He asked.

“Dad, you’re going to be walking around Paris,” Sarah said. “Spending hours in museums and in stores and lounging at chic cafes, she’s not going to want to carry that giant thing around. In her closet, in one of the dust bags at the top is a smaller bag that Ellie, Evie and I went in on for Mother's Day, grab that one. It’s cross body so she can just wear it, she likes that when she’s walking around a lot. Also, do you have her hair stuff?”

“Hair stuff?” Joel frowned. “Don’t they have that in the room?”

She sighed.

“See, this is why I make you show me,” Sarah said. “Yes, there’s shampoo and stuff but she uses serums and oils and things, she needs those. Bathroom next.”

Joel obeyed his oldest daughter’s instructions, thankful that the two of you were so close that she’d know these kinds of things. He got what she told him from the bathroom and packed it.

“Alright,” she said. “I think you’re all good! Just let her get a book or five at the airport and you’ll be golden, old man.”

“Thanks, kiddo,” he smiled a little. “You still good to take your sister for a while?”

“Of course,” she smiled back. “I love Ellie and Evie can stay as long as she wants until she wants to go back to school. Plus Brandon could use someone to give him a run for his money on this new video game, he’s getting over confident.”

“Thank you for keeping an eye on Ellie,” Joel said. “We’d like to get all you girls on a trip like this with us sometime but for the first one…”

“It should just be the two of you,” Sarah finished for him with a smile. “She’s going to love it, Dad.”

He sure hoped so.

Joel had been planning this for a while. Decades, really.

Back when the two of you were young and flat broke, a trip to Paris had been a pipe dream. You talked about it that way, the same way Ellie talked about going to the moon now, something that you dreamed about but didn’t expect to ever have.

Then Evie came along. Then you were in med school and then you were an intern and resident and attending and Sarah got married and Ellie joined the family and life had just gotten in the way, as it always seemed to.

But it had been a beautiful life and you’d never even come close to complaining about not getting to visit France the way you’d dreamed. As you’d always done, you put everyone else’s needs and wants before your own, constantly looking for a way to make Joel or your daughters’ lives better before thinking of yourself.

But the Paris trip was possible now. The two of you had made more money than Joel had ever dreamed of making, Sarah and Evie were off on their own and Ellie was in a good enough place that she could spend a few weeks with her sister. Things were even calm at work for both of you - Tommy could run the business for a few weeks and Joel had coordinated with your boss to get you time off. It was the perfect time to finally give you something you’d been dreaming of as long as Joel had known you.

Joel didn’t want to put more work on your plate, though, so he worked with Sarah, Evie and Ellie to plan everything. Sarah traveled a lot - she’d made it to Europe long before Joel ever had - and knew how to find a good hotel. Ellie told Joel about the different museums to visit, her passion for art coming in handy as he was planning. Evie - who had even taken after your knack for language - helped Joel learn a few phrases in French (though he was going to be pretty dependent on you to get around.) But that was fine. As long as you were happy, he didn’t care if everyone around him was speaking gibberish.

“Dad!” Ellie yelled from down the hall. “Mom just texted, she’s almost home!”

“Shit,” Joel said, zipping the suitcase quickly. “Stall her for me, will ya?”

“Can do!” She yelled back and he heard her pounding down the stairs to intercept you.

Joel hauled the luggage downstairs the best he could, stashing the packed bags in a room just off the garage so he could wrestle them into the trunk later. He finished just as the garage door opened and Ellie went racing past him to catch you in the car, giving him a chance to slip into the living room unnoticed. You joined him just a minute after he got there, flopping on the couch next to him.

“Tough day?” He asked, putting his arm up so you could snuggle into him.

“Just long,” you sighed. “That early start the day before a holiday made this shift feel like 20 hours, not 12. But at least I have Christmas off to spend with you and the girls before I’m back in on Thursday.”

Joel tried to keep from smiling at the fact that you didn’t know that, by this time on Thursday, you’d be across the world.

“Want to watch a movie?” He asked. “Your pick.”

“Sure,” you snuggled closer. “But let’s see what Ellie and Evie want to watch, I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you guys.”

He kissed your forehead and called the girls down, the two of them settling on Elf followed by Die Hard and you not even putting in a vote for your favorite because you never tried to put yourself first in anything. That’s why Joel was doing all this, to make sure it happened at least now and then. He made you a plate of Chinese food and you fell asleep against him when you finished it, still wearing the Christmas-themed sweater and earrings you’d worn that day to the hospital.

“Alright, girls,” Joel said quietly. “Upstairs, Santa can’t come ’til you’re in bed.”

Evie and Ellie shared a look before looking back to Joel.

“Goodnight, Dad,” Evie said, getting up and helping Ellie to her feet, too. “I hope Santa can get Mom upstairs OK…”

He snorted and watched the girls go to their rooms before laying you gently on the couch. He went and got the presents out of your closet and stashed the suitcases in the back of the car. He stuffed the stockings - you sleeping peacefully the whole time - and set up the living room the same way he’d done since Sarah was little before gently rousing you from your long winter’s nap.

“C’mon, baby,” he said softly, cupping your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “Bed time.”

“But…” you sat up, groggy. “We gotta set up Christmas and…”

“Already done,” he smiled. “Let’s go, sleepyhead.”

You sighed contentedly as he looped an arm around your waist and guided you groggily to your room.

“You’re the best husband in the world, you know that?” You said as you burrowed against his chest once you were both in bed.

He smiled.

“Doin’ my best, baby.”

***

You definitely missed having little kids on Christmas morning but having older ones had its perks.

You woke up before Joel, your unreasonably early day - and bed time - on Christmas Eve rousing you before the sun.

Your husband was still snoring gently and you just watched him for a moment, a peaceful look on his face in the red and green glow of the lights on the eaves outside. You smiled. There was something so damn beautiful about the man you’d married more than 20 years ago, just getting to look at him while he slept made you feel unreasonably lucky, like you were getting away with something you shouldn’t.

You ran your fingers through his hair, slow and gentle, and he stirred, smiling every so slightly before delicately catching your wrist and bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered.

He smiled broader, his eyes still closed.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Want one of your presents now?” You asked and he opened one eye so fast it made you giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You leaned in close and kissed him softly, almost chastely, before moving down his body and nudging him onto his back as you went. Your lips went over the firm expanse of his chest, the soft warmth of his stomach, down to the top of his pajama pants where his thick length was already hardening for you.

You tugged the pants down enough that you could get at his cock. You licked the tip of him, tongue circling his head before you wrapped your lips around just the very end, sucking softly at his precome.

“Goddamn baby,” he said, already breathless, his hand coming to the back of your head as you took the whole of him slowly, tantalizingly into your mouth.

Once you swallowed him into your throat, you moaned and held him there, sucking and savoring him before starting to move over him. You pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock, making his head run along the roof of your mouth as he started to move in shallow, gentle thrusts, working himself deeper, groaning as he did.

“Can I have that soft little pussy, too?” He asked eventually, sounding desperate, his grip tightening on your head. “Because goddamn baby if I don’t need you right now.”

You sucked him all the way to the tip before releasing him from your mouth.

“You can have as much of me as you want,” you said, breathless yourself. “I’m all yours.”

Before you had the chance to start sucking him again, he tugged you back up his body, laying you beside him before rolling to face you. He gripped your thigh, tugging your leg over his hip and tucking your panties to the side before petting at your leaking entrance.

“Good,” he whispered. “Just the way I want you.”

The tip of his cock replaced his fingers and he thrust just the head of himself inside of you, stretching you enough that you had to press your face into his chest to muffle your moan.

“How do you always feel so goddamn good, baby?” He asked, tugging you closer as he pushed inside. He tucked your head below his chin, one arm below you and around you, his fingers spread wide between your shoulders, his other on the small of your back holding you in just the right place. You were completely enveloped by him as he filled you to the root, everything about your husband completely surrounding you. “Don’t deserve something as good as you.”

You just groaned in protest, not really able to form words, too overwhelmed by the way Joel was completing you.

Instead, you rocked your hips against him and he responded in kind, the two of you moving slowly, firmly against each other. Heat drew low inside you, concentrated on where Joel was shaping you to him and you grew tighter and tighter around him, your orgasm growing sure and steady.

“You gonna come for me?” He whispered in your ear. You moaned and nodded against him. “Good, want you to come for me, let me feel it baby, milk me dry, c’mon.”

You let out a strangled little sob as you obeyed, your channel fluttering and rippling around him.

“There she is,” he breathed, keeping his pace inside you, the tip of his cock pressing into the soft place within you that made your back arch and toes curl as he ground himself deep. “That’s it, baby, keep coming, come on my cock. Fuck, you take it so well, come so pretty for me, just keep… keep…”

He squeezed you tighter, thrust impossibly deeper and you felt him come apart inside you with a needy grunt, throbbing deep and hard as he filled you, drawing your orgasm out as he did.

You went limp in his arms as your climax eased and his hold on you loosened just enough that he could kiss you, his lips gentle on yours as both of you came back down to earth.

“Dunno that anything’ll top that present,” he teased lightly and you laughed.

“One of the upsides to not having little kids running in here at six in the morning,” you smiled before kissing his chest and snuggling closer. His cock was softening inside you, the combination of his come and yours starting to drip from you. “Can we just stay like this for a while? I miss you when you’re not inside me.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers trailing over your spine.

“Course baby,” he said softly. “Think we got a bit before the girls start moving.”

You luxuriated in the slow start to the morning, drifting in and out of consciousness with Joel’s cock nestled inside you, your husband thrusting slowly and gently now and then so he stayed deep. The sun had just started to peek through the blinds when you heard a toilet flush down the hall and you kissed Joel one last time before slipping him from you, adjusting his pants and your panties before the girls were knocking on your door.

You loved Christmas morning with your family, loved the sense of joy and closeness as you watched your daughters open presents while you sat on the couch, snuggled up to Joel with a cup of coffee in your hands. You’d never had a holiday quite like this one growing up, always just you and your grandmother making the best of it. You treasured that, too, but it was different now, when you were surrounded by the people you loved more than anything else who loved you in return.

Ellie was super excited about a set of really nice markers you’d asked Andrew for help in researching, Evie shrieked with glee over concert tickets for her and her girlfriend and Joel kissed you so deep when he opened the fancy coffee maker you got him the aching place between your thighs throbbed again.

After cinnamon rolls and bacon and coffee made with Joel’s new toy, the four of you headed to Sarah’s, laughing as Carson showed you everything Santa brought him and giving Joel a look when he gave his grandson candy behind his daughter’s back.

“Well,” Joel said, downing the last of his beer as your entire family sat around Sarah’s table after dinner and dessert, you tucked contentedly against his side. “I’m afraid we gotta hit the road.”

You frowned, twisting to look at him.

“What?” You asked, looking down at your watch. It was barely five. “No we don’t, I don’t need to be in until tomorrow afternoon, we can hang out and…”

“No, Mom, you do really need to go,” Sarah said, a serious look on her face.

“Yeah,” Ellie nodded. “Don’t wanna be late.”

“Late for what?” You said.

Evie looked up from her phone.

“I just checked and everything is on time,” she said.

You laughed, looking around at your husband and daughters.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. “What’s on time, everything is closed. Are we going to a movie?”

“I mean, we can when we get there if that’s what you wanna do,” Joel shrugged. “But you’d have to translate for me the whole time.”

You frowned, looking around again, all your children looking like they were about to burst with excitement.

“Can someone clue me in?” You laughed again. “Because I’m at a loss…”

“Oh, right,” Evie said, going into her purse, pulling out an envelope and handing it over. “Guess you’ll need that.”

Joel was trying to hide his grin but you knew him too well for that and you just raised your brows at him as you opened the envelope. He just shrugged a little, his smile getting harder and harder to conceal.

“What are you all up to?” You teased as you opened the envelope, unfolding the papers that were inside.

“Guess you’ll have to look,” Joel shrugged.

You rolled your eyes good naturedly before looking at the pages in your hands.

It took you a second to realize what you were holding: a flight itinerary.

You frowned.

“Joel?” You asked looking over at him.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Joel, this…” you looked back at the paper, your heart racing. “Joel, this is a plane ticket.”

“Is it?” He asked, smile apparent in his voice.

“Joel,” you looked at him again. “This is a plane ticket to Paris. And it leaves in four hours.”

“Technically, I think it’s two plane tickets,” Joel said, sitting up to look over your shoulder. “First class, in case you wanted some room to sleep on your first overseas flight.”

