#happy early birthdays to these gorgeous ladies

[spooky-spextre-arts]

It's the first day of August, so, Encanto fandom, you know what that means... 👀🎁

Isabela Madrigal: August 7th | 🏵💠🌹

(From what the Disney wiki tells me:

Day that marked the end of the Battle of Boyacá, and during the month of the Festival of Flowers in Colombia)

Dolores Madrigal: August 31st | ☀️🔊🎀

(The same time of the International Day for People of African Descent, as well as Saint Raymond Nonnatus's Feast Day, the patron of confidentiality.)

*Since I just read the trivia sections of the Disney Wiki, I know there's still a lot I'm not aware of, so if I misinterpreted the cultural significance of these dates, don't hesitate to say so.*

[strniohoeee]

could u do one where its readers birthday and matt has a bunch of surprises for her and like spoils her the whole day and its really fluffy and cute and then they go home after dinner and matt looks after her and they have like soft sex

Pure

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt showed Y/N just how much he loved her when he made her birthday extra special. Feeling overwhelmed by love, Y/N decides she’s ready for more in the relationship.🌺

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT, loss of virginity on both parts. Just some cute ass love making🥺

I also combined this with this request : “can you write a Matt smut where the reader and Matt are both virgins and they both have to figure out how to do it together (Matt and reader and dating in this) “

Song for the imagine: Can I Call You Rose?- The Sacred Souls

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Can I call you rose?

Cause you’re sweet like a flower in blue

Can I call you rose?

Cause your fragrance takes over the room

A sunflower field, a clear blue sky and Matt….this was all so beautiful. Running through the field as I let the wind brush through my hair. My fingers dancing along the flowers as Matt stood in front of me glancing back at me with a smile.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

My brows furrowed and I stirred in my sleep

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I jumped out of my bed and looked at the clock 8:00am….ughhh who’s at my door this early on a Saturday morning.

I opened my bedroom door and walked towards my living room.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“IM COMINGGGGG” I yelled a little annoyed at my slumber being interrupted

I opened the door with a sour face, messy hair and smeared mascara.

“Y/N Y/L/N” the guy asked

“Umm yes” I said squinting my eyes

“Perfect here’s a delivery for you frommmm actually it doesn’t say who” the guy said looking up from his screen

He bent over next to my door and handed me a large bouquet of red roses….my favorite flowers

“Woah…thanks” I said grabbing the bouquet and laughing

“You’re welcome, you gave a good day now bye” he said smiling and walking away

I kicked the door closed with my foot and put the bouquet down on the counter. Grabbing a vase for it and filling it with water.

I lifted them back up and looked at the tag, a smile growing on my face

“For my lovely girl, Happy Birthday<3! Can’t wait to see you later-Love Matt”

My heart melted at this….I was never given roses by any previous boyfriends, and to get a large bouquet of my favorite flowers with a note from Matt made me giddy inside.

I placed the flowers in the vase and decided to text Matt since I wasn’t sure if he was awake or not.

To Matt🌹

Good morning my love! I just received the flowers🥹 thank you sooo much I love you❤️

From Matt🌹

Good morning baby! You’re very welcome. Anything for my gorgeous lady, especially on her birthday:)

To Matt🌹

You’re the best🫶🏽 coming over today??

From Matt🌹

I have some things planned 😏

To Matt🌹

You creep😀 ……. Can’t wait to see you though😋

From Matt🌹

I’m going to get ready now! I’m taking you to breakfast I’ll be over in like 40 minutes ❤️

To Matt🌹

Okay my love! Drive safe and see you soon❣️

I showered, did some makeup, did my hair and got dressed all in 40 minutes, and at the 45 minute mark I heard a knock at my front door.

I opened the door for Matt and immediately smiled at him. Pulling him in by his arm and placing a kiss to his lips

“Happy birthday baby” he said hugging me

“Thank you my love” I said kissing his cheek and running to my room to grab a pair of shoes

I occasionally went home for my birthdays, but since making friends here I began to spend my birthdays with them.

But this year I decided to spend my birthday with Matt. Well it was more like his decision, but I didn’t mind at all.

“Okay baby, where do you want to go?” He asked me as I locked my front door

“Uhhh the diner by your house it’s my favorite” I said smiling at him

“To the diner it is” he said grabbing my hand

Matt had opened the passenger door for me as he always does and I hopped in. He headed towards the diner while we listened to music.

We sat for breakfast and talked the whole time.

“What do you have planned for today?” I asked him

“That’s for me to know and you to find out” he said winking

“Ohh come on Matt” I said rolling my eyes

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you” he said taking a bite of his food

“Just tell me, and I’ll act surprised. I’m a great actress you know” I said winking at him

“I’m sure you are, but no” he said laughing

“Fineeeee” I said throwing my head back

We had finished breakfast and got back in the car. Driving for what felt like forever.

“Okay for first pit stop isss probably the best pit stop we’ll ever take” he said smiling at me

“I’m excited I can’t wait” I said clapping my hands together

Matt was driving for a good half and hour before he turned to me slightly

“I need you to close your eyes and open them when I tell you to” he said

“Okay” I said giggling

I had shut my eyes and I felt Matt park the car, he got out and came to my side helping me out of the car.

“Matt there’s no noise where are you taking me” I said laughing

“To my underground lair” he said

“Stop being annoying” I said sucking my teeth

“Just wait” he said pulling me further

Suddenly we stopped, and I felt him put me in front of him

“Okayyy now open” he said letting go of my hand

“Oh my god” I said looking around

He had taken me to a field of roses….the fact that he truly understood how much I loved these flowers made my heart warm.

“You like it?” He said

“Matt of course I do, it’s so beautiful” I said touching a rose and smiling

We walked through the field looking and smelling at the roses.

We stopped and Matt plucked two roses from the bush

“We keep these two and let them dry out and then put them in a frame with a date” he said giving me one rose

“I like that idea” I said looking down at the rose

He put the rose in his sweater pocket

“I have something to give you” he said looking at me

“More?” I asked laughing

“Of course more” he said rolling his eyes

He took a small box out from his pants and my eyes widened

“Matt” I said looking at him

“I wanted to give you this promise ring to show that I’m devoted to you forever and always. And one day this ring will become a wedding ring” he said opening the box

“Matt you didn’t” I said covering my mouth

“I did” he said taking the ring out and putting it on my left ring finger

I looked at the ring and felt tears come to my eyes. I immediately kissed him and pulled away

“I have never ever had anyone love me as much as you do, and I’m so grateful for you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” I said letting some tears fall

“Don’t cry my love, I love you so much” he said wiping a tear away and pecking my lips again

After a while of walking we headed back to the car and made our way to our next location.

My eyes kept falling on my ring, a gold band with a small diamond in it. A smile automatically creeping on my face

Matt took me shopping, he got me a new purse, a new pair of shoes, and a few outfits. Then we had lunch and we ended up on the pier walking and talking

“Having a good time” he asked me

“A very good time, I’m so thankful for you. This is the best birthday anyone could ask for” I said as we walked with our hands interlocked

“You’re welcome pretty girl” he said kissing my hand and smiling at me

We sat on the beach as we watched the people walk by and the kids splash in the water.

“I don’t know how those kids can get in the water it’s so cold” I said laughing

“I know….these kids are built different” he said laughing

“Tell me about it” I replied

“Where do you want to do dinner?” He asked

“No where, we can go back to my house, and we can make something together and watch a movie” I said smiling at him

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“I’m positive” I replied laying my head on his shoulder

Matt had taken me to a bookstore and then to a bakery to pick out my birthday cake.

We headed back home and it was an hour drive….its LA I’m not shocked.

We finally got back to my apartment. I gave my matt my keys to unlock the door since I wanted to bring my own bags in.

He opened the door and turned the lights on. I walked in after him and my jaw dropped

My apartment is covered in rose petals, more gifts on the counter, party streamers and balloons that said Happy 20th Birthday……

“Matt? When the fuck did you do this?” I asked putting my bags down

“I left your key back home so Nick and Chris could come back to decorate for me” he replied placing the cake in the fridge

“They did this?” I replied cocking an eyebrow

“Wellll I had to pay them 150 each” he replied laughing

“Mmm a good deal” I said laughing

“Very good deal” he said coming up behind me and hugging me

“Waitttt what if I said I wanted to eat at a restaurant” I said laughing

“Well either way you would’ve come home to this” he said

“Very true” I replied turning around and kissing him

“Let’s see what’s on the menu” he replied heading over to the fridge

“Ahhh pizza ingredients” he said taking the stuff out

“They know me so well” I said laughing

Matt washed his hands and began to preheat the oven, and make the pizza for us while he watched me open the gifts

He got me a gift basket of all my favorite skin care and beauty items, then he got me my favorite perfume and some gift cards.

“Matt thank you so much” I said opening the last gift

“You’re welcome baby” he said putting the pizza in the oven

After unwrapping the last gift my eyes widened and my jaw dropped

“Matthew Bernard” I said

“What baby?” He said laughing

I shook my head as I opened the Cartier box. He got me the necklace I had been dreaming of getting myself, but it was over $2,000 and I was saving up for it.

“Matt this is so expensive” I said looking up at him

“I worked for it okay, plus you never shut up about it, so I wanted to get it for you” he said smiling at me

“I have no words to express how thankful I am right now” I said taking the necklace out of the box

“Let me help you put it on” he said coming around the counter

I lifted my hair up as he helped put the necklace on for me.

I turned around on the stool to face him

“It looks gorgeous on you” he said smiling at me

“Thank you so much Matt I love you” I said pulling him in for a hug and a kiss

Matt and I had ate pizza and drank soda as we watched

Love and Basketball. My friend told me it was a cute romance movie, and it was a movie I’ve been wanting to watch so I figured today was the perfect time.

We had finished our dinner and cleaned up a bit before resuming the movie. Matt was leaning against the arm rest as I laid in between his legs with my back against his chest.

The movie was so cute at first. A friends to kinda lovers, but then it became an enemy to lovers. As they were both competing to be the best at basketball and one up another. However they were falling for each other at the same time without realizing it.

We were at the scene where it was post prom and they were outside by their windows talking to one another and realized they got into the same college.

Their feelings came out and they ended up making out on the grass, which then turned to them going to her room and you see a loss of innocence scene begin to play out.

I shifted my head a bit….this becoming a bit awkward since I was a virgin and this scene hit a bit close to home.

I’m no idiot to sex, but Matt and I never had sex. We were together for a year and a half and we just never went more than making out and getting handsy.

We finished the movie that had one more scene like that, and I could tell the energy in the room changed between us.

We shut the tv off and decided to do the dishes.

“I really liked that movie” Matt said

“Yeah me too it was super cute, and I enjoyed the ending” I said smiling at him

“Me too I was scared they weren’t going to work out, but I’m glad they did” he replied

“Same” I replied

The silence becoming painfully awkward

“So ummm you know that one scene” I asked

“What scene?” He asked laughing and turning the water off

“The one where she’s clearly losing her virginity” I asked getting shy

“Uhh yeah…” he replied furrowing his brows

“Well is it true? Like is that how it goes down?” I asked him

“Uhhh I wouldn’t know” he said drying his hands

“Wouldn’t know?” I asked cocking my head to the side

“Well yeah Y/N I’m a virgin” he said smiling awkwardly

“What? You’re a virgin?” I asked shocked

“Are you shocked?” He asked laughing

“I mean a little bit, you always seemed to know what we’re doing” I replied

“I said I never had sex I didn’t say I don’t know how to kiss or touch” he replied getting red in the face

“Oh….right” I said swallowing thickly

“I know you’re a virgin” he said

“Isn't it painfully obvious?” I asked laughing

“I wouldn’t say painfully, but yes it’s obvious” he replied laughing

“Heyy not nice” I said playfully pouting

“It’s okay we’re in the same boat here” he said laughing

“Awww virgin boy Matt” I said poking him

“You’re literally a virgin too” he said

“Exactly why we can make fun of each other” I said laughing

“Mmm I don’t think it works like that” he said coming around the counter

“Sureee sure” I said laughing

Matt and I had gone to my room slipping on our pajamas and laying in the bed. He was scrolling on TikTok while I was reading a book….

My mind couldn’t get off of the topic of sex. I mean I wanted to know what Matt thought and how he felt. I hadn’t realized I was shaking my leg till Matt grabbed my knee

“What’s wrong?” He asked laughing

“Huh? Nothings wrong” I said looking up from my book

“Something is wrong, you only shake your leg when you’re anxious” he replied

“I’m not anxious just thinking” I said shutting my book and placing it on the nightstand

“About??” He asked shutting his phone off and placing it on the other nightstand

“Just the movie” I said avoiding eye contact

“A 90s movie got you anxious?” He said laughing

“What? No” I said rolling my eyes

“It’s just I was thinking about sex and how we never really talk about it” I said looking at him

“I’m an open book what do you want to talk about” he asked me

“Well, have you ever thought of sex with me?” I asked shyly

“I have usually when I’m daydreaming in the shower or at night” he said giggling

“Matttt” I said laughing

“I’m sure you’ve thought of me” he said winking

Immediately my heart started racing and my cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure how he was so confident right now because I was shitting bricks.

I’ve spent many nights over the course of our relationship fantasizing about Matt and what he’d be like in bed. Picturing his sweaty body panting over me as he moaned out my name….. or maybe now…. whimpering since he’s inexperienced

“I have” I said looking down

“And what have you thought about?” He asked

“I’m not telling you that” I said looking at him

“I’ll go first then. I just think about you laying underneath me, moaning and sweating. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes screwed shut and your hair a mess” he said with hooded eyes

“Matt….you can’t say stuff like that and expect me not to have a reaction” I said shaking my head

“I’m just being honest” he said

“What if….what if we have sex right now” I said fiddling with my hands

“Right now?” He asked shocked

“I mean might as well” I said shrugging my shoulders

“I’ve never done this so I can't promise I’ll be any good or that I’ll last long” he said scratching the back of his neck

“Well that’s all right, for right now it’s the experience” I said

“Okay…yeah….yeah” he said

“Well uhh you start it” I said sitting there

“Start it?” He said laughing

“I don’t know you make the first move” I said getting awkward

He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. His right hand caressing my cheek as we slowly began to make out. His lips moved down to my neck leaving sloppy kisses.

I grabbed his right hand and removed it from my face placing it on my boob. He firmly grabbed my breast, massaging and kneading as I moaned into the kiss

He got up and removed his shirt sitting on his heels, so I did the same. I sat on my heels in front of him and removed my shirt.

We were chest to chest and bare staring at one another. My hand caressed his jawline as it slowly ran down his neck and to his collarbone.

Leaning forward I placed a kiss on each side of his collarbone earning a sharp inhale from him. My hands run down his shoulders to his arms, and back up. Raking my nails up his arm and down his chest lightly. Goosebumps rising on his skin

I connected our lips in a heated kiss and slowly moved my lips down to his neck. Peppering kisses along the sensitive skin. Running my hands through his hair

“I love you Matt” I said looking into his eyes

“I love you too Y/N” he said looking at my face

He kissed down my neck and to my collarbone area trailing kisses from my shoulders to my collarbones. His lips meet near the valley of my breasts.

“You look so perfect like this, the necklace dazzling in the light while you’re bare in front of me….like a goddess” he whispered ghosting his fingers over the necklace

“God Matt you have such a way with words” I whispered back and my chest rose and fell rapidly

He kissed the soft tissue of my breasts before moving his lips down and licking my nipples.

“Oh my god” I gasped out

Licking, sucking and swerving his tongue as he looked up at me.

“How do you know how to do this?” I asked biting my bottom lip

“I’ve done my research” he replied with a smirk

He always words things so weirdly I thought to myself

He came back up snaking his right hand to the back of my head before crashing our lips together once more. Our tongues fighting for dominance as our teeth clashed together

Matt leaned me back on my pillows as he slid my pajama bottoms off.

“I’m new to this so I need you to tell me what you like” he said looking at me

I nodded my head and he slid his hand from my knee to my clothed pussy. Running his thumb over my soaked underwear.

“MATT” I gasped out as my thighs shut around his arm

“So you like that” he said smiling

“Yes” I whispered

Matt hooked his hands in my underwear and helped me slide out of them. My arousal basically soaked through them.

He brought his hand back down as he used his middle and ring finger to slide my arousal around from my clit to my entrance causing me to gasp

“Holy shit Matt” I moaned out looking down at him

“Have you ever fingered yourself before?” He asked

“I have, but your fingers are longer and thicker” I said licking my lips

“This might hurt” he said in a whisper and I nodded

He rubbed my clit with his thumb before inserting his middle finger into me. Gasping loudly at the new burning stretch

“Am I hurting you?” He asked looking at me

“No” I said as my brows furrowed and my eyes shut

Matt slowly pumped his finger in and out of me, if I wasn’t so turned on right now the sound of my arousal would have me embarrassed.

As his finger slid in and out I became more and more wet. Matt slid his ring finger in and I gripped the sheets harder.

“Oh my god” I moaned out

He rubbed my clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

“Matt matt matt please I need more” I moaned out looking at him

“Okay baby” he said rubbing my thigh with his left hand

He removed his fingers from me and I whimpered at the loss of contact. I propped myself up on my elbows.

Matt removed his pajama bottoms and his boxers, and my

Mouth dropped at the sight. After a year and a half I’m just now finding out that Matt is hung??

“Woah?” I said looking up at him

“What?” He said scared

“Matt your dick is huge” I said laughing and covering my mouth

“Alright enough” he said blushing and rolling his eyes

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” I said shaking my head

Matt put his fingers in his mouth to collect spit and spread it along his dick. My pussy clenching at the site of that.

“Do you always use spit?” I randomly blurted out

“Uhh no usually lotion, but spit gets the job done” he said looking at me

“Carry on then” I said winking at him

He slowly spread the spit on his cock, stroking his dick effortlessly while looking down at me.

“Like I said I might not last a long time, so in advance I’m sorry” he said looking down

“Matt it’s alright plus now that I know your fingers make me shudder I’m good” I said smiling at him

“Right” he said chuckling

Matt leaned forward in between my legs slowly hiking them up. He was a bit shaky but I began to place my hands on his back as he lined himself up with my entrance

“God I’m so nervous” he blurted out

“Matt just do it” I said laughing

“Sorry I’m sorry you make me nervous” he said looking at me

“I know when you’re all alone in your room you’re a little slut, so just do it” I said laughing

“Fine fine” he said laughing a bit

Slowly he slid into me, my nails gripping onto him as my eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck Matt” I winced out

“Too much” he asked looking at me

“It hurts but I’ll be okay just keep going” I said looking at him

Matt connected our lips as he pushed the rest of himself into me. Both gasping at the feeling as we locked eyes.

“You can move” I said to him

He nodded his head and slowly rocked back and forth into me. His breathing already getting shaky as his hips moved faster

“Fuck Y/N” he moaned out as his mouth fell open

“Matt you feel so good” I moaned out pulling him as close as humanly possible

Matt was panting in my ear as his hips snapped into me causing my nails to rake up and down his back.

Matt’s lips moving down my chest as he peppered kissed across my breast as his hips snapped into me.

