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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Favorite (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Favorite Rating: PG-13 Length: 1600 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in May1999. Summary: Josie being her endearing self.

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“Mommy?”

“Yes, baby doll?” You questioned as you stacked the last dish into the drying rack and dried off your hands.

“How come daddy carries sissy around, but you won’t let him carry me?”

You chuckled softly as you crouched down to her height, “And how old are you?”

“Six.”

“And how old is Sofía?”

She scrunched up her nose, “Two.”

“Do you remember what I told you about daddy’s back?” You arched a brow, “You’re too big for him to pick up.”

Josie sighed heavily, letting her shoulders sag. “But why does daddy have a bad back? Can’t he get it fixed?”

You reached out and brushed her hair away from her cheek, rubbing your thumb over her skin there. “A long time ago, both of us weren’t very kind to our bodies.

“Like when you,” She dropped her voice low and whispered conspiratorially, “got shot?” Josie questioned, pointing at your leg.

“Exactly like that.” You nodded, subconsciously rubbing at the scar on your leg. The one she had seen that prompted that discussion.

“Did daddy get shot?”

“No.”

“Then why does he have a bad back?” Josie pressed, crossing her arms across her chest. “It’s not fair that he carries Sofía around.”

“Sofía is still little, sweetheart.” Your brows rose upwards as you stared at her. “You’ve gotten too tall.” You still couldn’t believe she’d sprouted up so much already. She was right at your hip now.

She pouted, “But what if daddy loves Sofía more because he can carry her around?”

Oh, the things children worried about. You stood back up, glancing out the window and watching where Javier was playing with Sofía outside with Stevie.

“Come here,” You held your hand out to Josie, guiding her over to the kitchen table and sitting down beside her. “You may never tell your sister this.”

Josie’s eyes widened, “Pinky promise!” She said as she held up her hand with her pinky extended.

You laughed, hooking your finger around hers. “Now that you’ve promised, I can let you in on a little secret. I know this may be shocking news JoJo, but you are your daddy’s favorite.” You told her, petting your hand over her head of soft curls. “That’s not to say that he doesn’t love Sofía, but you are always going to be his baby. He might not be able to carry you around the house like he used to, but that doesn’t change anything.”

“Really?” She asked enthusiastically, covering her mouth and giggling.

“Yes, really.” You tapped your finger against her nose. “So even when you’re big and grown and have a family of your own… you’re going to be his baby girl.”

“I’m almost big and grown now!” She sat up a little taller then.

“Not quite.” You winked at her, sinking back in your chair. “You’re still my baby too.”

“Who do you love most, mommy?”

You pursed your lips thoughtfully, “Stevie.”

“Mommy!”

“You asked!” You laughed, shaking your head. “Honestly, I love all of you weirdos equally.” Javier was the one that would always help JoJo get away with anything and everything. And you had a feeling the same wouldn’t be said for Sofía.

Josie opened her mouth to say something, but the backdoor swept open and Stevie came bounding in with Sofía chasing after her and Javier lagging behind them.

“JoJo, I thought you were coming back out to play.” He remarked, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Mommy and I were having a big girl talk.”

He arched a brow and looked towards you then, “Oh?”

You shrugged, “It was something like that.” You turned towards Josie then as she climbed off the chair. “Why don’t you and Sofía go play in your room until lunch?”

“Okay.” Josie grinned and wiggled her pinky at you, before taking Sofía by the hand and heading down the hallway.

“And what was that about?” Javier questioned, wincing a little as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry, babe. I pinky promised our daughter.” You pushed the chair back and rose to your feet, holding his gaze. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“A little.” He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “Stevie got a little rambunctious and got me good while I was bending down.”

You grimaced, reaching out and brushing your fingers over his cheek. “We can’t have any fun next week if you’re broken, Javi.”

“Trust me, I know.” He huffed, shaking his head. “Are things good with Josie?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “She was just worried about where she stands in the ranking.”

“Ranking?” He arched a brow.

“I pinky promised her.” You ran a finger down the length of his nose, before tapping it against his lips. “How about a glass of water and some Tylenol?”

“Keeping secrets already. JoJo really is six going on sixteen.” Javier chuckled as he sat down in your seat, stretching out his back.

“One of us has to be the secret keeper in the family.” You gave him a look as you moved to the sink and filled up a glass for him. “And we both know that’s not you.”

Javier snorted, “I’ve kept one secret under wraps for a year.”

“Which is impressive.” You taunted.

“And in Colombia.”

You grabbed the Tylenol out of the cupboard and sat the bottle and the glass of water down in front of him. “Touché.”

Javier rolled his eyes as he popped the lid off the Tylenol and tossed two pills into his mouth, washing them down with the water. “I’m just saying, baby… I can keep a secret.”

“For the most part.” You played your fingers through his hair, trailing them back to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Alright, I’ll tell you… Josie was worried that Sofía had surpassed her. She thought that because Sofia’s little and easy to carry around, that you didn’t love her as much as you used to.”

“Really?” Javier shook his head. “Look, I’m not playing favorites, but it is Josie.”

