#i was so excited for that patio too 😭

[defiledtomb]

waking up feeling like a cinder block & having two meetings & at the end of those get a call to find out that I didn't get the apartment because I had to have been employed for 27 more days than I currently have been. I need to put myself into the washing machine on the carpet cycle. forever. goodbye.

[starkwlkr]

fever dream | sebastian vettel

part 2 part 3

warnings: toxic soon to be ex husband who cheats on reader (if i miss anything, let me know!!)

update: i decided to make this into a series, thanks for reading!! you can read it here!

AN: THIS SAYS THAT SEB AND THE READER WERE TEAM MATES FOR 2014 AND 2015 THATS A MISTAKE SORRY I ONLY MEANT TO PUT 2014 😭

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“luke, alison! your aunt y/n is here!” your sister yelled as she opened the door to her home. in a matter of seconds, loud footsteps were heard running down the stairs. “no running!”

but still the kids didn’t listen, they were excited to see their aunt. “hey, my babies! oh my god, you two have grown so much. stop growing!” you hugged your niece and nephew.

“i’m almost as tall as mom!” alison, the younger sister, said.

“liar, that’s just what dad says to make you feel better. i’m going to grow more than you and then i’ll be taller than you.” luke teased.

“you both can be tall, but never as tall as me.” you joked as you placed a kiss on their cheeks.

“are you going to stay with us forever?” alison asked innocently. “dad said that you don’t want to stay with your husband anymore and you’re going to stay with us.”

“alison!”

the truth was hard for little kids to understand. yes, you were going to stay with your sister for a few days and yes, you didn’t want to stay with your husband anymore, but it was a bit more complicated than that. your husband had cheated, lied, manipulated you and you had enough. he was the reason you couldn’t come back to the sport you loved and worked your whole life for.

“well i am going to be staying here, but not forever. i just needed a break from him, it’s normal.” you tried to explain to the girl.

“but my mom and dad don’t take breaks?”

“alison, just go to your room, you too luke, please. dinner is going to be ready in an hour.” your sister said, feeling embarrassed that alison would ask those questions.

“what did i do?” the older boy whines as he and his sister walked up to their rooms.

“i’m sorry. i spoke to jack the night you called. we were cleaning up the table after dinner, i assume she heard.” your sister explained.

“it’s okay, they’ll understand when they’re older. not everyone is cut out to be loved . . .”

or a mother.

only a few people had known about your issues with infertility, your sister and lewis being two of them. after you retired from f1, you were sure that in a couple months, you were going to be busy with doctor’s appointments, buying baby clothes and building a crib, but none of that happened. after a year of trying, you were convinced you weren’t meant to be a mom.

you thought about returning to the track, after all many drivers returned after saying they were retiring, why couldn’t you? but that plan was spoiled by the man you thought loved you.

“you can’t go back, you don’t belong there. it’s a man’s sport. you’re probably going to crash in the first lap anyways.”

you didn’t know why you stayed with him, but you did. maybe it was the promises he kept telling you about or the hopefulness that one day you would become parents and maybe he would change. but again, none of that happened.

“um, i have to call someone. i’ll be right back. excuse me.” you told your sister as you walked to the patio door and exited the house. without hesitating, you clicked on a familiar contact. you held your phone against your ear and waited for the person on the other end to pick up. it felt like forever, but eventually they picked up the call.

“hello?”

[hoe4hotchner]

I loved bakery owner reader x loyal customer hotch SO MUCH 😭😭😭

Can you please make one where the team finally meets her? Maybe on Penelope’s birthday since she is the most excited about the relationship 😅. Maybe he shows up at Dave’s house with reader by surprise

A sweet surprise, a warmer welcome | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bakery owner fem!reader | WC: 0.8k | CW: it's fluff so none

String lights hung in the backyard, casting a warm glow over the patio, and the smell of grilling steaks, vegetables, and whatever vegetarian dish Penelope had brought along filled the air. Music played softly in the background, and laughter mixed with the hum of conversation.

But despite the cheerful atmosphere, the team couldn’t help but wonder about one thing: Hotch.

Ever since Penelope had found the picture of him with you the team had been curious about the woman who had brought some light into their usually reserved boss’s life. Penelope, in particular, was buzzing with excitement, though she had promised to let Hotch decide when to introduce his partner to the team - and hold her horses on looking into your background.

"Do you think he's coming?" Penelope whispered to Emily as they watched Morgan tend to the grill. “I mean, I don't expect him to bring her, but it would be the best birthday surprise.”

Emily smiled, taking a sip of her wine. “Who knows? He’s full of surprises lately.”

Meanwhile, Hotch parked his car in Rossi’s driveway, your hand resting in his as he turned off the engine. You had been nervous about meeting his team - they sounded like a close-knit group, full of strong personalities - but Hotch had assured you they would welcome you with open arms. Still, the nervous energy in your stomach was undeniable.

“You ready?” Hotch asked, his voice calm and reassuring as he turned to you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You took a breath and smiled softly. “As ready as I probably can be.”

Hotch chuckled. “Don’t worry, they’re excited to meet you, especially Penelope.”

You laughed at that. “Penelope, your tech guru who figured out we were dating just from a picture? That Penelope?” You tried to recall the information he had told you about each member of the team.

He smiled. “That’s the one. She’s been asking about you ever since.”

The thought of the team being so eager to meet you made you feel more at ease. With a final glance at each other, Hotch led you to the front door, the faint sound of laughter and music drifting from the backyard. As he opened the door, you could hear what you assumed was Penelope’s voice, based on the information Hotch had told you, and the reality of the moment settled in.

Before stepping outside, Hotch paused, turning to you with a soft smile. “I’m happy that you wanted to come.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his words. “Me too.”

Together, you walked into the backyard, hand in hand. The conversation started to quiet as people noticed you arriving. It was JJ who spotted you first, her eyes widening as she nudged Will. “Guys, look.”

All heads turned in your direction, and for a moment, the team was silent, taking in the sight of Hotch with his arm around you. Penelope, however, couldn’t hold back her excitement for long.

“Oh. My. Gosh!” she squealed, practically bouncing with joy. “You brought her!”

Hotch smiled at her enthusiasm. “Surprise.”

She rushed forward, arms open as she enveloped you in a warm hug before you even had a chance to introduce yourself. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! We’ve all been waiting for this day!”

You returned the hug, smiling. “It’s nice to meet you too, Penelope. I’ve heard so much about everyone.”

Penelope pulled back, beaming, and gestured to the rest of the team. “This is Emily, Derek, JJ, and of course, you already know Rossi.”

Rossi walked over with a grin, wiping his hands on a towel. “Welcome. Hotch hasn’t said much, but we’ve been looking forward to this.”

You chuckled. “I’m just glad to finally meet all of you.”

The rest of the team gathered around, offering greetings and introductions. Morgan shook your hand with a grin. “So you’re the one who’s been making our boss a little less strict lately. Nice to meet you.”

You blushed slightly. “I just make the coffee and bread, really. He did the rest himself.”

Hotch smiled softly. “You do a lot more than that.”

Emily leaned in toward Penelope with a teasing smile. “Okay, you were right. Best birthday surprise ever.”

Penelope practically glowed with happiness. “I knew it! Hotch, you’ve been holding out on us, but I forgive you because she’s perfect.”

You laughed along with the group, feeling the warmth and acceptance from each of them. Hotch stayed close by, his hand still gently holding yours. He seemed more at ease, surrounded by his friends and with you by his side.

Rossi raised his glass, signaling for everyone to do the same. “To Penelope’s and to meeting the woman who’s made Hotch happier than we’ve seen him in a long time.”

The group cheered, glasses clinking together in celebration. As the night went on, you found yourself fitting seamlessly into their dynamic, sharing stories and laughter. Hotch remained close, always attentive, and though it was Penelope’s special day, it was clear that you were the true surprise that made the evening unforgettable.

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | fifteen.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.6k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, surprise bday party for oc!!, but another day of seonghwa getting on yunho's [everyone's] nerves, yunho is fucking cute 😭 they are fucking cute ok!!, alcohol consumption/intoxication, kisses, making out, shower smut scene (not super descriptive), more angry protective yunho comes in the next update i promise!

"I'm so sorry, babe. I know it's your birthday, but I have to take care of this family thing really quickly." Chaery whines over the phone. "I'll be back before it hits midnight, and we can have our own little celebration, okay? Just me, you and the boys. Enjoy your day with Yunho for now, please." You sigh heavily, bummed that your bestfriend wouldn't be around until later.

"Okay."

"I'll be there, I promise."

"Okay, Chaery." You fiddle with the hem of Yunho's sheets.

"I love you! I have to go and take care of this so that I can come back sooner!"