“But…” Your eyes ranged over the ticket before looking around, all your daughters grinning like the cats who ate the canaries. “I have work!”

“Well, see, that’s where you’re wrong,” Joel smirked. “Talked with your boss back in October, you’re not due back to the hospital for a few weeks.”

“I…” you looked down and back up again. “I need to pack!”

“Wrong again, Mom,” Sarah smiled. “Dad took care of that. And I checked his work, you’re good.”

“We need to plan…”

“I gave him a list of all the coolest museums,” Ellie said proudly, cutting you off.

“And I helped Dad be a little less totally useless in French,” Evie added.

You looked around at all of them, tears stinging at your eyes.

“You all planned this?” You asked, a lump in your throat. “For me?”

“Been a long time coming, baby,” Joel smiled, his large hand cradling your elbow, thumb rubbing gentle circles over you. “You deserve it. Have for a while.”

“He’s right, Mom,” Sarah smiled, too. “After taking care of all of us over the years, it’s about damn time.”

“You’re the best mom in the world,” Ellie agreed. “Figured it was time that you see some of it.”

“You always do everything for all of us,” Evie said. “We really should return the favor now and then.”

You looked back at the tickets, covering your mouth with one hand, giving up on trying to keep from crying.

“I…” you sniffed. “I don’t know what to say!”

“How about we just say bon voyage,” Evie said. “Because you need to get on the road or you’re going to be late for your flight!”

You let your children usher you and Joel to the car and you gave everyone hugs as Evie and Ellie got their bags from the trunk so they could stay with Sarah. You hugged them all goodbye, having to dry your tears every time you realized exactly what was happening: You were finally going to Paris, a place you’d always wanted to go, on a trip planned by the people you loved most.

Joel drove the two of you to the airport, you practically glowing the entire way. Joel didn’t let you carry your own bags and you were still in disbelief as you settled into your seat on the plane, a glass of champagne in your hand as you waited to take off.

“So,” Joel smiled, watching you. “You excited?”

“I can’t believe it,” you said, laughing a little. “I can’t… You really shouldn’t have done all this, not for me!”

“Oh baby,” Joel reached out and cupped your cheek. “You’ve done nothin’ but take care of everyone else as long as I’ve known you. Don’t think I can ever do enough to repay you for that but you gotta let me try, at least at Christmas.”

You smiled and leaned over to kiss him.

“I think I can handle that.”

He smiled.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said. “Or should I say… joyeux noël? That right?”

You laughed, his accent comically bad but so charming you had to love it.

“That’s right,” you said. “Joyeux noël.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #lavender #joel miller x oc #joel miller smut #christmas fic

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allgoodnamesrgoneee · 7 months ago

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Heyyyyyyy. I love your imagines. I was wondering in honor of Kylian joining Real Madrid today, Can you make an fluff imagine where you go with him to his Real Madrid presentation with his family and friends to support him and it’s cute behind the scenes moments leading up to his presentation ? An already established relationship .

Thank Youuu ❤️

I'm so excited about Kylian joining Real Madrid. So proud of him. I wish him success in his future, and may he accomplish all his goals💛

Sorry if this one is a little wonky, wrote it on my lunch break.

Presentation Day

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You support Kylian on his presentation day.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.2k

Warnings! FLUFF, supportive reader, Kylian is playing for Madrid y'all!!!

Today is the day.

The day that Kylian had been waiting for his whole life. The day that would mark a significant milestone in his career. The day that he would be presented as a Real Madrid player.

You're so proud of him. You can't even put it into words. You've seen him work so hard for this. How much he's sacrificed to get here. It's a day that he deserves to celebrate and you can't wait to do just that. By his side.

You still can't believe that you're here for this. You can't believe that he picked you to be here with him for this special day. You can't believe that you've been able to be a part of his life these past three years.

You remember the day you met him. You had just started working at a popular news company and your first assignment was to attend a Paris-Saint Germain game that he was playing at. You were doing some interviews with some of his new teammates and he walked by and you couldn't help but stare at him. He had this air about him, this confidence, this spark in his eyes that made you just want to know him.

When he walked into the room where you were doing the interviews, you almost dropped the microphone in your hands. He was so handsome up close, so charming. You introduced yourself to him and you couldn't help but stare at him. You were nervous as hell but he made you feel at ease. He made you feel so comfortable in his presence and you found yourself laughing and joking with him.

After the interview, Kylian offered to show you around the stadium. You couldn't believe it. Here you were, walking beside one of the most talented footballers in the world, chatting like old friends. He was easy to talk to and genuinely interested in your work. Though the conversation was very surface level you were surprised at how down-to-earth he was.

By the end of the tour, he asked for your number. To your delight, you exchanged numbers, not entirely sure if he would actually reach out. But he did, later that evening, and from that day on, you started texting each other regularly.

It wasn't long after that he asked you to be his girlfriend. You said yes and you two became inseparable. The chemistry was undeniable between you two. You couldn't get enough of each other.

You went to his games, you were there for him when he needed you and you were his rock. He was your everything.

You never could have imagined that three years later, you would be standing in the bathroom of your new home, getting ready for his presentation at the Santiago Bernabéu.

You're wearing a black jumpsuit with a gold belt that accentuates your waist. You've curled your hair and did your makeup. You're even wearing the gold necklace that he bought for you last week. You want to make sure that you look good for him. You want to make sure that he knows that he deserves this day. That he deserves everything that he's worked for.

You're slipping your shoes on when you feel a tap on your ass. Without even looking up you know who it is. You roll your eyes at his antics but can't help the smile that creeps onto your face.

Even after all these years together, you still get butterflies in your stomach when he touches you.

"Kylian," you scold, but the playfulness in your tone tells him you're not really mad, "do you have to do that every time?"

He grins, his touch lingering a moment longer before he steps back, hands in his pockets. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he replies, his tone light but his eyes betraying a hint of nerves. You know he's trying to keep it together, trying to stay calm for what lies ahead.

"Tu es magnifique," he says, his voice softening as he steps closer, his hands finding your waist. His French accent is as sexy as ever. Sending child down your spine as his hands continue to hold you close. His eyes raking your figure in the mirror.

You look perfect.

You blush, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you."

"I mean it," he whispers, his gaze sincere, his grip on your waist tightening. "You look so beautiful." He meets your eyes in the mirror again. "I'm so lucky to have you." He pulls you flush against his chest. "Tu es la femme de mes rêve." His lips brush against your ear. "I couldn't imagine being here without you." He finishes his words with a gentle kiss to your neck.

Your heart melts. Your heart beats faster. You've heard him say these words before. You've heard them more than once but each time still gives you butterflies. Each time makes you love him even more.

You lean back into him, wrapping your arms around his around your waist, savoring this intimate moment with him before you have to share him with the world.

"You ready?" he asks softly, breaking the peaceful silence.

You turn to face him, his hands still holding you close, your arms finding their way around his neck. You bury your face in his chest. You take a deep breath and breathe him in. You smell the cologne he's wearing.

"I should be asking you that" you whisper, your hands resting lightly on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat under your palms, steady but perhaps a beat faster than usual.

"I'm a little nervous," he admits with a small frown, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on your waist.

You know how much he's worked for this. You know how much pressure he's under. You know how much he wants this. But you also know that he's going to do great. You know that he's ready for this.

You reach up to cup his cheeks in your hands, your eyes soft and encouraging. "It's okay to be nervous," you assure him with a reassuring smile. "But you're going to do amazing. You're Kylian Mbappé You're going to rock this. I know you will. You've worked so hard for this." You tell him, your hands finding their way to his neck, your thumbs rubbing gentle circles against the skin there.

He's silent for a moment before he pulls you into a tight hug, his head burying in your neck. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, letting him take comfort in you. You let him hold you like this for a few seconds, feeling him breathe you in.

"I love you, thank you for doing this with me. For being here." he mumbles into your skin, his voice so soft and so sweet.

You smile. Your heart racing at his words.

"I love you too," you whisper back.

He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. "Seriously bébé," he says, his voice soft but full of conviction. "I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you for being with me every step of the way. You've sacrificed so much to move here with me. I will never be able to thank you enough for all the things you do for me. I promise to always be there for you, to support you, to make you happy. To be the best boyfriend I can be. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." His hand rests gently on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your jaw.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you look at him. You're so in love with him. You can't believe that this man is all yours, that he wants to be with you, that he loves you just as much as you love him. You can't believe that you found each other.

You want to say so much, want to reply to his little speech but you can't find the words to express how much you love him. So you kiss him instead.

A soft kiss, one full of love, one full of affection. One full of hope. Your lips linger on his for a few seconds before he pulls back. You're both smiling at each other.

"We should head downstairs," he whispers softly, breaking the silence again. "We don't want to be late"

You nod and you step back. He lets go of you, letting you walk out of the bathroom first.

When you walk into the living room downstairs, his family is there waiting for you two, chatting animatedly. They look up as you both enter, smiles lighting up their faces. His little niece and nephew are sitting on the couch with their mom when they see you come in. Without waiting a moment they stand up from their spot on the couch and run up to Kylian.

"Uncle Kylian! Y/N!" They squeal in unison.

He bends down and picks them up. One on each arm. He swings them around and they giggle in glee. You watch as his face lights up with a bright smile. His eyes meet yours over his niece and nephew's heads and he grins at you.

"I missed you guys so much," he whispers in their ears.

They're still laughing when they land back on their feet. He sets them down and gives each of them a kiss on the head before they turn to you. "Y/N!" They greet you with equal enthusiasm.

"My babies," you coo, bending down to pick them up. "I missed you two so much too!" You give each of them a hug. You give them each a kiss on the head before you set them back down. The second you set them back down they're on Kylian again, completely enamoured with their uncle.

"Be good for your mom and dad today," he tells them softly. "I want to see you after the presentation." His eyes light up with excitement.

"We will," they reply in unison, giggling.

He pulls away from them, giving each one another kiss on the head before he turns towards everyone else. Kylian's mother approaches you with open arms, pulling you both into a hug. You were in the shower earlier when they arrived so she hadn't seen you yet.

"Mes bébés," she said, tears shining in her eyes. “I'm so proud of you, Kylian. And you, my darling,” she adds, embracing you in turn, ”thank you for being here with us today." she coos, kissing both your cheeks.

Kylian's father pulls him into a tight hug next. He pats him on the back. "Fier de toi, mon garçon," he says, his eyes shining with pride. "

The other family members join you, each expressing their admiration and support for Kylian. His father squeezes your shoulder affectionately, his siblings exchange jokes with him to lighten the mood.

Silently without anyone noticing you sneak a picture of Kylian and his family gathered together in the living room. It's candid, raw, real. Capturing the support and love surrounding him on this monumental day. Kylian's smile is wide in the picture, the kind that radiates insumontable joy. You feel tears prick your eyes as you look down at it, happy to have frozen this moment for him.

As the final hugs are exchanged, Kylian’s agent steps forward, checking the time on his watch. "It's almost time," he announces, his voice calm but firm. "We should get going."

You all head outside, where a convoy of sleek black cars waits.

You would be riding with Kylian. Because today was also the day you would come out to the world as his girlfriend.

Even though everyone knew by now that Mbappé was off the market it was still a hush on who he was dating. At first, you guys had done it for the sake of your job. But now that you would be staying in Madrid with him, the both of you decided not to keep your identity a secret anymore. So this was technically your first appearance together. All the more reason to be nervous.

The plan was to arrive together at the stadium, walk in with him, then get separated to go to where his family would be sitting while he gave his speech.

You two slip into the car together. He pulls you into his side, his hands holding yours. You both sit there quietly for a second, the only sound being the driver's voice talking through the intercom.

He's fidgety, his eyes darting out the window to the passing buildings. You squeeze his hand gently, reminding him of your presence. He looks at you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since the car started moving.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You ask him softly, his hand squeezing yours in reassurance.

"I'm good, trésor," he assures you. "Just excited and a little nervous."

You nod, your hand rubbing circles into his wrist. "I'm so proud of you," you tell him sincerely, your free hand reaching up to cup his cheek. He closes his eyes briefly at your touch, breathing in deeply before turning to face you fully. His lips meet yours for a brief kiss. He smiles against your lips, his hands finding their way to your waist as he pulls you into a tight hug.

The rest of the car ride is silent.

You're pulled out of your comfortable bubble when the car stops.

The stadium.

You're here.

You both sit in stunned silence for a moment, your eyes wide as you take in the sight. The stadium is already packed with thousands of screaming fans, each holding a white Real Madrid jersey with his name on the back.