“Matt baby I’m so close already” I moaned out

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was craving sex for so long, or if it was because Matt’s dick curved perfectly or if it was because Matt fucked good….but all I know is I was about to cum so hard I just needed a little push

I brought my right hand up to Matt’s mouth

“Suck please” I said in a moan

Matt’s mouth opened his mouth and he sucked on my middle and ring finger, swirling his tongue around them while he held eye contact with me…..like a slut…

I pulled my fingers from his mouth and brought them down to my clit. Rubbing faster as he pounded into me.

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned out as I looked into Matt’s eyes

“I’m going to cum soon” Matt said in a moan as his jaw fell slack

“Me too” I said hitting my lip

I rubbed faster and soon enough I began to clench around Matt, my body shuttering. My thighs began to shake as I held eye contact with Matt

My orgasm crashed over me so powerfully. My mouth fell open as I rubbed faster while Matt pounded into me.

Coming down from my high as I breathe in and out heavily.

“Fuck Matt that felt so good” I moaned out as he slid out of me

He began to pump himself at a quick speed as his chest rose and fell rapidly.

“I’m going to cum” he said looking down at me

Suddenly his lower abdomen contracted and his jaw fell slack as he looked at me

“Oh my goddd” he moaned out as he painted my lower abdomen in his cum

Shutting his eyes and licking his lips as he came down from his high

Falling next to me and looking at me

“That was amazing” he said breathing heavily

“It was and I’m so grateful I did it with you” I said looking over at him

“I love you so much Y/N” he said leaning over and kissing me

“I love you too Matt” I said biting my bottom lip

“Lets go shower” he said sitting up

I got my bathtub running for a hot bubble bath, and Matt put the bed sheets to wash…

He joined me in the hot bubbles and we sat together talking about what just happened

“Can we do that again” I asked him

“Of course” he said kissing me

“I’m talking about now” I said smiling at him

“Now? We still have your birthday cake in the fridge” he said laughing

“The night is still young” I said

“You’re an animal” he said

“You created this….with that massive dick of yours” I said laughing

“Alright okay” he said covering his face and blushing

“I love teasing you” I said poking him

That night we had many many rounds, and no birthday cake….We washed the sheets for nothing….

The End

Whewww this one was long, andddd it was my last request AHHHH. I hope you enjoyed it🤭🤭. Love you guys tho🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-seven: car sex

>>> no one will read these anyway based off of the reception for nobara, but i wanted to give the ladies some love this time around &lt;3

>>> starring: maki zen'in x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: jealousy, homophobia w the zen'ins, making my own cannon, oral and fingering, car sex, semi-exhibitionism? i don't think so but just in case >>> wc: 1.8k >>> event masterlist:

formal events were the bane of her existence. she hated all the ritualistic steps of looking presentable for a clan celebration, of all things. maki has never been celebrated amongst her clan and she knows they won’t start anytime soon—so why did she have to show up and celebrate them? even worse, why did she have to drag her girlfriend to such an event? she knows half the elders will spend their time whispering about either her supposed powerlessness or her lesbianism, and the other half would be thinking about it all night long. she hated having to subject you to such nonsense, but her mother insisted–and she knew she’d never hear the end of it from her if she didn’t just suck it up and go. 

so here the two of you are, shoved into the zen’in family banquet hall in a tight fit. maki was absolutely uncomfortable, forced to mingle with people she can’t stand while trying to keep a possessive hold on you. despite the controversial relationship, she wouldn’t let it be lost on anyone. you weren’t here as a plus one or just a friend, you were here as maki’s partner and she wasn’t shy about it. they hate her already, she couldn’t give less of a fuck. her anger will make her the perfect protector too, she won’t allow them to say anything offbeat to you or their reckoning may come early. 

she also hated formal wear. it was impractical and stuffy, and she didn’t like being painted up to the nines, either. at least you looked amazing. you might be enough to make her rethink all her earlier opinions. seeing you tucked into a gorgeous kimono was definitely a lifeline to get her through the night—naobito’s birthday celebrations could perhaps pass harmlessly by with nothing more than the memories of how good you look. the silk highlights your body for days, tight around your chest and flowing down your legs. whereas maki feels completely out of place with rouge and lipstick on he skin, somehow it makes you look even more elegant and graceful. you’re flawless, evidence that maki is indeed good enough to deserve happiness. she keeps your hand in hers for the better part of the evening, fake smiling to some clan members while she keeps her scowl for others, you couldn’t quite find a rhyme or reason to her reactions. it isn’t until she’s pulled away by her sister that you’re able to understand. 

of course you were familiar with the atrocities of the zen’in, and it made you more than just a little uncomfortable to be surrounded by them, but with maki by your side, you knew that no harm would possibly come to you. but with her gone, well. now you’re left wide open. 

they don’t waste any time, a wall of zen’in has formed around you with various men bidding for your attention by offering you drinks and compliments, swearing that a zen’in man could give you a much better time than any woman—but especially one as weak and powerless as maki. their sentiment makes you snarl, but you don’t know how far maki is—meaning you don’t know how crude you can be with all these disgustingly vile creatures. 

“weak? naobito’s birthday or no—we can test that theory.” her sharp voice cuts through the cacophony of others. the men are quieted instantly, and you feel yourself smirk. they start rattling off excuses as to why there should be no fighting here tonight—but you hear the real reason: they’re afraid. 

maki has always been far more powerful than they deign to acknowledge. she’s a talented fighter, and you knew most of these old fuckers would be dead to rights if she really wanted to cause a scene. her presence is scary enough, brows set with a menacing look in her eye. she stares above their heads, making eye contact with you. 

“come. i think it’s time we left, dear.” she extends her hand for you to take, holding the stare of the disgusting old men that came to hit on her girlfriend the moment she stepped away. you skip forward to take her hand, almost giddy at her demeanor as she squeezes your palm in hers. you knew that she was pissed. she was mad when she woke up this morning and remembered this stupid fucking party was today, but now she’s irate. everything she thought would happen, did, and she didn’t feel like subjecting you to any more ogling eyes. she starts to drag you both towards the door, hoping that the hour and a half she had managed to occupy the same space as her family would please her mother enough. not that she quite cared anyway, hearing your little giggles of excitement told her that you knew exactly how she would remedy her bad mood. 

maki has a track record of jealousy, and you knew this time was no exception. this time may be the worst of them all, your girlfriend’s grip on your hand tightening as the driver brings the car around. her mind was racing with the harassments from the crowd, different cousins and uncles offering to show her girlfriend a good time after the party. tch, she didn’t have to wait. she would have you now, the windows of the car are tinted anyway. she opens the backseat of the spacious suv, jutting her chin out to the backseat. 

your feel your face heat up as you obey her, crawling into the back on your hands and knees. maki turns to give the chauffeur a tip, patting his knowing shoulder. she doesn’t much care if people know what she’s about to do to you in this car. in fact, she hopes rumors spread about it. the windows being tinted was all she cared about—no one would get to see her pretty little girlfriend’s faces of pleasure but her. she steps into the car after you and pulls the door closed behind her. she’s thankful for the air conditioning and radio humming lowly in the background, your noses pressed together for a brief moment as she adjusts your seat, pushing you back and ensuring she has enough space in the floorboard. 

you giggle a little, parting your thighs to give her room to sit between. she slinks between them easily, resting her hands on your knees as she peers over her lenses. you lick your lips in anticipation, seeing that anger in her eyes. 

“worked up, babe?” you tease just a little, resting your hand on her head. she raises a brow at you, quietly warning you to watch your attitude. you grin a little, knowing you could push her to her limits after the night that you’ve had—but you’d be the one to reap the consequences. so you lean back against the seat a bit, easing your cunt closer. she looks down at your middle at the movement, but she nods. 

“yeah. i’m a bit worked up.” she groans, bunching your silken skirt up by your thighs. her mouth salivates the closer she leans to the apex of your thighs. she catches your scent, grinning at the arousal already leaking down your legs. “they’re all just dying for a chance at you, hm?” 

you roll your eyes with a satisfied little grin, shaking your head at her. you pull your skirt up some more for her, but you know not to worry about anything further or you’ll further irritate your already ticked off and overzealous girlfriend. “just too scared of you to come around.” you decide to stroke her ego instead. 

she scoffs a little, amusement sparkling in the vast darkness of her emerald eyes. her fingers stroke over the center of your panties, and she hums approvingly at the dampness she can feel beneath. her lips tilt into a smirk, “and you like that?” 

“i love that.” you purr, scratching her scalp a little bit. she smiles softly and pushes the flimsy fabric keeping your cunt from her to the side. she gives you a breathy chuckle, watching the strings of your arousal stick to your panties as she peels them away, she’s enamored. 

“and i love that sloppy pussy, pretty girl.” she whispers, letting her fingers spread your lips apart. you take your lip in between your teeth in anticipation. she lets her slender thumb drag figure eights along your clit, face focused on your hardening tits and shifting face. you’ve always been so sensitive, it’s one of maki’s favorite things about you—how you jerk into her hand as she’s barely touched you, little moans coming from your pursed lips as the sounds of tires squealing outside overtake the music in the car. maki grins—you’re holding up the line, leaving the other zen’in’s no choice but to pull around maki’s signature suv. she chuckles a bit as she leans in, attaching her pink lips to yours, letting her fingers work their magic over your bundle. 

your body drowns in warmth, looking down at your sexy and strong girlfriend giving you head never got old. she always knew how to get you going, possessively shoving you in the back of her car was on the list. you grip at her hair as the pressure from her fingers intensifies, tongue slipping past your lips and straight into the hole—and she moans at the taste of you. your head rolls against the rest behind you, hands weaved into green locks in an effort to grind yourself down on her tongue inside you without moving her fingers. one of her hands pushes your thigh away, keeping you from breaking yet another pair of her glasses. 

she works in perfect time, knowing exactly how to send you over the edge without much work at all. she knows no man could tend to you so easily—making you cum like it was chewing gum or breathing. that’s why only she gets to wear the remnants on her face. you buck into her mouth, whines going high pitched. she taps your thigh, giving you express permission to cum on her face. 

you whimper, the affection in her eyes was enough to send you toppling over the edge. your hips shake, the dam breaking in your gut—your release covers your girlfriend’s tongue as she curls it inside, gathering all the taste of you that she could with a few animalistic moans as she sucks you clean. 

she pants a little as she pulls away from your cunt, tucking your panties back over the mess with a little smile of arrogance. “did that make you feel better, sweetheart?” she asks, pulling your skirt back down as she leans up toward your face. you bend down to meet her, she was still on her knees after all. 

you chuckle, giving her a soft kiss. “i meant to ask you that.” 

[bisexualiteaa]

Hi honey, I just discovered your Cooper fics today and oh my gods. They're incredible, I love the way you write him ❤️. I was wondering, if you're still taking requests that is (no pressure like), if you could do a sub! Cooper x reader? Preferably male!reader or with male genitalia, but fem is totally okay if you're not comfortable with that 😁. I just think Coop with a taller, more muscular partner is neat.

I'm thinking the reader was secretly married to Coop and Barb beforehand, but lost part of their memories after they became a ghoul and one of the best bounty hunters around, wearing a mask. And all they remember about Coop is how beautiful his eyes were (Walton Goggins has the most gorgeous eyes ever, I swear 😫) So the reader wants the head too and tags along with the gang, eventually getting closer to Cooper. During a fight, reader gets hurt and Coop comes over to help them, but reader is finally close enough to properly see his eyes and realises it's him. Coop takes off the mask, reader remembers, there's tears, kisses, and eventually super soft, subby sex.

So, really just really angsty, then fluffy when they find each other after 200 years. Reader taking care of our baby girl Coop, and him just accepting the love and being a pillow princess. Maybe a little overstim and edging if we're feeling spicy 😉.

I'm so sick for this man, it's unhealthy. Thanks again for your amazing work, love. I absolutely made my day better! (Sorry for how long this ask is 🙃).

It’s Been a Long, Long Time

Cooper Howard x Ghoul Fem Reader (angst-fluff!)

CW: pre-ghoul Cooper, established relationship, reader and Cooper were married and had a child together, character death, cursing, angst!! But don’t worry, it’s a happy ending, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviation from the TV series

AN: not me posting this at 3am before I leave for a trip for the weekend, I feel like I’ve depraved y’all! 😂 I wanted to post this to give y’all some good Cooper Content ™️ before I go on a three day hiatus for vacation! 🥺 Thank you all to the people who have submitted asks, I promise I am still working on them/towards getting to them! ❤️ In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this one! @kinatanhi I hope I did your request justice! I know it’s a little tweaked from what you sent in and forgive me, I wrote this literally an hour ago at 2am because it finally came to me what I wanted to write, but seeing as it was written at 2am, y’all please forgive me if it isn’t my best work, I tried my best lol. 😭❤️

You smiled happily as you danced with your husband in your shared, quaint little kitchen, his hands coming to rest at your waist as they always did, and your arms looped around his neck. You were thankful that the producers on set of his movie, as well as his agent, allowed him to come home early in order to celebrate your birthday with you. You stood smiling up at him as you two danced- well, more like swayed, to the slow music playing from the radio. You lay your head against his chest, smiling as your eyes set on the gorgeous flowers that were lying on the kitchen counter that he brought home just for you. You smiled up at him when you caught him staring down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his gaze. “What’s that look for, hmm?” You asked with a playful smile, making him chuckle and flash that gorgeous smile of his that you loved so much, almost as much as his eyes that you swore you could be lost in forever. “Nothin’, just that I’m lucky enough to have married the most beautiful woman on this earth” he said, making you hum appreciatively at his cute answer. “Oh stop it, you charmer you” you replied, making him scoff in fake offense, making you giggle at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know I don’t go throwin’ that ‘round willy-nilly, little lady” he assured, making you smile wider at him as you laughed. “I know, I’m a lucky woman to call you my husband” you replied sweetly, getting up on your tip toes to kiss him as you looped your arms around his neck once more.

Those were better days, days when things were so simple, times where all you had to worry about was nothing more than how long the pie was in the oven, or how your baby was doing. It was a pleasant memory, one you’d never forget as the last time you’d seen your husband since the war. That night flooded your memories each time you’d lay down to close your sunken in eyes, they were the only thing about you now that remained as human as they were back before you became a ghoul. You swore to yourself that you’d find him one day, swore that you would kill the bastards that started all this, that took your baby girl away from you before she had a chance at a good life and separated you from your husband. You prayed each and every night that he was still out there, still alive somewhere, roaming the wastelands like you were. You knew it was doubtful at best, maybe it was better if he wasn’t alive to live through the shit you have, to see the way you look, but one could only hope for the better things. You no longer looked the same way you used to back then. Your soft, nearly perfect skin was now marred and leathery, your teeth yellowed from radiation exposure, poor diet and lack of ability to actually care for them, and your nose was now missing completely from your face, a deep hole sitting where the cartilaginous appendage once did. You wondered if he would even love you still in this state, if he’d even recognize you. You couldn’t blame him if he didn’t, you weren’t that same woman anymore physically or emotionally. Anger and vengeance had a hold on your heart like a vice death grip, you were kind to those who deserved it sure, but to those who crossed you? Those who hurt you? Let’s just say there’s a reason you’re a feared bounty hunter out here in the wastelands and not in a vault somewhere.

You were walking into Filly one late morning, coming to pay a visit with Ma June to see if there was anything she needed, any bounty she may have had for you for some extra caps. Your supply of chems to keep you from going feral was running low, you were down to your last bottle in your inhaler, and in desperate need of more. As you strode into town, you pulled your bandana up over your nose, effectively covering your face below your eyes, your large hat casting a shadow on the rest. You weaved your way through the vendors as they were trying to shove goods at you and anyone who was behind or around you. As you waded though, your ears caught the sound of a deep, southern accent that sounded awfully familiar to you. “I ain’t interested unless you got RadAway” he spoke harshly to the vendor haggling him, and you had to do a double take. He sounded just like your husband. You turned in the hopes to place a body to the voice but by the time you could, he was already lost into the crowd, impossible to find amongst the sea of people now that he wasn’t speaking to anyone anymore.

You huffed to yourself, wondering if maybe you were just hearing things, or maybe you were just plain out delusional at this rate. It wouldn’t shock you, between the years of radiation exposure, radiation sickness, and everything in between, you wouldn’t be shocked to find out you’d gone mad. However you wanted ever so badly for it to have been him that was speaking. To run up to him, arms outstretched, tears down your face but a happy smile as you called his name. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t even find the man attached to the voice anymore so why make a fool and draw attention to yourself. No one took kindly to ghouls. So with a heavy heart, you pushed on, making it to the doorstep of Ma June’s shop when you heard him again. “50 caps? That’s just plain ridiculous. 30, take it or leave it” he bartered, making you turn around again, only this time you caught him. You spotted a man that was tall, around the same height as your husband, clad in a wild western style cowboy outfit. You thought it was familiar, from the hat all the way down to the boots, it reminded you of him but a lot of people out here in the wastes wore Wild West themed clothes, deeming themselves cowboys and cowgirls of the wild wastelands. You wished he would turn around, you needed to see his face, hell just his eyes would be enough to sate the curiosity that was eating away at you. You’d forever recognize those eyes, they were so unique, so him. So beneath the shade you stood, observing him from a distance to be safe. That was until Ma June saw you standing there through the window of her shop, and she had a job for you that was important so she couldn’t wait for you to be done with whatever it was your were doing before she drug you inside. “What are you standin’ around out here for? I got a job for you!” She exclaimed, grabbing you and pulling you inside right as the man turned to walk away. You groaned in frustration as your only chance at an answer was stolen from you, but little did you know that your commotion made him stop to watch curiously as you went inside. Something about that dress you were wearing looked awful familiar to him but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, so he just kept walking.

As the next couple of days passed by, the curiosity was absolutely eating away at your mind. You wondered if you were on the brink of going feral with how your thoughts were screaming that it could have been him. You wished she would have waited until you could have gotten a better look at him than just his back and his clothes, though they felt familiar, akin to something he would have worn on the set to his movies, you just couldn’t be sure. So you continued on, traveling with a random person’s head in your bag, wrapped up in an old T-shirt that was soaked through with blood now as you were on your way back from your bounty for Ma June. It was a particularly hot day outside, one of those days where no matter how much water drank, you just couldn’t keep the heat away or the dehydration at bay. So as you sucked down the last of your water in your canteen, you did your best to stave off the coughing fit that was bubbling in the back of your throat like a horrible itch you just could never scratch. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t enough, and seeing as you hit your inhaler for the last of your supply yesterday, you were shit out of luck. Damn it, you were so close too, you felt it. You couldn’t go like this, not without finding him, not without avenging your child and going after those Vault-Tec bastards that stole her and your husband from you. “Damn it!” You choked out as you clutched your chest, your coughing fit sending you to your knees in the sand where you laid in the hopes that it would let up sometime soon and you could continue moving. This couldn’t be the end for you, it just couldn’t be. You wouldn’t let it.

As you laid there, throat burning as you were hacking up your lungs, you saw a figure walking along the horizon in the distance. You wondered if maybe this was what they spoke of when people said their loved ones come and take them away right before they pass, or maybe it was just another hallucination, all you knew is that they were coming closer and closer to you. You reached for your gun with all the strength you could offer through your coughing fit and weakened state, unsure of whether they were a raider or someone with just plain ill intention. As they drew closer, you looked up to see another ghoul stabbing before you, his cowboy hat casting a slight shade over his face but even through the tears in your vision you could see his eyes. They were gorgeous, they looked just like how you remember your husband’s looked the last time you had a chance to look into them, making you look him over but it was so hard to tell. He was a man who had succumbed to the same fate you did, leathery skin, no nose, ruined ears, but his eyes…god they were so familiar. You saw him cock his head while looking at you, investigating your features, you could tell there was something about you that he was intrigued with.