"I love you, too." You respond, ending the call. You silently sit criss-crossed on Yunho's bed, staring at the phone now sitting below you. Yunho walks in just as he's hopped out the shower, immediately keeping you company while you sulk and pout to yourself.

"Why the long face, princess?"

"I'm just bummed I won't get to see my friends until right before midnight. I get that they have stuff to do but they've always celebrated my birthday with me." You sigh. "I dunno why this time had to be different. Soobin says he's stuck studying with his project group and Seungmin literally is nowhere to be found right now." Your bottom lip pokes out and Yunho thinks you are the cutest thing in the world. He wishes he could tell you, but he doesn't wanna slip up and ruin your surprise. So, he plays along, also poking his bottom lip out.

"I'm sorry, love." Yunho sits on the edge of the bed, hand coming to caress your chin. "I promise I'll make your birthday worthwhile. Okay? Then your friends will be home and I'll get you back as soon as possible." You continue to pout while you nod in agreement. "No more." Yunho chuckles, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. "Please trust me to make your birthday better."

"I do."

"Okay then no more of this." He taps on your bottom lip. "Now, can I ask you to please get dressed so I can take you to dinner?"

"Or.. we can stay here. I'm okay with staying in." You cup his cheeks and he shakes his head.

"As much as I love doing that with you—" He taps the tip of your nose. "No can do, baby. I have to take you to dinner cause we have other plans afterwards."

"What are these plans?"

"Mm, you can't do that." He stands and walks towards his closet. "You placed your trust in me, so don't go back on it now." You let out a playful sigh as you step down from his bed and go through your duffle bag. Because Yunho told you to keep it pretty casual, you slip into your denim mini skirt, a black baby tee, your baseball jacket and converse highs. Yunho spins you around and puckers his lips, playfully [but sweetly] complimenting you as he holds your hand and guides you to the car.

Yunho has a casual dinner planned at one of your favorite restaurants downtown, reserving a table in the beautiful patio underneath one of the outdoor heaters. You squeal when you're able to order your favorite savory crepe after craving it for some time, Yunho giggling at how excited you look when the food finally arrives. The both of you always have neverending conversations about life, school; amongst other topics you find interesting. Conversations are always so fun and lively with Yunho, and it's one of your favorite parts about him. He's comfortable enough to be his silly self, while playing along with your own humor and bad jokes— always making you feel like his one and only special girl.

When it's time for dessert, Yunho has the waitress bring over a slice of cheesecake with a single candle lit in the center— singing along with the staff as they sing happy birthday. He captures a few candid photos just as you're about to make a wish and blow your candle, full on heart eyes when he looks at you through his phone screen.

"Here." He shows you the photos. "The prettiest." You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "Wonder if she has a boyfriend." He looks at the photo, making you laugh.

"Stop." You take some of your cheesecake and feed him some, feeling content and satisfied with dinner. "So, what's next?"

"Are you finished?" You nod. "Alright. Not telling you, though." He clears his throat before calling the waitress over for the check. "Have you heard from your roommates?" You check your phone as the receipt arrives, Yunho signing off on the bottom line.

"No." You sigh. "Ah well, I guess I'll hear from them when I hear from them, right?" He nods.

"You'll see them before it hits midnight, baby. They wouldn't miss it for a thing." You shrug.

"I know. I am having a good time with you, though."

"Good." He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you out of the restaurant patio and back to the car. Once situated in the passenger seat, Yunho leans over and sweetly asks for a kiss before he drives off. The kiss continues on though, and Yunho is forcing himself to break the kiss [before he takes you home and forgets the entire plan he worked so hard on]. "Mm, Y/N. Please." He slightly hisses, feeling his boxers become a bit tight around the area. "I have to take you to the next spot."

"Really?"

"Yes." He laughs and takes out a blindfold, causing you to raise a brow at the item in his hand.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"My pocket." He smirks. "You still trust me, right?"

"Mhm. I think?"

"Alright, gonna have to put this on you."

"Kinky." You tease as you fix your position and let Yunho properly fix the blindfold on you.

"Could show you kinky if you want." You snort when he sits back into the driver's seat. "Not too tight?"

"Nope." He begins to drive off to the next destination.

"Cool. Off we go then."

It's probably a good [but long behind the blindfold] 10 minutes before you feel Yunho entering a lot and parking the car. He tells you to stay put, helping you out from the passenger side before guiding you into a building.

It is loud, and it sounds familiar.

"Yunho, why are we at a bowling alley?"

"Because." He says, pausing in his steps before removing your blindfold. As soon as you regain your vision, you see all of your friends in front of you, including your mom, dad and sister. "Remember when you said you and your family love to bowl, but haven't in awhile?" 

"Surprise!" They all yell loudly, your family reaching you first for tight hugs and sweet greetings.

"Happy birthday!" Yeosang playfully ruffles your hair before pulling you into a hug.

"Are you serious?" You feel your bottom lip tremble as you begin to cry greeting the rest of your friends. "I thought you two had to take care of stuff. A-and you, you've been MIA all day?!" You cry at your roommates, making them laugh.

"I had to make it more believable than these two." Seungmin laughs.

"Babe, did you really think we'd stupidly miss your birthday?" Chaery holds you close.

"Yes." You pout.

"Yunho's been planning this for awhile, and we would never miss it for the world." She points at the balloons, cake and gifts. "You've got a keeper." She says with a big smile, rubbing your arm to stop you from crying. You continue to greet the rest of the group around, noticing a few other people from school also hanging out for your birthday festivities.

"Birthday shots?!" Yeonjun yells, ordering for a round of shots to be delivered to the lanes. Before everyone takes their shot, your dad makes a little speech for your birthday, thanking Yunho for bringing everyone together on your special day. Yunho stands behind you, allowing you to rest against him while he adds onto your dad's speech— thanking everyone for helping plan and coming along to celebrate.

"Happy birthday, baby." He whispers in your ear.

"Thank you." You look up at him and give him a peck on the lips.

"Happy birthday to our Y/N!" Hyunjin yells, giving everyone leverage to down the first shot of the night. Bowling begins shortly afterwards, with your family and friends sharing lanes to kick off some friendly competition. You continue to take a few more shots with friends in between bowling, conversing with everyone and having a good time with the people you love being under one roof. As you converse and happily yell around with your friends, your eyes land on Yunho across the room. He meets your gaze, his smile growing as he keeps his eyes on you mid-conversation with your mom and sister in between his turns.

And god, he just wants to kiss you, hold you, do everything in his power to show you just how much you mean to him. 

He loves you.

His laugh is what breaks the contact, your sister probably teasing him about your relationship or spitting random jokes about the two of you growing up. You giggle to yourself feeling the butterflies in your tummy, wondering how on earth you've gotten so lucky with him.

"I hope you've been having a good birthday so far." Chaery squeezes your arm and leans her head on your shoulder.

"I am." You laugh. "Well, I was kinda upset about you guys because I really believed we wouldn't be able to celebrate together."

"Never." Chaery giggles. "Come on, let's go order some more drinks."

"It's almost your turn!" Jongho yells. 

"Bowl for me!" Chaery responds as she drags you to the bar and food area. The two of you order some delicious, fruity cocktails, chatting away with the friendly bartender who sweetly puts the drinks on the house. At this point, you're feeling a good buzz, cheeks hot with the alcohol running through your veins. You and Chaery stick around for a bit with the bartender while tasting your drinks, Yunho eyeing the place to find any sign of you.

But, it's not you he sees first, no.

It's Park Seonghwa.

It's Seonghwa walking into the bowling alley with Mingi and San, and his smile instantly drops. Why the fuck was Seonghwa here, and why did it have to be on your birthday? It feels like trouble, but Yunho can't exactly say he's surprised though. Because of course Seonghwa would find out about this. Of course he'd invite himself to the bowling alley. Of course he'd try and make himself relevant on your birthday.

Dick.

Luckily though, just before Yunho can think of the worst, you finally come into his view and happily skip over with the drink in your hand. All the feelings instantly melt away, the smile returning to his face in an instant.

"Hi." You cutely smile at him.

"Hi." He responds, gently pinching your cheek. "What's that, birthday girl?"

"Taste it." You giggle. He takes a sip of your cocktail, nodding in approval.

"Dangerous."

"But fun, isn't it?" You laugh. "I think I have to pee, though." You start to chug the rest of your drink.

"Slow down, baby." He laughs. "Need me to bring you over there?"

"I can make it." You point at the board. "Can you bowl for me too if I don't make in time?"

"Can't promise it'll be a good one."