Kylian is silent beside you, his eyes wide, his hands resting on his thighs. He takes a deep breath. He looks at you, his eyes locking with yours.

"Ready?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, a smile on your face.

You two slip out of the car together, Kylian holding your hand tightly in his. They don't notice you at first since you're hidden behind him, out of sight, but he pulls you beside him and wraps an arm around your waist. The cheers from the crowd grow louder as the realization of who you are girlfriend sinks in.

You smile shyly, trying to hide your face in his shoulder.

He laughs, pulling you closer to him.

You both walk towards the entrance of the stadium, the screams of the fans reaching an all-time high. Kylian smiles brightly at the cameras flashing in your faces, his free hand waving at the crowd.

You both stop walking for a second, posing for pictures together. You're conscious of the cameras flashing around you, of the fans screaming his name. The whole situation is a little overwhelming but nothing you can't handle with him beside you, holding your hand.

You both pose for a few pictures, then you walk inside, the crowd quieting as you leave them behind.

You're led to a room backstage, where you'll wait with Kylian until it's time for him to go on stage. The room is buzzing with activity – staff members are rushing around, checking last-minute details, and ensuring everything is perfect.

You find a quieter corner of the room where he can take a moment to collect himself. He sits down on a plush leather chair, his eyes scanning the room but his grip on your hand never loosening. You can tell the nerves are killing him.

“Do you want some water?” you ask softly, your thumb rubbing soothing circles on his skin.

He nods, and you quickly fetch a bottle from a nearby table. When you hand it to him, he takes a long sip, then leans back, exhaling slowly. “Merci,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You sit beside him, placing your hand on his knee. “Remember, they’re all here for you. They believe in you, just like I do.”

He turns to look at you, his eyes softening. “I know. It’s just… a lot.”

You nod, understanding completely. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed. Just take it one step at a time.”

He nods, his eyes locking onto yours, drawing strength from your calm presence. The door opens, and one of the staff members steps in, clipboard in hand. “It's time miss Y/N,” he announces, waiting for you at the door.

That's your cue.

You stand up, offering Kylian your hand. He takes it, rising from the chair, his grip firm and warm. He pulls you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you with a strength that speaks volumes about the emotions coursing through him.

“I’ll be right there in the audience,” you whisper against his ear gently stroking his back “I’ll be cheering the loudest.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “Je t'aime fort,” The tone of which he says it is the most endearing you've ever heard from him. It makes your heart swell. You wish you could go with him.

“I love you too,” you reply, placing one last peck on his lips.

With a final squeeze of your hand, he releases you and you follow the man to the section reserved for his family.

As you enter the stadium, the roar of the crowd is deafening. The energy is electric, every person present filled with anticipation. You find your seat next to Kylian’s mother, who greets you with a warm smile and a comforting squeeze of your hand.

The lights dim, and the stadium falls silent. The anticipation is palpable. The lights dim slightly, and the murmurs in the stadium grow louder. The large screens display a montage of Kylian’s best moments, a tribute to his journey and accomplishments.

Then, the announcer’s voice booms through the speakers, introducing Kylian. The crowd erupts into cheers, the noise almost overwhelming.

You're crying as you watch him walk to the stage, grateful that you get to witness this moment with him, a moment he's been waiting for a long time.

Kylian steps onto the stage, his presence commanding yet humble. He looks out at the sea of faces, his gaze searching until it finds yours. You smile at him through your tears, giving him a small nod of encouragement. He smiles back, gesturing at your crying.

The jumbotron pans to your face as you laugh at his antics and everyone in the stadium realizes who you are immediately. They start cheering even louder.

The warmth of the moment envelops you as you watch Kylian take center stage. His speech is emotional thanking his fans, his teammates, and the club for believing in him. He speaks with passion and sincerity, his words resonating with everyone in the stadium. When he finishes with his "Hala Madrid", the applause is thunderous, echoing through the massive arena.

You and Fayza hold on to each other as you cry your eyes out, Kylian's words of thanks to you echoing in your ears. You both hug each other tight, both of you overwhelmed with emotion.

It's such a powerful moment one that sends shivers down your spine. The beginning of a new era. The start of your new life together with him.

-Bianca🌻

#footballer x reader #football #kylian fanfic #kylian imagines #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian x reader #kylian x you #kylian mbappe #kylianmbappé

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whereisten · 2 days ago

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French Maid

Summary: You feel a bit jealous after Johnny shows off his body at Paris Fashion Week. Are you really prepared to be the girlfriend of an idol as hot as he is? You're unsure. Johnny, however, reassures you that you're all his, surprising you with an interesting gift once he gets back.

Pairing: Idol!Johnny x female reader

Genre: smut, some angst in the beginning, fluff, comedy?

Warning: jealousy, cursing, stalking mention, smut: Johnny is a pervert in this, not irl! role play, dry humping, handcuff usage, sense play, fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink, penetration (unprotected sex), size kink, overstimulation, edging, rough sex (spanking), camera usage.

Work Count: 5.7K

(A/N: HAPPY JOHNNY DAYYYYY WOOOOO!! our shining star was born on this day 30 years ago omgggg im cry. I started this right after his appearance at Fashion Week last year when he wore that open jacket thing for Acne, and decided to finish it for his birthday! It's mostly smut (surprise!) but he is very loving as well. I hope you enjoy it!! ❤️)

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“And do you have to show your tiddies off every time?” You flail your arms about as you walk through your apartment.

Johnny just got home from his Paris fashion week trip. He stunned hundreds of thousands of people with his dashingly good looks that you’re all too familiar with. And while you are happy for him, you can’t help but feel jealous. You have to share your gorgeous man with the world every now and then and it stings.

Johnny simply laughs and places his bags down. “You know how it goes, my love, gotta give the people what they want.” He then hears a loud exhale from the kitchen.

“What about a nice decent suit? You know, the old Patrick Bateman look? And then you put that pen in your mouth like do you know how many germs were on that?”

You close the fridge door and pour orange juice out for him to drink along with the breakfast you made for him.

He sighs and leans back slightly while sitting on the edge of his bed, the smell of bacon and pancakes fills his nose. “It smells amazing in here.”

“Well, yeah you can’t survive off of croissants and baguettes, so I prepared something for you before I head to work.”

His eyes open. Shit…work. He’s jet lagged out of his mind from this quick round trip, he forgot it’s a normal weekday for you. A work morning to be exact.

He gets up and heads to the table.

“Can you call off?” He runs a hand through his hair.

“No..unfortunately it’s my turn to show off my tiddies at work.” You sip your coffee and lean back in the dining chair so your cleavage pokes through your button down shirt.

Johnny raises a brow. “Ohh..so it’s like that, huh?”

You nod before smirking. “Yeah..”

He shrugs and bites into his pancake. “I won’t stop you, but I will ask if you’d like to help me take a shower before you go..” he rolls his neck and looks onto you with low eyes. “I’m just so jet lagged, you know?”

You scoff. “Get one of your googly-eyed superfans to do it, they’ve already seen most of your naked body.” You get up from the table and head to the bathroom to finish your makeup.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart!” Johnny chuckles. He seems to be pushing it too far with you lately, giving fans a glimpse into what you have the privilege to see at any time. He knows it makes you feel special, the truth is, you are. But just because fans see him like this every now and then doesn’t mean they can be his girlfriend. They’re not even close. You know this.

He knocks on the wall beside the bathroom door after finishing breakfast.

“That was really good..thank you.”

“Eh.” You say while finishing your lipstick.

“You sure you don’t wanna spend some time with me today? I don’t have any schedules til tomorrow..I’m all yours.” He smiles and leans his head against the door as he takes in your beauty.

“No.”

He pouts. “Come on, sweetheart, you know I’m only yours, right?”

You put the lipstick down and turn to him. “Are you?”

He nods and steps closer, but you brush past him into the bedroom.

He sighs, taking his t-shirt off over his head as you put your shoes on.

“Check the suitcase before you leave.” He yells out over the sound of the shower running.

“Huh?!” You hesitate to grab your purse.

“You didn’t think I’d come back from the city of love empty handed, did you?”

You unzip his luggage and see a large white gift bag inside. A smile creeps across your face as all sorts of possibilities come into your mind. A new purse? A cute pair of shoes? A painting from the Louvre? Who knows!

But as your hands pull out what’s inside, your smile starts to fall slightly. The box is light, too light to have shoes or a purse inside. Not even a gown could fit in there.

The sparse and scanty pieces of clothing inside make your head tilt. “What the hell is this?” The shower is too loud for Johnny to hear you.

*clink*

Something drops out of the bundle.

Fluffy…handcuffs?

“Oh.” Your eyes widen.

You start to arrange the pieces in a way you think makes sense and there it is. A slutty French maid outfit with a bustier and stockings to match. There are cat ears and a clip on tail that causes you to chuckle. But it’s strange because..it’s not in your size..it’s in his.

You can’t contain your laughter. You step back from the bag to clutch your stomach. Johnny had truly outdone himself this time.

A few minutes later he comes out of the bathroom with just his towel around his waist and his hair still wet. He doesn’t look around for you, figuring that you’re at work by now.

His head tilts when he sees the outfit laid out on the bed neatly. He laughs to himself. “And she still went to work..”

You clear your throat. “No I didn’t..I’m right here.”

Startled, he turns to see you standing in the bedroom doorway. You’re wearing your red lingerie set with the matching lace gown over it. And he silently goes crazy when he sees the red garter belts hugging your thighs tightly, making a mental note to remember to drag them off with his teeth later.

He swallows hard. “You called out..for me?”

You smile and nod. “Yeah..you’ve got some making up to do..work can wait.”

He blushes then rushes towards you with his arms out. “Babe..you look amazing.”

“As do you..” you look up at him over you now. You finally kiss him after holding back all this time, holding his warm face in your hands. He kisses you passionately, turning his head to swallow your tongue like waiting for what feels like centuries. You moan as your bottom lip meshes with his and your body becomes weak. He holds your ass tightly in his large hands.

As he pulls away for a short break, spit falls onto your chin. You push yourself up closer to him, wanting, no, needing more. Kissing was another talent the giant had, only you knew that. He lunges forward again, moaning against your lips before biting it suddenly. You whimper, your hands reach around his back and rest on his broad shoulders.

But you can’t forget what you really want. You pull back.

His mouth falls open as he breathes heavily. “What’s wrong? Too hard? Too messy?” He's already doubting how good he makes you feel.

“No..no it was perfect, Johnny, you’re perfect..”

His eyes crinkle and he leans in again, but you back away.

“Put that on first..” you whisper while staring at his lips now red with your lipstick.

He nods. “Oh..you want me to do that..now?”

You look up with round, boba like eyes that you know he can’t resist. “Only if you aren’t too tired..”

He shakes his head. “I’m never too tired for you, baby.”

He practically gallops towards the bed, but turns to you. “Can I get some privacy please? I’ll call for you when I’m ready.” He says with a sass you never imagined he could have.

You nod and close the door, then sit patiently in the living room. You’d never made love to man in a feminine cosplay before, but you were excited for some reason. A 6-foot something man is wearing a slutty costume just for you. Does it get any hotter than that?

A few minutes later you hear a knock. “Housekeeping!” Johnny calls out.

You laugh and walk in. The white and black dress hugs his waist perfectly over the bustier and his tail clings to his back side.

His toned thighs stick out from under the *very* short hem of the dress, barely being held together by his own lace garter belt. You never imagined he’d look amazing in stockings. But he’s Johnny, of course he’d look good.

He has a feather duster in hand. He pays close attention to the dust on your lamps and nightstand and you’re wondering if he’s taking the role play a little *too* seriously.

Nonetheless, you play along too. “Excuse me…you missed a spot.”

Johnny nods and rushes to your side where you point to a spot on the dresser. He stares intently, moving the feathers over the spot.

“Hmm lower..there’s another spot.”

He nods and bends down to see.

“I don’t see the spot, ma’am” he says innocently.

“Oh you’re really bad at this.” You chuckle then move to stand behind him.

You grab his waist and push onto his ass. “Lower..bend down.”

With one hand, you reach around his front side and under his skirt; just brushing over his tip.

“Oh!” He jumps at the feeling of your soft hand on him.

He stands up straight then turns around to you. “I got it.”

“Hmm I think it took you too long to get, why should I have to tell you how to do your job?”

Johnny smiles as you try to be intimidating. It’s cute, and he can’t stop his heart from racing. What’s your plan with him all dressed up like this? He’s not sure, but it feels good to not be the one in charge.