“I feel your pain there, sister” he said, that southern drawl coming out sounding just like him, and god how it made your heart ache. He bent down to see you better, taking a better look at you. “I’ll be damned if somethin’ ‘bout you ain’t familiar though” he said, making you look up at him, and in that moment as he looked into your eyes, he could have sworn it was you, his long lost wife. He held hope it his heart, but it was a cruel world out here, he couldn’t be sure. “Your eyes, they look a lot like my wife’s did” he said, and you took that as your chance to see if it was really him. “C-Coo…per…?” You rasped out the best you could, needing to know if it was really him, needing to know if he was alive or if you were just going crazy. His eyes went wide for a moment before reaching for his gun, making your heart jump in your chest with anxiety. “How do you know my name?” He asked coldly, his eyes looking angrily upon you and it made your heart wrench in your chest but beat fast all the same to know it was him. “Tell me! How do you know my name?” He said angrily, making you raise your hands up to show you weren’t dangerous, you cursed your inability to speak properly or else you’d have answered his question already. “Be..cause…we were…Mar…ried” you rasped out once more, showing him your wedding ring that he bought you that rested on your ring finger, making him soften up for just a moment. “After two hundred years… could it really be?” he asked softly to himself in disbelief, but once again, he reminded himself that this world was a cruel place where people stoop to things lower than they ever did before. To him, you could have been anyone, maybe no more than a random stranger who pick pocketed that precious ring off of his wife, a total stranger playing as his beloved to get to his weakness. He pointed his gun at you once more, making tears come to your eyes even more now, had you said something wrong? Why was he mad at you? You hadn’t left on bad terms last you remember, but then again it’s hard to remember as far back as two centuries. “How do I know, huh?” He asked aggressively, and you figured it was a valid worry, you knew how awful this world was now, you couldn’t blame him for needing the reassurance. He needed to be sure it was truly you. “How do I know it’s really you?” He asked, waiting for you to stop coughing long enough to give him an answer. “What’s…that look…for?” You asked, something you always asked him when he stared at you in awe, or when he looked at you right before you two went to bed, it was like your signature phrase. You weakly removed the bandana covering your face, trying your best to show him any bit of your features left that you could use to show him it was really you. “It’s me…Coop. Y/N…” you rasped as saliva began to well in your mouth at the sight of him, slowly losing control over yourself as time passed. He’d never dropped his gun so fast, or fell to his knees so quick in his entire life than in that moment, the only other time was the moment he found out you were pregnant with his child, dropping to his knees to kiss your belly and place his hands on it excitedly. “Oh my god…Y/N” he said in utter shock and disbelief that you were here, you were alive. You were a ghoul now which hurt him to know you suffered the same pain as him, but you were alive and that’s what mattered most to him, finally having found you after all the years spent hoping you were still alive out here.

“Here baby, here, hold on. I gotchya” he said, quickly grabbing his inhaler with a vial of the chems you’d run out of last night, never needing it more than in this moment to keep you from turning feral on him. He pressed it to your lips, pushing the plunger on it to get the chems in your system. You inhaled it like a breath of fresh cool air, sending you coughing once more but that itch was slowly fading away, you could breathe again. You looked up at him as you laid there weakly, your head in his lap. “My hero” you said weakly, trying to be funny but he was too caught up in looking into your eyes, getting himself to believe what was right in front of him. “Two centuries I’ve spent looking for you…” you said, your eyes scanning him and his features to assure yourself too that this was real, that he really was sitting here before you, alive and well. Or as well as one could be as a ghoul in the wastelands. You smiled as you teared up, seeing the tears in his eyes as he looked down at you, pulling you up and into a hug. “Oh god…I can’t believe you’re alive” he said, hugging you tight and you did the same, burying your face into his shoulder. “I could say the same to you. I always knew you were stubborn, too stubborn to go out the way the rest of the world did” you said, making him chuckle as stray tears ran down your marred cheeks. “I’ve been dreaming of this day…dreaming of the day I’d get to see you and B/N again…” he said, making you grip his duster as the tears flooded down your face even more when he said your baby girl’s name. “Cooper…” you said, making him pull away from you but you weren’t far, he made sure of it. “She…she didn’t make it, honey…I’m so sorry. I tried everything, believe me I did, but it was too late…” you said, making his heart absolutely break in his chest knowing his baby was gone and that he would never have the chance to see her again.

“What was she like? She was so young when it all happened” He asked, holding your hands in his as you two shared in this moment together. You smiled as your hand cupped his cheek softly, your thumb rubbing along his skin that shared the same texture as your own. “Just like her daddy. She had your gorgeous eyes, your beautiful smile and that same stubborn attitude” you said through a laugh, making him chuckle with you as his hand came to hold the back of yours as it touched him. He missed your loving touch, and that beautiful smile that he swore could light up even the darkest rooms. He could hardly believe that you’d still even touch or speak to him now, with the way he looked. He knew you likely held a sympathy for it, knowing all too well yourself what it was like but the fact that you weren’t scared or hateful like others were towards him for it. “She was smart, funny, kind…she was daddy’s baby girl. You’d have loved that about her. It was like a little slice of you was there in her, keeping me going. She gave me hope when it felt like there wasn’t any left in this world to hold onto” you said, seeing a few stray tears stream down his cheeks as you spoke of her. His stomach was in knots, his heart filled with anger and pain to know the wastelands claimed one of his own. “I wish I coulda been there, for both of you. Maybe she’d be here if I was” he said somberly, guilt lacing his tone as he leaned his forehead against yours, not caring if your hats would come off. He needed this, he needed you. “Hey, don’t blame yourself for what happened, you had nothing to do with it. It’s those vile people at Vault-Tec who did this. They took our baby, not you. Don’t you ever think this is your fault” you assured him, holding him close to you as he expressed the most emotion he’s felt in nigh on two centuries.

“We made it pretty good all things considered, held our own well for ten years. I taught her how to use a gun when she turned eight to keep her safe should anything happen to me, did everything in my power to keep her safe, fed and hydrated even on the hard days where supplies were sparse” you explained. “The radiation just became too much for her little body to handle. She was ten years old, I could hardly believe it. It was like I woke up one day and she wasn’t a baby anymore, our little girl had just grown up so fast” you said, remembering those days as tears clouded your vision, streaming down your cheeks like small rivers, watching the droplets fall into the sand beneath you. “I’m sorry Cooper, I’m so sorry…” you apologized, making him hold you tight and hush you as you did. “I shoulda been better…if I was better maybe she’d still be here now” you said, taking the blame for something you knew you had no control over, but it left you guilty all the same. “Shh, don’t go thinkin’ like that. I’d say from the sounds of it, ya did a damn fine job managin’ that long out in this shit hole just the two of you. You always were a great mom, and an equally great wife” he said, making you sniffle as you smiled at him at that reassurance. “I did all I could, there was hell to pay for anyone who stood in my way, that’s for sure” you said, making him chuckle because that was exactly how you were before the war too. You always wanted what was best for your family, and you were willing to go great lengths to keep your husband and child happy. “I know you said you been lookin’ for me for a long time…but I ain’t the same man I was back then” he started. “But I got a feelin’ you ain’t exactly the same woman anymore either, so maybe we can still work this out, you and me” he said, making you chuckle. “No, I’m not. And if that means you don’t love me anymore I-“ you spoke but you were cut off by the feel of his lips against your own. They were thinner now, dry and marred by radiation just like yours were, but you could still feel the passion behind it, the love in it. No amount of radiation could ever take that away. “You lettin’ all the radiation get to that brain of yours? Of course I still love you. I lost ya once, I ain’t losin’ you again, that’s for damn sure” he said, making you laugh as more tears fell, only these ones were happier ones now. You squeezed his hand that was in your own as your heart raced in your chest. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear, Coop” you replied, kissing him once more with all the passion two hundred years of separation could hold behind it. “I love you, and I’ve missed you so damn much” you said, pressing your foreheads together once more as you fought the tears that began to turn into a sob. “I love you too darlin’, missed you like crazy. The world ain’t been the same without you” he said, making you sniffle as you felt the same way. “And if you’ll still have me, I’d like to make that a world of the past” he added, making you chuckle tearfully. “Of course I will” you said, allowing his heart to rest assured that you were still his girl, making him smile as he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing along your cheek to wipe away your tears.

You smiled back up at him, your hand coming to the back of his as you remembered the moment from your birthday again all those years ago, slow dancing in the kitchen with him. “What’s that look for, hmm?”You asked, just like you did that day, making him grin as he thought of the right words to say. “Nothin’ just that I’m lucky enough to have married the most beautiful person on this earth” he replied, making you chuckle. It was just what you’d been needing to hear all this time. “And how lucky I am to have her back in my arms where she belongs” he added, making you giggle before kissing you once more. Desert be damned, Cooper had his wife back after so long spent searching for her, and he was going to make damn sure she knew how much he missed her all these years.

[sofs16]

let you break my heart again — 6

note. i messed up the timeline last chapter, so you can skim it over because stuff changed 😊

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october 9, 2018

october 10

“charlie! charles!” yn ran, bag in clutch and drink still in hand when she saw charles making his way out of the event they were both invited to. he turned around, smiling at the familiar voice, albeit clearly not sober.

“y/n/n!” he smiled at her taking a quick sip at her drink “i thought about it and i do want to go to that harry potter exhibition. honestly, i was going to go by myself until you asked, the dates just didn’t line up. are you free on your birthday? — silly question i’m so-”

“i am free for you” he interrupted, smiling softly “nice… yeah! okay! i’ll buy the tickets and-“ “no, do not worry about that. i will arrange everything” she shrugged and took a sip of the drink “…and all you need to do is look pretty and bring your harry potter knowledge, which you do everyday” she choked on her drink and laughed “why are you all so confident flirting now, charlie?” charles knew she was definitely drunk by the way she was swaying and using her old nickname for him.

“I thought I made my intentions clear with the flowers, mon coeur” charles raised his eyebrow “it takes more than flowers to win me over” she whispered with a smile and walked away

“night, charles!” she greeted, leaving the glass at a table near by “night, y/n/n” he smiled, shaking his head; oh he was going to do more than flowers.

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yn.yln Lando…you will be a pain in the ass to your PR manager😭

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⤷ yn.yln I’ll see you on the grid next season, Lando.

f1 😂

october 14, 2018

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user16 charles thirst trappingish after that Lando post and comment section😭😭😭

october 15, 2018

october 16

charles knocked on your door, flowers in hand, with a smile on his face. you opened the door, struggling putting your necklace on. “charles! you’re early! you can come in” “i got too excited and got here early” he smiled shyly and scratched the back of his neck. “are those for me?” you eyed the flowers.

“Oh, yes!” He hands it over to you and you smell it for a second, your favorites. With the flowers out of the way, Charles could properly see you. He couldn’t take his gaze away from you. He admired you as you put the flowers in some water and grabbed a small bag from your luggage. “Happy birthday, Charles” you handed the bag to him and he looked at it “Can I open it now?” “Of course”

He took out a tiny box that had a custom Ferrari charm inside. “I noticed you still had the silver bracelet I gave you before, might want to add this charm since you’re Ferrari now” you shrugged and sat on the bed to put on your shoes.

“i- I love it so much” he smiled at you, taking a seat beside you. He hooked it in the bracelet and looked at the little details. 5 years ago you had given him this bracelet, saying he could add charms if he’d like. Over the years, he’d added little bead charms that didn’t dangle so he could always wear it without violating the racing dress code or it interfering with his driving.

You two set off to the Harry Potter museum which was roughly 30 minutes away from the main city. You looked out the window while Charles drove with light music playing. “I’m sorry” he said randomly. It had been 10 minuted into the drive when he spoke. “For?” You turned to him “I should have paid more attention to you before. I was caught up with all those girls and… I lost sight of you” your heart clenched. You couldn’t do this again.

the apology you had waited years for was finally here, yet it didn’t fill the hole you thought it would. “Mhm” you bit your lip and stared out the window again “I realized it too late. It is embarrassing to say but I only realized it when you left; when I got that letter” he turned to you and you licked your lips before facing him “So what are you implying?”

“Actions speak louder than words, so I am going to show you how important you are in my life. I am just thankful we are in the same field and I hope you give me a second chance. Like I said the last time we saw each other, I plan to do more than flowers” you hummed while looking at him “What do you think, cherié?” That damn nickname again.

“ I really want it to work with us, because I missed you truly. But it’s also been five years, we aren’t the same people we were then, and I think you hurt me too much” you told him honestly, words racking his head. “Yes, we are not the same as five years ago. Because this time I am wiser to not let you go.”

There wasn’t much to say about your Harry Potter trip. You and Charles both freaked out like geeks as you saw everything. Unbeknownst to you, he was taking photos of you the whole time while enjoying as well. He bought you both a cloak beforehand and you truly felt like you were in your little Harry Potter bubble, with him.

The drive back was less awkward, full of laughs. It was around 6pm the time you both made it back to the city. you and charles had dinner as he suggested. dinner was full of lingering looks as you ate your ramen, fully demolishing the plate after hours of jumping up and down with excitement.

after that you both took a walk, spotting a photo booth that he dragged you into. they used to be something you loved with Charles, taking the silliest of photos. you both smiled walking out and bringing charles to a little cafe. you bought him a cupcake and a candle wishing him a happy birthday.

he could have well partied tonight. he could have been surrounded by hundreds of people to celebrate with him tonight lavishly, yet he was here with you. he was here: sitting in a tiny cafe with a tiny cupcake with you, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

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f1gossip F1 Presenter Yn Yln seen out with Charles Leclerc in Tokyo today, his birthday! view all 839 comments

user77 ship. october 16, 2018

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📍 japan, harry potter studio

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yn.yln harry ‘the chosen one’ pottah vs charles ‘il predestinato’ leclerc⚡️

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charles_leclerc Thank you for today, yn.yln 😊❤️

⤷ yn.yln anytime birthday boy:) LETS GO USA 🦅

october 16, 2018

༘˚⋆𐙚 yn.yln posted an instagram story

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charles_leclerc merci, cherié 🩷 only wanted to spend today with you yn.yln Ofc, Charles! See you this weekend :) 💌

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charles_leclerc 21 today with the only person I want to spend the day with:) Thanks for the treat yn.yln, you next! view all 201,583 comments

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yn.yln Happiest birthday, Charles! 🤍

user72 HOLD THE DOOR. CHARLES UNARCHIVED ALL HIS BIRTHDAY GREETINGS FOR YN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 5 POSTS FOR HER 😭😭😭😭

user92 WHOEVER DOESN’T SHIP THEM IS LYING

user16 wait why is that pic like old since kids? They go that back? ⤷ user72 oh girl u don’t know? they were childhood sweethearts ish. yn was IN LOVE with him for years but he just had random girlfriends and she left for college

⤷ user16 second chance love 😍

user100 “only person i want to spend the day with” ahhahahahahaahahhaahahahahahaha. Haha.

october 16, 2018

[thistlecatfics]

Thistlecat Summer Fic Recs

After a bit of a fic reading drought (and some binge purchasing books), I've been finally getting back into reading fic. Here are some I've been enjoying this summer.

Wolfstar:

Come Healing by BrujaBanter (46k, E, wolfstar)

They'd never quite intended for kink to be anything more than fun. Then, Sirius went to Azkaban. He comes out a different man, and Remus wonders if they might just use kink for some other purposes as well. In the process, he does some healing of his own. OR The ways of breaking, reuniting, and healing through sex.

It's a kink porn with lots of plot fic! I'm normally so picky about Dom Remus/sub Sirius fics because they tend to go with a fanon characterization that doesn't work for me but this one *absolutely* works for me. Canon divergent with a happy ending <3

your heart is heavy and red by moon_seas (1k, E, wolfstar)

Sirius has Remus on his back moaning beneath him and it’s almost enough, almost.

Not much to say about this one except it's super hot wolfstar (c)nc and if that description interests you then you'll be into this delicious little fic.

hold you, enfold you by iamsiriuslyriddikulus (9k, E, lesbian wolfstar)

“Remus,” the woman says. “Nice to meet you… ?” It’s a nice name, Remus—one that suits her. Sirius nods and belatedly realizes she has to answer. “Sirius.” She holds Remus’s gaze with a feral intensity, hoping something in her recognizes that they are the same. - - - OR: On a summer day in the South in 2001, Sirius Black went on a campus tour of the conservative college she would attend in the fall, expecting to be bored out of her mind. No one told her the tour guide was going to be hot—brown curls and snake bites and freckles and visibly queer. She stood out against the manicured hedges, a sharp contrast to the traditional values of everyone around Sirius. What followed was one long day of sticky summer heat and a house party that changed the course of her life. Poor Evan never stood a chance.

@fvckyouimaprophet sets such an incredible immersive scene of an elite southern university and utterly sucks you in. This fic swept me up into that heady feeling of being a baby gay in queer spaces for the first time. It's like the time of your life you feel most yourself (can I show the real me??) and most conscious of your performance at the same time (I need to pretend I know what I'm doing!). Plus, lesbian Sirius is everything to me <3

Other marauders era characters/ships:

A Slow and Stopping Curve by aegle (16k, M, remadora)

Concerning Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Set during Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince.

Gorgeous canon-compliant Remus/Tonks.

i hope this comes back to haunt you by humanveil (29k, M, gen)

Severus Snape, from first curse to first kill. Or: The making of a Death Eater.

It's been a while since I read something Snape-centric, and this is SO good and gives such a clear through line on his character. His relationship with his mother is incredible in particular.

the tiger's lady by basketofnovas (slashmarks) (5k, T, bellamort)

In early 1974, one of Bellatrix's sisters is getting married, the other is pregnant, and Bellatrix is occupied with making sure the war escalates as planned. But a story from the Dark Lord reminds her of other concerns.

I always love @slashmarks's Bellatrix, and the portrayal of the mix of intense magical devotion and mundane domestic violence that is the bellamort relationship is particularly sharp and arresting.

Drarry & Drarry adjacent:

Way to go, Tiger by houndsinheaven (2k, G, Draco & Scorpius (& Harry))

Scorpius Malfoy's seventh birthday.

I'm not normally one for kidfic but my goodness I cried. Good dad Draco.

Closing Time by Anonymous for MaesterChill (18k, E, drarry)

Draco’s been invited to Neville’s stag party in Bristol, and he's confident he knows what to expect. There’ll be too many Gryffindors, for starters, plus a few humiliating team-building activities, some dodgy clubs, and a truly preposterous level of alcohol consumption. But… a drunken Harry Potter climbing into Draco's bed when he’s having a wank? No, he definitely didn't see that coming…

(For HD wireless, not yet revealed) This fic is so much fun! This feels quintessentially drarry to me - they all feel so young and human. For whatever reason I need all of my drarry fics to have someone to have a complicated relationship with alcohol, and this delivers!

If you have similar reading tastes and want more of my recs, check out my bookmarks and collections on ao3 <3

[gavisuntiedboot]

OMG WE'RE BDAY TWINS

Going to use this beautiful user's ask to upload a cute little birthday themed one shot! Happy birthday to you as well twin, and everyone else born during gemini szn <3 (so this is set as a summer birthday - apologizes to all my cold weather kids - pretend global warming took full effect and it's sunny on your birthday).