"You're good at everything, love." You smile before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Be back!" You yell before rushing to the bathroom. The alley has started to fill up over time, a bunch of other groups and families gathering along the other lanes to play some fun, competitive games against each other. You power walk down towards the arcade end where the bathrooms are situated, brushing past a few people and dodging others as they hang around the walkways. When you finally approach the hallway, you feel someone grab at your wrist and gently tug you back— a frown immediately plastered on your face because not only do you really have to pee, but you find yourself facing Seonghwa.

"Hey. I've been trying to find you just to tell you happy birthday." Seonghwa smiles. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Thanks." You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he tightens it and gently tugs you back.

"Baby in too much of a hurry for me?"

"Seonghwa. Seriously?" You glare at him and he laughs. "I really need to go to the bathroom."

"Jeez. So uptight even on your birthday. Yunho's still gonna be in the same position as you left him."

"Great, that's all I want." You brush past him to finally get to the bathroom. "Excuse me." Seonghwa watches as you leave, a small sigh leaving his lips. He heard about the little party Yunho had prepared for you and decided it'd be a good time to stop by. He's not gonna lie, he doesn't care much for bowling as much as San and Mingi do, but he did want to see you and try to talk to you. One, to wish you happy birthday. Two, to see you. And three, to try and ask about the flowers he dropped off because he hasn't heard anything about them.

He was trying, and he was hoping you'd see that. Even though this was new territory for him, he wasn't gonna give up that easily. After all, you and him had more history than Yunho. And that keeps him going.

When Seonghwa turns to find his boys, he sees Mingi and San mingling with the group; even getting a random bowl in or two. Mingi's talking to Yunho and he can't help but roll his eyes; completely over Yunho's entire act.

"Oh, tell Y/N I said happy birthday then!" Mingi gives Yunho a dap as soon as Seonghwa makes his way over and squeezes his shoulder.

"Yeah, let her know for me too, will you? Wanted to give her a gift, but we didn't really have time to catch up since she was on her way to the bathroom." Seonghwa winks. "Know how much she loves the little things."

"Yeah, I'm good off of that." Yunho responds before sipping on his drink, Yeosang slowly coming to his side as Seonghwa chuckles at his answer.

"Come on dude, that's his girlfriend now." San mumbles next to him, making Seonghwa shake his head.

"Yeah, whatever." He clears his throat. "Anyway. Let's get the fuck outta here. Hella boring." Seonghwa turns on his heel and starts heading out of the alley, San clicking his teeth in slight frustration while Mingi obliviously waves to Yunho and bids his farewell.

"Tell her!" Mingi yells and Yunho gives him a nod of acknowledgement.

"He's joking, right?" Yeosang asks.

"Wish he was. Can't say I'm surprised, though."

"Don't let him get to you. He's just trying to get a reaction out of you."

"I know. But, I don't get why he won't just leave her alone? Why doesn't he get it?" Yeosang shakes his head.

"Dude has always gotten his way. He's not used to being left." Yunho lets out a small scoff before sitting, eyes scanning the area again until he can find you. He's not gonna lie, he's a little uneasy after that, and he wishes he could just have you here and shield you away from the rest of the world—

"I'm back." You announce, your sister handing you another shot to take before pushing you to bowl. Everything is ten times louder than it was before, and you're definitely still a bit drunk. "Yuyu!" You yell.

"Hey princess." Yunho looks up at you as you sit sideways on his lap, arm swung over his shoulder. "You okay, birthday girl?"

"Mhm. Better." He chuckles, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze. "How about you?" You tilt your head to the side and although Yunho is a little worked up from the encounter with Seonghwa, he can't help but melt in your presence. It's hard to stay mad at anything when you're around.

"I'm good as long as you are." You giggle. "Heard you ran—?" You lean forward, unable to hear him clearly through the music and people yelling.

"What?"

"Heard you ran into Seonghwa. What was that about?"

"Seonghwa being Seonghwa." He looks at you with his brows slightly furrowed, and you're unsure if he believes you or not. He does, it's really not that he doesn't. He just doesn't trust Seonghwa and he can't help it especially with the history you two have.

Even though you were his, a tiny part of him was still scared that you'd leave him for Seonghwa; especially with the way that he didn't seem to be giving up on you so easily.

Too bad Yunho wouldn't give up on you either. Ain't no way he'd let someone come for his woman.

He'll make sure that's clear.

"You sure that's all?" You pause and slightly hesitate before responding.

"Of course." You look at him and your heart sinks. Would you be creating unnecessary drama over something that you have no interest in anymore? Would it matter or change anything if you told him about those roses? "He just wished me happy birthday and I brushed past him."

"Hm." Is all he says before kissing you on the cheek. "Okay."

The rest of the night continues to be a party— you and your loved ones happily bowling, drinking and playing; going on for hours until people start to leave one by one. Your family gives you extra hugs and kisses, thanking Yunho for taking care of you and for getting everyone together for your birthday.

In the end, your roommates take the remainder of the cake home, while you, Yeosang and Yunho head back to their place for the night.

"Today was so fun!"

"Yeah?" Yunho laughs.

"So fun. I'm still kinda drunk."

"Kinda?" Yeosang laughs seeing you hang onto Yunho's arm, which turns into you hanging onto him like a koala.

"Kinda! I'm not that drunk. Just enough." You burp against Yunho's neck.

"Ou, nice. That was a good one." Yunho says, waddling up the steps and carefully guiding you up along with him. "Think you can beat that with another?"

"No. I'll probably throw up." 

"Don't want that, now do we?" He chuckles, giving you room to kick off your shoes in the apartment before heading to the room. 

"I wanna take a quick shower." You say as you grab some of Yunho's clothes and waddle to the bathroom.

"You should probably go in there." Yeosang gives Yunho's shoulder a squeeze. "I'll leave some medicine and water by your bed for her."

"Thanks." Yunho quickly snags his own pajamas before slipping into the bathroom to make sure you're okay. "You okay there, baby?" You've just stepped under the water when Yunho walks in, the outline of your body still clear through the shower doors.

"Mhm. Water feels nice." You let out a content sigh before dropping Yunho's body wash bottle.

"Hm." He hums. "Mind if I step in with you?"

"Nope." He sheds off his clothes and steps into the piping hot shower, eyes glossing over your body. 

"Can I help you with that?" Yunho asks, gently taking the loofa from your hands. You giggle as he starts with your back, turning you around once he's satisfied to cover your front. You kiss him in between, smiling against his lips before you take your turn to help get him washed up. His hands start to roam your body, gently squeezing at your sides when you continue to kiss him the way you do, love on him the way you do. 

Innocent kisses turn into heated makeout sessions with the water still pounding against your skin, to Yunho slowly and gently taking you against the cold wall; large hand propping up your leg as he shushes you against your lips, whispering praises in between little reminders of keeping it quiet. Eventually, the both of you reach your highs— the two of you caught in a  giggle fit afterwards knowing that you have to repeat the process and wash up all over again.

He wouldn't have it any other way though, and so wouldn't you. You feel like you're on cloud nine after today, heart filled with so much love especially because of Yunho.

Life is just so much sweeter with him in it, and you love him.

After the both of you wash off again, you step out of the shower and finish getting ready for bed. You thank Yeosang and bid him goodnight before stepping into the room and slipping under the covers.

"Did you have a good day today?" Yunho asks, close to a whisper.

"The best birthday I've had."

"Yeah?" He chuckles.

"Mhm." You caress his cheek and look him in the eyes. "Thank you, Yunho. For everything."

"Of course, baby." He kisses your forehead. "You deserve it all." He watches with a small smile on his face as you quickly fall asleep, hand gently rubbing your back. After today's festivities, Yunho should be sleeping. But tonight, it feels like a stretch when the thoughts at the back of his mind come to the forefront; a tiny sigh leaving his lips when he remembers the encounter with Seonghwa. He feels uneasy, kinda unsettled and annoyed. He remembers the small detail of hesitancy that pulled up on your expression. He's not sure why, and he's not trying to figure it out right now.

It's frustrating.

He doesn't want to assume you're hiding something from him, that something odd is going on, though his gut tells him otherwise.

And for once, he truly hopes it's wrong.

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[ladylooch]

Stop cause I miss Timo and Emma too😭 Something fluffy with the babies would really hit the spot right now 🤭

An overhead view of the state of the Meiers and their vacation rental would not clue an audience in that their vacation had only just begun. Instead, you would think they were at the end of their two week stay off the Spanish coast, hanging on my a thread.

“I think we are dumb.” Timo says to his wife, staring into the house from the entry way of their rental home in Ibiza. Him and Emma wanted to take their four kids- a 7 year old, a three year old and two almost two year olds- on a throw back vacation to a place they frequented before anything was serious between the two of them. The place where they have had the most fun. Neither of them really thought about how kid friendly any of this was, or factored in the plane ride with four babies so close to their nap times.

