#for wife's bday

[r3starttt]

UNDONE

PAIRING: Caitlyn x reader

CW: request. been in my drafts for too long. mentions of spit. finger sucking. fingering. oral. kinda public sex(? mean caitlyn. thigh riding. many filth!!!

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There's something intoxicating about having you on her lap. Uniform still covering her body while the fingers that aren't covered by her gloves take a thick grip on your bare skin.

The contrast between your vulnerable body against hers, your warm skin while hers stays cold. She adores the sight of your nipples hardening beneath her body, how you react to the friction her uniform provides you and how you always leave a wet spot on her thighs after she's got you sucking on her fingers while her other hand touches everywhere around your clit just to mess with you.

She loves having you on your knees too. Your clit rubbing at the edge of her boots while your mouth opens for her to spit on it. It's delightful to watch you gag when she deepens her fingers to play with your spit, to have you moaning against her leg when she leans close enough to extend her hand and rub at your clit. Or when you start to beg her for anything.

Caitlyn loves how much she can pity you. How you don't know as much as she does whenever you step on her office. She loves having you following her around like a puppy, taking you in her office when she notices you're too insecure about the lack of knowledge when council members adress whatever with her on when one of the many people that work for her interrupt your conversations to discuss something important with her. She loves calling you pretty while her hand stays put beneath your clothes while you grind. She loves reminding you it's you she chose, it's you she loves but it's also you who could be a reminded of why so far she hadn't settled for no woman.

And it's a constant dag in the heart she seems to enjoy. One Caitlyn gets the most wet at. Having you sitting on her desk, legs wide open while she leans close enough for her breath to hit on your inner thighs while her blue orbs meet yours. "Quiet or I stop." threat after threat she knows it hurts.

You always nood at her, hesitant on approaching to her skin and just brushing some strands away from her face. "You didn't lock the door." The vulnerable in your voice maddens her, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand above your wet folds, making you tease yourself while her body shifts to stand up, straighten herself and kiss you properly.

"They know they can't come in." Her murmur suffocating as you fight the temptation of doing the work yourself and rubbing on your clit.

"Caitlyn." Your tone comes out quiet just like she ordered, and she nods for you to speak. But you don't.

"If you want me to stop, I will." Her fingers hold your ribs and up your breasts, taking your nipples between her fingers just enough to make you shake your head and open your legs further for her. "Good."

And just like that she's got her lips cupping at your clit, pressing gentle kisses while you let yourself rest in the cold of her desk. Your legs on each of her shoulders while she sits on her usual chair. Hands and nails playing with your nipples if not tracing the paths of your lips to make sure your mouth stays shut.

But you can't fully obbey her- she's been warned by many. A young lady like you who's not used to an environment like hers should never be the woman Caitlyn settles for.

And your mouth parts open, hoping if not praying her fingers would make their way into your tongue to shut you like she does. But it doesn't happen and as much as the humiliation runs in your heat, you can't help yourself but whine her name. And how could you not when her tongue teases to fill your drenched hole, when your clit gets sucked if not biten by her hunger.

Cailtyn is always smarter than you. And just like her, you've been warned-- seen it yourself. There's always a reason behind her every move.

She's got you squirming beneath her, chin dripping with your wetness while her tongue plays with your pussy, deepening her eventual thrusts to obscenely slurp you. That until she feels you close, she can hear you, sense the knot in your stomach.

And so, she pulls back. Her grip on your legs is aggressive as she drags her chair far enough to watch the mess you've done on her desk, admire the bruises around your pussy and the wet on your thighs. "I told you to stay quiet." Her posture straightens, taking your hips closer to her own clothed ones.

Her lips come to your forehead, cupping your chin to make you look at her. "You want to come? do it yourself."

[mudshadow]

happy 5th birthday goddess 💫

[normasshearer]

Mother, it's all right for you to talk of another generation when women were chattels, and they did as men told them to. But this is today. Stephen and I are equals. We took each other of our own free will, for life, because we loved each other. We've always given each other our best. I won't qualify that relationship now. It's wrong. Shockingly wrong. And women that stand for such things are beneath contempt. I'll never be one of them. Never.