~*Boot Birthday Special*~

"Sir, I don't think that many candles will fit on one cupcake."

Gavi looked up from his phone and his eyes met with that of the poor teenager working behind the counter of the quaint little bakery in the plaza. It was a gorgeous day, the sun beaming down on the pale bricks and multicolored tile, painting the walls with sprinkles of gold. You were currently out with your friends, glasses of orange juice clinking the soundtrack of your early birthday brunch. Despite the day being about 11 hours away, Pablo's declaration that your birthday was his meant you needed to celebrate with everyone else at alternate times. So while you laughed and basked in light and friendship, Gavi stood at the front of a busy bakery using whatever geometry he possessed to see how many candles would look good on the delicate cupcake before him.

"I mean that's how old my girlfriend is turning. I can't just... change the number?" Pablo asked, nervous hands tugging on the hood covering his face despite the heat. A pink slip peaked out of his hoodie, the details of the real cake he had ordered for you written in scraggly blue ink. The girl at the counter, 15 at most, studied Gavi's features, trying to remember where she had seen these anxious features before. She glanced at the growing line, and turned back to Pablo's hoodie-shrouded form.

"Can I see what you ordered for her? On the full size cake?" She asked, smiling sweetly and extending her hand, gesturing for the form. Her eyes swept over her sister's messy handwriting, recognizing the request.

"This is one of our more vintage piped cakes. Very aesthetically pleasing. If this is something your girlfriend would like, then you should get one of these and put it in the middle of the cupcake. It seems like it would fit her vibe." Turning around, she lifted a large glass jar from the shelf behind her, filled with beautiful swirly candles in a variety of pastel colors. "That top one matches the color of the frosting." Pablo picked out the candle carefully, handing it to the girl to place in the bag. He thanked her profusely while she ran his credit card.

"I'm kind of nervous, if you can't tell. This is the first time I've celebrated a girl's birthday besides my sister so I want everything to look good." She laughed lightly back at him, returning the card. "Of course, happy to help. Can I ask for something, though?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Do you need a signature for the receipt?"

"Signature yes, receipt no. Could you sign one of our boxes and take a picture with it? We're pretty small and family-owned, and it would bring in a lot of business to the shop."

Gavi's eyebrows perked up. He had had this request before from friends of his such as his barber, but he never expected to get it from just a local cake shop. "Yeah, of course." After taking the picture in the back of the shop, the delicately picked up the pale yellow bag, bidding goodbye to the staff and telling them they would get to meet his girlfriend tomorrow when he picked up his cake. Getting into his car (yes ladies, he can drive now), he checked his messages, ignoring all of them except the one from princesa <3 xoxo, which was a picture of you in red lipstick and a sparkly tiara that read birthday girl in rhinestones. Smiling from ear to ear, he made his way home to wrap the rest of your presents and protect your cupcake from the rays of the Spanish sun.

~

"Pablo? I'm home!"

Your voice bounced off the ceramic on the walls, echoing down the hallway as you slipped off your heels. The plethora of paper gift bags were placed on the counter as you searched for your fireball of a boyfriend, who you heard before you saw.

"Bebe!'' A yell came, followed by thunderous footsteps from your bedroom to where you stood in the entryway, strong arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground in a tight hug. Giggling gently, your arms circled his neck and lips pressed to the top of his head, gentle kisses conveying how much you had missed him throughout the day.

"Enjoy going out with the girls?" He asked while returning you to earth.

"Oh, so much! They took me to this great spot that had the best pastries. That crème brulee concha was probably the best thing I've ever put in my mouth."

"Is it now? Well-"

"Ew Pablo shut up! I mean food." Giggles continued to shake your body as you pushed him away, failing as he kept you pressed against him. He pressed exaggerated kisses to your warming cheeks, the sound of your laughter swimming through his veins and causing him to float an inch above the ground.

"I missed you today, amor." You said, head rolling to one side to expose you neck to Pablo, allowing him more space to pepper gentle kisses along your skin.

"We were only apart for a couple hours." He replied, eyes fluttering shut as he breathed in your scent, a couple spritzes of Chanel mixed with that special something that only you possessed.

"I know, I know but when I was celebrating with everyone today, I couldn't help but think, 'damn, I wish Pablo was here.'" You turned around in his arms, pressing your forehead against his and looking deeply in those beautiful brown eyes.

"You're genuinely one of my best friends, and I just... always want to be this close to you. Wherever I go, I want you to come with me."

Pablo brought both of his hands to cup your face, pulling you closer to gently kiss your forehead, before gently kissing your lips. It was so innocent, almost like it was the first time the two of you had ever kissed. Like you were an angel who would ascend if he applied too much force.

"I'll always go where you go, princesa. Forever." A beat passed with the two of you just gazing at each other lovingly The digital clocked displayed that it was 11:02pm, and Gavi dragged you into your shared bedroom, giving you a pale blue shopping bag.

"Get in the shower and put this on. Quickly, before you age." He flashed his gorgeous smile as you pushed him out, locking the door behind him. After washing away the excitement of the day, you walked cautiously towards the bag on the bed. You reached in, fingers feeling luxuriously smooth fabric. You pulled the contents out to reveal a gorgeous silk night gown, fabric printed with an array of flowers, a golden crown embroidered on the top left. Your face lit up, stunned by the beauty of the garment. A blue tag hung off the nightgown, careful handwriting spelling out, 'Fit for royalty'.

You walked down the stairs, the lights switched off, and a dull yellow glow emitting from the living room. You walked in to a room covered in glowing candles, Pablo in the center, with a pink box tied in a bow. Hearing your steps, his head turned to you, and his jaw went slack. His eyes trailed up the length of your body, admiring the way the soft fabric hugged your hips and framed your form beautifully, like a renaissance painting in the flesh. Your bare face, still fresh from the shower, took his breath away. The words died on his lips. He knew it was stupid to say out loud, but he knew that he had never laid eyes on something so stunning. He had never looked at something with so much love. He had never wanted to be this close with someone, and was certain that he would never feel this way about anyone else. He was so irreparably in love with you, and he had never felt better.

You walked over, arms wrapping around your form to deflect Gavi's intense stare. You had rarely worn sexy things in front of Gavi for prolonged periods of time, and were not used to the admiration. You moved towards him, sitting across from him on the plush rug.

"Princesa, we have all this furniture and you're sitting on the floor?" He asked with a light laugh.

Grabbing his hand, you laced your fingers with his. "I wanted you to be able to see this beautiful present up close. And plus, this is our house. We can make our own rules."

He moved his free hand up to your shoulder, tracing it down the fabric, mapping the planes of your body. His eyes meet yours again, and the love they're swimming in hits you like a ton of bricks. He loves you. Pablo Gavi loves you as much as you love him. Separating from you, he turns around, and you hear a match light and smell smoke faintly. He turns back around, placing a plate before you, with one perfectly piped cupcake and a beautiful candle. Your eyes began to water, and you looked at your lover.

"Pablo, it's so beautiful."

"Wait, I almost forgot." He pushed the wrapped present towards you., It was now 11:58pm, and he urged you to hurry.

"So you can use it on your birthday." Your fingers pulled at the plush velvet ribbon, removing the lid and moving the matching paper out of the way. You reached in and pulled out a beautiful vintage polaroid camera.

"Pablo! You shouldn't have - this probably cost a fortune!"

His laugh echoed through the empty room. "That's actually one of your cheaper gifts. Hurry, bring it here so I can take a picture of you and your cupcake."

"One of?" You asked, bewildered as you slid your camera over.

"Yes darling. You're my princesa, and I'm going to treat you like one."

You went through 8 sheets of film on your birthday. The first was one Pablo had captured of you blowing out your candle, your nightgown giving off an ethereal sheen. The next was a selfie of you and and Pablo, both smiling from ear to ear after passionate thank you's for the presents. The third was a candid Gavi had taken, your sleeping form with your hair splayed across the pillow. 4 and 5 were dolled up pictures of you in your birthday dress, looking and feeling like a million bucks, not just because of the clothes, but because of the way Pablo was making you feel. 6 was a picture of a little blue bag with 'Tiffany & Co.' in black print, and a silver pendant with a cursive G engraved into it. Number 7 had been gifted to the girl at the bakery who had helped Gavi, showing a picture of the two of you sitting behind your magnificently piped birthday cake, the ruffles and swirls dulled by the grainy nature of the photo. And finally, number 8 was the one you kept by your bed. It was taken by that same bakery girl, and showed you kissing Pablo on the cheek, his smile bright as he looked at your birthday cake, and a silver spot of light glimmering on your neck. In pink sharpie, you put the date, and in your best cursive you captioned the picture,