“Not our best idea.” Emma agrees with him taking in the crying faces of their three babies and a very zoned out 7 year old who can’t put his iPad down.

“I’ll take Liv and Logan.” Timo offers. 

“Yeah, I think Liam needs some mama time.” Emma agrees, shrugging her purse off her shoulder. Her and Timo enter the main area together, soothing their crabby and tired babies with gentle voices. They all gather on the large, sectional couch in the Living Room. Timo and Emma rub the backs of the babies in their arms. Lio lays down on Emma’s curled up legs, holding the iPad up towards the ceiling so he can continue to watch Mighty Ducks. 

“You good, Lee?” Emma asks, rubbing his head.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Thank you for being our good boy today.” Emma assures him. He has been the easiest of the Meier children and Emma wants to show him some extra love for that.

Then her attention goes back to Liam. She presses her lips to his head, rubbing his back and letting him feel those big feels until his huge gasps turn into little whimpers. To her left, Timo already has Logan asleep and is sharing a sweet smooch with their daughter as he dries her cheeks. 

“Better?” He asks the little girl. She nods vigorously. Emma smiles as Livy curls into her dad’s shoulder.

In five more minutes, all the babies are asleep around their parents. Even Lio sleeps through the sound of skate blades and slapshots from his iPad. 

“We can’t move now. Another thing we did not think through.” Timo chuckles. “C’mere.” He motions with his head at his wife. Emma carefully leans into him, not wanting to move her legs out from under Lio. Content silence falls over them. Timo and Emma look out the large glass doors that lead onto a patio and eventually to a pool. After that is the crystal, blue sea water meeting the horizon way beyond shore. “I’ll make us margaritas when we can move?” He suggests.

“Mmmm, that would be amazing.” Emma agrees. She looks around at the gorgeous, Spanish influenced space. Blue and white tiles line the backsplash in the kitchen, highlighted with stainless steel appliances. The open concept shelving shows off gorgeous glass pieces of dish ware that makes Emma glad she packed silicon and plastic for the kids. 

“I love the art in here.” Timo murmurs, adjusting Livy’s elbow out of his abdomen. Then he kisses Logan’s head. Liam flinches in his sleep, so Emma rubs his back to help him stay comfortable. “Would you want a house here ever?” He asks.

“Hm, I think I would rather have a cabin in the Alps.”

“Well, we can buy that with your money.” He jokes then mouths, “Pennies.”

“Oh haha. “ She snorts. “But it’s still enough to leave you. Plus my alimony and I could buy both.”

“Okay.” Timo snorts. “That quickly became not funny.”

“Mhm.” Emma smirks, then kisses Liam’s head again. "Test me again, Meier." She is clearly joke, sticking her tongue out at him. Emma isn't going anywhere. Ever.

They sit there together, loaded down with their babies until one by one they each start to stir awake. Then before they know it, the excitement over the pool and the prospect of swimming takes their children into a second wind. Emma and Timo can’t get them dressed in their swimwear fast enough. 

“Can we go yet!?” Lio moans, already dressed and ready to go. He is a strong swimmer and self-sufficient, so he bounces back and forth between both his parents as they finish up the twins. Livy is happily standing at the door like they asked her to. 

“Lio.” Timo says tiredly, cutting off the bouncing with a final look. Lio goes back to stand by Liv, huffing a sigh. 

���Wanna dive for rings with me?” Lio asks his sister. 

“She can’t, buddy. I will. Just give me two more minutes.” Timo murmurs. 

“Okay.” Lio agrees. 

“I’ll take the twins, you take the older ones.” Emma voices. Timo nods.

Once the twins are placed back on the carpet, the group heads down the hallway to the pool. As they open up the sliding glass doors, Timo can’t help but chuckle, pulling his wife into his side for a moment. He gestures to the babies, pool, and the cover up she’s wearing over her one- piece suit.

“Ibiza looks different.” Timo murmurs against her lips, kissing her with each word. Emma smiles into his smooch, pecking along his chin then up his jaw. She sucks his ear lobe into her mouth for a quick nibble.

“Tonight it will look familiar.” She promises him, then pats his sternum before following their babies to the pool where the twins are trying to dive in without parental supervision.

Later that night, after all four babies have passed out in their separate beds, the crowd and noise from a DJ spinning on a nearby beach floats up to Timo and Emma through their open balcony door. It helps to drown out Emma’s pleading moans as she begs Timo not to stop railing into her from behind. 

No, Ibiza isn’t that different after all.

[onboardsorasora]

girl i keep thinking about your enchanted au and I find myself craving more 🥹 I can’t wait for the kiss 😭💗 how is daniel doing with christmas approaching? are they going to spend it together? will he do the mandatory christmas cleaning with all of his animal friends? so many questions 🤓

Oh my dear! I know we've already gushed about the actual factual fireman's hose of ideas this ask inspired, but I am SOOOO excited to write it all🫨🫨!!! Here is the first bit, that includes our hive mind 😍

Part 1 | Part 13

Part 14

Max opened his front door, wearily depositing his suitcase in the entryway and letting the door click close behind him. Jimmy came to greet him with a small chirp and Sassy wasn't behind him so that meant Daniel was either holding her or doing something silly so she was watching over him.

Now that he focused on the absence of Sassy or Daniel, he heard Daniel's voice coming from the open patio door.

“But Chellie I don't have Jessie or Rii to help. I can't clean by myself! There's so much” Max could hear Daniel's pout a mile away. He had no clue who Jesse or Rii were or what he was cleaning however.

“Well if you want to prepare for Christmas properly you have to clean, Bub.” Michelle's voice was at least suitably sympathetic. “Why don't you ask Max to help you?”

“Well I dunno if he even celebrates Christmas. That's a whole thing first.” Daniel sounded hesitant, his lips forming his words over the thumb that was in his mouth. No doubt he was biting the nail in worry.

Christmas was coming up, Max had forgotten with all of the recent changes. He normally went home for the holiday so he wouldn't have to think about decorating his place here. He doubted that would be happy news for Daniel to hear. Max didn't want him to think that once again he was changing his plans because Daniel’s presence was ruining them.

Max took out his phone to send out a text to his mother and sister suggesting they have Christmas celebrations here in Monaco instead of back in Maaseik. They both responded quickly in the affirmative and Max felt a small relief in his chest. That was one problem down, now to try to figure out what Michelle and Daniel were talking about in regards to preparations. 

Max never really paid much attention to the whirlwind that usually happened around Christmas time. He was always too busy with work. He only knew it was coming closer when businesses and cities would start wrapping their trees with lights and ornaments. Then he would get a text containing a wishlist from his family and then he’d have his manager buy all the gifts. Then, he would fly home to spend the holidays with his family, his mother’s house would already be fully decorated by the time he got here and his contribution to dinner was more often than not a salad that he made off to the side of the kitchen so as to not get in the way of his mother and sister and their big cooking.

Were there special traditions that they had in Australia? Did Daniel’s family do anything specific that he would be missing? He walked into the kitchen while typing ‘christmas traditions in australia’ into his phone. Quite a few things popped up, some blogs and a few news sites. A lot of them made absolutely no sense to Max, including Christmas meals of prawns and seafood barbeque. He hoped that wasn’t something Daniel was particularly married to. He wasn’t sure he could provide any surfing– there was no telling with the waves in Monaco, but there could absolutely be a beach day and a Christmas lunch. Max had no clue what a pavlova was, but it was on every blog as one of the top three things about Aussie Christmas so he needed to see if there was a bakery nearby that would be able to bake it for him.

He was so deep in his research that he didn’t hear when Daniel walked into the living room and shut the patio door behind him.

“Maxy! You’re home!” Daniel’s grin was bright and he skipped through the common areas to throw himself into Max in a big hug. Max made a small ‘oof’ sound but his arms wrapped around Daniel’s smaller form quite easily.

“I am back.” He confirmed unnecessarily. He’d only been gone for a few days (with strict instructions to Lando that Daniel wasn’t to get drunk again), but it felt way longer in ways he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront. An american holiday was coming up and the team had wanted him to film some content. Christian and Adrian had also used that time to lock him in the sim to go over data for the new car.

He had been fine when at the factory, being distracted by work. But when he got back to his flat in Milton Keynes, he had felt the absence of everyone acutely. He’d gotten used to having a full house. Jimmy and Sassy used to prowl around silently and give him their attention, nowadays they were chirping and meowing when not with Daniel. Max always knew where they were as if they were keeping him updated on their whereabouts. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to appreciate or listen out for it.

And Daniel, of course Daniel was louder than the cats. And his presence filled the flat. When he wasn’t singing or humming, or shimmying, or frolicking, or anything that was the complete opposite of staying still and quiet, he was in the proclaimed cat nest whispering sweet nothings to the cats. Or chatting on the phone to his family (or Max’s, he’d overheard many short conversations between Daniel and Vic or Luka). Daniel was a very bright spot in his home life. And his flat in Keynes felt very dull and grey while he had been by himself.