“I think it’s time you were reprimanded for your failures.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re..filling this out” you laugh out while looking at his double d’s pressed together in the black and shiny bustier.

“Thank you, it’s a little uncomfortable , I can’t believe you guys do this every day.” He smiles widely, then lowers his face down towards yours.

You step back. “No no..on the bed.”

He crawls onto the bed quickly, giving you a glimpse of his ass in the red thong that came with the costume. You turn your head and laugh, but quickly regain your seriousness.

You pluck a feather from the duster while humming to yourself.

He lays down on his back, leaning on a few pillows as he watches you climb over him.

“Safe word?” You ask him.

He nods. “Vanilla.”

You nod.

“Hmmm where should we start?” You say as his hands roam over your ass, pushing the hem of your night dress up slightly.

“I’ve been very bad..what will you do to me?” His honey brown eyes are wide and stare at you intensely, but they don’t hide the fact that he’s biting his rouge stained bottom lip and squeezing your ass. It’s like he’s begging to be punished.

You smirk back and grab the handcuffs.

“Well of course we’ll have to restrict your freedom first. Show me your hands.”

He lays his arms out towards you. You slap on one cuff, then lean over him so you can wrap the chain around a small section of the headboard.

The second cuff locks around his wrist, keeping his arms above his head and attached to the headboard so you can get to work.

You sit back and smile at him. “There..much better.”

Just barely hidden behind the veil of your lace gown and lingerie is your gorgeous body above him, it’s his religion. He needs you like the Earth needs water.

“Damn..I wish I could touch you.”

“Only good boys get to do that.” You lean down and kiss him, hovering over his crotch, just high enough to not touch him yet.

“Hmm..” you lean forward and press your lips against his. As expected, he dives into you, exploring your tongue and lips like it’s the first time.

You widen your legs a bit more so your opening finally rests on his lace-covered dick. The thin fabric of your thong and his thong and skirt being the only things to separate your skin.

You move back and forth slowly while caressing his arms above his head.

He tugs against the cuffs, already begging for a little more friction between the two of you down there. He groans when he realizes he can’t get you to press down harder.

You pull away. “Tsk tsk so impatient, you said you’re all mine for the day right?”

“Yes, but give me a little more, please baby..I need you…ahhh..just..a little..lower.”

“You need me?” You pout, distracting him from the fact that you’re pulling his bustier down to reveal his nipples. You then dangle the feather above one and circle around it.

“You’re so pretty with red lipstick, baby” you say to him.

“I think I should add some more..” you kiss and suck on his neck slowly while playing with the feather, coating his skin with hot, breathy whispers in between. “What do you need from me?”

He draws in a sharp breath, feeling the delicate feather dance around his sensitive nipples.

“I need you..need you so badly..”

His head falls back as he feels your soft lips place wet kisses along his body.

“Be more specific..”

He pulls against his handcuffs and pants. “Your body..fuck me please..I need it.”

You grind down onto him harder, feeling his shaft hard as a rock against you.

He groans. “That feels good baby.”

“Does it?” You look up at his clenched jaw line. “Should I go lower?”

He nods.

“But first…” you flick your tongue out on top of his nipple and around it, gaining a shaky breath. His head falls back. You lick and suck harder as you find his cock below you. You run your hand down his abs, applying just a bit of pressure then dip your hand into his thong, stroking him slowly, so slowly he groans and bites his bottom lip. The sensation of your warm mouth on his chest is different for him, but feels good.

“Please..more, sweetheart..a little faster.” He bucks his hip up in an effort to push you to go faster.

“I bet you wanna feel me around you..”

You can feel him twitch under you.

You lick your lips. “What if I don’t let you cum tonight?”

He frowns. “Baby..” he whines “but I’ll be a good boy for you..I-I’ll do anything for you, you know that.”

You caress his desperate face with your hand and look into his large eyes. “Sweetheart..you couldn’t even dust the nightstand properly.”

He licks his lips. “I'm sorry, baby, give me another chance. I’ll make it up to you..just take these things off.” He pulls forward again. His tone grows dark with that last statement. It’s as if he isn’t asking, but is demanding you take them off.

You’re really riling him up. You chuckle and lean forward.

You kiss his neck, but make sure not to bite his skin, his manager would kill both you and him if he showed up to work with a necklace of hickeys.

“You like it when I touch you, huh?” You whisper into his ear.

He nods quickly before moaning.

“How about when I taste you?”

He nods again and watches as you lower your face to his hips. You flip his skirt up and kiss his tip.

“Fuck..” a breath leaves him once your round lips circle his tip and lick the pre-cum leaking from out of it. It’s more than you’ve given him so far, but it still isn’t enough.

His abs flex as he breathes heavily.

You draw a long stripe up his shaft. “How is it, baby, still good?”

“Yes..so good..just a little more..”

“You gonna beg for me again?” You tease him and lick once more.

He fidgets. “Yes, baby, please, I’ll do anything.” You hear the chains of the handcuff struggle against the headboard. “Just let me see you.”

With your head hidden under his skirt, he can’t see the satisfying way your mouth takes him in. He can’t see you choke as he enters your throat over and over. He truly did not think about the ramifications of wearing such an interesting costume for you, and it’s starting to annoy him.

“No can do, my love..” you swallow him now, bobbing up and down while using your two hands to cover what can’t fit.

He can hear you gag and see your back arch as your ass sticks up in the air for him to look at, and it almost makes him feel better about not seeing your head. But he still tries to get out of the handcuffs.

He fills your throat up, making you choke, but you struggle through it, moaning to send vibrations that you know will push him along.

He moans. “That’s it..yes..keep going..”

You move faster as he curses.

You can feel yourself growing hotter. You could just bounce on it to bring you both to your long awaited release, but that would be too easy. Today is different.

He groans louder and before he can finally release, you pull up from him and take his skirt off of your head.

He frowns. “Baby please..” he begs as he pants.

You shake your head while breathing heavily. “Do you think you deserve it?”

He nods “Come here, let me taste you too.” You’re not surprised he wants to do the 69 position on a random morning, but today is not that day.

You chuckle and lift his skirt over your head again.

He draws in a sharp breath. “Yes..”

You continue to bob your head up and down. He nearly loses it when you swallow him whole, but he focuses on breaking his handcuffs quietly, loudly groaning to cover up the clinking sound of plastic.

The sounds you make are lewd. Your mouth and jaw become messy, spit building up as you work on him. He’s so close, but just like before, you pull off of him.

“Ohh..oh my God..” he shuts his eyes tightly. “I don’t know how much more I can’t take, baby.” And you can tell he isn’t lying because of the way sweat coats his forehead. But you know you get the most out of him after denying him for a bit, so you truly have no regrets.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “That’s too bad..should we just stop now?”

“No! No.. baby, at least, let me taste you please..I know it’s dripping down your legs by now. Don’t you want me to help you with that?” He asks so innocently, and you fall for it. Your throat was sore and needed a break from taking in his monster dick after all.

You remove a pillow from behind his head before kneeling over his face and lowering yourself carefully. You then push the fabric covering your opening to the side.

He moans loudly. “Yes, baby..just like that.” You start to ride him and throw your head back while he moans against you. His mouth kisses you just as well as it did before. Only this time, his tongue licks over that one spot. You know you’ll see stars soon. You close your eyes and gasp.

You don’t notice that he’s broken the plastic handcuffs easily because he still has his hands around the headboard.

You aren’t putting all your weight on him and it bothers him that you aren’t relaxed although he’s begged you to be many times before when he’s asked you to ride his face. So, he takes matters into his own hands.

He pulls free and flips you over, holding both wrists tightly so you can’t push his head away.

Your eyes widen. How and when did he break-free? You grunt.

“Ohh you’re that impatient..what a bad boy.” You ruffle your hand through his hair.

He lifts his head up and looks onto with dangerous, low eyes. You’ve never seen him so..hungry.

“Yes..I’ve been waiting since I departed that airport.” He practically growls. Oh, you’re in for it now. Your pathetic, pleading puppy eyed boy just left the building. He takes another deep dive, licking and kissing you like he’s been aching for the opportunity.

You moan.

He takes a break so he can lean back and chuckle at the shock in your eyes. He then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your thing and drags it down your legs.

“Been thinking of how deep I want to go, how tight I’m gonna hold you until you can’t think of anything but me.” He dangles the wet fabric in the air on one finger then holds it to his nose. “Ahh fuck…you smell amazing.”

Your legs try to close as you become more aroused by his pervy actions, but he holds you open with his knees prying you apart.

He takes in a deep breath to drink in your natural scent. “I haven’t done this in a while”

You bite your bottom lip.

“When you invited me over the first time, I stole that frilly pink and purple panty of yours…” he leans forward again and kisses your stomach while looking up at you.

“It smelled delicious..” he kisses your thigh next. You tremble as his hands hold your waist.

He then speaks over your pussy. “The first night..I held it to my nose as I came into my hand.” his tongue draws a stripe along your slit. You gasp.

“Johnny..” you whimper.

“The second night..I did the same thing only this time..I watched you through the window..you were getting undressed after our date that night. I left you with just a kiss because you weren’t ready yet..but I made sure to leave your blinds open. You started putting lotion on your body..and I wished it were my hands..”

He uses his index and middle finger to open you up more then dives in again, licking more vigorously as his nails dig into your soft, warm skin to hold you still.

“That’s..wrong.” You grind onto his face while moaning out.

“And yet, you’re still here..I think you like having a pervert eat you out..” he kisses your thigh again.

“Johnny..l”

“You should know I still have it..and I take it with me for every trip.” He then moves his head faster, his tongue exploring every inch of you.

“Johnny..I’m close, fuck.” You move your hips in circular motions to get more friction against your sweet spot.

“Go ahead ..I’ve been waiting.”

Your back arches, it’s all becoming too much for you, but before you can push his head away. He grabs your hands.

And when you finally climax on his wonderful mouth, he continues to hold both wrists with one hand and attaches the handcuffs to them with the other.

You lay in the plush bed, panting as you come down from it all.

“Ahh what a beauty.” He kisses the inner part of your thighs and kneels in front of you. Your eyes open and reality sets in that you’re the one that’s bound now.

He watches you as you look at his tip peeking beneath the skirt, then laughs at you for being so lustful for it. He unclips his garter belt and slides his thong off before tossing it to the side where yours is.

He then lays down beside you, propping his head up with one hand.

His fingers trace down your abdomen gently as he opens your cover up and unhooks your bra from the front so he can see all of you.

“Now..it’s time for room service right?” He bites into your thighs and listens to you moan.

He pulls your bra down and kisses your nipples. He then picks up a feather and delicately circles around your hard nipples now to return the favor.

You draw in a sharp breath. “Johnny..”

He watches the way you shiver and goosebumps raise. Your legs tighten while you fidget. You bite your bottom lip, unsure of how much teasing you can take.

He drags the feather up and down your abdomen. You close your eyes tightly.

“Nuh uh look at me.” He pinches a nipple to get your attention. “I’m giving you 5 star service, don’t look away.” He chuckles and runs his thumb over your bottom lip

“Next on my to do list..hmmm should I fuck you?” He drags the feather down your abdomen and to your hips, his eyes tracing over your curves. Over every inch that drives him wild.

You nod.

“Speak when I’m talking to you..” his eyes grow dark suddenly. This was the power Johnny had. He could easily turn the tables on you in seconds..even while wearing furry cat ears. He put this comical outfit on to trick you into thinking you’d be in control this time. But no..oh no, you were so wrong.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?” His fingers replace the feather now. Tracing down your belly and to your apex. He cups your pussy then presses his middle and ring fingers in while sliding up and down.

You look down at his veiny arm, but his other arm sneaks around head, his hand holding your chin to turn your face back to him.

“Look at me..I won’t ask you again.” he growls and it sends chills down your spine.

You bat your lashes and look into his eyes. you whimper as his fingertips dig in deeper.

“Fuck me, Johnny”

“Hard or soft?”

At this point, you’re mindlessly rutting against him, moving against his hand as you chase your climax greedily.

You shake your head. “It doesn’t—doesn’t matter, just fuck me..please..” you beg so beautifully it’s like music to his ears. And with that combined with how silky wet you are, he almost loses it, but instead he pulls his fingers out and massages your clit.

You throw your head back. “Fuck..I’m gonna..”

“Y/n..tell me what you want.. I have to make sure you’re satisfied with the service, don’t I?” His fingers move faster as he speaks over your open mouth.