'my lover'

~~~

Hey everyone! THANK YOU SM TO EVERYONE WHO SENT ME BIRTHDAY MESSAGES!!! I SAW ALL OF THEM AND HAVEN'T BE ABLE TO REPLY BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BEEN ON MY LAPTOP AND THEY DON'T SHOW PROPERLY ON MY PHONE! Back after a long while to post a little birthday special in light of me turning 22! It's based on, funnily enough, the events of my actual birthday, and a certain Taylor Swift song that I heard live. I hope you all enjoy, and can't wait to write more stuff for you guys!! (I can't believe it's almost 4am jet lag is kicking my ass).

[thepersonaofwill]

Artwork of the gorgeous Lady Tsunade enjoying the beach 🧉

Happy Early Birthday to The Fifth Hokage 🎉🎁

[kmomof4]

To Sir Graham, With Love Ch. 4

And we are back!!! Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me!! I hope you enjoy the new chapter and let me know what you think!

All the love and thanks again to @jrob64 and @whimsicallyenchantedrose for their outstanding beta services and to @motherkatereloyshipper for the GORGEOUS artwork above!!!

And once again, happy birthday to @snowbellewells for whom this fic was written!!

Summary: After a year long secret correspondence, twenty-eight year old spinster Ruby Jones decides to accept Sir Graham Humbert's offer of a visit to see if they might suit for marriage. Unfortunately, he failed to mention that he was the father of twins, and they are not thrilled with Ruby's appearance.

Rating: M (for smut in later chs and mentions of physical abuse)

Words: Approx 5700 of approx 68k

Tags: Red Hunter Fic, Birthday Fic, Inspired by Eloise Bridgerton's Story, Smut

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On Tumblr Prologue Ch1 Ch2 Ch3

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… should not have let him kiss you. Who knows what liberties he will attempt to take the next time you meet? But what’s done is done, I suppose. So all there is left is to ask: Was it lovely?

– From Ruby Jones to her sister Tink, slid under the door of her bedroom the night Tink met the Earl of Kilmartin, whom she would marry two months later

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ruby was awake quite early the next morning, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise given that she’d retired to her bed at half eight the evening before. She’d regretted her self-imposed exile almost the moment she’d sent Sir Graham the note. There was nothing she hated more than dining alone, with no one to talk to. And even as grouchy and uncommunicative as Sir Graham could sometimes be, he’d have been better than nothing.

She still wasn’t entirely convinced they wouldn’t suit. He might be gruff and arrogant at times, but when he smiled… 

Well, when he smiled, he was transformed. She’d never understood why the ladies had always giggled and swooned when her brother David smiled, but now she did. Sir Graham went from surly and cantankerous to full of humor and mischief, as if he was the holder of all kinds of secrets and delighted in that knowledge. Besides being devastatingly handsome, of course. But it wasn’t the smile itself that had her swooning internally. After all, with all her brothers, she considered herself quite immune to devilish smirks and twinkling eyes. When Graham smiled, there was a shyness about it, as if he wasn’t accustomed to smiling at a lady, and it was that, more than anything, that told her they just might be made for each other.

She made her way down to the breakfast room to find that Graham had already partaken and departed. Ruby tried not to be discouraged. After all, he may have just assumed she wasn’t an early riser and had gone on about his business, but when she didn’t find him in his greenhouse later, she was quite at a loss of where he might be.

Didn’t the twins owe her an afternoon? Well, there was no reason they couldn’t make it a morning instead.

Several minutes later, Ruby entered the twins' nursery.

“Who wants to go swimming?”

Nicholas stared at her as if she was mad, while Ava’s face lit up in delight.

“I do!” she declared, sticking her tongue out at her brother when he scowled instead. “I love to swim. And so does Nicholas. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”

“I don’t think they should go,” interjected their nursemaid, a thin, surly looking woman of indeterminate years.

“Nonsense,” Ruby said, disliking the woman immediately. She looked to be the type of woman who’d tug on ears or rap knuckles. “It’s unseasonably warm and swimming is good exercise.”

“Nevertheless…” The woman’s tone was quite testy, clear evidence that she didn’t like to have her authority questioned.

“I shall give them lessons while we go about it,” Ruby assured the woman. “They are without a governess at the moment, are they not?”

“Yes,” the woman snapped. “The little monsters glued…”

“Whatever the reason for her departure,” Ruby interrupted smoothly, “I’m sure it’s been a terrible burden on you to have to fulfill both duties for the past few weeks.”

“Months,” the woman muttered.

“Even worse!” Ruby exclaimed, in faux commiseration. “One would think you could use a free morning, wouldn’t one?”

“Well,” she allowed, “I wouldn’t mind a trip into town.”

“It’s settled then,” Ruby announced decisively. She smiled at the children, who stared at her in awe. “Enjoy your morning,” she said, bustling the woman into the hall. Once the door was shut behind her, Ruby turned back to the children.

“You’re wonderful,” Ava breathed.

Even Nicholas couldn’t help but nod his agreement. 

“I hate Nurse Ratched,” Ava said.

“Of course, you don’t,” Ruby began, though her heart wasn’t truly in her words. She hadn’t much liked the woman either.

“No, we do,” Nicholas assured her. “She’s horrid.”

Ava nodded. “I wish we could have Nurse Johanna back, but she had to leave to care for her mother. She’s sick,” she explained.

“Her mother,” said Nicholas, “not Nurse Johanna.”

“How long has Nurse Ratched been here?”

“Five months,” Ava said forlornly.

“Five very long months,” Nicholas agreed. 

Ruby didn’t believe in disparaging another adult in front of children, especially an adult meant to have authority over said children, so she simply sidestepped the issue completely.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, does it? Because today, you have me.”

“I like you,” Ava said shyly, taking her hand.

Ruby smiled gently at her. “I like you, too.” Nicholas said nothing, but Ruby wasn’t concerned. Some children took longer to warm up to someone new. And besides, these children had earned the right to be wary. Their mother had left them, and then their nurse - who’d likely cared for them their entire lives - had left as well. Granted, leaving through death was quite different from leaving to care for an ill family member, but all the children would remember was that someone they loved dearly was gone, and then to lose their beloved nurse so soon after their mother, it could hardly be fathomed.

Ruby well remembered the months after her father had died. She’d been convinced that not letting her mother out of her sight - or better yet, holding her hand or skirts for all she was worth - would mean she couldn’t leave either.

“I’m sorry we blackened your eye,” Ava said quietly.

“It looks much worse than it feels,” Ruby assured her, squeezing her hand gently.

“It looks horrid,” Nicholas observed, matter of factly, his voice holding just a tinge of remorse.

“Yes, it does,” Ruby agreed. “But I’m starting to like it. It looks like I’ve been in a battle. And won!”

“It doesn’t look like you’ve won to me,” Nicholas said, dubiously.

“Nonsense,” Ruby said. “Of course I do! Anyone who comes home from a battle wins.”

“Does that mean that Uncle George lost?” Nicholas asked. “He didn’t come home from battle.”

“He died before we were born,” Ava said.

“Your uncle was a hero,” Ruby said, her voice quiet and respectful.

“But not Father,” Nicholas said.

“Your father didn’t go to war because he had responsibilities here,” Ruby explained. “But these are much too somber thoughts to occupy ourselves with, when we should be outside enjoying the splendid morning. We should be out swimming and having a grand time!”

The twins enthusiastically agreed, and in no time were changed into their bathing costumes and tromping through the field toward the lake.

“We mustn’t forget to practice our arithmetic,” Ruby called out as the twins skipped ahead of her. And to her surprise, they actually did. Who knew that sixes and eights could be so much fun?!

~*~*~

Graham came inside from the rose garden to find the house unnaturally quiet. It was so rare that he found himself just standing and savoring the silence. Nurse Ratched must have taken the children outside for a bit of fresh air, and while it was nearing ten in the morning, he assumed Ruby must still be abed, though she didn’t strike him as the type to lounge away the day under her covers.

He wandered into the breakfast room, expecting to find the sideboard full and waiting for Ruby’s appearance, but instead, it was empty and spotless, telling him that Ruby had already eaten and was now God knew where.

A maid entered the room with a feather duster in her hand. She bobbed a curtsey when she saw him.

“Good morning,” he said in greeting. “Would you please bring me a vase for these?” he asked, motioning toward the roses in his hand. He’d hoped to give them to her himself, but he wasn’t willing to just hold on to them while he hunted her down. He’d spent an hour in the rose garden choosing just the right blooms and then carefully removing all the thorns. Romney Hall boasted three rose gardens, but he’d had to go to the furthest afield to find the early-blooming varieties. 

When the maid arrived back, a glass vase in her hand, he asked, “Do you happen to know where Miss Jones is this morning? I noticed breakfast has been cleared.”

“I believe she took the children swimming, Sir,” she informed him. “They were in their bathing clothes.”

Graham’s skin went cold. He hadn’t been near the lake since the day Jacinda died, always taking the long way around, not able to bear even the sight of it. He’d forbidden the children to go near it as well. 

At least, he thought he had. He’d told Nurse Johanna not to allow them near the water, but had he told Nurse Ratched? He couldn’t remember.

He ran from the room, leaving the roses scattered on the floor.

~*~*~

“Last one in is a hermit crab!” Nicholas hollered, running down the hill toward the small lake. He didn’t stop until the water came to his waist.

“I’m not a hermit crab,” Ava shouted back, “You’re a hermit crab!” She splashed around in the shallows.

“You’re a rotten hermit crab.”

“Well, you’re a dead hermit crab.”

Ruby laughed as they continued to shout back and forth to each other. She waded in the shallows a few feet from Ava. Not having brought with her a bathing costume, she simply tied up her skirt and petticoat just above the knee. It was a scandalously large amount of skin to be showing, but in the presence of children, who really cared?

Besides, they were having much too much fun tormenting each other to even notice.

They’d warmed up to her significantly on the trek to the lake. They’d laughed and chattered the entire way. It made Ruby wonder if perhaps all they needed was a bit of attention. They’d lost their mother, their relationship with their father was distant and strained, at best, and then they’d lost their beloved nurse, as well.

Thank God they had each other.

And maybe, perhaps, her.

She shouldn’t be thinking like that. These children clearly needed a mother, but she couldn’t base her decision on them. She’d be marrying Graham. Not Nicholas and Ava.

“Don’t go any deeper,” she called, when she saw Nicholas start to inch into deeper water. She was quite pleased when he took two large steps back toward the shore of the lake, even if his expression was rather irritable.

“You should come in further, Miss Jones,” Ava said, sitting down on her bottom. “Oh! It’s cold!” she exclaimed.

“At least as far as Ava,” Nicholas chimed in. “You’ve barely gotten your feet wet.”

“I don’t have a bathing costume,” she reminded them again, for at least the tenth time.

“I think you don’t know how to swim,” Nicholas said, smugly.

Ruby raised her eyebrow at him. “I can assure you that I do know how to swim,” she informed him. “I spent a great deal of time in the country when I was growing up,” she continued. “But I am also not going to be giving a demonstration in my third best morning dress.”

Ava looked at her and blinked several times. “I should like to see your first and second best. That one is very pretty, indeed.”

“Thank you, Ava,” Ruby said, wondering who picked out the children’s clothes. Probably the crotchety Nurse Ratched, she thought. There was nothing wrong with what the child was wearing, but Ruby highly doubted she’d yet experienced the pleasure of picking out her own clothes. “If you’d like to go shopping some time, I’d be very pleased to take you.”

Ava’s mouth dropped open in a soft O of surprise. “Would you?” she breathed. “I’d love it ever so much!”

“Girls,” Nicholas mumbled. He looked back to the water, concentrating on angling his hand just right before he smacked the surface, creating a tall splash that reached all the way over to his sister.

“Stop it!” she squealed. “I’ll get you yet!” she promised, diving in after him. 

“Don’t go too far out,” Ruby called, though it didn’t really matter. They were obviously both excellent swimmers. If they were anything like Ruby and her siblings, they’d likely been swimming since about the age of four. They’d spent countless hours frolicking around in the pond near their home in Kent, until their father passed, that is. Once Brennan was gone, the family spent most of their time in London. Ruby could never figure out if it was because her mother preferred the city to the country, or if there were simply too many memories.

While she certainly enjoyed London and all the many amusements it offered, being here now swimming in the lake with two boisterous children, Ruby realized just how much she missed country living.

Ava finally caught up to her brother and launched herself at him, taking them both under the water. Ruby watched them closely until they came up for air, both laughing and spluttering and vowing to beat one another in this most important water battle.

“Be careful!” she called. It was strange being in this position. She was normally the fun and permissive aunt, not the authority-wielding adult. “Nicholas, do not pull your sister's hair.” She was pleased when he stopped, but then he grabbed the neck of her bathing clothes, making Ava sputter and cough. 

“Nicholas,” she yelled, “stop at once!” 

He did, surprising her again, but Ava took the opportunity to jump on top of him, sending him under and then sitting on his back.

“Ava!” Ruby yelled. Blast it all. She was going to have to put a stop to it herself. There went her ideas of keeping herself mostly dry. “Ava, get off of your brother this instant!” she yelled one last time before completely surrendering her dignity.

Ava got off and Nicholas came up sputtering. “Ava Humbert, I’m going to…”

“You most certainly will not,” Ruby said sternly. “You will not kill, maim, attack, or even hug for the next thirty minutes. Do I make myself clear?”

The children looked absolutely appalled that she’d even listed a hug as a punishable offense. They stared at her open-mouthed and then cut their eyes to each other.

“Well?” Ruby asked.

“Well then,” Ava asked, “what will we do?”

That was a good question which Ruby hadn’t really thought about. All of her memories of swimming as a child included the same sort of water war.

“Maybe we’ll get out and dry off for a spell.” They both looked horrified at her suggestion. “I did tell Nurse Ratched that we’d work on your lessons…”

“GET OUT OF THE LAKE!”

Ruby was so surprised at the loud and furious shout from the hill above them that she turned too quickly and fell. She was able to catch herself with her hands, but the front of her dress was still soaked. “Sir Graham!”

“Get out,” he growled, his strides long and powerful as he entered the water, reached his children, and grabbed them both around their waists, hauling them to shore. Ruby watched with horrified fascination as he set them roughly on the ground. “I told you you were never, ever, to go near the lake,” he yelled, shaking them both by a shoulder. “You know to stay away. You know…” Ruby still couldn’t look away as he suddenly came to a stop, trying to catch his breath.

“But that was last year,” said Nicholas quietly.

Graham glared at him and he shrank back. “Did I ever rescind the order?”

“No, but I thought…”

“You thought wrong,” he interrupted. “Now get back to the house. Both of you.” 

The two children recognized the deadly seriousness of their father’s words and ran quickly up the hill toward the house. Graham didn’t move until they were out of sight, then he turned his furious gaze on her.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?”

For a moment, Ruby was too taken aback to make any sort of reply. “Swimming,” she finally said, a note of insolence in her words. Perhaps more than a note. “Having a bit of fun. Perhaps you’re familiar with the concept.”

“I do not want my children near the lake,” he barked. “I have made those wishes clear…”

“Not to me,” she interjected.

“Well, you should have…”

“What?” she interrupted again. “How was I supposed to know you didn’t want them near the water? I told Nurse Ratched where we were going and what we intended to do, and she never gave any indication that it was forbidden.”

The look on his face told her he had no answer to her argument and it was only serving to anger him further. 

“It’s a hot day and I was trying to mend the breach,” she continued, determined to win the argument. “Heaven knows, I don’t want another blackened eye. Plus, I thought it’d be fun for the children.”

“You put them in danger,” he growled.

Ruby couldn’t have been more surprised if literal horns had grown out of his head. “Danger?” she sputtered. “From swimming? The only danger they would have been in is if I couldn’t swim!”

“I don’t care whether you can swim or not,” he retorted. “I only care that my children can’t.”

She stared at him for several seconds, blinking dumbly at him. “Yes, they can. They’re quite proficient, in fact. I assumed you taught them.”

“What are you talking about?”

He was still furious, she could hear it in his voice, but the honest confusion also contained within had her ire retreating quickly.

“Did you…” she began, tilting her head slightly in inquiry, “not know that the children could swim?”

For a moment, Graham felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, freezing him in his place. This moment brought all of his failings as a father to the forefront of his mind, and Graham was completely overwhelmed. His jaw worked, his fingers clenched at his sides, his lungs caught, and he could do nothing but try to remain upright against the onslaught. It was the worst feeling he’d ever experienced in his life.

It wasn’t that his children could swim, it was that he didn’t know they could swim. How could he have not known? A father should know if his children could swim. Or ride a horse. Or read. Or count to one hundred.

And he didn’t. 

“I… I…” he stammered. He drew a deep breath, more of a gasp really, and was only dimly aware of Ruby moving toward him and gently grabbing his arm in her hand.

“Sir Graham,” she whispered. “Are you all right?”

He nodded. Or at least, he thought he did. All he could hear was her voice ringing in his head- yes they can yes they can YES THEY CAN - and it wasn’t even the words themselves, necessarily. It was the tone of surprise and just a hint of contempt.

And he hadn’t known.

His children were growing and changing and he didn’t even know them. He recognized them, certainly, but he didn’t know who they were.

What were their favorite colors? What were their favorite toys? What were their favorite foods? He didn’t know any of it!

He was, in his own way, every bit as awful a father as his own father had been. His father may have beaten his children within an inch of their lives, but he at least knew what they were up to. Graham ignored, avoided, and pretended. Anything to keep his distance and avoid losing his temper. Anything to keep him from turning into his father.

“Graham,” Ruby whispered again. “You don’t look well. I think you should go home.”

“I’m…” he began before trailing off, not able to get the words out. He’d meant to say I’m fine, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Ruby looked up as a cloud passed over the sun. Graham followed her gaze and then noticed Ruby crossing her arms over her chest and shivering. It was finally enough to bring him out of his self-loathing paralysis.

“You need to get inside,” he said, grasping her by the arm and proceeding to pull her up the hill.

“Graham!” she exclaimed, stumbling along behind him. “I’m fine! Just a little chilled.”

He touched her skin and cursed under his breath. “You are bloody well not fine, you’re freezing!” He stopped and took his coat off, placing it around her shoulders before grabbing her arm again.

“Graham, please!” she begged. “There is no need to run!” He didn’t stop their very brisk hike. Ruby jerked her arm out of his and stopped. “Sir Graham,” she said forcefully. “Please let me walk.”

He glared at her for a moment before answering. “I will not be responsible for you developing a lung fever,” he hissed.

“A lung fever?” Ruby asked, incredulous. “It’s May!”

“I don’t care if it’s July!” he roared. “You will not remain in those wet clothes!”

“Well, of course not!” she exclaimed, trying her best to sound reasonable. “But it’s only ten minutes back to the house. I am not going to die!”

She’d heard the expression of blood draining from a person’s face, but she’d never seen it. Until now. There was no other way to describe the sudden paleness of Graham’s face.

“Graham,” she said gently, trying to disguise her alarm. “What is wrong?”

His eyes darted back and forth, his hand trembled, and when she took it, it felt clammy in her own. She didn’t think he was going to answer until his mouth opened and a whisper fell from his lips. “I don’t know.”

She touched his arm and looked up into his face. He looked confused. Dazed even. As if he’d been pushed out onto a stage and didn’t know his lines. His eyes were open and on her, but she was quite sure he didn’t see her. He was somewhere far beyond her reach. Facing some terrible and recent nightmare all alone.

She knew bad memories and how they could just take over the heart and mind sometimes. She remembered her own worst nightmare - at the age of seven, being the sole witness to the death of her father, screaming and crying as he fell to the ground gasping for breath, then beating on his chest when he could no longer speak, begging him to wake up and say something. She knew now that he’d been gone by then, but somehow, that made the memory so much worse. The only way she’d gotten over it was due to her mother. She’d visited her every night and stroked her head as she’d cried into her chest. She told Ruby over and over again that it was alright to miss her father and talk about him. That it was alright to cry and grieve.

Ruby still remembered it all with perfect clarity, but it no longer haunted her. She hadn’t had a nightmare about it in over a decade.

But whatever Graham was seeing right now, was still very much with him.

“Graham,” she whispered again, touching his cheek. He didn’t move, he barely breathed. She stepped closer still, saying his name once again. She wanted to ease the shattered look in his eyes. She wanted to draw out the man she knew he was, down deep inside. She wanted to heal him.

She whispered his name one last time, taking another step forward until only inches separated them. She offered him her understanding, her compassion, her help all in a single word. She could only hope he heard. And listened.

And then he moved. His hand covered hers, pressing her hand into his skin as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her touch. He drew their hands down to his mouth and placed a kiss to the center of her palm. 

Her gaze bounced between his blue, blue eyes, reading him like one of her beloved novels. He was back. He was here with her and she suddenly knew what he intended. His eyes drifted shut and he drew their hands down to his chest, over his beating heart. His other arm wrapped around her and drew her into him. Leaving her hand on his chest, he used his to lift her chin until her lips were only a hair's breadth away from his own, stopping only long enough to whisper her name before capturing her lips in a kiss that was so blinding, so intense, it took her breath away. He was hungry and needy - a starving man being granted a feast. He kissed her as if she were the air he needed to breathe. As if she was a cool and refreshing pool of water to a man dying of thirst. The kind of kiss Ruby knew she’d never forget. The kind of kiss she hadn’t known existed.

He pulled her closer until every part of her body lined up against his and then a gasp escaped her when his hand left the small of her back and cupped her bottom.

“I need you, Ruby, please,” he groaned into her mouth before leaving it and placing light and gentle kisses to the line of her jaw and neck. She dropped her head back allowing him more access and held on to him for dear life. She was melting. He was melting her. All she knew was that she needed more. She needed him.

But not like this.

Not when he was using her as a succor to his wounds.

“Graham, we can’t,” she said, pulling back from him. Though she wasn’t quite sure how she found the strength within herself to do so. “Not like this.”

At first, she didn’t think he was going to let her go, but then suddenly, he did. “I’m sorry,” he said. He still looked dazed, but whether it was from the kiss or the tumultuous events of the morning, she wasn’t sure.

“Don’t apologize,” she urged him, instinctively smoothing down the front of her dress. It was still soaking wet and thus unsmoothable, but if she didn’t do something with her hands, she was liable to jump back into his arms again.

“You should go back to the house,” he said, his voice almost too low to hear.

“Aren’t you coming, as well?” she asked, surprised.

He shook his head. “I need to think. You’ll be fine. It is May after all.”