Daniel disentangled his octopus limbs from Max and filled a glass with water from the tap and handed it to the slightly confused man. A blush bloomed on Daniel’s cheeks.

“Jimmy said you normally drink water when you come back and you haven’t yet.” Daniel whispered, a tad embarrassed. Jimmy chirped from the countertop as if cosigning.

“Thank you Daniel, and Jimmy.” Max accepted the glass and drank it down in a few gulps. He watched as Daniel started picking at his cuticles, biting the small bit of skin by his thumb. He was nervous. “Is everything alright, Daniel?”

“I… uhm. Do you have plans for Christmas?” Daniel rushed out almost in a whisper, as if he was afraid of the answer. Max knew he was.

“Mom, Vic and the boys are coming here. Is that ok?”

Daniel sagged with relief and Max felt his own shoulders lose their tension. 

“Oh good! Thats– thats good.” Daniel muttered to himself. He looked at his phone as if checking the time before looking back up at Max again with hesitant brown eyes. “Uhm, do you guys have any traditions that you do?”

Max made a show of thinking to himself, looking to the ceiling as if he was pulling from distant memory and not that he had spent the last maybe twenty minutes freaking out about the same subject.

“It would be better to ask Mom or Vic, I think. But, of course, we are having a tree and Christmas lunch and dinner. The boys normally wake up really early to open their presents and they help Mom make breakfast. I think there is a Christmas market as well.” He looked over at Daniel who was paying close attention with his active listening face. He looked like he didn’t want to miss a detail.

“Oh! Ok, I can call Vic. where do you keep– no that's ok I can ask Sassy–”

“Where do I keep what?” Max asked quickly, a bit of dread creeping down his spine. He looked over at the cat in question quickly, she tilted her head questioningly before he looked away. He needed to have a quick talk with Sassy so she wouldn't give him up. Never before now would he have ever considered his cat a secret keeper….but look at him now.

“Oh, well I just wondered where you kept your decorations, is all. When do you normally put them up by? Mama likes to get everything started on the first.”

Max felt a cold sweat on his neck and he swallowed the lump in his throat at the thought of lying to Daniel. He didn’t lie– didn’t see the point of saying something that wasn’t true, not even to spare someone’s feelings. But he couldn’t make himself come clean about this, he didn’t want to see the sadness on Daniel’s face.

“I need to buy new ones.” he blurted, not a lie. Not the whole truth either, but Max was considering it a PR win, a media spin. Like when a journalist asks him a question Vicky already told him he wasn’t allowed to answer.

“You do?” Daniel’s eyes lit up at the thought of christmas shopping and Max knew he said the right thing. He nodded, so he wouldn’t have to think of more incorrect statements. “Oh that's perfect! I’ll make a list!”

And then Daniel was off, and Max felt his shoulder’s sag in his own relief. Jimmy jumped off the countertop to follow after the Aussie whirlwind and Sassy stayed on her perch atop the fridge. She gave Max that look again, the one he was starting to recognize as being way too smart for any cat to be.

“He doesn’t need to know, ok. We keep this secret to ourselves.” Max muttered to his cat, complete with putting his finger on his lips in the shushing gesture. Sassy tilted her head again in the opposite direction before chirping again and jumping to the countertop. He offered up scritches and she purred in response, it seems they came to an agreement.

“Good girl, you’re the best Sass.” Max murmured lovingly.

Part 15

[kernyen-xo]

Look at those colors! I love fall, my favorite time of the year with winter on its heels.

I’ll be prepping my patio for the upcoming winter soon. I’ve already removed the cushions. The least fun part will be the ceremony of the leaves aka raking the leaves. I know that this piece of information is something you will cherish - you’re welcome.

Another fun fact. There’s a dim sum place within walking distance from my daughter’s place. I’m not sure if this is a good thing. I came home with pork dumplings, shrimp shumai, baked char sui bao, baked egg custard bao, and lo mai gai, which is lotus wrapped sticky rice =:p

The baked char sui bao:

Yeah, I think so too - I may be in trouble. First, See’s Candies and now Dim Sum 😭

I asked my daughter if she was good with having roast pork instead of a ham or turkey for Thanksgiving. Her answer: “Hell yeah!”

I don’t know what I was thinking when I scheduled my annual holiday party the weekend after Thanksgiving. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I have 12 people showing up. I must admit, though, I’m a little bit excited about the party. Last year we decorated Christmas cookies. This year, we’re going to paint rocks. I did this a few years back and it was a hit. At last years holiday party, Cuzzy requested that I do a rock painting party for my next holiday party, so here we are :)

I went with my kid to her oncologist appointment. I really like her oncologist. She’s young, motivated, driven, and super smart. Add her kind and compassionate spirit to the mix, and she’s quite amazing. The kid admires her and is grateful that she’s her doctor. The kid’s treatment will consist of regular check-ups and digital monitoring for 2-3 years. She’s healing well and has been released to return to work.

The kid was strong man for Halloween. I love this.

I have a plan for Red Cup Day. Getting up at the butt crack of dawn. They run out fast.

I just watched a cheesy movie on Netflix. Blade of the 47 Ronin. Thank goodness my tolerance for cheesy movies is relatively high today.

I’ll leave you with this:

The upcoming work week is only 4 days! We get Friday off, yeah!

Ta-toodles!

[missmeinyourbones]

hi L 🙇🏻‍♀️ forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead + gojo (he needs love ok 😭)

forehead kisses (satoru gojo x reader) (wc: 900+)

inspired from this list of prompts 

Satoru doesn't get upset often. 

Actually, the longer it lingers in your mind, the more you think you should rephrase that statement.

Satoru doesn’t show that he’s upset often. 

He’s always been pretty good at hiding his emotions, or the negative ones at least—because joy and excitement and love flow through his veins as naturally as blood does. They're a part of the fibers in his hair and the elasticity in his skin, and if they're not, then he’s alarmingly good at pretending they are.  

It’s on days like today where you’re reminded that Satoru isn’t always bouncing off of the walls, full of childlike energy. Days where he’s uncharacteristically quiet and not boastfully nagging you about one thing or another. Where he slumps as he sits, instead of spreading himself out confidently. Where he sighs under his breath, not with humor or wit, but with worry and exhaustion. It’s days like this that don’t feel right. Something is off—like the air is contaminated or the world decided to stop spinning and resume clockwise.

You find yourself wanting him to annoy you, to poke and pester you with questions and comments filled with his usual stupidity. You do love him, after all, and it’s moments like this where you realize that you love him for the same reasons you claim to not be able to stand him.

You find your feet dragging you to where he sits alone on the balcony, where he’s been since he arrived home. A quick and quiet greeting was all you received when he came home from work, and it told you everything you needed to know about the kind of day he’d had. 

The screen door opens and he knows it’s you. He doesn't have to turn around to know that there’s a tender look on your face, one that he doesn't see too often as it usually accompanies his own sorrow. 

He readjusts his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he sits beneath the now evening sky—the colors above the two of you are just beginning to melt from an orangey-yellow into a tranquil blue of the night. It’s pretty, but it’d be prettier if Satoru was smiling and commenting about how it looks like melted ice cream. 

He waits for you to say something, anything really. A soft whisper of encouragement, a question about his day, maybe even a complaint about his off behavior. But it never comes. 

What does come, however, is a feather-light kiss placed delicately on the center of his forehead. 

It would’ve tickled if his brain had actually realized what happened. His eyebrows furrow at the odd sensation, causing lines to wrinkle his fair skin where your lips had just danced. So they return to their spot on his forehead and place one, two, three kisses, before your thumb runs across the spot and smooths out his lines of worry. 

As you’re standing above him, he doesn't look up as he speaks. His eyes remain focused on the barren streets down below. 

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one doing that?” he quietly mumbles.

“What?”

You kiss his head gently again and he slumps a little further into the patio chair his lanky frame occupies. 

“I don’t know,” he meekly drawls, slender fingers tapping a familiar pattern on the wooden armrest, “Isn’t it in the dating rulebook or somethin’ that I should be the one kissing your forehead?”

He feels your lips slightly twinge upward against his skin as you smile, leaving another peck on his canvas of a forehead. 

“Why on earth would it say something as stupid as that?” you humor him. After all, it’s the most he’s said all day—and while it was confusing nonsense, it was still something from your lover’s mouth all the same.

He sighs and weakly gestures with his hands. 

“Because I’m tall and manly.”

“You’re only one of those things, and it’s definitely not the second one.”