You lose your breath, panting as you’re about to crash again. He already knows your answer, but he wants to hear you say it, wants to hear you beg for it. He slows his movements.

“Johnny please..I just…”

“You don’t get to cum until you answer the question.” He starts to speed up again, knowing you can’t possibly hold back.

“Hard!! I want it hard!” You finally scream out and with that your climax crashes over you. Johnny chuckles as he watches you make a mess while squirming in his arms.

He kneels over you again and grabs his phone from the nightstand beside the bed.

“I miss you so much when I’m away, I want to have something to keep me company.” He takes a picture of you while he rests in between your legs.

He then flips you over, makes you arch your back but puts a pillow under you.

“Are you ready for me?” His hands caress your ass.

You hold yourself up on your elbows with your wrists bound in front of you. “Yes.” You whine.

He enters you swiftly. Slamming your ass against his hips.

You cry out and fall forward after the harsh attack. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust, but he stays in so he can feel all of you. You can already feel tears coming to your eyes after the initial pain of penetration.

He holds onto the headboard for stability then takes another picture of your body from this angle then tosses his phone. “Perfect.”

He grunts as he drives into you, staying for a moment before pulling out to do it again. You whimper, your body growing weak under him already. You start to feel yourself open more, but it’s still not enough.

“Johnny!! Ahh! You’re too big, it hurts..”He’s thick and long, all you can do is cry into sheets as he stretches you. Fortunately for him, he knows you’d really say the safe word if you were uncomfortable, so he keeps going.

“Keep whining, it only makes me harder.” He growls.

“Please..I don’t think I can...” your chest heaving as you try to collect your nerves.

He spanks your ass, causing you to yelp and cry harder. “You wanted the biggest and best because you’re greedy..right?”

All you can do is whine.

“Making me do all this just because I missed a spot.” He then holds your waist to turn you on your back so he can see you drooling with glossy eyes.

“And now you want me to stop? It’s too late, baby..I’m gonna make sure you’re too full to ask for more.” Your breasts, pushed together after resting in-between your bound arms, move beautifully with each rough thrust and your moans grow louder.

You look even better with your hands tied together, so he notes how he likes this restricted look on you. Normally, you’d be swatting his hands away or digging your nails deep into his back. You’re completely at his mercy this time, you’re basically his pretty doll to fuck as he pleases, to touch as he pleases.

He cups a breast with his cold hand and rubs his palm over your nipple. His tongue licks his bottom lip as he squeezes you gently. You moan his name again. You feel pretty and adored under his gaze. You may get upset with him sometimes, but only he could make you feel this good.

He then lowers his hand down to your stomach.

“Look at my girl, you take me so well, you kept this pussy warm for me, right?” He throws a leg over his shoulder and the new angle finishes you. He holds your ankle with one hand then presses his fingers into your cheeks with his other hand.

“You should see yourself right now..crying and drooling..you’re making a mess..but it’s just how you like it, right?”

He snaps his hips even harder. The headboard knocks against the wall repeatedly and a small part of you starts to worry about the noise complaint you’ll receive later. You breathe heavily and whine louder. He groans louder in response. Yup, definitely gonna get that complaint.

He makes you feel more and more empty headed with each passing second. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Only mousy noises escape in between the sounds of him entering you deep. You feel dizzy, but in complete bliss.

He tilts his head and smirks. “You had so much to say earlier, cat got your tongue?”

Yes, he’s a bit corny, but something about Johnny ruining you while wearing a skimpy costume and skirt makes this all hotter. His nipples are hard and stick out above his lowered bustier while his small waist is neatly cinched. His skirt covers where your two bodies meet but it doesn’t matter, you can still hear him pounding into you like he wants to build a new bed from IKEA later.

“Ahh Johnny..” you whimper once more, your voice going up several pitches while your breath is caught in your throat. His hand lets go of your cheeks and caresses your other breast.

“You crying for me? You’re so wet..Still too much for you?” His thumb plays with your nipple.

You shake your head.

He smiles sadistically. “That’s my girl.”

The hand on your ankle slides down to the inside of your knee, he leans down closer to your face, pressing your knee into the bed beside it. You had no idea you could be this flexible until you met him.

He kisses your ear then whispers. “I saw so many beautiful women but all I could think about was you. I need you baby, keep me in..fuck..” He bites your neck hard.

Curse words flow out of his mouth as he gets ready to climax with you. His hand squeezes your waist, holding you down while you tremble with him still deep inside.

You practically yell his name as you ruin the sheets under you.

He quickly opens your handcuffs then lays down beside you, giving you long strokes instead of his short, harsh ones. “How is it baby, is it good?” He fondles your breasts while hugging you tightly from behind. He decides it’s time to switch to soft.

He has enough energy to keep going hard, but in this moment, he wants to let you feel loved, because you are. He drapes your leg over his then massages your belly, inching closer and closer to your apex. He reaches your clit and draws deep circles slowly.

He kisses your neck and whispers. “Tell me I’m a good boy, baby..I make you feel good, don’t I?”

You can’t do anything but nod fervently.

He starts to go faster. “Baby..please..say it for me.”

You moan, your hand reaches around behind you and to his hair. “Y-You’re a good boy..so good.”

His hips move faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with both your whimpers fills the air.

“It’s good like this, right? I love you, baby.”

Your eyes shut tightly. “I love you too..so much!” A sudden burst of pleasure overwhelms your body. You shake in his arms.

“I’ve got you..breathe with me..good girl..” he whispers and slows his pace while cumming with you. You breathe deeply then turn your head to kiss him. His arms wrap around your waist as you both climax finally, the combined essence gushing out of you like never before.

“That’s it..my pretty girl.” He pulls out before kissing your ear. “I missed you.”

You groan and pant. “I missed you too, baby.”

“How are you feeling?” He kisses your neck.

“I’m..let’s just say I don’t think I can go to work tomorrow either.”

He takes in the scent of your hair. “Ooo in that case, shall we have another go?”

Your eyes widen. He just destroyed you, you're not even sure if you can stand up straight for more than 5 seconds. “Slow down there..we gotta clean up first.”

“Okay!” He lowers himself to the apex of your legs, his hands slowly parting your thighs as he wets his lips.

“Johnny..baby, that’s not what I mean.”

He drags your garter belt down with his teeth while looking up at you.

Your head falls back, but it’s too late, he’s already “cleaning up” and within minutes you’re gripping his hair and crying til you’re hoarse.

The End

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you are in love | l.n

summary: the moment where you knew he was the one.

warnings: best friends to lovers au, shitty dates, language, a little bit of innuendos, and just pure, tooth rotting fluff.

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you walked out of the restaurant, nails tapping against your screen as you walked on the sidewalk. there was a soft, warm breeze in the city of monaco as you stared down at your phone. your phone locked once you found somewhere to stand, out of the sight from the crowds, and specifically the guy you had left at the dinner table.

can you come get me?

it was almost ten. and if he wasn’t asleep, he was definitely doing better things with his time-

of course, where are you?

your heart pattered against your chest, your fingers moving to tell him the name of the street corner you were standing at. he had responded quickly after, saying he’d be there in five.

and he was, the mclaren pulling up besides you. he had the top open for the nighttime summer breeze to flow through. you stepped closer, opening the door and climbing in carefully before closing it behind you.

“you alright?” he asked, car still parked as he made sure he didn’t have to go back into the restaurant and give the guy a piece of his mind.

when you nodded, he let out a breath of relief, “i just really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”

he huffed out a laugh, pulling onto the road, “we could say that,” he looked back over at you as you looked out the window, “back to mine? or yours?”

you met those stupidly beautiful green eyes and you let out a shaky breath as his eyes scanned your features, “yours is fine. blair is out of town anyway, so it’s been lonely.”

“oh, yeah? where she go this time? ibiza? france?” he joked and you snorted next to him. your roommate, blair, came from money. big money. and every other weekend, she always had somewhere new to take her father’s private jet. even if it was just to visit a louis vuitton store in paris.

her frequent trips had become an inside joke to you, max and lando. so far as to where the three of you make bets on which extravagant place shes visiting every time she leaves. this week, it’s bali.

“close,” you nod, “her family’s vacationing in bali this week.”

“damn,” he mumbled, “so close.”

you both shared a soft laugh, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you watched the city life out the window. he couldn’t help but take occasional glances towards you, his eyes falling to the necklace sparkling around your neck.

the one he had gotten you for your most recent birthday. you had refused to accept his gift at first, immediately shaking your head when you spotted the tiffany blue box underneath the wrapping paper.

but he insisted, and now you never took it off. a silver heart engraved with a little four. a subtle detail, but a special one. some people thought he seemed ‘full of himself’ because he got you a gift with his number on it. but, you were the one who encouraged him to chase his dreams. the one who pushed him to do better, the one who never believed for a second how the media tried to paint him out to be.

because, to you, he wasn’t ’lando norris: mclaren formula one driver with a sassy attitude who’s full of himself’, to you he was just ‘lando: the boy you’ve known your entire life, who knew everything about you, and the boy who would pick you up after a shitty date’.

at the end of the day, it was always the two of you against anything and everything. two peas in a pod, as cisca would say.

the two of you got to his apartment, his key unlocking the door and pushing it open. once you got inside, you kicked your heels off by the door as he made his way into the kitchen.

“do you still have those makeup wipes i left here?” you asked.

he nodded, reaching into one of the cupboards as he grabbed the white mug with little yellow stars on it. your mug.

“should be in the top drawer in the bathroom with your toothbrush and hairbrush,” he said, turning back to you, “want a coffee?”

you nodded, letting out a soft sigh, “please. milk and two-“

“two sugars,” he smiled softly, “i know.”

you smiled back at him before turning and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. when you entered, you took in the view of his freshly made bed and the hamper in the corner being empty. a sign that he had done his laundry and cleaned the house today.

you hummed softly, opening the closet door and thumbing through the different hoodies he had. you settled on an older mclaren one, the same one he had lent you a few years back when you were crying on his couch.

you also snagged a pair of sweatpants while you were in there, changing into them and placing your dress on his dresser. making a mental note to take it with you when he takes you home in the morning.

once you had taken your makeup off in the bathroom, you made your way back to the living room where he was sitting on the couch, phone in hand as he held his mug. you sat next to him, your mug on the table next to you. you took it into your hands, smiling over the rim.

“thank you,” you said.

“‘course,” he smiled, locking his phone and picking up the remote, “what episode were we on before we fell asleep the other night? i don’t remember,”

you looked over at the tv in front of you, now noticing he had the show the two of you had been watching pulled up. you twisted your lips in thought.

“uhm, i think six? maybe seven?” you said, he clicked on six and after a few seconds you realized the two of you had guessed correctly.

at some point during the show, your head had ended up on his shoulder. his arm had pulled you closer into him, taking in the smell of his cologne and the shampoo he used. a scent you had grown to love, to look forward to every time he wrapped his arms around you to give you a hug, or whenever you were close enough to him to pick up on it.

at some point you had zoned out, thinking to yourself. maybe the reason all these dates hadn’t worked out was because they all lacked something. something no one else had other than lando, the boy who knew you like the back of his hand.

you shifted, moving to look at the boy with curly brown hair, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the tv. you took in the beauty marks that freckled his face, the ones he used to complain about when he was younger, but you always said it was your favorite thing.

maybe it wasn’t the fact that lando knew you like the back of your hand that turned you away from all the other men who’d swipe right on you. maybe it was the fact that they weren’t him.

you didn’t know when, but somehow you had fallen in love with the boy next to you. i mean, who could blame you? he was everything you could ever dream of, the perfect man.

he turned and met your eyes, his face inches from yours now. you smiled softly, his lips turning up in return. his eyes scanned yours and you took in a nervous breath when his eyes traveled to your lips.

“i’m sorry that date didn’t work out for you,” he said softly, “these guys really don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

you shrugged, “it’s okay,” your heart was hammering against your chest, questioning silently to yourself if he could hear it.

he couldn’t, but he could tell when he scanned your face that you didn’t really seem all that upset. he wasn’t really sorry, either, to be fair. it might’ve seemed selfish, but he always anticipated your ‘can you come get me?’ texts whenever he knew you were going out. he prayed the dates would fail, so he could finally be the one to take you out and do it properly. give you that fairytale kind of love you deserve.

he blurted out before his mind could even filter it, “can i tell you something?”

you hummed. fuck, there was no going back now.

“i’m kind of glad those dates haven’t worked out.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in question, “why’s that?”