Ruby’s brow furrowed, but she turned from him and started back up the hill. After a moment, she turned back to him, utterly unable to mind her own business.

“What do you need to think about?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug. “Everything, I suppose.”

Ruby nodded and continued on her way to the house. But the look in his eyes stayed with her all day long.

~*~*~

Ruby was purposefully late going down to supper. After the events of the morning, she wasn’t sure whether Sir Graham would be joining her or not, but she figured if he wasn’t waiting for her at ten past the hour, then she would be dining alone.

She was pleasantly surprised however, to find Graham in the drawing room waiting for her. He wore an evening kit that, although not the latest fashion, was perfectly tailored to his long and lean frame. Ruby caught her breath when he turned to her and approached.

“I hope you will accept my apologies for my behavior this morning,” he said, the entreaty in his eyes clear. “I overreacted and behaved abominably.” His voice was low and reserved, but she knew from his tone that her forgiveness was very much desired.

“No apology is necessary,” she assured him. “The incident is forgiven and forgotten.”

“Thank you,” he said, holding his elbow out to escort her to dinner. She took it and they walked slowly from the room. “Jacinda died in that lake.” 

The words were so unexpected that Ruby gasped in horror and halted in the middle of the hallway, her fingers covering her mouth.

“I’m so sorry,” she breathed. “I had no idea.”

Graham nodded. “I pulled her out, but it was too late.”

“Oh, Graham.” She could say nothing else as his gaze bounced between her eyes. He didn’t look as shattered as he had this morning, and Ruby was glad of that fact. He turned away from her and continued walking down the hall to the dining room.

“I know how it feels to watch someone you love die,” she said quietly. “And not being able to do anything to stop it.” 

“Your father?” he asked. She nodded. It wasn’t something she shared with many people. In fact, the only person outside her family who knew she’d been the lone witness to his death was her dearest and oldest friend, Mary Margaret Blanchard. Now Mary Margaret Jones. Even with the bleakness of the conversation, the thought of her closest friend being married to her favorite brother brought a small smile to her lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I,” she replied.

He was silent for a moment as they continued down the hallway. 

“I didn’t know my children could swim.”

His words were so odd and out of the blue, she could only blink and ask, “I beg your pardon?”

“I didn’t know they could swim,” he repeated, his voice dripping with condemnation. “I don’t even know who taught them.”

“Does it matter?” she asked softly.

“It does,” he said bitterly, “because I should have been the one to do it.”

She could barely look at his face. It was so pained, and so tormented, but it also brought her a calm assurance. Sir Graham Humbert was a good man. It was obvious that he loved his children tremendously, and even if he didn’t know how to act around them, his heart towards them was true.

“Well,” she said briskly, “there’s nothing to be done about that now, and just because you didn’t know, you do now, and it’s not too late to find out more about them. They are charming children, you know.”

He looked at her dubiously. 

“They do misbehave on occasion…” His eyebrow shot up in disbelief. “Oh, very well, they misbehave quite often, but truly, all they want is a little attention from you.”

“They told you this?”

Ruby released a small giggle. “Of course not. They’re only eight. But it is quite obvious to me.”

They finally reached the dining room and sat down on opposite sides of the table. Graham was silent until they’d both had a sip of their wine.

“Did they enjoy it? The swimming?” he asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yes,” she assured him. “You should take them.”

He shook his head and looked down briefly. “I don’t think I could.”

Ruby nodded, fully understanding the power of memories. “Perhaps somewhere else then. Surely there are other lakes or ponds on the grounds.”

Graham nodded and waited until she’d had a taste of her soup. ��That is a fine idea,” he agreed. “I will think about where we might go.”

There was something so heartbreaking about his expression - the uncertainty, the vulnerability - Ruby felt her heart clench in her chest. The knowledge that he was going to do his best to do the right thing, the right thing by his children.

“I hope you will join us.”

“Of course,” she said, utterly delighted. “I should be desolate if I wasn’t invited.”

“I’m quite certain you overstate,” he said wryly, the corner of his lips lifting in a small grin. “But we would be honored, and to be quite frank, I would be rather relieved to have you there. The outing is sure to be successful if you are present,” he explained.

Ruby felt her cheeks heat at the unexpected compliment. “I’m quite certain you overstate.”

“We will all enjoy ourselves much better with your accompaniment,” he assured her quite emphatically. 

Ruby decided not to argue and just accept the compliment. He was most likely correct, after all. They were so unused to spending any time together, it would almost certainly be more pleasant with her to smooth the way. And she found that she didn’t mind the idea one bit.

“Perhaps tomorrow,” she suggested, “if the pleasant weather holds out.”

“I believe it will,” he said. “The air didn’t feel changeable.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow at him. “So you predict the weather as well?” Ruby had a cousin who claimed to be able to predict the weather, but every time she listened to him, she’d end up soaked to the skin or nearly freezing her fingers and toes off.

“Not at all,” he replied, “but one can…” He trailed away and looked toward the door. “What was that?”

“What was what?” she replied, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she heard what Graham had obviously heard. Raised voices, and getting louder by the moment. Heavy footfalls. A forceful stream of invective was followed by a yelp of terror that could only have come from the butler…

And then Ruby knew.

“Oh, dear God,” she murmured, her grip on her spoon going slack. 

“What the devil?” Graham asked, standing from his seat, preparing to defend his home from the unknown invaders.

Except that he had no idea what sort of invaders he was about to face. What sort of annoying, meddlesome, and diabolical invaders he was going to have to meet in, oh, about ten seconds.

But Ruby did. And she knew annoying, meddlesome, and diabolical held nothing against furious, unreasonable, and downright large when it came to Graham’s imminent safety.

“Ruby?” Graham asked, his brows shooting up to his hairline when they both heard someone bellow her name.

Ruby felt the blood drain from her body, though there was no evidence of it on the floor around her. There was no way she’d be able to survive a moment such as this, not without killing someone, and preferably someone who was quite closely related to her.

She stood, her fingers gripping the table, the footfalls (which resembled a rabid horde, quite honestly) growing closer.

“Someone you know?” Graham asked mildly. Much too mildly for someone about to face his own demise.

She nodded and somehow managed to push the words through her frozen lips, “My brothers.”

~*~*~

Thank you for reading and sharing! I'd love to hear what you think! Going forward, I'm going to start updating twice a week. So be on the lookout for the next chapter, which just happens to be my favorite, on Wednesday!!

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V day gifts for us both

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/n: happy valentines to my love, Kyle. God he’s so hot. i think today is pointless but it makes for good prompts i guess. so heres a filthy kyle smut because i want his cute little ass all to myself.

Genre: S M U T

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Switch!Kyle, switch!reader, dom/sub themes, anal, pegging, toys, 69 position, face sitting, overstimulation, mention of eating, slight sir kink, ma'am kink, pet names, begging

Summary: An innocent date night turns to something far from being innocent...

Kyle💕💕

Dress up nice for me baby. See you at 7 😘😘

It was a somewhat ominous message to receive from your boyfriend when you took into account the fact he had been gone all day. He left early only saying he would message you later, he did that at least, but there was no other information presented to you. 

You had been pondering the message all day since then. He didn’t reply to your messages, he didn’t even see them. It worried you a little but you knew he wouldn’t let you down. He would see you at 7. 

You clock watched as you got ready. Putting on a small bit of make-up and one of his favourite outfits of his. It was probably the nicest one you owned so it certainly first the dress code he gave you. But it was at this point, as you looked over yourself in the mirror, that your stomach began to churn nervously. You didn’t know why. You had been out with him many times before. He was your boyfriend for god sake. But you were nervous about why he had made this date. 

It wasn’t an anniversary, not one that you knew of anyway. It wasn’t his birthday and it wasn’t yours. Maybe ti was something to do with work? Had he been ranked up? Given a medal or something? However, on second thought, Gaz was known in your relationship to spring random date nights on you for no apparent reason. This was most likely one of them. 

You let out a breath and nodded to yourself, happy with the choice of outfit and moved out to the living room where you sat and waited. Wait to see him at 7. Your eyes couldn’t move from the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Your leg bouncing nervously and your hands wringing together. 

“Stop it (Y/N)” you said to yourself “its just a date. Its Kyle”

With that, a knock sounded at the door. You checked back at the clock after having looked away for a split second to scold yourself. Sure enough, it read 7pm. You stood from the sofa and brushed over your outfit to straighten it out. You let out another breath and walked to the door. 

Opening the door was like opening up a present. That present being the most handsome, beautiful man in the world standing there looking sharp as ever. He had gone for a black turtle neck shirt and a gorgeous navy blue suit jacket and trousers. It was a tight fit on him and perfectly excentuated his arms. 

“Wow” he let out a low whistle as he looked you up and down “you really got my message babe”

“You like it?” You asked him.

“You know I do” he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now you compliment me. I tried hard to pull this together” 

“You’ve worn it before”

“I have not” he feigned hurt “I just have one very very similar. So similar its almost the same” 

You chuckled and ran you hands over the smooth fabric of the blazer. “You look amazing, Kyle. You always do though” 

He kissed you again. And again. And just once more before offering his arm to you “shall we, my love?” 

“We shall” you smiled. 

-

“So,” you began as you took a sip of your drink “are you planning on telling me what this is all about?” 

“Am I not allowed to spend time with my lovely lady?”

“You are, but I feel like this time there is a reason” 

“Alright, you caught me” he held his hands above his head “I’m not going to be here fro valentines this year so thought we could do something now. Have a special night together”

“Kyle” you smiled “that’s sweet. But you know I don’t care about valentines day”

“I know but doesn’t mean I can’t treat you to a nice meal and make you feel special” he smiled a little sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. Is it too much?” 

“No” you smile as you reached over the table to grab his hand in yours. “No Kyle, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re so sweet to do this. I love you so much” 

“I love you too babe” he leaned over the table and pressed a long kiss to your lips. He didn’t care that you were in a busy restaurant, right next to the window where anyone could walk past and see him. He never cared. He wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. He wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. 

You felt like a school girl when he sat back down, giggling like a maniac. He had such a hold over you, making you feel giddy after every kiss he gave you. Gaz laughed too and sipped at his drink. He picked up his knife and fork again to eat and pointed the fork to your plate. 

“Eat up babe, you’ll need your energy for tonight” he shot you a wink making your cheeks flush. You and Gaz had had many bedroom adventures. Perhaps having done almost everything sexual you could imagine. So at this point it was just a question of which of your favoured activities would you be embarking in tonight? 

The anticipation of that always made you crazy with arousal. “Do I get a hint?” 

“Do you ever?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. No was the answer. He never gave anything away. That just made it all the more mind blowing. 

“I thought that as it was a special night, you could make an acceptation?” You lifted your foot to stroke lightly up and down his leg. He shot you a look and whipped his head around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking “oh, so now you’re concerned about the public?” 

“I just don’t want them to see my cock hard for you babe” you let out a chuckle. 

“Good point. Thats only for me isn’t it” you shifted in your seat and moved your hands under the table to pull down your damp panties. You bunched them up in your hand. “And this is only for you” you took his hand again and gave him your panties. 

He tried not to moan. A strangled nose falling from his lips as he shoved them into his pocket. “You little minx. We still have dessert to go yet” he whisper yelled to you. 

“I know what you want for dessert and now you have easy access” you shot him a cheeky wink and moved your foot up to his crotch and rubbed against his erection. He gripped his fork tightly and tried his hardest not to react. You had done public sex before so this teasing was nothing new. But it still lit a fire between you both. Desire was burning in your stomach. 

“You’re lucky this day is about you”

“Or what?” You challenged. 

“Or I’d drag you out of this place back home and fuck you until the sun comes up” 

You leaned forwards on the table, you elbows pressed against the white cloth covering the dark wood. “Who’s to say that isn’t what I want?” You whispered. 

Gaz growled and stormed off to the bar to pay for the meal before whisking you out of the restaurant and back home where he was prepared to fuck you until the sun came up.

You continued to tease him in the car. Touching at his string yet sensitive thigh, ghosting your fingers over his cock making him twitch as shift in his seat. He gripped the steering wheel the way you wished he would grab your throat as he fucked you. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip. You hand slipping between your legs, you needed a release from the pent up arousal. 

But Kyle grabbed your wrist and gave you a dark look. The dark, devious look only made more clear by the red traffic light reflecting in his eyes. “That is my pussy to touch. Keep your hands away from it” his voice matched the look in his eyes and it made you moan. 

“Y-yes sir” you panted. “Sorry sir”

“We’re nearly home. Be a good girl for me until then” 

“Yes. I will sir. I’ll be good” 

“I know you will” 

-

You were both laughing like love sick teenagers when you entered your shared flat. He pulled you up the stairs by you hand, both of you laughing the entire time. His lips found yours immediately when you got inside and he kicked the door shut hearing it lock as he did. 

“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart” you whispered against his lips as he stroked up and down your hips. 

“My pleasure” he replied “but the night isn’t over yet. I have something for you” he gave you one last long kiss and pulled you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed. 

He rummaged through his top draw and pulled out a small black box with a silver ribbon tied in what you assumed was a bow. Kyle was never very good at wrapping or tying bows, but your heart swelled at his attempts. You smiled as he handed it to you. 

“What’s this?” You asked shaking the box and heard a rattling inside. 

“A gift. Open it” he bit his bottom lip and looked at you with dark eye. That made your heart flutter. So it was something to use in the bedroom. You knew that look. You knew his tells. 

You carefully undid the ribbon and placed it to the side and lifted the lid to the box. Your cheeks heated a little when you saw the silver vibrator laying there. “Kyle…” you muttered. It was embarrassing to say the least. You already had that one. He had gotten you it as a gift once before. But you supposed that you had some many toys between you that it was easy to loose track of who had what. 

“I know you have it” he said quickly, reading your mind like he usually did  “It’s…it’s for me really. You to use it on me. Thought I’d be cheesy and get one to match. I know its one of your favourites, I want to see what the fuss is about. Size up my competition”

It may have been a weird thing for him to remember. He didn’t know your favourite colour but could pick out your favourite sex toy blindfolded and wear ski gloves (he has done this before. It was a weird night). But it was endearing in a strange way. It showed how much he valued your pleasure. 

“You mean I get to play with your ass tonight?” You smirked as you held the silver bullet in your hand in front of his face. He swallowed and looked at it. Clearly picturing all the things he wanted you to do with it. 

“Yeah…” he breathed. He tugged at his trousers, clearly regretting his choice of tight fit. The fit only getting tighter with every passing moment. He was already hard from earlier but now it was rock solid.

You turned on the vibrator and brought it down to rest against his crotch. “Ah fuck” he moaned. The moan turned into a laugh “I can see why you like it so much. Shit babe”

“It gets better. Trust me” you smiled and kissed him while rubbing the vibe over his crotch. He moaned and whimpered into your mouth and bucked his hips chasing his pleasure. 

But you pulled it away and he almost sobbed. “Fuck you” he muttered mindlessly making you laugh. 

“Soon” you soothe to him as you stand and rid yourself of your clothes. He gapped at you like a fish out of water. Mouth hung open as he stared at your now naked body. He had seen it countless times but it never failed to make him crazy. 

He was quick to take off his own clothes now leaving the two of you completely bare to each other. He leaned in for a kiss but you backed away. He chased after you lips and you grabbed his throbbing cock. “Fuck!” He yelled holding onto your shoulders to stop his knees from giving out. 

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” You cooed to him as you gently rubbed his length. 

He panted a few times before nodding his head “yes ma’am. I will be a good boy” 

You granted him a kiss he was desperate for  and pushed him to the bed. “On your knees then. Present that pretty ass for me” he swallowed and got on all fours. His back arching as he pressed his chest to the bed, his ass in the air. 

You got behind him and trailed your fingers up the back of his thighs making him whimper into the pillow. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. How he was the one who was so ready to fuck you senseless only for him to be the one being fucked. 

You stroked a hand over his tight hole watching it clench at the contact. You spat on it and lubed it up before slowly pushing a finger inside him. He whined your name into the pillow as he thrust his hips back, wanting more. You add a second finger and allow him to fuck himself back onto them for a moment. 

Whilst he was doing that, you turned on the vibrator and dragged it over his cock. His hips stuttered and he moaned loudly. You chuckled a little and rubbed it over his length a few more times. Watching the pre come leak from the tip. 

“You’re so pretty, Kyle” you smiled down at him even though he couldn’t see you. “Such a pretty cock. And a pretty little ass” you curled your fingers inside him and he all but screamed into the pillow. “That feel good baby?” You spoke in a patronising way, almost like cooing at a baby. 

“Yes!” He yelled “feels so good ma’am! Please! Please want more!” 

You pulled out you fingers and circled the vibrator around his pulsing hole. “You want this?” You asked. You squeezed his ass cheek and he groaned. 

“Yes! Yes! Please! Please put it in” he begged. You complied. Slowly sinking the silver vibe into his ass. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He swore repeatedly at the stretch and the vibrations racking though his body. Once it was fully inside him you pressed a kiss to it and pulled back. 

“Good boy” you praised. You flipped him over so he was on his back and crawled on top of him “what now then?” You asked as you stroked over his heated cheeks. “Do I not get a reward for being so kind to you?” 

He whined and nodded “S-Sit on my face. Please” your eyes lit up at his words and you wasted no time in climbing onto your new seat. You turned so you could see his twitching cock, you knew you would end up sucking at it soon so best to be in the right position for it. 

Kyle lifted his shaking hands to hold your hips down as you sat on his mouth. He eagerly began to suck and lick at you soaked pussy and you moaned. “That’s it” you praised him, your hands running over his toned chest. “Good boy” he whimpered and thrust his hips up against nothing. 

You stared at his cock, leaking on his stomach, angers read and twitching like hell. It looked so pretty. So desperate to be touched. You could hear the vibrator in his ass. It was rattling his body, making him shake and tremble underneath you. But if it was too much he didn’t let on about it. He keep happily sucking at your pussy while the vibe destroyed him in the most delicious way. 

“You want me to touch your cock?” You asked him, your hands inching closer to his aching cock. He nodded his head quickly, his tongue still lapping at your pussy. “Use your words” 

He shifted on the bed “yes, please touch my cock! I need it ma’am! Please!” He bucked his hips into the air again, his cock slapping against his abdomen. 

You smiled and took his dick in your hand giving it long slow strokes up and down. Up and down. “Oh fuck! Yes!” He cried against your folds. “Feels so good!” 

You picked up your pace, you could feel your own climax ramping up in your stomach. You rolled your hips on his tongue. The slurping noises were vulgar but such a turn on for you both. “Gonna come baby” you sighed, your hand twisting around his cock. Kyle bucked his hips wildly into your hand, he was close too. He had been close for a while but holding back for this very moment. “Come with me. Come with me baby” you rolled your hips faster to match his and you came. You cried out his name as you trembled and watched as he too was a wreck under you. 

Shooting loads of hot come onto his chest and your hand as he came, moaning and whimpering into you pulsing folds. His body writhed as he struggled for breath, the vibrator still rattling his bones. You tried to get off him to let home breathe but he pulled you back down. “N-No ma’am. Come again. Please” he begged sucking at your clit. You were so turned on by destroying his body that you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came a second time for him. 

His cock was still leaking come. His hips struggling to stay still. “In that case…” your voice trailed off as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth. He bellowed out your name, his head falling back against the pillow. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. 

“(Y/N)!” He cried “please! I’m so sensitive!” You pulled off him briefly.

“Do you want me to stop?” You smirked already knowing the answer. 

“No! Please! Make me come again. Oh god it feels so good” he groaned “your mouth is so perfect babe” 

“Your cock was made for my mouth baby. You were made for me” 

He came. 

It was unexpected but your hot words made him crazy. His head was spinning as he came. His mouth hanging open and panting against your pussy. You weren’t particularly made that he had forgotten to make you come a second time. Seeing him in this state was more than enough to tide you over until you fucked him. Because you would be the one fucking him. 

“Good boy” you kissed his cock and got off the bed. The vibe still purred inside him. He loved the overstimulation though. It was one of the things he enjoyed most in bed. He didn’t know why though. 

You rattled around in the sex toy draw you both shared and pulled out his favoured strap on. The silicone dick had more girth than length, he loved the stretch. But it was the perfect length and the perfect curve to hit his prostate with every thrust. 

You looked over your shoulder at him on the bed. Spread out like a meal for you, his dick still twitching. His mouth hanging out and face heated. “Keep riding that pleasure baby” you cooed to him as you put on the strap. “Makes the next part easier” 

He managed to lift his head and you saw his eyes light up when they landed on the plastic dick. “Oh fuck. Yes!” He crawled to his knees and to you. 

“You want to get it ready for me?” You smirked. He nodded and took it into his mouth, coating it with saliva. It was soaked with his spit when he pulled it out of his hot mouth. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him. Your beautiful boyfriend. 

You tilted his chin up and pulled his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “What was that for?” He asked, a giddy smile on his face. 

“I love you so much Kyle. I’m so lucky to have you” you whispered as you ran a finger down his cheek.

“I love you too babe” he whispered “I don’t deserve you” 

“Yes you do. You deserve the world” 

“You are my world” you could’ve cried but you had ti stay in character. You would cry later during after care while you told him how much you loved him over and over again. 

You kissed him again and pushed him down to the bed. You spread his legs and pulled out the vibrator. You turned it off and tossed it else where in the room, filling his ass again with the dick. He gripped the sheets and arched his back off the bed. “Fuck me” he whimpered “fuck me hard” 