His body releases the tiniest chuckle and you feel like a winner. Your lips rest against his forehead for a while, the spot underneath them becoming warm and tender from your constant affection. Satoru lets out a tiny grunt and you wonder if it’s out of comfort or disgust. 

“What? Don’t like it?” you mumble against his skin once more. 

“Never said that. S’just weird,” he elaborates quickly. 

A curious hmph leaves your throat as you plant one more peck on his forehead, before leaving to give him his space and find something else to busy yourself with. 

However, you don’t get far at all as he’s turning around and gently grabbing your wrist in his palm, ushering you back over to where he sulks. His body language is a little lighter, a little less heavy and burdened. You blush as you wonder if your kisses had anything to do with that—but Satoru confirms your suspicions with his sweet words. 

“I didn't say to stop,” he lightly demands with a bit of a whine, one you’d normally poke fun at, but you don’t want to push your luck with him today. 

You're being pulled back over to him—but now you find yourself being lulled into his lap, his arms finding their home around your waist. They secure you in his embrace as Satoru uses his hand to aid your head closer to his. You laugh a little at the unexpected action, and you feel his muscles loosen as he murmurs something into the crook of your neck. 

“C’mere, gimme a few more.” 

NOTE: anything for my dearest soph darling <3 i love all of ur requests, they challenge me just the right amount! i hope this makes u smile :3

[iambilliejeanok]

Could u make a pein x fem reader and it’s her first so he goes rough on her 😭😭😭

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, dacryphilia

After one thousands years…🙊🙈

Pein was really sweet. Strangely sweet. But for some reason, the two of you being people together worked. It genuinely did, so why would you not want to move forward with him?

Just a month or so ago, the two of you went from being friends, to being lovers and it all began when Pein had romantically proposed the question of being his girlfriend, he didn’t even realize how amazing it was, the way he loved you, took note of all the little things about you, incorporating them into this relationship proposal.

Even going as far as booking a leisure trip for just the two of you to a resort on an island you’d never heard of. You trusted him. The villa you stayed in was breathtakingly beautiful, especially at night, when the stars scattered over the night sky, the lights all around the island giving it a magical, mystical glow.

The walk back to the villa from the beach was refreshing, and you were excited to hop into the heated pool with Pein as soon as he opened the door for you. Without further ado, you ran to the bedroom, giggling as you kept turning back to see Pein shaking his head in pretend disapproval, he could be uptight sometimes.

“I’ll be waiting in the water”, he yelled across the room, turning on the lights by the pool with his rinnegan as he casually walked up a few steps to get to the patio, turning left and walking down the more steps and there it was, the pool. Surrounded by trees and plants, a palm tree having fallen over the pool to creat a little bridge that you could swim right under. Lights placed around the pool gave it a warm glow, the steam visible as it slowly rose.

Taking off his shirt, Pein slowly walked into the pool, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath as the water slowly embraced every once of his skin, the thought of you being here with him only making this more magical to him. Good things did exist, and for him it came in the form of you.

He knew you were standing there. “Can I turn around?”, he asked, smiling as he could sense your nerves. “Uh…yes…”,you should replied and without waiting another second he turned, his dick immediately jumping at what he was seeing. He was so confused yet so horny, wondering if he should close his eyes, if maybe your towel accidentally fell or something, because you were completely nude. This was the first time he had ever witnessed any nudity of yours. He thought his head would explode.

“It’s okay”, you giggled, slowly walking toward him, his purple eyes trained on you, watching your every sway and step as you gradually entered the water. Your dark skin was glowing in the night light, your nipples about three shades darker than the skin surrounding your chest area. His eyes just had to dart right to that place between your legs, completely bare, like the rest of your skin. He wondered if he was drooling, licking his lips to make sure.

You didn’t feel nervous the longer he took you in, you felt confident, sexy, beautiful, the way he seemed hypnotized turned you on.

“Hey”, you giggled, Pein somewhat snapping out of it. “Hey”, he said, swallowing before he got closer. You were so incredibly beautiful, he wanted to destroy you right now. Fuck. Of all the times he had been tempted to make love to you, this moment, he really thought he’d have the hardest time resisting touching you.

“You’re gorgeous”, he said, quickly nearing you, looking down into your eyes when he was finally close enough that he could hold you. But he hesitated. He knew you were strict about sex not being on the table. And he certainly didn’t want his dick to ruin the relationship the two of you had built up to now. He loves you too much to care about attending to his dick. He made a mental note to remember to beat it up alone in the bathroom after you went to sleep later tonight and thank god he had a night recording of your perfect body caught in 4k by his rinnegan.

“It’s okay babe”, you giggled again, taking his hands in yours and placing them on your waist, your arms wrapping around his neck, your bare breaded squished against his chest, his dick already fully erect, poking into your tummy hard. Pein swallowed. Unsure of what do to. “Baby, you’re naked”, he commented, “Is that okay with you?”, you asked, “Yes uhm, of course. You meant to come out here like that?”, he asked, looking rather confused yet hopeful. “Yes”, you said, your fingers playing with the the shorter hair at the back of his head.

“Oh, okay…uhm…that’s diff—” he spoke, cut off by your lips pressing against his, completely stunned by how forward you were. You didn’t even let him put his tongue in your mouth and now here you were, tongue kissing him butt naked in a heated pool. He didn’t know how to take this, even though you never gave him mixed signals. Your tongue wrestled his, easily dominating the kiss, which turned you on a little, you never would’ve imagine Pein would submit to you. Things just got interesting for you.

Before you knew it, the kiss was over. Pein ended it. “What are you doing?”, he asked, soft pants against your lips, his eyes desperately searching yours for an answer. “I’m ready Pein”, you smiled, running your fingers over his muscular chest. “For what exactly?”, he asked, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you sighed. “I’m ready to have sex with you”, you said, gasping when his hand found your neck, a firm grip around it forcing you to place both hands on his and look at him. “You’re rolling your eyes at me”, he simply stated, his purple eyes darker than usual, his voice having dropped an few octaves too. Something about the way he looked at you instantly turned your legs into jelly.

“I didn’t mean to”, you squeaked, now your eyes searching his dark, sinister, list filled ones for mercy. He let go of your neck, walking forward to push you back, catching you so you didn’t fall into the water, continuing to walk and so did you, until you felt the concrete wall behind you. You realised you were trapped, Peins hands on either side of you, caging you. “I’ve been waiting for his moment a little too long”, he said, planting a kiss on right below your ear, his tongue darting out to lick the area, before he gently nibbled it, breaking away to look at you again. “Too long for me hold back tonight”, he said, another kiss on the nape of your neck, licking, then biting, making you gasp again. “You wouldn’t mind if I devoured you…wouldn’t you my love?”, he asked, a long kick up your neck, before he went back to suck on it, not being gentle at all, just greedily marking you, a needy moan escaping your lips. Slowly breaking away with your skin still between his teeth, pulling at it until he let go. “Answer me”, he growled, and for some reason, your body was burning all over, you felt so hot, was the water temperature turned up? When? No. Pein was intimidating you. In a way that made you coochie ache so bad, you were ready to cry and beg for him to fuck you.

“No, I wouldn’t mind at all”, you said, your words sounding a little needier than you intended them to be, but fuck it, if he didn’t fuck you right now you were sure you’d die. “Good”, was all he said, quickly before turning you around to face the concrete edge of the pool. His large hands cupped each of your breasts, gently squeezing them, feeling the weight of them his his hands as he continued to suck and bite on your neck, your lips instantly parting as he took his time with feeling you up. He knew he didn’t have to worry about doing everything he wanted tonight, this huge private villa was all yours for the next four nights. And he would make it a point to use of every single spot in this house with you. There was no need for him to rush or get greedy, he reminded himself.

His fingers began to twist, pull and pinch your nipples, his assault on your neck growing just as rough, forcing you to moan out as you needed to keep up with the overwhelming sensations. You just knew Pein was dominant. Deep down in your pussy you knew that this made surely knew how to make a woman feel good. Unfortunately for him, his greediness got a hold of him, his hands traveling down between your legs, the warm water easily helping him get a good rhythm on your clit, all four of his fingers gently massaging it with pressure that was sure to make you cum fast. His other hand still fondled your breasts while he continued sucking and biting your sweet skin, the overall sensations too overwhelming. “Pein!”, you softly moaned out, as though you were pleading, pleasure running through at the rush of an orgasm and then it happened, you bucked back into him as you came, the feeling way more intense than you had anticipated. “Yes baby, I’m right here”, he spoke in your ear, his deep, smooth voice reassuring enough, but his fingers not slowing at all, the overstimulation making you squirm a little, so he turned you sideways to get a better hold of you, lowering his head to grab a nipple in his mouth. He didn’t stop to see if you were okay, or give you break. He just kept on going. Maybe he wasn’t aware that you’d just come? No, that can’t be right. Another moan and then another as he sucked your nipple, biting and sucking, licking and biting plus his fingers still massaging your sensitive clit quickly putting you on the verge of another orgasm. You were so sure that 5 minutes hadn’t even passed since he started touching you and you felt like you come for the second time. “Peeiin!”, you moaned again as another orgasm crashed down on you, this one way more intense than the first, that you gripped his orange hair, attempting to get some control as he continued to indulge in you. Then suddenly, he growled, his fingers going much faster that you couldn’t help but softly scream, the feeling almost unbearably intense, and you couldn’t believe you felt like you’d cum again. “Ahhhhh!”, you screamed, gripping onto him so tight, you were afraid you would crush him, your hand immediately pushing at his arm when he still didn’t stop.