“because i want to be the one to take you out,” his voice was soft and it sent your heart right into your throat, “all the fancy dinners, the kissing goodnight at the doorstep, all of it.”

his eyes traveled back to your lips and you sucked in a breath, “can i tell you something too?”

he nodded, his face centimeters away from yours now. your warm breath fanned his face, the smell of your perfume and the hair product you had put in hours beforehand captivating him.

“i want all of that with you, too.” you smiled and he grinned back, a soft laugh leaving both of your lips. he reached up, his hand lifting your chin.

“you sure you want to be stuck with me?” he asked, “cause once i start, i don’t think i could stop.”

your nose brushed against his, “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

that was all it took until his lips were pressing against yours. you kissed him back, the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw reaching to your hip and pulling you closer, leaving no room between you as you climbed into his lap.

your hands threaded through the curls on the nape of his neck, his arms wrapping around you. a moment of complete bliss, the moment you’ve been waiting for for what felt like ages.

“lets go to bed, yeah?”

you nodded back, nose bumping his as your face wore a smile. he stood from the couch, hands supporting your thighs before letting your legs wrap around his torso. he carried you down the hallway, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

he placed you down on the mattress, the two of you entangling limbs underneath the sheets. he played with the soft strands of your hair, his lips pressing against the top of your head as you listened to his heart beat against his ribs. existing in complete contentment with each others company.

“breakfast in the morning?” he asked softly.

you thought about it for a minute, turning to look at him. it was dark, but you could still make out his face, “sure, just as long as you don’t burn the toast.”

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wishful-thinking-is-dumb · 2 months ago

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Can you please write romantic yandere John wick x civilian reader headcanons? Thanks ❤️

Yandere John Wick with Civilian Reader Headcanons

Let’s say this takes place after the events of all four John Wick films, he takes his time to grieve his wife and move on from his rough past. Then he finally starts to date again, he feels a little guilty at first, but he knows that Helen would want him to be happy.

He first notices you when he takes his dog out for exercise in the early morning, and he would catch the little glances you would shoot at him as the two of you pass each other in the park.

You look back at him as he passes by, it’s no secret to him that you have a little crush on him. He smiles to himself as he catches you looking back at him and how quickly you look away. It makes his heart flutter.

It’s his dog that eventually gives him an opening to talk to you. His dog had run over to you as you sit on the park bench that’s on his usually dog walking route. You may or may not do that on purpose so that you can smile at him every morning.

You ask if you can pet his dog, and he nods. He smiles as you give his dog some affection. (why can’t you give him any?)

He asks you if you want to go to the cafe down the street with him, and he almost grins at the way you look up at him. Like you were hearing things. You quickly agree, a bit flustered.

The two of you walk to the cafe together, his dog obediently following right beside him. The two of you introduce yourselves, and exchange contact information. He casually holds your hand the rest of the way to the cafe.

He orders the both of you a coffee, and you sit out on the patio as the two of you talk for what feels like forever. He hasn’t felt this way since Helen.

He will do extensive research on all of your friends, family and coworkers to make sure they aren’t anybody that will hurt you to get to him. He takes his retirement seriously after what happened in Paris.

He puts a tracker on your car and on your phone, and you never find out. He knows how to hide stuff like that due to his past as a high profile hitman. But he won’t tell you that. <33

He gets rid of any grace of his past, all of his weapons are out of his house and kept somewhere only he knows about. He doesn’t want to scare you off.

He spends most of his money on you, and he loves how flustered you get when he gives you an expensive custom piece of jewelry.

He loves to cook for you, he makes you homemade meals as often as he can. He also loves it when you bring over baked goods that you made, just for him. It makes him feel special when you make his favourite pastries from scratch. It makes all the more delicious knowing you made them while thinking of him.

He loves how domestic being with you is, it makes him happy k owing that he is deserving of a normal life after all of the crimes he has committed.

He will kill for you if he has to, and he will cover it up as well. He has the experience to make it look like an accident. All to make you happy <33

#yandere oneshot #asks open #yandere john wick #yandere #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick headcanons #tw: yandere #tw: mentions of death #tw: mentions of murder.#john wick #keanu reeves

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witch-from-a-block-of-flats · 1 month ago

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The first half of episode 2 deserves more attention.

Warning! Yapping ahead!

(Also sorry for any potential english errors, it's not my first language)

He brings that up so casually. Honestly I don't blame him, because who would believe you if you said you have some sort of special ability? Only other people who know that superpowers actually exist. It's was kinda smart of Liu Xiao if you think about it. Dropping the word superpower and then watching people's reaction to it.

Now that's interesting. Because Liu Min is our villain from season 1. You know, that guy:

If you remember season 1 and begging of season 2, you know that Liu Min had a difficult relationship with his father (Liu Jing) who wished he "had half the ability of his younger brother" - younger brother being Liu Xiao. Does Liu Jing know that his younger son has superpower or was he just talking about his intelligence?

Also how on earth Xiang had met Liu Min when LM was a kid? Was he babysitting or something? Why does he mention Liu Min when Liu Xiao says "You know boss Liu (Jing)?". You know, his DAD.

Superpower user spotted?

I still don't know how to interpret this moment. Just an artistic representation of deduction/prediction? But the eye... the eye color change... Are they doing this on purpose? Are they trolling us? Powers related to the future finally appear? Am I reaching? Will we learn more about Xiang? I hope so, since he knows about Cheng Xiaoshi's dad.

Ok ok I know that this moment roughed some feathers and almost no one is buying that Liu Xiao's power is just hearing other people's heartbeat. I'm not sure what to think either. I mean his song is literally called "Manipulator" I wouldn't be surprised if that was a lie.

But let's say he is telling the truth. You may ask why would he revealed his power to someone who clearly doesn't like him and could use this info against him? I think that this isn't a stupid move. His power is simple and not as powerful like time travel through photos for example but... you can't really do anything about it. Like what are you going to do, stop your heartbeat? We don't know the exact rules and limits of this power yet. Is there a distance limit? Does it work through phone calls? Does it work on recordings?

After thinking about it, personally, in my humble opinion, I think it's good for the show that we have someone with less spectacular power. Because:

It shows how diverse powers can be.

It forces writers to be more creative about how Liu Xiao deals with the obstacles.

There is certain charm to a character who is "weaker" on paper but is going toe to toe with someone who has a powerful ability. Sometimes it's not about pure power, it's about creativity.

I am genuinely curious how this man looked at his power [hearing heartbeats] and thought "yes, I will be the one to merge all the parallel lines".

Besides, we already had a power not related to photos - Li Tianchen can possess people he touches - so I don't think it's doing much harm to the series.

And now we go back to CXS's dad. There are so many questions. Why is he so important to Liu Xiao? What's his connection to Xiang? Is he still in Bridon? IS HE STILL ALIVE?

Xiang was terrified when Liu Xiao mentioned him so maybe he had/has a powerful ability? I think Xiang had something to do with Cheng Weimin disappearing. My current theory is that someone dangerous was after Cheng Weimin and his family (maybe the superpower police?) and Xiang helped him in some way but that's just a gut feeling. It's just as likely to be true as a version when Xiang helped people who wanted to get rid of him (or maybe capture him and use him? so many questions, not so many answers).

And to end this post that is already way too long...

WHAT DOES THIS BEETLE THING MEAN? P.H.? DO WE KNOW SOMEONE WITH P.H. INITIALS? If it was H. P. I would pull out my lovecraftian hat but it's not (unfortunately).

Paris Hilton is that you???

#*insert that one gif from supernatural where dean says “do i look like paris hilton?”*#link click #link click bridon arc #link click yingdu #link click spoilers #liu xiao #i love our hat man™ so much

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On tour

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: fluff

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"I'm so sorry I haven’t posted much lately, but I have a few stories lined up that I'll be sharing this week! I also finally have some time to work on your requests, so feel free to send them in. For now, here's the story based on the survey I posted a few months ago—I hope you enjoy it!"

The lights of Paris sparkled like a sea of fireflies beneath the night sky as the Faith in the Future Tour made its grand stop in the City of Light. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, its golden glow casting a warm halo over the Seine. Louis Tomlinson’s tour bus had just pulled up to the Accor Arena, and the hum of the crowd was already palpable even from backstage. Louis loved this part of the journey—the pre-show buzz, the adrenaline, and the thought that tonight, he’d leave another piece of himself on stage.

By his side, as she had been throughout the entire tour, was Y/N. She wasn’t just Louis’s partner; she was his anchor, his best friend, and the person who brought a calm sense of normalcy to the often chaotic world of touring. Y/N had been an integral part of the journey, not just as emotional support but as someone who genuinely loved experiencing every moment with him.

The two had arrived in Paris late the night before, exhausted but exhilarated. Louis had insisted on a quick walk along the Seine before calling it a night, despite Y/N’s playful complaints about her sore feet. He had pulled her close, kissed her cheek, and said, “You’ll thank me for this tomorrow.”

Now, backstage at the Accor Arena, Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch in Louis’s dressing room, fiddling with her camera. She loved documenting the tour—not for social media or any grand purpose, but for the little scrapbook she’d started when the tour began. It was filled with candid shots of Louis, the crew, the fans, and the breathtaking cities they visited. Tonight, she planned to capture the magic of Paris.

Louis walked in, already dressed in his tour outfit: a sleek black jacket and his signature trousers. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

“Still playing paparazzi, are you?” he teased, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“Someone has to document this chaos,” Y/N replied with a grin, tilting the camera to snap a picture of him mid-smirk. “And you look too good not to capture.”

He chuckled, sitting beside her. “You ready for tonight?”

Y/N nodded, her excitement matching his. She had been to every show so far, and yet, each one felt like the first. “Are you ready?” she asked, nudging him gently.

“Always,” Louis replied, his voice steady with determination. “But tonight… tonight feels special. Paris always does.”

Just then, Oli, Louis’s best friend and trusted confidant, popped his head into the dressing room. “You two lovebirds ready? Max says five minutes till go-time. The crowd’s insane tonight.”

Louis grinned. “We’re ready. And don’t call us lovebirds.”

Oli laughed, stepping inside. “Fine. Dynamic duo, then. Seriously, though, Y/N, how are you holding up? It’s got to be exhausting keeping up with this one.”

“Hey!” Louis protested, feigning offense.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I’m doing fine. Louis makes it easy… most of the time.” She shot him a teasing look.

“I heard that,” Louis said, smirking. He turned to Oli. “What about you? You’ve been running around like mad today.”

“Yeah, but it’s worth it,” Oli replied. “The setup looks amazing, and the crowd… mate, they’re already singing your name.”

Louis’s expression softened. “They never fail to amaze me. Honestly, it’s them that keep me going.”

Oli nodded. “Well, let’s make sure they get a show they’ll never forget. See you out there.”

As Oli left, Louis turned back to Y/N, giving her hand a squeeze. “Come on. Let’s make some memories.”

The arena was electric. Thousands of fans waved their phones in the air, their screens illuminating the space like a galaxy of stars. Y/N stood at the side of the stage, her camera in hand, as Louis stepped into the spotlight. The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of love and excitement crashing over him.

The opening chords of “The Greatest” filled the air, and Louis launched into the performance with all the energy he had. Y/N couldn’t help but beam with pride. He was in his element, connecting with the crowd in a way that felt both intimate and powerful. She snapped photo after photo, capturing his every movement, every smile, every moment of pure joy.

Between songs, Louis spoke to the crowd, his accent thick and endearing. “Paris! You lot are incredible tonight,” he said, earning an ear-splitting cheer. “This city always feels like magic to me. Maybe it’s the lights, maybe it’s the love. Either way, let’s make this a night we won’t forget.”

Y/N’s heart swelled. She knew how much this meant to him. Louis’s fans were his world, and he gave them everything he had, night after night. It was one of the things she admired most about him.

As the show progressed, Y/N found herself lost in the music. She sang along to every word, danced along with the crowd, and cheered louder than anyone else. Louis caught her eye more than once, sending her a wink or a playful grin that made her cheeks flush. He even dedicated a song to her, his voice softening as he said, “This one’s for someone who makes every day on this tour better than the last.”

When the final notes of “Silver Tongues” rang out, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Louis bowed, his gratitude evident in the way he held his hand over his heart. As he walked off stage, he headed straight for Y/N, his face flushed and his hair damp with sweat.

“How was that?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

“You were incredible,” Y/N said, throwing her arms around him. “You always are.”