“Of course” you leaned over him and grabbed the headboard before drilling your hips into him. The headboard banging against the wall, no doubt you would get complaints from you neighbours. Again. But you didn’t care. You were too caught up in the sounds of his moans to care about anything else other than him. 

Kyle looked up at you with pleasing eyes. Neither of you knew what he was begging for but it made your heart flutter. He was so damn adorable. “You’re beautiful” he whispered as he wrapped his legs around your waist urging you to go faster. Deeper. Harder. “So beautiful. Gonna make me come again. Fuck I’m going to come!” 

His head rolled back to the pillow and he lifted his hands to grab your sides, fingertips digging into your flesh. “Come for me Kyle. Come for me” 

It didn’t take long to pull him over the edge for the third time that night. You slowed your hips and carefully pulled out of his abused hole. It fluttered around nothing as he came down from the intense high. You stoked over his body to soothe him until his breathing went back to normal and his body was melted into the covers of the bed. “How was that?” You asked him quietly. 

“So good babe” he sighed with a lazy smile on his face. “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you” 

“I already told you” you lay on top of his chest “you deserve the world” 

“And I told you” he trailed a hand up your back “you are my world” 

“Then you do deserve me” you kissed him. A soft quick kiss but conveyed all the emotion you could muster. He hummed into the kiss and moved his hand to your hair. 

“And you deserve to come again” he pulled your head back by your hair and licked up the expanse of your neck. “How do you want me to do it?” He asked “you want my mouth again? My fingers? My cock?” 

The roles were reversed now. It was his turn to have some fun. “What do you want to do?” You asked him. 

He growled against your neck “I want to fuck your pussy with my cock. Give you the same bliss you gave me” you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips as he flipped you onto your back and yanked off the strap on. He tossed it to the floor and spread your legs. “I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you” he spoke directly to your pussy. It fluttered in response. You felt him nudge your soaked fold with the head of his dick before he easily sunk in. “Thats it babe. Such a perfect little pussy. Made for me”

“Yes” you gasp as he began thrusting into you. Long hard thrusts inside you. Oh it felt so good. He always knew just how to fuck you. He brought a hand down to rub quick sharp circles on your clit. You moaned and raised your hips off the bed, you could already feel your orgasm building. “All for you”

“Damn right. This pussy is mine. All of you is mine” he leaned over yo and picked up his pace. “You’re fucking mine” 

“Yes! Yes sir! All for you! Only for you!” You clawed at his back and he groaned, slamming his dick into you and hitting your sweet spot each time. “Yes! Please! Make me come! I’m so close!” 

“Come baby. Come all over my cock like a good little girl” his voice was a low growl and he dropped his head to your neck to bit and suck at your skin pulling you over the edge, your hips bucking against his as he fucked you through your climax. “Good girl. Such a good little girl for me” your wall clenched around his cock and pulled his own orgasm from him. His mind completely blank and his cock spent. 

He slowed his hips but didn’t pull out. He fell on your chest and you stroked over his sweaty skin. “H-How was that?” He panted. 

“Perfect” you whispered with a dazed smile. “I love you so much Kyle” 

“I know” he kissed your chest “I love you too. More than anything. I’m going to miss you when I leave” 

“Lets not think about that right now. I just want to lay here with you” 

“Okay” he said and practically curled against you. “Happy Valentines day, my love” 

“Happy Valentines day sweetheart” you smiled and kissed his head. 

14/2/23

[khepiari]

LuSan Fic: What Gift Do You Want For Your Birthday?

Summary: AU. Domestic Fluffy. DILF Luffy x DILF Sanji. LuSan. Birthday Fic. NSFW.

Yes my second LuSan fic! It was supposed to come out earlier but I was distracted.

Birthdays don’t excite my Sanji, correction, his birthday doesn’t excite him. If it’s my birthday and if I asked, or if it was for any of his lady friends, colleagues, friends of friends. My husband would break his back, twist his knees, and grate his hands to prepare the best feast in the world.

I hugged him from behind, “Good morning, my lovely ocean eyes.” And kissed his cheek. He kissed my temple and moved me away so that I didn’t distract him. But I was a human octopus, if I latched on to him, he couldn’t get rid of me easily. That’s how I managed to win his heart and make him my husband.

“Go put on some clothes, please! A naked, shiny husband is too much for my eyes.”

“I am wearing boxers.”

“You are too buff and the boxers too tiny.”

I squeezed him harder, “Am I distracting you with horny thoughts?” I rubbed my morning stubble against his clean-shaven cheeks. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

When he realized I was in no mood to let him go, he hit my forehead with the spatula he was using to sauté the veggies, “Stand in that corner! And drink your milk before it turns cold.” He pointed at my protein-infused mug of milk that he prepared for me every morning religiously for seventeen years. I did as I was told and chugged my drink. As soon as I finished drinking, with Ninja-like precision, he took away my mug and dropped it into the sink and offered me his back view; which was sexy. “We are not twenty-something that you can manhandle me in the kitchen early morning.” So he was going to pretend it was an average workday and cook breakfast for us and lunch for me. He tried this every year, to downplay the importance of his day.

“It's very convenient to pretend to forget your birthday, honey,” I muttered under my breath softly.

“You said something?”

I took a better look at him, like every day, he was dressed in my T-shirt and a pair of loose trousers. He generally cooked wearing my old t-shirts because he didn’t feel guilty ruining them with oil splatters and grease. I was fine. After all, I was thankful that I was broader and buff than him, because my T-shirts fit him well, a little too well. As the lengths always differed, I got to see the beautiful sides of my coy husband. Today’s out-of-fashion white t-shirt was meant to be a tight-fit on me which I bought almost five years back, and it was super short on Sanji. It just ended above his belly button and when he moved around, I got a gorgeous view of the small of his back. I loved how the arc of his hips dimpled and curved. How was it possible to have such a tiny waist as a man was a question that bothered me. Now I wanted to slide my hands up the T-shirt, play with his nipples, and bend him over the kitchen counter. But Sanji warned me years back, that kitchen sex was forbidden. So I didn’t do what my dick wanted to do. Instead, went back to him and, “And happy birthday.” I slid an envelope into his pocket of his waist apron. “Shishishi! I love you.”

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54328078

[baeklination]

BIRTHDAY BOY

Date: 230506

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, general fucking, fingering, eating out

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

NOTE: In some parts he's a bit... energetic (goes hard, but he's not rough, manhandling). I'm so happy I managed to post this while it's still his birthday (even if only by minutes)..! PS: Always protect, you know the drill gentlewomen and men.

WC: 2,7k

Masterlist

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"Hmph…"

Remembering what Baekhyun had said just before falling asleep you can't help chuckling: "So will I find the whole sixth floor looking at me funny if I walk past on Monday?" Not that he's not worth being the first topic of your morning meeting…

°

When Seori suggested you make a quick stop at the fifth floor on your way home there was no incentive to turn it down. Fifth floor belonged to Kim & Friedman; marketing extraordinaire and employers of Byun Baekhyun - attractive extraordinaire. 

Being from separate companies you didn't mix much, but you'd sometimes see him in the grand foyer, cafeteria, or elevator. There was no mistaking he'd seen you too. In whatever fleeting meetings you had he'd made it clear - in unspoken terms - that he's just waiting for a green light from you. So here you are, champagne flute in hand, tilting your head just so when he spots you from across the room.

"I didn't expect to see you ladies here…"

"Seori keeps her ear to the ground and heard the news. Happy birthday, Baekhyun."

"A scout? You should've been a lawyer", he says to Seori, raising his glass a little. 

Hearing someone - several someones - calling for him, he rolls his eyes and laughs.

"Sorry, you know how it is."

With it being Friday there's a relaxed and easy-going feeling different to any other workday, so even though the main event isn't around it's still nice enough to have a chat with the others, some you know better, some less.

"...trust me, sooner or later I'll get in line and buy one like everyone else, no matter the complaining I do."

"Why don't we ask Mr. Byun for his expert opinion?", one of his colleagues replies when he sees Baekhyun coming over.

"Ask me?"

"The necessity of AI lawnmow- wait, are you leaving?"

"I have errands to run early in the morning."

"But you didn't even finish your glass..!"

Putting down the still half full flute - making sure you're noticing - he apologetically puts his hand on his colleagues back:

"My car's in the garage."

"Agh! Of course it is. Eh, if it's a surprise one has to take abandonment into consideration… See you Monday."

The first trick you think of is also the easiest. Waiting two-three minutes, you pretend to be going along with the conversation, then "Oh, excuse me", put your own bubble down and open your purse. Picking up your phone you nod and frown a little and when Seori looks your way you point towards the door and mouth "I've gotta go, sorry. Monday, bye." A small wave and scrunch of the face tops it off perfectly. 

Well out of there, the elevator is up on the fourteenth floor so you jog down the stairs, feeling a touch silly, but innocently naughty at the same time. When you come down to the garage it's completely quiet save for your somewhat increased heartbeat. You don't even know what his car looks like. What if he's left al-

*puipui*

Lights and an engine.

Again jogging, you move towards the Audi, for a flash imagining how awkward it will be if it turns out to not be him, but when you look through the passenger's side window it sure is Baekhyun. 

"I wasn't sure how long I should wait", he admits when you close the door behind.

"I couldn't bolt outta there the second you left", you smile. "Then I didn't know what car was yours. But I made it."

Suddenly the air is heavy, almost pressing with tension when he looks at you.

"Mm. Happy birthday to me."

…

°

While you're busy frowning at the coffee machine, the covers ruffle in the bedroom and soon after Baekhyun steps into the kitchen, with the obvious privilege of men - looking as gorgeous in the morning as they did the day before. 

"Seven buttons and none of them makes coffee."

"Hmf, they all will…", he muses, reaching his arm in front of you, to a dishwasher stand "...if you put the water tube in."

Of course.

"Regular? Espresso?"

"How do you know I'm not a cappuccino girl?"

"You're not…", he states rather than asks, presses espresso, then slides his arms around your waist. "How d'you sleep?"

 His confident touch, his torso enveloping your body, the scent of him are as powerful this morning as yesternight; pulling your (borrowed) shirt from your backside you push out.

"I'm not sure I did."

"I would've asked you out sooner if I knew you were such a cornucopia…"

His mouth is right behind your ear and he says it in such a sticky tone that it drums up a flicker of embarrassment - the titillating, good sort.  

His lips press right where his words fell, his cock brushes against your cheeks.

It's a tight squeeze to get past your entrance, buzzes spread out all around, but once inside he gets coated little-by-little and glides smoothly to stretch you out. There's an overwhelming delicacy to his movement; short, soft, clapping against your body, his hands resting just below your waist and the sound of his airy exhaling.

In the corner of your eye you see the shadowy reflection of this morning carnality in his stainless steel fridge, blurred, as if it's too seedy a scene to watch.

With your hands hanging off the edge of the counter your mouth follows, automatically opening with a soft groan. Reacting or syncing, Baekhyun lets go of an equally faint sound, sliding his hands up, holding firmer. 

"Shh…umm, I've gotta be careful…….ah……"

It's with a sigh of disappointment he moves back, but strokes the side of your face with his thumb, tugging at your bottom lip while the other is on his cock to keep the stimulation going. He moans wetly into your mouth when your palm finds his balls and your fingers press just behind them, but almost instantly takes your wrist as he heads for the bedroom. 

"Come on, you."

The shirt goes over your head to the floor as soon as he lets go and the mattress softly sinks when you put hands and knees on them, waiting while he puts on a condom. 

He's not as slow as he was in the kitchen, pressing back in as soon as he gets behind, dipping deep with a groan of satisfaction at having his cock back inside of you. His grip isn't tough but he manages to keep you nearly perfectly still in order for him to thrust as he pleases - quickly, precisely, chasing the morning's first release. Contrary to last night - maybe with it in mind - he doesn't smack as forcefully, which lets you enjoy how the slight aching mixes with the pleasure while he gets himself closer.

He holds you a little tighter…

Shakes when he breathes out…

Gasps - and bucking, without any real control-

"A-hh!…….…a-h-h!……….mmm!......." 

-lets go of his cum.

Surrendering to fatigue and relaxation, he falls on his back next to you even before the tied up condom hits the bottom of the bin. A perfect glow of sweat covers his body and face, which he frees from his hair with a backwards stroke before shaking his head at you with a smile.

As if first keeping a distance out of respect, the full scent of espresso infiltrates the room to remind you.

"Oh! Coffee..!"

There's no elation similar, knowing that first cup is minutes away, just a quick glance at your phone to see the time.

Five missed calls. A pit the size of Saturn opens in your stomach when you see they're all from the office - but you know you're off today.

"I have to…", you mumble before putting the phone to your ear, then mouth to Baekhyun. "Office."

"There you are! Where have you been..!"

"I…had to visit a friend at the hospital". A boldfaced lie, but a valid reason to be away for that long. "What's going on, everything okay there?"

"Argh..! Kiri's decided to cut her stay short, so she's coming up for the pitch today-"

"What!? When?"

"In…you have forty minutes-"

"WHAT!? I'll…", jumping off the bed you look here, there, everywhere, for your clothes, feeling like a headless chicken "I'll be there! Gotta go!"

Perplexed, Baekhyun looks at you running around.

"What's go-"

"Kiri'scomingtodayinfortyminutes!"

"Shit. Eh… Well, get in the shower, I'll find your clothes."

°

"Look at you. No one would have a clue you're not coming from home", Baekhyun smiles. 

Then he smiles.

And, wrapping his finger around the drawstring of your trousers, pulls it undone. Placing a ball of spit on two fingers he leans forward, opening his mouth to gently catch your lips with his while you feel the lifting of your hem and the brushing of his hand curving under it. It doesn't matter that he hasn't been working you up - his fingertips sliding over your clit is fantastic.

"Ah… I don't have time…"

You angle your legs out to give him more room, and with the extra space he carries down to your entrance and presses his middle finger inside. He hums, holding your lips longer, when he feels there's a slip for him to work with and carefully pushes a second finger in as well.

Standing next to bow-legged, leaning shoulder against the wall for support, you touch the bare skin of his torso. His fingers curving in-and-out, shallow kisses…you're immersed in everything in this quiet scene.

Without a word he moves you with him when he sits down, placing you on his leg. The hallway mirror reveals the picture of Baekhyun in only sweats with the contour of his hand undulating under your pants and you grabbing the armrest with your mouth open. It's only two fingers with short pumps, but it feels thick and your entrance quivers with gratification when his knuckles push onto it. There's no prize for staying composed so you collapse back, grabbing the back of his neck,   the way he doesn't resist putting his hand on your throat.

"Remember, now, I have neighbours", he whispers, angles his slick fingers upwards and rubs, entrance and clit.

"A-hh"

"Shh…" But he couldn't enjoy it more.

"A-hh…"

 Your leg twitches, fingers press his neck and the armrest threatens to crumble in your hands. The tips of his fingers are soft on the skin of your clit even when he flicks sideways; faster, finding a straight line to pull up your orgasm and amidst all the stroking, slipping, jerking, you choke - shaking, releasing it like fireworks onto him.

"Shh, shh", he whispers with delight, half covering your mouth while his fingers stroke down long then draw big circles, smearing out even more fluids.

"Agh..!" 

You twitch and grab his arm when the stimulation gets too strong, so he stops, but stays pressing down his hand.

After allowing you a few seconds to breathe, he sweeps his hand over your head as if tidying it up, laughing a little. 

"You're gonna be late if you don't get going soon."

"You…fuck you, Baekhyun…"

"Ouh, feisty. Or is that another proposition?"

•

Being professional is as easy as turning on a light switch but there's no denying that the light bulb seemed to be flickering a bit, with Baekhyun sneaking his way into your head when the presentations started. Not to mention that sitting down and even crossing your legs came at an aching prize. 

But disaster averted, success concluded, you finally get back home. Getting off work also meant giving your brain free reign and since you got into the taxi you'd been bombarded with the night's adventures, making the short drive home a very long one. 

In a way it's as if you're pretending to only be changing clothes when you pull the curtain half-way; pretending to just be exhausted and wanting to expel work wear and lie down for a minute. But of course it isn't.

Having gotten rid of your trousers and blouse, laying down in the cool sheets is incredible, but not enough to stop those thoughts. From such a cool way of inviting you over came such fire back at his place. His touch, his kissing, temperament, were all exquisite…

The way the contours of his thigh muscles showed when he lowered himself down, and he had such an expression on his face when he understood you thought he was getting on top of you but then realized he was serving up something different. How he had observed you while he put your legs over his shoulders, pulled you back, and pushed his cock down to your entrance…

You had to grip the sheets when he squeezed in. Slowly, but without stopping, he pressed his entire length in from the head to root, stretching your entrance as he thickened. He paused for a second, then drew back. Then in again, pressing deep while a groan escaped under his breath. When he drew back that time there was a devilish tug at his lip - he must've been delighted to see you'd happily go his way - and he didn't spend much time on gradually, moving quickly from a 4/4 of thrusting to letting out his beast entirely.

His hands firmly but not painfully secured your position as he violently snapped his pelvis against your ass, threatening to break himself - promising to bruise you. Shit, you haven't been fucked that hard since you had a punishment due, and maybe not even then… 

He hadn't objected when your legs slid down around him while he paused. No, he had to pace himself. Laughing under his breath, he bit his lip and pressed his body on top of yours, sliding his near bursting cock in again.

Rolling - grinding - into you, his hand enveloped your breast while his mouth caressed your cheek:

"Agh……mh!…why d'you make me wait so long-"

"Mh, fuck, why d'you wait…"

"-a-hh.......hhh……a-h-h…"

His hands, damp with sweat, had cupped your jaw and his eyes gleamed with such fevered excitement before he pressed his mouth onto yours. His kissing was succulent; wet, plush, deep and hot, moving along with the bounce from his hips. He'd broken it with a drawn out moan then steadied himself against the headboard above you. Uh, it was great, him doing one-twenty an hour, and how would you look if you hadn't cushioned his blows with your hands on his sides? God.

How he'd made this sound, like an angry roaring, just before he put everything he had left into it - into you - drilling:

tta, tta, tta,

tta, tta,

tta, tta-

"Aagh!"

Pounding, growling, he'd come. 

And the way he'd sunk down on his forearms to kiss you again and snapped his pelvis, still so turned on…

Feeling the pulsing between your legs you wonder if you shouldn't just call him. Text maybe, to not seem so desperate? "As if he'd take it like that, pff! Shit, should I?" You know he wouldn't mind. And you know you wouldn't mind a second serving…

He hadn't missed a beat when you nudged your knee against his chest. Only hummed "m-hm" and moved you properly over him. Flat, his tongue had run up your clit to taste and you already had to grab onto the headboard and fight the urge to ride or buck when he did his thing - kissing without any notion of force, only giving unadulterated pleasure. It made you feel decadent - depraved, even; in that still room all that was heard was the sound of his lips hugging and letting go while you felt the juice seeping out. And when he freed his glossy lips for a moment to push three fingers in he looked ready to go again - when you glanced back his cock was indeed lying long and hard against his stomach - but he kept on you, stroking his now drenched hand over your pussy.

"Sit down..." Parting your folds, he pointed his tongue and flicked it up and down, then again let the warmth of his mouth cover you, humming appreciatively with each taste while your abdomen tightened. "Mmm…..mmm………..How hard do you wanna come..?"

Even just lightly pulling at your underwear makes you hold your breath from pleasure. Thinking about him has made them slide so easily…

You push them aside…

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[hughungrybear]

10 QL Girls I (Might) Want Carnally

Why do this to me, @dribs-and-drabbles? 😭😭😭

Disclaimer: As I frequently state in numerous previous posts, I am asexual - but that does not mean I cannot appreciate a pretty lady (or guy) if they are in my line of sight 😅.

That said, I might not want them carnally but here are the girls I would probably go for if I find the energy to make romantic connections. 😅😅😅

In no particular order:

Love Pattranite

(He's Coming to Me, 2gether, Bad Buddy, Home School)

She's gorgeous and cute as a button. Plus even when she is playing a not-so-nice role (see early episodes of Home School), I still want to be on her side.

Aye Sarunchana

(P.S. I Hate You, Tale of a Thousand Stars, Be My Favorite)

I mean, just look at her. Plus she can act, sing, dance, and model. She's my equivalent of an Asian Barbie doll.

Yoshi Rinrada

(The Sign)

I completely understand why Yai is so whipped for Sand. If my SO is looking as gorgeous as that even when chewing god-knows-what, I would also probably kneel and beg for mercy for every (real or imaginary) transgression just to be on her good side.

Song Ji-Oh

(Semantic Error)

Cool, calm, collected, and would probably kick anyone's ass without hesitation if you annoy her. I wouldn't mind following this woman to the ends of the earth.

Pat Chayanit

(P.S. I Hate You, Midnight Museum, The Jungle)

I am not into BDSM but I would totally not mind if she's the dominatrix.

Jamie Juthapich

(P.S. I Hate You, Home School, The Jungle)

Yeah, I think I have a soft spot for so-called 'bad' girls - especially if they look like her 😅

Organ Rasee

(Bad Genius, Never Let Me Go, Laws of Attraction)

I think when they say MILF, they actually mean her. 😅

WJ Mild Lapassalan

(Ugly Duckling, Kiss Series, Happy Birthday, 3 Will Be Free, Girl Next Room, 46 Days, The Jungle)

Does not matter whether it is comedy, drama, psycho-thriller, horror, or sappy romance, she can do it all and do it well. Plus, have you seen her IG doing yoga/pilates posts? The girl is highly flexible.

Namtan Tipnaree

(Who Are You, Friend Zone, Wake Up Ladies, The Player, Last Twilight)

I didn't notice how pretty she was until she played Giwi in The Player. By gods, I would also be willing to commit crimes if my accomplice looks like that.

Xyriel Manabat

(Dirty Linen, Senior High)

I feel a bit guilty about this one as I have watched her act ever since she was a child. But damn, she grew up fine 😅😅😅

I feel like am annoying my mutuals by tagging them every single time so, if you see this and are up for it, consider yourself tagged! 😊

[theloveoftoms]

This Christmas - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Penny Benjamin

Summary: This Christmas, Maverick intends to find Penny the perfect gift. Will he succeed? Or will he wait until the 24th and end up asking Rooster for help?

A/N: in honour of top gun being on the paramount channel literally ALL day yesterday (you know I watched it more than once ;)), I decided to write this cute little Christmas story about Penny and Mav. I had such a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy! <3 🎄🤍 HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! xoxo - mac

Wordcount: 3.4k