Suddenly, he remembered not to be too greedy, his hand stopping, turning you to fully face him, picking you up so your legs wrapped around him. “Pein, oh my god!”, you moaned aloud when he forced you to arch for him by pulling in your hair, his mouth back in your breasts again, and god whatever he was doing to them made you feel like you’d cum again, right on his tummy. That’s when you didn’t feel the water around you anymore, you realized that Pein now carried you to the outside bed right beside the pool, throwing you into it, taking a minute to stop himself. “Pein relax, you’re doing too much!”, you moaned, adjusting yourself to sit up on your elbows but you fell to the bed again when he pulled you closer by your ankles, spreading you open and hovering dangerously close that you could feel his warm breath on your clit. “I’ve been patient long enough y/n”, he said, making eye contact with from between your legs. “Don’t tell me to relax”, he added, his eyes still on your as he licked up the slick from your vagina, his tongue dipping inside of you as he continued to trace it up, softly sucking on your clit before going back down in reverse, tongue fucking you a little before coming up to suck your clit again, his eyes still on yours as yours rolled to the back on your head. You hadn’t come down from the previous orgasm, so the way he slowly ate you up was extremely pleasurable, too pleasurable in that your legs began shaking when he wouldn’t stop sucking your clit, spreading your lips apart before licking and then sucking again, an orgasm so intense you thought you squirt then and there. “Oh my god, oh my god Pein pleeaaase!!!”, you cried out, screaming as another orgasm struck, Pein without a struggle, easily keeping your legs open, happily drinking up your juices, continuously sucking on your clit, your orgasm never really subsiding, even as you bucked and screamed, squirmed, kicked, pulled at his hair, he didn’t stop. Only looking at you with threatening eyes. He finally came up, tears staining your cheeks, then you suddenly felt him penetrate you, and you screamed, the sudden stretch of your cooch plus this orgasm the death of you.

Leaning in close to you, Pein only planted soft kisses along your cheek. His hand planing your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Fuck, is it too good for you beautiful?”, he asked, barely able to stop planting kisses all over your face, your lips so incredibly soft against his. “Go—ahhhhh!!!”, you whimpered, unable to hold back any of the whimpers and moans he drew out of you with each stroke of his finger against your gspot, your legs starting to shake again, that familiar feeling beginning to rise inside your belly. You were exhausted, and this orgasm was going to be a big one. Peins heart leaped with joy, he almost wanted to laugh at your desperate state. 15 minutes with you and you’d already come multiple times. His lady, crying for him, clawing at his arm, your legs kicking and shaking, completely under his mercy.

“Come here sweetheart”, he said, noticing how inched further and further up the bed in your struggle. “Come here”, he said, dragging out the last word like he was now the needy one, easily pulling you closer to him. Laying on his side, he lined himself with your perfectly soaked cooch, slowly rubbing his penis (which you didn’t even get a change to see) along your vulva. He adjusted you so you back was flush against his chest, one arm holding your leg up so he could get a good angle.

“Help me out precious, you’re so beautiful you know, I need more of you, please baby”, he spoke in your ear, continuing to sweet talk you while you lined him with your pussy, whining at the feeling of his tip in your palm as , with shaky hands, you tried to get him inside of you, and the minute he felt himself poke at your entrance, he began pushing himself inside of you, his dick so hard he didn’t have a hard time getting it inside of you, the tip all the way in you had to scream, but as he went deeper, you really had to scream. He felt really big and you wondered exactly how big he was, trying to look down as he gradually went in deeper and deeper, until you were practically pleading with him to stop, you really didn’t think the rest would fit in. Halfway was okay with Pein. Slowly, he began to make love to you, holding your shakey leg up and your hand in his free hand as he slowly fucked you, the one thing he was actually taking extra slow, making sure you were adjusting to him because you were poorly mistaken if you thought that everything that had happened until this moment was “too much”.

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There Is A New World Somewhere Fic: In Another Life

Pairing: Esteban x Female Reader

Words: 1,800

Summary: After reluctantly attending a family party, a chance encounter with a handsome stranger offers you the opportunity to get away from the stress and pressures of the holiday season.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut including unprotected vaginal sex/fingering. Angst, plus a bittersweet/wistful ending in keeping with the film (sorry but it seemed fitting!). 

Notes: I have the Maurice Monday crew to thank for giving me the inspiration for this (especially @girlpornparadise​ for the snow prompt!), and for encouraging me to turn it into a fic ❤️ I didn’t really intend on doing it tbh, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it these past couple of days, so here we are...I give you lots of festive yearning (and my first moodboard in about 6 years for some reason) 😭 The fic title is taken from a song of the same name by The Killers, because it just felt apt.

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Whilst obviously I do not own this film or its characters, please do not copy, re-post, or plagiarize this fic in any capacity on this or other platforms. If you wish to create any fan works inspired by it, please provide a credit or send me a message if in doubt.

December had always brought on mixed emotions for you, and this year was no exception. It was a month steeped in unattainable expectations. In tradition and predictability, but with the possibility of the unexpected shimmering in the distance like the multicoloured lights that had adorned every window and lamp post since mid-November. Tantalisingly close but just out of reach. A familiar concept in your life, and one that just about everyone felt the need to remind you of at this time of year.

It was why you had been dreading the annual family get together since January. A feeling that had only grown in recent weeks as you pre-empted the usual prying, judgemental questions that would no doubt be thrown your way. As predicted, the same old questions came, and you deflected as much as possible. It was no wonder you’d needed a break and to catch some air in the sprawling gardens of your aunt’s and uncle’s spacious showroom of a house nestled in the heart of leafy suburbia.

The festivities had spilled out onto the patio – heated, naturally – but you’d managed to find a secluded spot towards the rear gate that led to the street. And that was when it happened.

It was ludicrous, really. Reckless, dangerous, irresponsible. Not like you at all. And yet, something undefinable had been mounting inside of you for longer than you’d realised. It had started as a manageable, slow simmer beneath the surface, but with each knock-back life had thrown at you, it gained momentum until it clawed and burned. And there was something about this time of year that only intensified it. It was as though you had your finger hovering over a giant red self-destruct button. The more restless and dissatisfied you became, the more you dared yourself to push it, just to see what would happen. Because surely it had to be better than this.

And oh, it was. He was. His name was Esteban. No surname was offered, but it didn’t matter. It just added to the mystery and excitement. A surname would make it all too domestic, which wasn’t what either of you was looking for. You both needed a way out. An escape. A fantasy. Which is how you ended up in your current situation: hidden away in a plush log cabin in the middle of nowhere, with a blizzard raging outside and all routes impassable by car.

You couldn’t remember who first mentioned a desire to take an impromptu road trip, but you’d both quickly agreed on the benefits of getting away from everything during the holidays. Neither of you was big on the festive cheer; too much pressure to put on a smile and a distinct lack of time to yourself. You couldn’t explain it, but he sensed how out of place and uncomfortable you were at the party. A party he wasn’t actually invited to, it turned out, but you had to respect the brazenness of gatecrashing a stranger’s house whilst in the neighbourhood carrying out his day job of fixing computers. And if he happened to help himself to lashings of the food and drink paid for by your aunt and uncle, then good for him. They wouldn’t miss it.

The drive here had felt like an out of body experience. After all, you had done a moonlight flit with a man you’d only just met, but after hours of easy conversation, as you drove further and further away from your problems, you couldn’t help forget how little time you’d known each other.

He was guarded with what he divulged about himself, which made your ease around him even more nonsensical. No matter how gently you attempted to coax, you came up against an impenetrable wall on certain subjects. Defences you suspected were holding back a flood of raw pain and unprocessed grief. Despite your curiosity, you didn’t want to push too far. He didn’t owe you an explanation. Whilst you had shared some details of your life, even you were holding back parts of yourself, demons you found it difficult to open up to anyone about these days, so why should you expect any different from him?