Oli appeared behind them, clapping Louis on the back. “Absolutely smashed it, mate. The energy tonight was next level.”

“Thanks, man,” Louis said, smiling. “And thanks for everything you do. Couldn’t do it without you.”

“You’d be lost without me,” Oli joked, earning a laugh from both Louis and Y/N.

After the show, the crew had planned a small celebration at a nearby rooftop bar overlooking the Eiffel Tower. Paris deserved a proper toast, after all. Louis, Y/N, and Oli arrived together, the cool night air brushing against their skin.

The rooftop was stunning, adorned with twinkling lights and offering a breathtaking view of the city. The Eiffel Tower glittered in the distance, a beacon of romance and wonder. Louis and Y/N found a quiet corner, while Oli mingled with the crew.

Louis poured them each a glass of champagne, handing one to Y/N. “To Paris,” he said, raising his glass.

“To Paris,” she echoed, clinking her glass against his.

They sipped their drinks in comfortable silence, taking in the beauty around them. Y/N couldn’t help but snap a few more photos, capturing the way the city lights reflected in Louis’s eyes. He laughed, playfully swatting at her camera.

“You’re relentless,” he teased.

“And you love it,” she shot back, sticking out her tongue.

Louis’s expression softened. “Yeah, I do.”

Oli wandered over, holding a plate of desserts. “You two look disgustingly cute, you know that?” he said, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I’ve got profiteroles. Anyone want some?”

Y/N laughed. “Always.”

They spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and soaking in the magic of Paris. As the night wore on, Louis took Y/N’s hand and led her to the edge of the rooftop. The Eiffel Tower loomed before them, its lights shimmering like diamonds.

“Dance with me,” he said suddenly, setting his glass down.

Y/N blinked. “Here? Now?”

“Why not?” Louis grinned, pulling her close. “No music, no crowd. Just us.”

She laughed but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arms around her. They swayed gently, the world around them fading away. It didn’t matter that there was no music; the rhythm of their hearts was enough.

For a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in Paris, the only two people in the world. Louis leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s lips.

“Thank you for being my constant,” he whispered. “Through all of this.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes, but she smiled. “Always,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The night stretched on, the city’s magic wrapping around them like a warm embrace. As they stood there, dancing under the Parisian sky, Y/N realized that this—the music, the love, the adventure—was the kind of memory they’d hold onto forever. And in that moment, it felt like the Faith in the Future Tour was just as much a journey of the heart as it was a celebration of music.

#louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson imagine #louis tomlinson imagines #louis tomlinson fluff #one direction #louis tomlinson x reader #louis tomlinson x you #self ship imagine #imagine #louis tommo

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hard--headed--woman · 8 months ago

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I know I spent two days without posting any lesbian pride post lol but I swear I'm gonna post two posts per day in the following days to make up for it. I am again going to talk about an artist, but from a different period this time.

Rosa Bohneur !

(I love her name by the way... Bohneur means happiness in french and that's such a pretty name to have)

Marie-Rosalie Bonheur, known as Rosa Bonheur, was born in 1822 in Bordeaux and died in 1899 in Thomery. She was a French painter and sculptor specialising in representations of animals.

She has kind of an interesting family story (mother adopted by a rich guy who found out later who was her real father, siblings all artists, father who met a lot of interesting people, links with many famous people...) but it would be too long to talk about it and I want to focus on Rosa herself. Do check it up if you're interested!

During her youth, Rosa Bonheur had a reputation for being a tomboy, a reputation that followed her throughout her life and which she made no attempt to deny, wearing her hair short and later smoking cigarettes and cigars. Her emancipated lifestyle never caused a scandal, even though she lived in an era that was very concerned with convention. Like all women of her time, Rosa Bonheur had to apply to the Prefecture of Paris for a cross-dressing permit, renewable every six months, in order to wear trousers, in particular to attend livestock fairs, travel or ride horses.

Here's one of her permits, from 1857 :

And though many historians tried to deny the fact that she was a lesbian, she always refused to marry a man, has only ever had relationships with women and literally wrote that she never felt any sort of love, attraction or tenderness for men, "besides a frank and good friendship for those who had all my esteem". After the death of the woman she loved, she also wrote "If I'd been a man, I'd have married her, and they wouldn't have made up all those silly stories..." You got it : even if she didn't shout it from the rooftops, Rosa was very probaby a homosexual woman.

Rosa Bohneur grew up in a fairly wealthy family, thanks to the financial support of her mother's adoptive father. But when her mother's father died, the family was left without any such support, and fell into dire poverty. When Rosa was 11, her mother died, which deeply traumatised her. She kept a lifelong admiration for her mother.

In 1836, at the age of 14, she met Nathalie Micas, who became her lover. Only Nathalie's death 53 years later separated them.

Her father remarried in 1842 to Marguerite Peyrol, with whom he had a last son, Germain, who would also become a painter. Rosa Bonheur did not get on well with her stepmother and when her father died in 1849, she left the family home to live with the Micas.

After her mother's death, Rosa Bonheur went to primary schools, was apprenticed as a dressmaker and then went to boarding school. Eventually her father took her into his workshop, where her artistic talents were revealed. He was her one and only teacher. Gradually, she developed a passion for animal art, which became her speciality.

She exhibited for the first time, at the age of 19, at the Salon of 1841. She won a 3rd class medal at the Salon of 1845, and a 1st class medal (gold) at the Salon of 1848. This award enabled her, at the age of 26, to obtain a commission from the State to produce an agrarian painting (paid 3,000 francs). The painting resulting from this state commission, "Labourage nivernais" was supposed to go to the Musée des Beaux-Arts in Lyon. But it was so successful at the 1849 Salon that the Beaux-Arts department decided to keep it in Paris, at the Musée du Luxembourg. After Rosa Bonheur's death, the work went to the Louvre, before being transferred to the Musée d'Orsay in 1986.

When her father died in March 1849, Rosa Bonheur replaced him as director of the École impériale gratuite de dessin pour demoiselles (or École gratuite de dessin pour jeunes filles). She remained in this position until 1860: ‘Follow my advice and I'll turn you into Leonardo da Vinci in skirts’, she often told her pupils.

In 1860, she moved to a huge house in By, where she had a huge workshop built, and ample space for her animals. One of her relatives wrote: “She had a complete menagerie in her house: a lion and a lioness, a deer, a wild sheep, a gazelle, horses, etc. One of her pets was a young lion she let run around. My mind was freer when this leonine animal died".

In June 1864, Rosa was visited by Empress Eugenie, who invited her to lunch at the Château de Fontainebleau with her husband. The following year, Eugenie returned to see her, to present her with the Legion d'honneur herself. Rosa is the ninth woman and the first artist to receive this distinction. About this, The Empress said :

“At last, you've been knighted. I am delighted to be the godmother of the first woman artist to receive this high distinction. I wanted the last act of my regency to be devoted to showing that, in my eyes, genius has no sex."

She was also the first woman to be made an officer in this order, in April 1894 (first female officer of the Legion d'honneur).

Rosa traveled extensively with her lover Nathalie, herself a painter and mechanical enthusiast (she invented and patented a railway braking system), and painted many pictures inspired by her travels.

In 1889, Nathalie died after some 50 years together. It was then that Rosa expressed her regret at not having been able to marry her.

After Nathalie's death, Rosa met Anna Klumpe, a talented American painter. The two women moved in together some time later.

Rosa Bohneur died of pulmonary congestion in 1899, without having completed her last painting, “La foulaison du blé en Camargue”, a monumental canvas she had planned to exhibit at the 1900 Universal Exhibition.

She is buried in Père Lachaise cemetery, alongside Nathalie, her parents and Anna (who died years after her). She left her entire fortune to Anna, who, in 1908, published a biography of Rosa Bonheur and created a Rosa-Bonheur prize at the Société des artistes français. The Société des Artistes français posthumously awarded her the Medal of Honor shortly after her death.

Rosa could have had military honors at her funeral, but she specified in her will that she did not wish this.

There's a lot of interesting things to say about Rosa, her art and her history, so I suggest you do some research on her! She was a very talented and strong-willed woman who had a huge impact on French art and left a considerable cultural legacy.

Here are some of her paintings :

I personally love them ! I am not a painting expert, I just find them sooo pretty.

See you tomorrow :)

#lesbian #lesbian pride #pride #pride month #female homosexual #female homosexuality #rosa bonheur #french art #painting #art #lesbian history

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sissylittlefeather · 3 months ago

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Bonded: Part 4

Baby What You Want Me to Do

A/N: Here is the next part to the vampire series I started last Halloween! Things are heating up as we move from 1960 to 1970 with vampire Elvis and our vampire reader. I hope you enjoy!

Need to catch up?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, but they're vampires so also blood drinking, biting, and someone with a pretty serious illness

Word count: ~3.8k

December 1970

He prays desperately that they'll find you. You're his only hope.

Elvis paces the TV room at Graceland smoking his cigar much too quickly. What will he do if the guys can't find you? He's talked to three different vampires and they all refused to help him. Surely, once he explains, you'll do what he needs.

There's also a small part of him that just wants to know where you are, wants to see you again. He's wondered where you were so many times over the last decade and he almost broke down and looked for you on several occasions. But he was never as desperate as he is now.

He sits down on the couch and stares absentmindedly at the TVs as they play three different football games. Hopefully Sonny and the guys can find you. They have to find you.

******

You leave your job at the Moulin Rouge not long after your encounter with Elvis. People start to notice that you aren't aging. But more than that, everything there reminds you of him. So you pack up and move to Rome. You bounce around Europe for the better part of the decade and then decide you'll go home to America. By the mid ‘60s there are more soldiers, but you have no interest in living in Vietnam. Besides, you’re getting a little tired of the routine that keeps you alive. Several times you consider giving up entirely and letting yourself fade, but there’s always a reason to keep going, even if it’s just that you have to go to work the next day.

You watch Elvis's career from afar, see every single one of his movies, and cry when you watch the Special in ‘68. That's when you go home, settling in Las Vegas to become a showgirl. There is a steady stream of male tourists and, if you’re being honest, the vague chance that you might run into Elvis. In a way, you’re happy, despite living alone. After Paris, you stop looking for others like you and learn to be content to live in isolation. Even after all these years, the only one you really want is him.

You get invited to one of his parties once by some guy who is trying to show off, but you bail at the last second, scared of how he might react to seeing you again. He’s married with a child, why would he want to reconnect with the woman who ruined his life? Still, his life doesn't seem ruined when you read what the papers have to say about his grand return to the stage. You're happy he’s happy and you make that be enough.

******

Elvis walks upstairs to Lisa Marie’s room and stands in the doorway for a little while just watching the scene in front of him. His little girl lays in the bed asleep as the nurse sits beside her waiting for the next coughing fit.

“How is she?” He whispers and the nurse looks up at him.

“Not any better. The doctor is worried that the whooping cough will turn to pneumonia. If that happens-”

“It won't.” He can't entertain that possibility in his mind. She's already too sick. He walks over to the bed and kneels down beside it, looking at his toddler daughter struggling to breathe on the pillow. She's not even 3 years old. “I won't let it happen.”

“Mr. Presley, I know it's hard to think about, but she's not responding to the antibiotics. You need to-” He turns to her with his eyes burning and cruel. It's easy to forget he's a vampire until he looks like this. The nurse doesn't know, of course, but she's filled with an icy cold terror anyway.

“I've already fired three nurses for talking like this. Do you want to be next?” He spits it at her and she shakes her head vehemently.

“N-no sir. I'm sorry.” She shrinks like a mouse in front of a violent predator. Elvis glares at her, nostrils flaring, and seriously considers draining her dry. He hasn't fed in days and he feels his fangs descend just thinking about it. Shaking his head a little, he turns back to face the bed and takes a deep breath to get rid of his fangs.

“You just do your job. Leave the rest to me.” He lifts Lisa Marie’s hand to his lips and kisses it gently. “My baby will be just fine.”

The nurse nods as he stands up and walks to the doorway, pausing to look back at the bed.

“She will be fine.” He has to find you before it's too late.

******

You read in the papers that Elvis is back in Vegas at the end of January 1971. Every time you find out he's there, your heart skips and you try not to pray that this is the time you run into him. You attempt to go about your business as usual and ignore the strange pull you feel to reach out to him.

It takes every amount of threatening from the Colonel to get Elvis to go back to Vegas while Lisa Marie is sick. Her whooping cough does turn into pneumonia and she just seems to get worse with each passing day. Elvis has her moved to a hospital in Vegas so he can be with her any time he's not on stage.