For the past forty years or so, whenever Christmastime rolled around, Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell would make it his goal to wait until the eve of the 24th to do all of his Christmas shopping. Gifts for his family and friends would frequently be purchased at whichever 24 hour pharmacy was in closest proximity of whichever naval base he had been living on. Maverick would browse the isles for discounted chocolates, keychains, coffee mugs, and other little nicknacks that could be found. By the till, he would grab whichever roll of wrapping paper was left, and wrap the presents in his car on the way to wherever he was going. It was simple, and it was maverick.

But this Christmas was going to be different. It was the first Christmas that he was spending with Penny and her daughter Amelia. Maverick didn't want to be seen as the boyfriend who waited until the very last minute to get his gorgeous lady - and her daughter - a gift that still had the price tag on it. He wanted to set a good example. He wanted to show both Penny and Amelia that he was really committed this time, and that he was finally ready to keep his feet on the ground - or at least in the San Diego area when he was up in the air.

Maverick's Christmas preparations begun in the first week of November. One night while Penny was running Amelia to the mall for an eyeshadow palette that she needed to have, Maverick found himself alone at home. And for some reason, the thought of Christmas popped into his mind. Maybe it was that he had been standing right beside the fire place, or maybe it was the universe's way of telling him to be a proper gentleman. Anyways, however the cause, it made Maverick realize that he wanted to give his girls a Christmas to remember.

November involved Maverick looking over Penny's shoulder any time she was looking at something online, which she rarely did. And for all of November, all she had browsed online was a pair of Uggs that she bought for Amelia's birthday, kitchen-aid mixer attachments, and various skin care products that maverick had a hard time telling apart from one another. To him, nothing could compare to a three-in-one wash that was good for hair, face, and body.

However, as the month of December rose into effect, and the generally warm San Diego air began to feel brisk and unfamiliar on Maverick's face, he realized that time was running out. So, on a Friday night while Penny was busy working at The Hard Deck, and Amelia was off at a friends for a sleepover, Maverick did the one thing that no middle-aged man should do on his own; go to the mall.

So, he hopped on his motorcycle and ventured down the interstate until he reached the district of Mission Valley, where the biggest outlet mall of the area was located. For a Friday night, the shopping mall was busier than Maverick had expected.

As the laughter of a group of lanky teenagers sitting at a nearby bus stop filled the air, a pit of worry began to spiral in Maverick's stomach as he begun his walk inside. His breath, what was usually composed of long, slow intervals of inhalations and exhalations turned into shallow dives as he walked up the pathway to the mall. Yes, you heard me, Pete Mitchell was nervous. He was nervous to go into the shopping mall.

When was the last time that Maverick had been to a shopping centre? The 90's? Early 2000's? Why on earth would he go to the mall? What would he even buy? But then, looking at his phone noticing his background, maverick remembered why he was here, he was going to get a gift for Penny and Amelia.

Amelia was easy to shop for, after all, she had emailed Maverick a very detailed list of items that she wanted for Christmas. The list was even complete with pictures, store locations, prices, and sizes. So as quickly as he could, Maverick walked into the Hollister that was located on the second floor of the mall, and browsed the shelves for the clothing that Amelia had wanted.

But within seconds of looking in the young women's department, and hopelessly getting lost in exactly which lilac coloured shirt it was that Amelia wanted, he decided to ask the employee, who was likely not much older than his Amelia herself, for help.

But just as Maverick was about to open his mouth to speak, the girl with auburn hair directed her gaze to him, "You look like you need some help sir."

Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, "Was it that obvious," and showed the girl the list on his phone.

And for the next twenty minutes or so, the employee, who's name-tag read "Amy," led him around the store and picked up one of every piece of clothing that was on Amelia's "Clothing" section of the list. And as Maverick followed her around the store, he hung the shirts and skirts, and pairs of jeans over his shoulder like one might with a towel before they shower.

"Would you like gift-wrap with that sir?" Amy asked him as she scanned through the pile of clothing that was set down in a heap on the counter. And Maverick, who didn't really have faith in his gift wrapping abilities agreed.

So, after Amy would scan an item, she would fold it neatly and then place it in the box, one atop of another, until she needed to begin another box. "Is this for your daughter?" Amy asked, folding the very last item, a cropped knit sweater that made Maverick nervous. But the comment, the very thing that Amy asked him, made his heart swell. Amelia was the daughter he never had. And Maverick, as trying as ever, was the father that left her and her mom. A comment like this would make Maverick smile just a little but more, enhancing the smile-lines forming in his seemingly ageless face.

The first time Amelia called him dad was when Maverick answered the door to one of her friends, and Amelia, who's hair was half-curled for the school dance, greeted her friend "Hey Chels, ugh dont mind my dad, come on, lets go get ready!" As brief as the conversation was, Maverick heard it, and although she called him Mav more than she called him Dad, he knew that what they had was special.

"Yes," Maverick replied confidently, smiling softly to himself as the employee tied a bright red ribbon around the box.

Amy offered him the machine, and a number popped up that made Maverick wonder why a cropped shirt must cost more than that of a full one. Seeing the numbers, three digits in, maverick looked up, raising an eyebrow at the cashier, "is this the total?" he asked with shock.

Amy nodded, "yes sir." And a defeated Maverick who cared for Amelia dearly, inserted his card and said goodbye to that new pair of sunglasses he had wanted to buy himself.

With two medium sized Hollister boxes tucked beneath either arm, Maverick walked out of the store and through the busy mall foyer. Each time he passed a window, he would peer in, looking if there was a gift suitable enough for Penny. But the clothes in the window weren't Penny's style. And a previous gift, a black leather jacket, that Maverick had gotten Penny for her birthday that was still unused said otherwise that perhaps Maverick shouldn't get his girlfriend clothing.

So as his feet grew tired, and the night carried on, Maverick continued to wander through the mall. He wandered into stores whenever he thought he saw something, and out of the stores whenever he realized that in fact he didn't. He had been there for nearly three hours, and the only other things he had purchased were a new pair of headphones, a baby blue water bottle, and a pack of fun coloured things called 'squishmallows' that Maverick had never heard of until that night. And each one of those things were for Amelia.

The only thing he had found for Penny was a box of peppermint bark chocolates and a pair of fuzzy socks that had winter-time drawings of polar bears on them. Yes he had green her something, but Maverick wanted to get her something special.

It was hopeless, Penny Benjamin was impossible to shop for.

So as Maverick walked slowly back to his motorcycle in the dark of the night, wandering how on earth he was going to drive home with two boxes of clothing and a another bag of Amelia's presents, he felt a sense of defeat that he had not managed to find one real present for Penny.

Each morning on his way to the base, Maverick would park his bike and walk down a different street of Coronado in hopes of finding something for Penny. He wandered into a book store, and then out when he wasn't sure if Penny even liked to read at all. He did this every day for a week, and by the time Christmas Eve rolled around, he was starting to get nervous. So much so, that he began to debate asking her what it is that she wanted, but mid-way through typing the text, Maverick decided against it as it was Christmas Eve and he didn't want Penny to think that he had done what he had done and not gotten her anything at all. So, he did the next best thing. He asked Rooster.

For all of the morning, Maverick had spent his time tracking down Rooster on the base, which was not an easy thing to do. Especially when he was in a meeting with a couple of the on-base commanders and Admirals. Maverick, the man with with quite the back bone, knocked on the door to the board room where the meeting was being held, and interjected whatever naval business was going on there. He cleared his throat, "Pardon my interruption, but I am going to need to borrow Lieutenant Bradshaw for a moment."

Cyclone, who gave Maverick a disapproving look, rolled his eyes and waved for Rooster to go. Rooster, who hated meetings, wasted no time in the act. "Thanks for the save Mav," he said, patting him on the shoulder once he got out into the hallway.

"If you think I called you out here just to talk, you're wrong Bradshaw," Maverick spoke, leading Rooster down the hallway.

"Well what is it then?" he asked.

Maverick thought about how he should word this next phrase. Would he rush into to, would he stagger it? But eventually, he settled on putting it all out in the open, "I didn't get a Christmas gift for Penny."

Bradley's eyes went wide, and then he began to laugh, "Mav," he chuckled, "You can't be serious!"

"I wish I was joking," Maverick spoke defeatedly, "but she is impossible to shop for."

"What?" rooster laughed, "You didn't want to get her some mouthwash and a box of chocolates from the pharmacy?" he chuckled, gesturing at the gift that mav had gotten him last year.

"Well, I can see who's getting the hemorrhoid cream this year Bradley," Maverick said as he slapped an arm around the boy.

"Ha ha, very funny," Rooster teased, "but why are you asking me?" he asked.

Maverick threw his hands up in the air in that usual dramatic way of his, "I'm asking myself the same thing," he groaned, "But I dunno, you seem to have it all figured out with Phoenix, and as much as I hate to admit it, I could probably learn a thing or two from you."

Rooster smiled, "Well, if you're going to flatter me like that, I suppose I could help you."

So, the pair, who were still clad in their flight suits, wandered out to the parking lot and hopped into Rooster's Ford Bronco, because two grown men sitting together on a motorcycle was something that neither one of them had wanted to experience.

As Rooster started the car up, the piano chorus of "Great Balls of Fire" sang through the stereo. It made maverick smile. "You really are just like him Bradley."

Bradley looked to Maverick, and then looked away, turning the radio down, trying to hide the smile that was spread across his face. There was a time where Rooster would have hated being told that, especially by Maverick. But over the past year, the two had grown close like they once had been. Maverick was practically his father. And although he would never admit it, Rooster thought of him like a father. Maverick could never replace his dad, but he could tell Rooster stories that made him embrace the past instead of run away from it.

"Where are we off to Bradley?" Maverick asked him as the vehicle pulled out the gates of Top Gun.

"Theres this little jewelry store on Orange avenue that 'Tash can't get enough of," Bradley spoke, "I hope you brought your Mastercard."

Maverick rolled his eyes, knowing he would probably spend a bit more money than he had planed to.

The quaint jewelry store called Diamonds of the Sea was nestled in-between a coffee shop and a restaurant that was located a mile or two off base. And Maverick and Rooster, who were both dressed in their government-issued uniforms and uniquely similar pair of aviators, pushed open the door delicately enough to make the chiming of the bell startle them. Jewelry stores scared Maverick. He always felt out of place in them. They didn't quite scare him as much as shopping malls did, but then again, he didn't particularly feel at his best in either of them. But at-least Rooster was here to offer his opinion and keep him some company.

The cases of glass filled the store, each one with a different variation of the same diamond ring, necklace, or bracelet. The details were microscopic; you had to know what to look for. And when Maverick saw just how many different pieces of jewellery were there, be began to feel just a bit in over his head.

"Bradley!" the store clerk greeted him with a smile, "Back again I see?" she asked in a cheerful tone.

Bradley shook his head, "Not me this time, Jessica. My friend Maverick here needs a present for someone special."

And for some reason, when Rooster described Penny as being someone special to Maverick, a blush crept up the back of his neck, making a warm pool of adoration rise in his chest.

"Well Maverick," Jessica smiled, extending her hand eloquently, "it's lovely to meet you. Do you have any ideas in mind of what you're looking to acquire?"

"A necklace," Maverick spoke, still a little bit unsure of himself, "But I don't really know what exactly it is I am looking for."

Jessica chuckled softly to herself, "If only you knew how many men in your position have said that to me this past week."

"Could you tell me something about this special someone Maverick?" Jessica said, "It might be a bit easier to help you decide if I know a bit about them."

But just as Maverick was about to speak, Rooster took the liberty of speaking on his behalf. "Its for his girlfriend," Rooster replied, "They've been on and off again since the 80's but now Mav here has finally decided to settle down."

Maverick ran a hand through his hair to hide the embarrassment that crept upon his face, "thanks for telling Jess here my whole life story."

Jessica laughed, "well how about we get the two of you situated in the consult room and we'll bring you a couple of selections and some champagne."

Maverick agreed.

Jessica, who's wage was paid mainly by commission, pulled out all the stops. In the consult room, she brought the two men a stack of necklaces with a range of prices. Some were silver and some were gold, and one had a light pink hue to it. But Maverick didn't like any of them. So, Jessica brought back another stack, and another, and decided to leave the guys alone with their thoughts for a while.

"What about this one?" Rooster offered, holding up a silver locket with a delicate heart-shape that you could insert a photo into. To which Maverick almost immediately shook his head, "its not Penny."

This routine went on for a while. Rooster would make a suggestion, and then Maverick would shoot it down. Poor Rooster, who was still very much wanted in the meeting with Cyclone was now occupied at a jeweller, helping his instructor and friend pick out a gift for his girlfriend.

An hour passed, and the two began sipping at the champagne that Jessica had brought, and the suddenly, Maverick saw it, the perfect necklace for Penny. He stood up slowly, holding the necklace carefully in his hands. It was like a scene from a movie. A moment of realization. This was it. This was Penny.

The necklace was composed of a faded gold chain that was almost brass in colour. And on the chain, a single charm. An anchor. It was simple, it was delicate, and most importantly, it was Penny.

Penny loved to sail, and although Maverick didn't admit it when Rooster had asked him about it, the anchor did depict something more that Penny's love for sailing.

To Maverick, it described his commitment to her. The anchor was a symbol that represented his willingness to stay and build a life with her. He may have missed out on it before, but now he was here, settled down as best as he could be, his feet on the ground; most of the time, whenever he wasn't flying. Penny was his anchor and he never wanted to let her go.

The necklace had costed more than Maverick would have hoped, but nothing was enough for his Penny. So, he had Jessica wrap it up in a signature sand-toned box, complete with a little white bow, and he placed it securely into the chest pocket of his flight suit.

So that night, while Amelia and Maverick were curled up on the couch, listening to whichever home alone movie happened to be on tv that night, Penny was busy in the laundry room, doing her weekly wash of Maverick's uniforms. She checked the pockets, as she usually did, but just as she was about to throw the deep green suit into the washing machine, she noticed something unusual in the chest pocket, a box, one that made Penny gasp. One that made Penny gasp loud enough to have both Amelia and Maverick come running into the laundry room to see what was the matter.

And when the two of them arrived, the box was held open and tears were pooling in Penny's eyes. "What is it mom?" Amelia asked, enticed to see what exactly was making her mother smile brightly amid her misty eyes.

"Maverick," she smiled with eyes of salt, "Its beautiful."

Amelia, who sensed that this was a special moment between her mother and Maverick to share, smiled at the both of them on the way out, "the commercials just ended, I'm going to go finish watching the movie."

Penny nodded and Maverick patted Amelia on the back on her way out, mouthing her a silent 'thank you.'

"You know Penny," Maverick said, looking up to meet her oceanic eyes, "you weren't supposed to see that until tomorrow."

Penny smiled, "well, maybe you should start doing your laundry" she laughed.

"Do you like it?" Maverick asked shyly, a blush of anticipation creeping up on the back of his neck.

"Maverick," Penny gushed, opening her arms and extending them around him, "this is the most perfect gift that anyone has ever gotten me. I love it, and I love you."

Maverick enclosed her in an embrace, pulling her close to his chest, placing a kiss at the top of her head. "Merry Christmas Penny," he said, smiling into her hair.

"Merry Christmas Pete."

[flownintothesun]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 who wished Westley and Marin a happy birthday. Today has been a bit of a rough day, and those well wishes made it a bit better, so thank you dearly, I appreciate you. ♡

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @batteredoptimist for being my best friend, partner in so much not-crime, my co-author and my sounding board. Thank you for loving these hellions like they're your own. They absolutely love you right back. Thank you for indulging in my ideas, for the love, for bringing our worlds and characters to life through our discussions, through our writing and through your gorgeous art... and for asking about my sailor boy all that time ago. Of all of the things I am grateful to Westley for, I think my favorite is that he brought us closely together. That means a lot to me, and so do you. You should always, always know that.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @dutyworn and @wehavefoundthestars for sending asks today. Those made me feel very warm and fuzzy and cared about. Thank you both for showing interest in Westley and Marin both and helping me grow in their development and put them in different situations. Thank you for believing in my writing enough to give original characters a chance when I come from big canon blogs.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @unfinishedbusincss for wishing them an early birthday last week because I broke out the limoncello (oops!). Thank you for coming back to Tumblr and being here. Thank you for giving me every single reason in the world to poke at Marin's siren lore and explore her in new ways (and for allowing Westley to torture Izzy and Ed, although admittedly I think Westley's the one being tortured right now and he kinda likes it.) Thank you for trusting me with your Anne. I hope to do these two badass ladies so much justice, and I can't wait to meet more of your muses as they make their way into the world of Tumblr.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @imprvdente for sending a sweet birthday message and for always having AMAZING ideas for me to mull over and think about. It's because of things like that I get excited and see so much potential in all of my muses. Because you see the potential in them too. I'm really glad we met. I really admire your writing and am glad you gave my crew a chance and that you're as excited to explore the depths of their connections as I am. I am seriously so unbelievably excited to explore the worlds we're creating. Also, your message really meant a lot to me today, thank you.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to those of you who liked my birthday post for them: @ofburningsouls ; @sacrivoiced ; @spynorth & @sylkshe in addition to the other lovely people I just mentioned. Don't ever think that being kind and hitting the heart doesn't make a difference, it absolutely does. Thank you for your care.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to Westley and Marin's writing partners. I'm not going to tag all of you because I don't want to accidentally forget anyone. Thank you to every single person who has encouraged me to grow as a writer and a person. Thank you also for those who are making eyes emojis at Westley and Marin and haven't reached out yet. I am so grateful to all of you, and appreciate the hell out of you being here.

[joy-of-life88]

Can I love again? [a Roman Reigns story] 27 Breakfast in bed

As quietly as I could, I went back into the bedroom and saw with contentment that Roman was still fast asleep. Smiling, I put the tray with the prepared breakfast on my bedside tables before I very carefully crawled into bed.

Then I slid close to the side of my sleeping husband. I lifted my hand and brushed a few hairs from his face. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Normally I found it nice to just watch him sleep, but today I had no patience for that.

I leaned toward him and kissed his cheek until I reached his ear. Then I began to whisper, hoping it wouldn't take long for him to wake up.

"Good morning Romeo. Wake up birthday boy." I whispered while stroking his cheek at the same time.

Roman groaned a little, but didn't wake up yet. I frowned and tried again.

"I have gifts for you, my gorgeous husband. And I made you breakfast." I breathed into his ear.

This time I had more success, because slowly his eyelids began to flutter.

"Hey, good morning my love! Happy birthday!" I said and leaned in to give him a kiss.

"Good morning angel and thank you. What smells so good in here?" replied Roman as he sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard.

"Well... I made you a very special birthday breakfast. You can choose whatever you want. I made pancakes, bacon, hash browns, scrambled eggs, sausage and toast. There is coffee and juice. Whatever your heart desires." I said.

"You are amazing, Y/N! How did you and the nugget sleep?" he wanted to know as he put one arm around my shoulders while the other rested on my now 20 week baby bump.

Roman was so proud every time our little one moved. What he didn't know yet was that his breakfast contained another surprise.

"Oh we slept well. Now let's eat before it gets cold. What do you want?" I said as I broke away from him and brought the tray to us on the bed.

"This all looks so great. I don't even know where to start." he praised.

"May I suggest the pancakes, Romeo? They contain a special surprise for you." I suggested, waiting for his reply.

"I love your pancakes." replied Roman.

"Then pancakes it is," I said as I pushed the plate towards him.

"But what's surprising about that, angel?" he asked as he cut himself a piece.

"Oh just look real close." I laughed.

I watched as he looked very closely at the cut pancakes. He looked a little confused. Maybe it was a little too early in the morning for puzzles.

"Why are they pink?" he wanted to know, looking at me.

"Well...." I said, then meaningfully put a hand on my stomach.

"Oh my god! Are you serious?" he gasped and immediately dropped his fork.

In the next second, I was in his arms.

"We're getting a little princess? This is absolutely amazing. I'm so happy, angel." he said as he emphasized word for word with a kiss on my lips, nose or cheeks.

"Yes, we do. After the doctor couldn't see anything last time and you were so disappointed, I went back yesterday and had an additional ultrasound. I was hoping to have better luck this time because I thought how nice it would be to surprise you for your birthday. And it actually worked!" I explained to him as I took his hands in mine and gently placed them over the spot where I could feel our nugget.

The young lady obviously wanted to congratulate her daddy on his special day, too. It wouldn't surprise me at all if Roman later became her favorite. Daddy's girl through and through. She took after me on that one. He was my favorite person, too, after all.

"That's the best birthday present anyone could get, angel. I love you. And Nugget of course. Thank you so much." Roman then said.

"I love you too, Roman. But that's not all for today. Later this afternoon we will have a party with your family. And I have other gifts for you," I replied proudly.

"Really? When did you plan all this?" he wanted to know.

"I've had enough time doing the week when I was alone. But... since I'm not supposed to travel so much from now on, I'll be home a lot. And since you're on Smackdown now, it wouldn't make sense to work for Raw anymore anyway. And as soon as the Nugget is born, I'm sure I'll have enough to do with her. So I think it would be best to quit," I explained.

"You can do whatever you want, Y/N. I supported you in every decision. And honestly, I have to admit that I didn't like that you were traveling alone all the time," he replied.

"I know what you mean. I didn't like it either. But enough of that now. Nugget is hungry. And you need to eat too, birthday boy," I said, and then gave him another kiss.

Then we shared the now almost cold breakfast, but we didn't care. The moment had been just too beautiful to worry about it.