There was an exception to the rule, though, where neither of you held back. It hadn’t taken long for you to become physical with each other. It was inevitable as soon as you’d set out on your trip together. You’d clocked the way his gaze had drifted to your lips several times and the way he blushed and tried not to stare when you’d needed to change out of your snow-drenched clothes after stopping for yet more coffee and snacks on the drive here. And you were pretty sure he’d noticed your own lingering glances whilst he was driving, or how flustered you became when your hands accidentally caught one another’s.

You’d only been here a matter of days, but you’d already made good use of the bed, the surprisingly roomy power shower in the en-suite, the hot tub on the balcony, and now you were splayed out underneath him in front of a roaring fire.

His hands held your wrists in place above your head, pressing you further into the warmth of the rug you lay atop with each firm snap of his hips. You instinctively wrapped yourself tighter around his waist; anything to bring him closer to you, deeper inside of you. Anything to hear the unrestrained groans at your neck as his teeth sunk into your supple flesh before his fervent lips found yours again. To feel the sudden grip of his hands on your thighs as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders, causing your whole body to quiver and squirm at the change in position. If this was the only way he could fully connect, you would gladly take all of it, even if this is all it ever could be.

You’d never moved so fast with any of your previous partners, and the sex had never been like this, either. It left you feverish and craving more. He was supposed to be a quick hit, just something to take the edge off and get you through a difficult time of year, but if you continued like this, you were in danger of becoming addicted. Which wasn’t something you could afford to do.

You weren’t naïve. Men like this didn’t show up out of nowhere to save you from the drudgery of your life. And in any case, you didn’t need saving. As you got to know each other, it became apparent you were both very different. Possibly too different. He was a drifter, content to move from one place to another without much of a plan beyond the day in front of him. You preferred to be organised and have more structure to your life, although a break from routine was exactly what was called for right now.

Shirking responsibilities and ignoring calls and texts from concerned relatives and friends beyond assurances that you were safe and well was freeing. As was being in the wilderness with nothing but a blanket of crisp white coating everything for miles on end. The snowball fights, late night talks by firelight or in your shared bed where vulnerabilities were easier to reveal, the dance lessons courtesy of his Cuban heritage he gave you in the kitchen whilst your dinner cooked on the stove, not to mention the insatiable explosion of passion between you. It would all stay with you, but you knew it was temporary. A distraction. Something to pull you out of your own self-wallowing. A chance to regroup and refocus on what you really wanted in your future when you were spiralling and lacking direction. That’s all he was.

That’s what you had to keep in your head when he spooned you after he’d drawn another earth-shattering orgasm out of you and finished off himself with a violent shudder and a silent cry. His torso was now flush against your back as you rested on his arm and hazily watched the flames in the fireplace flicker and sway in response to the icy draft whistling down the chimney.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured. The tender cadence of his voice contrasted perfectly with the rough scrape of his facial hair ghosting over your sensitive skin as he worked his slick fingers back and forth inside of you once more, apparently not through with taking you apart yet. You were like putty in his deft hands as his unhurried and thorough movements left you teetering on the edge for several long, agonising minutes. “Let me hear you.”

His fingers curled, and his thumb found your clit as he spoke, knowing full well what the effect would be, and all you could do was whimper and strengthen your hold on his bicep. Anything to anchor you as more white-hot pleasure surged through each and every nerve.

“That’s it, I’ve got you.”

“Don’t stop. Please,” was all you could pant as you hooked your trembling leg back further, chasing your next fix before the current one was over as you ground yourself against his already hardening length.

“No chance of that. I could do this forever.”

It was funny how one word could be so open to interpretation. So final and permanent on one hand, yet so fluid and undefined on the other. In this context, it was clear forever meant for the duration of your trip. Until you went your separate ways and back to your old lives. To believe he meant a time frame beyond that was foolish. Childish, even.

And yet, an unexpected sharp ache in your chest joined the heady arousal as he took the hint, sliding himself inside you again. Slow, deep thrusts just how you liked it as his fingers met your peaked nipples, tweaking and lightly twisting each one in turn, the pleasure-pain of it only fuelling the conflicted fire within you.

It was an ache you wanted to push down and far away as you couldn’t risk opening Pandora’s box. You had to accept and savour this for what it was. For what it would be by next December, and no doubt the one after that. A cherished memory you would look back on with the same bittersweet sting of nostalgia the holidays so often induced throughout adulthood. Where the rational side of you knew it was impossible to recapture saccharine feelings of a time gone by, but that knowledge wouldn’t stop you indulging in fleeting moments of wishful thinking despite yourself.

Perhaps if things had been different, you could have grown together and healed each other’s wounds. Met your problems head-on rather than running away from them. Redefined forever. And maybe you did in another time, in another place, in another life.

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110/111. i love public sex😭😭

110 “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” + 111 “Yes we can.”

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, in public, getting caught, exhibionism

Emily grunted for what could possibly be the tenth time as she moved around in the sleeping bag. She had been reluctant from the start, a camping trip was not what she thought of as a good time. But Penelope had been too excited for her to turn her down, the blonde using the term family bonding as a way to get under her skin, and it had worked. She looked at her boyfriend next to her, Aaron was already asleep and she wondered how he had been able to get comfortable on the hard ground.

Penelope and JJ had the tent next to them, Derek and Spencer another one and Dave had somehow convinced them that he didn’t need to go. Emily could picture him sitting on his patio, a glass of scotch in hand as he laughed about his team sleeping in the woods while he was comfortable at home.

She grunted again.

“Honey, I love you and everything but please stop moving around.” Aarons gruff voice came from beside her, her squirming had been enough to wake him up.

“Sorry, just can’t get comfortable.” She gives him what she hopes is an apologetic smile. “And it’s cold.” She adds as she moves closer to him.

He sighs and opens his sleeping bag to her, lets her press as close to him as possible as she snuggles into his chest.

“You’re hating this aren’t you?” He chuckles as she nods into his neck, her lips blowing warm air onto his skin.

“I like electricity, and working bathrooms.” She strokes along his ribs as she gets comfortable against him, the warmth of his body quickly heating her up.

“It’s nice to get to do this with you though.” He kisses her cheek and she smiles at him, kisses him properly as her hand moves under his shirt. “Honey.” He warns as his body reacts to her, it’s almost instinctively by now.

“I’m awake, you’re awake.” She moves her hand down his body “All of you.” She smirks as he groans when her hand strokes over his half-hard shaft.

“It’s a bad idea.” He tries to reason but makes no effort to get her to stop as she pushes his sweats down and strokes him without the barrier of clothing as she starts to kiss along his neck.

“No it’s not.” She wiggles out of her own sweats and moves on top of him, straddles his hips as she grinds against him, her wetness coating his shaft. She lets out a quiet moan as his hands settle on her hips and presses her down harder onto him.

He bites his bottom lip to keep the groan he wants to let out down as he feels her center, hot and wet against him. When she lifts up and starts to sink down on him her eyes flutter close and he can’t help but stare at her. She was so fucking gorgeous on top of him, her face displaying the pleasure as she found a rhythm as she started to move.

“Baby…” He breathed out as his hands travelled under her shirt, her skin smooth and soft under his touch. When he got to her breasts she took over and removed the shirt herself, the cold now forgotten. Aaron pulled her down against him with a hold on the back of her neck, he kissed her hard as she continued to move against him. He swallowed down her whimper as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.

It's not long under her whimpers are getting needier, her hips moving harder against him and Aaron feels her clenching around him. She comes on top of him, trembling and biting back her moan by biting down on his chest. She’s still panting when he turns them over.

“So fucking perfect when you come on my dick.” He mumbled lowly against her ear and Emily sucks in a breath. He moves with deep thrusts, bottoming out with each push of his hips and she can feel the heat build inside of her again.

When his fucking turns slightly erratic Emily knows he’s getting close, his hips moving a little harder against hers and she can hear the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” She suddenly asks and Aaron almost groans at the thought. His pleasure outweighing the any logic as he chases his release, and the thought of his team hearing them was for some reason erotic to him.

“Yes we can.” They suddenly hear Penelope’s voice through the tent beside them and Emily feels Aaron cuming only seconds later, the knowledge of them listening to their pleasure causing his orgasm to shoot through him. His release hits him hard as he fucks her deep and Emily comes, her own orgasm rocking through her like a domino effect of his pleasure. She’s still holding onto his shoulders tight when she hears the girls laughing, soon joined in by Derek.

“Next time, just don’t come.” JJ tells them and she can picture the blush on the blonde’s cheeks.

“Or you know, do, but like in your bed, away from us.” Derek is still laughing as he chastises them.

Aaron collapses on top of her, hides his flushing face into the crook of her neck as Emily starts to laugh as well.

“I told you it was a bad idea.” He grumbles into her neck and she can’t help but to laugh harder.