In the meantime, the men he's sent to search for you continue to come up empty handed. Nobody at the Moulin Rouge knows where you are and none of their other leads go anywhere. Mary hasn't spoken with you since the day Elvis was turned. And even though they find Anya back home in Russia, she doesn't know where you are either. Last she heard, you were going back to America, but she wasn't sure where you'd gone.

Elvis breaks almost every knick knack in his Vegas suite flying into fits of rage over their incompetence. He could've told them you were in America. There's a strange feeling in him that tells him you're close by, he's just not sure where.

So when he sees you one day crossing the street in front of him on his way to the hospital, he almost doesn't believe it's you. But he'd recognize you anywhere, even with his eyes closed. For some reason, his extreme senses pick up on you better than anything he's ever experienced. He can smell you and hear you despite the bustling city around him.

Without warning, he unlocks the door and hops out of the car, ignoring the pleas from his bodyguards. He's stronger than all of them combined, so they don't even attempt to hold him back as he runs across the street to you.

You feel him before you see him, his scent almost overwhelming you. Your eyes close and you stop dead in your tracks as he comes up behind you.

“Y/n…”

“Elvis.” You turn to him, opening your eyes slowly. For a second, you both just stare at each other.

“I need you.” You're not sure what you were expecting to come out of his mouth, but it wasn't that.

“You… need me?”

“Yes. Please. Come with me.” You're on your way to work, but you don't think twice.

“Okay.” He leads you back through traffic to his car where it's parked as his bodyguards wait for him to come back. Sonny stands there, not sure what to think about the kind of woman that makes Elvis Presley jump out of a moving car.

“What the hell, boss?” Elvis just shakes his head.

“I told you she was close, man.” Sonny's mouth pops open.

“Is that… she's… that's her?” Elvis nods as he opens the door for you to slide into the backseat.

“That's her.” He slides into the seat beside you and slams the car door. You can't get over how good he looks in his velvet jacket. His hair is a lot longer than the last time you saw him, but he's just as handsome as he's ever been.

“Elvis…”

“I need your help. I've been looking for you.” Your body is screaming for you to pull him close to you, but you try to ignore the instinct.

“For me? Why?”

“You'll see.” You ride in silence, not sure what to say to the man you've loved for over a decade when you haven't seen him in just as long. When the car pulls up in front of the hospital, you really start to wonder what he wants with you. “Don't say anything to the press.”

He doesn't give you time to ask any questions before getting out of the car and running to your side to help you out.

“Elvis, what-?”

“Just come with me.” He puts his hand on the small of your back, sending shivers through both of you, and leads you past the paparazzi and through the hospital to Lisa Marie's room. At the door he turns to you with a strange look of desperation on his face. His distress is almost palpable. “I need your help with this.”

He pushes the door open and guides you into the room. When you see the little girl in the bed, oxygen pumping and monitors beeping, your hand goes to your mouth.

“This is my daughter, Lisa Marie. She has pneumonia and it's not responding to the medication.” Your eyes fill with tears, his sadness overwhelming you.

“What do you need from me?” He hesitates for a second and then decides he has nothing to lose.

“I need you to help me turn her into one of us.”

His request hangs in the air like some tangible thing. It takes a second for you to really register what he's asking, before you turn to him with your eyes wide.

“Elvis, she's a child. She's a baby. I'm not-”

“She's dying, y/n. I can't lose her.” You feel the desperation roll off of him in deep waves and look back at the toddler in the bed. For a second, you consider what it would mean.

“No, Elvis! I'm not doing this!” You turn and walk out of the hospital room. In the hallway, you lean against the wall and try to catch your breath. His emotions are making it difficult to think. You don't remember being this sensitive to him before, but it's like the years apart have made your senses even more extreme. There's always a strange sort of connection between a vampire and their maker, but yours seems to be especially strong. Or maybe his feelings are just that intense.

“Y/n! Please. You're my only hope of saving her.” His blue eyes burn with desperation.

“No!” You yell at first and then lower your voice when you realize the nurses at the desk are watching the two of you. “I'm not doing this, Elvis. I can't.”

He grabs your shoulders and shakes you a little, not hard but enough to feel.

“You have to! You did this to me! You owe me this!” He's frantic now, almost hysterical with the thought that you're refusing to do what he needs. You reach up and take his face in both hands.

“Elvis. Not here. Not like this. People are watching.” He blinks a few times and lets go of your shoulders, looking around. He sniffs hard and takes his glasses off to wipe his eyes. Placing them back on his nose, he looks at you intensely.

“Okay. Come with me.” He takes your hand and drags you back through the hospital to his car, ignoring the reporters as they yell questions about who you are and why he's at the hospital. Back in the safety of the car, he breaks down. “I don't know what else to do.”

He leans over in your arms and you hold him as he cries on your chest. Tears stream down your cheeks and your body is wracked with sobs. You're not sure if it's his sadness or yours that's got you like this, but you hold him and rock with him in your arms the whole way back to his hotel.

When you pull up, he groans and sits up, wiping his face with his hands. He pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to you to wipe your face with. You're not sure why he didn't use it himself, but it's like that would be admitting he had cried. Once you're both cleaned up as much as you can be, he opens the car door and leads you up to his suite. As soon as you're alone, he rounds on you. His eyes are so much on fire that they're almost red.

“Tell me again why the fuck you won’t save my daughter’s life.”

“Elvis, think about what you're asking me. You want me to help you make your baby a vampire.” He turns and kicks a table.

“I want you to SAVE HER LIFE.” He snarls at you angrily. You decide that yelling back is not going to be helpful. Instead you take a deep breath and ask quietly.

“Did I save your life?” He stares at you.

“What?”

“When I turned you, did I save your life?” You say it slowly and deliberately and watch as he puts together what you're asking.

“No, but I wasn't dying.” He seems to have softened a bit though, so you continue this line of questioning.

“And are you happy that I turned you?”

“Not really.” The bitterness in his voice cuts straight through you.

“Is this the life you want for your child?” That strikes a chord and he looks up at you with his eyes cold again.

“I didn't want this life for myself.” Now it's your turn to shake your head and get a little fired up.

“Oh no you don't. You do not get to blame this on me. You begged me to turn you.” You watch as he puffs up again and prepares for a fight.

“And you knew better!”

“I told you-”

“BUT YOU DID IT ANYWAY!” He walks close to you and towers over you. “YOU DID IT ANYWAY!”

“YOU DIDN’T GIVE ME AN OPTION!” He scares you a bit, but you refuse to back down. “YOU-”

“AND THEN YOU SENT ME AWAY!” You laugh derisively.

“I sent you away?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” You take a step towards him and look up into his face. “You left me!”

He grabs your upper arms and shakes you again.

“DO YOU THINK I WANTED TO LEAVE-” You cut him off and scream.

“DO YOU THINK I WANTED YOU TO LEAVE?! I LOVED YOU!” He lets go of your arms and his mouth pops open, but he closes it quickly and turns away from you. You whisper to his back. “I love you.”

You try to suppress your tears, dying to know what he is thinking. He doesn't give you long to wonder, though. Instead, he turns back to you with a tortured expression.

“Why the fuck didn't you say anything?”

“I knew better! I knew you didn't love me!” He shakes his head.

“You decided for me.”

“Are you telling me I was wrong?!” Your voice wavers as the tears threaten to spill over. “You know you didn't-”

And then in three steps he's wrapped around you, his mouth crashed into yours, kissing you with an unbridled passion.

You don't even think, your body just responds and you jump to wrap your legs around his waist. He catches you easily and carries you to the bedroom, his mouth never moving from yours. A decade’s worth of pent up passion is escaping you both as he lays you down on the bed and rolls his hips forward to meet yours. He stops for the smallest second and strokes the side of your face with the back of his fingers. Then he leans in and kisses you softly a few times before the heat takes over again and he tears at your clothes. In a few short minutes he's got you both stripped naked and you press your bodies together, soaking in the feeling of each other’s skin. It's been so long since he's had you like this that he almost forgot what it felt like to be this close to you, but it all comes rushing back to him as you whimper underneath him. He presses his lips to your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake as he moves down your stomach. His fangs have already descended and he grazes them against your inner thigh in the place where he bit you when you made love before he left Germany. How many nights has he thought of that day? The way you tasted and smelled and how you writhed under his body in pleasure.

You're overwhelmed with the reality of him as he worships you, having spent too many years imagining him, replaying your last time together over and over in your mind with your fingers pressed to your clit, whispering his name into the darkness like a prayer. You feel your fangs against your bottom lip and arch your back as he drags his tongue up your thigh and hovers just over your center.

“You really thought I didn't love you?” He whispers, just before he lowers his mouth to you, letting his tongue dart out over your sensitive bud. You moan softly as he begins to lick and suck you with the fire of a man possessed by desire. Words are beyond you as he works your clit with his mouth and then moves down to press his tongue as deep inside you as it'll go. You whimper and gasp as he fucks you with his tongue and then moves back up, sliding two long fingers into you. The feeling of his rings against your entrance is new and particularly delicious as you feel your orgasm start to gather in between your hips. His fangs press gently into your skin as he licks you hard and slides his fingers in and out. He knows you're close to a climax, remembers the way you feel like this, and is pulling out all the stops to push you over the edge. “Come on, baby. You can let go for me. I'm not goin’ anywhere.”

He's not sure why that's what he says, but it works nonetheless and you feel yourself giving in to the pleasure as it washes over you in pounding waves. He moans a little when he feels you pulse around his fingers. As your clit softens, he pulls back a bit and it takes everything in him not to sink his fangs into your thigh. His dick is so hard it almost hurts and he's dying for some kind of release. He hasn't fed in way too long and the knowledge that you're there and you taste so good is about to kill him.

You watch, confused, as he moves away from you and sits up with his back against the headboard, leaning back and sighing deeply.

“Elvis, what-?”

“I'm trying not to bite you.” You sit up and look at him, so beautiful with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, shaggy hair a little wet with sweat. His body is taut and when your eyes land on his hard cock standing at the ready, your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Why?” You whisper as you slink over to him and crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs and taking his dick in your hand. He groans as you start to pump him and then lean in and kiss his chest. “I don't mind.”

He immediately lifts his head and looks down as you move your hair out of the way and expose your neck to him. It’s been so long and he knows how good you taste. A low growl escapes him as he leans forward and licks a spot on your neck.

“You're sure, baby?”

“Just don't drain me, but yes.” He smiles a little and drags his fangs across your skin. Your hand is still pumping him, but as he moves to bite you, you lift up and sink down onto his cock while his fangs press into your neck. Both of you moan deeply with the double sensation. You roll your hips against him as he sucks the blood from your neck and the passion begins to mount again as both of his hands move to your back. He groans as you begin to bounce on him harder, pushing him so deep inside you that you dance on the edge of another orgasm.

“Fuck, Elvis!” You moan and he backs away from your neck and pulls your mouth to his, your fangs bumping into his as you taste your own blood on his tongue. He moves his hands to your hips and starts to lift and drop you faster and faster, feeling the pleasure rise in him and threaten to explode inside you. Then, he grabs the other side of your neck with his hand and presses his forehead into yours as you fuck him.

“Of course I loved you. I’ve always loved you. I still love you.” You let out a strangled moan at his words and clamp your mouth shut. The instinct to bite him is so strong that you can barely control it. And it only gets worse when he cocks his head to the side and moves his hair off his neck.

“I can't.”

“Yes you can. Please.”

“Elvis…” But it's beyond your control when he moves his thumb to your clit and he pushes you over the edge into another blinding climax. Your eyes darken and the next thing you know, you're sinking your fangs into him as he holds you in place and cums deep inside you. The sweet taste of his blood rushes over your tongue as his cock pulses inside you. The pleasure overwhelms both of you so deeply that for a second it feels like you black out. When you both come to, you're laying on the bed with your head down by his feet and his head by yours. You feel him grab your ankle and kiss it, a smile spreading across your face.

“You okay, baby?” He asks with his lips against your skin. You sit up and rearrange to be in his arms. He kisses your forehead and sighs deeply.

“I'm fine. Better than fine. Are you okay?” You look up at him but he keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

“Yeah, I'm… I love you.” You kiss his jawline.

“I love you too. What is it?” There's a pause as you watch him try to find the words to say what's on his mind. Eventually he just opens his mouth and it comes tumbling out.

“My baby girl is gonna die, isn't she?”

You lay together in silence and the thought hits him that at least he'll have you when it happens.

******

To be continued...

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