NORMA SHEARER as Mary Haines in THE WOMEN (1939) dir. George Cukor

[omoriisstruggling]

i know he has a snake tail bbbut i just want him to have a big ol beat up dragon tail ＿|￣|○

[gramnel]

TG

[thetorturedlovergirl]

HAPPY CLARA OSWALD DAY !!

[venompinks]

HAPPY LISA DAY ✶ 97.03.27

[itaogo]

"With love,

Ada Tennant."

[seiwas]

cw: happy tears and tickle fights, birthday celebrations and other things. unedited sawry. ‼️ FIC SPOILERS PAST THIS PORTION OF THE CONTENT WARNING ‼️ pregnancy.

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hajime’s birthday this year is different.

you don’t celebrate on the day of, contrary to your tradition of keeping it free no matter what. instead, you decide on the weekend, taking time to prepare his gift while he’s out of town.

the sunday morning starts out slow, a late wake to his usual 5:00 a.m. runs. you shift beside him, turning to snuggle deeper into his hold.

you weren’t able to wait for him last night, any hour past midnight simply impossible for you to keep up with these days.

your breath puffs out in a long exhale, tickling his collarbone.

he pulls you closer when you move, tucking his nose into the crown of your head. it’s something you both do, you’ve noticed—breathing each other in the moment you return to one another.

the celebration today is not lost on you, but you take in these few silent moments with him for just a bit longer.

when he stirs, squeezing you tighter as he mumbles a low ‘morning’, you peer up to kiss his chin. he’s ticklish there, you know, especially when your lips catch on the bits of stubble grown a few days after he shaves.

it takes longer for you both to get out of bed because of that, a tickle fight ensuing as hajime sneakily crawls his fingers up your armpits, blowing raspberries at the spot right below your ears.

you slip into the bathroom that way—a little clumsy and a lot giggly. then you crouch low, opening the cabinet under the sink; hidden in it is your gift for him, a flat rectangle wrapped in kraft paper and a green bow.

it’s the first thing in your agenda today, you’ve decided, unable to wait until he receives it at the end of the day, like you’d originally planned.

hajime’s propped up against the headboard when you step back into your bedroom, blanket scrunched at his hip. you’re no fan of the season’s heat, but you thank god it’s summer, because at least, you’re met with the view of his exposed chest every morning.

he holds an arm out to welcome you back in, letting you rest your legs across his lap as he cradles your back.

“your gift,” you whisper, holding out the wrapped rectangle, “open it first. that’s the first thing on our agenda today.”

he chuckles, taking the soft rectangle from your hands while kissing your temple, “thanks, babe. you didn’t have to.”

you watch eagerly, tucking yourself into his side as you wrap an arm around his waist. he tears through the wrapper but sets aside the bow, knowing you like to recycle them when you have the chance.

hajime is a simple man, and at the sight of his favorite brand of socks, he lights up at the addition of one more to his already-full drawer of them.

he turns to you, about to pepper your face with a bunch of kisses but—

“check the hem, i got something done to it.” you giggle.

he looks confused for a moment before he turns them over, plain white save for the dark green letters running around its ankle garters.

there’s another reason you decided to celebrate his birthday this weekend, on the third sunday of june.

he deciphers the word, reading each letter: p-a-p-a, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain before he immediately whips his head to face you.

“you’re—?”

you nod.

there’s something indescribable in his eyes, emotion welling up as they gloss over dark olive green—it makes you want to cry, too.

damn all these hormones.

“happy birthday, papa.” you sniffle, smiling wide, “and happy father’s day.”

(after a whole lot of tears, and even more kissing, you show hajime the tests you took while he was away. he tells you you should have told him, that he would have come home, but you shake your head.

it’s well worth it, seeing his reaction to two things he can celebrate today.)

[zappedbyzabka]

Happy Birthday to the pretty and talented William Zabka <3

[alinalal-art]

Ghost Trick fanart birthday gift for my buddy @datcravat who is the CEO of ghost trick :D

[cannibalkitty985]

🪰🪰🪰

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

Happy Birthday Pattie Boyd!!!!

[knifebaby3000]

you must fix your heart— you must build an altar where it floods

[jeanivere]

obligatory birthday art of my fav oc ever — wraith

shes so very dear to me

[wild-moss-art]

Leonie the blade breaker