“Maybe take her out for some ice cream before we leave.” You suggested, chewing on your bottom lip. “She’s a smart cookie.”

He curled his arm around your upper thighs, pulling you towards him. “Just like her mother.”

You ran your hand over the width of his shoulders, “Flattery will get you everywhere. You should’ve seen how worried she was. The things kids stress about.”

Javier chuckled, rubbing his thumb over your leg where his hand was curled. “I might take her and Stevie to the beach tomorrow, then to the boardwalk for ice cream.”

“I bet she’d love that.” You smiled down at him. Sofía and I will hold down the fort. Maybe watch Mulan for the hundredth time.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He gave your leg three short squeezes. “You looking forward to next weekend?”

“I am,” You nodded as you stepped out of his hold, “It’ll be nice to have a few days to ourselves.”

“I’m looking forward to sleeping in.” Javier remarked with a smirk as you shot him a look. “What?”

“You are getting old.” You clicked your tongue against your teeth. “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day that Javier Peña would be more inclined to sleep in than—“ You glanced down the hall to make sure you still heard plenty of sound coming from the girls. “— fuck his wife.”

“Did I say I wasn’t looking forward to that aspect of our getaway?” His brows rose upwards. “I don’t think I did.”

“It was implied.” You retorted with a grin. “I see how it is.”

Despite his back, Javier made short work of the distance between the two of you as he crowded close to you. Effectively trapping you between him and the kitchen counter. “Are you sure that is what the implication was?” He questioned, his lips close to yours. “Or perhaps I’m going to keep you up all night and we will have to sleep in.”

Your lips parted as you let out a shaky exhale, leaning into him. “That’s the alternative I’m looking forward to.” You whispered.

Javier cradled your cheek as he leaned in and kissed you.

You curled your fingers around the back of his neck and chased after his lips as he pulled back, “Bring this energy to next weekend.” You told him, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips.

“I plan on it.”

“Mommy?”

Shit.

Javier was quick to step away from you and busy himself with drying off the dishes that were drying in the rack.

“What’s up, babydoll?l

“Sofía is stinky.”

“Ah,” Your hands went to your hips. “I guess she was having a little too much fun.” You turned back towards Javier, giving a little head nod towards Josie, before you started towards the hall.

“Hey, princesa.”

“Yes, daddy?” Josie questioned with her sweetest voice.

“Think you have time in your busy schedule to go to the beach with me tomorrow?”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” Javier clapped his hands together. “Just you and me.”

“Can we get ice cream?”

“Of course.”

“That sounds like the best day ever!”

“I thought you’d like the sound of that.” Javier chuckled, as you stepped out of earshot and into Josie’s bedroom.

Sofía toddled towards you, grinning from ear-to-ear.

You scrunched up your nose, “You are far too happy to be that smelly, kiddo.” You scooped her up and headed for the nursery to handle the situation.

There was no doubt that both of you loved the girls equally, but you also knew you both had your favorites. Despite everything that had led up to and followed Sofía’s birth — there was something about her endearingly grumpy personality that made you love her just a little more.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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nsfwjay · 3 years

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GRRRR HEAD FULL THOUGHTS ON JAY ARE BEING THUNK

- Hand holding thing! Yes, as a hand-hllding connoisseur myself, I'd say he would be into the second one more, but I kinda imagined how he would do the intertwined-fingers one when yall are just softly making love, and even if you're on top or under him, he would like to intertwine yalls fingers like that while gazing softly into your eyes??

- SHDNDKDKDK the thOUGHT of him having a habit of scratching (?) his fingers back and forth.. so.. seggci.... It's like even a habit he might not be aware of??? Yall could be like.. cuddling with each other on the couch while watching netflix, he's got his arm around your shoulder, and his fingers are just subconsciously rubbing small patterns softly on your arm.....

- NON-SEXUAL DOMINANCE 🥺🥺 That shit is mf hot, u can't convince me otherwise. He's the type of person who doesn't really consciously try to be dominant non-sexually, but his aura is just.. there, yk? He has the subtle authority, his strictness, mmmmm delicious shit. Like it could be small stuff like when he reminds you to eat your lunch after he's done cooking, or when he reminds you to finish your pending assignments..

- Jay and fingering. Where to start... Hhhh, I personally think, (projecting again probably), that if he had a partner who were leaning more to clitoris stimulus rather than penetration in fingering, he'd be so damn good?? like imagine the soft pads of his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit.. as he gazes into your glistening, tear-filled eyes... "feels good, princess? i bet it does, you always get so sensitive for me.."

- Your brain is so seggci for the thought of him having a habit of holding the back of your head while giving you kithes. And running his fingers through your hair. I love you for that. 😔💓 Maybe when he's gaming, or cooking, and he's all focused.. you waddle to him just for a bit of affection.. He turns his head and sees your figure, a smile breaks on his face (he just couldn't help it), he'd drop whatever he was doing for a second, hold the back of your head, and give you multiple kithes.. On your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips..

Anyways I'm sorry if this is too long I just couldn't help myself 😔😔

Sincerely,

-🍷

- the soft holding hands one while actually making love .......... Yeah : (

- dude the scratching one have u seen those tiktok vids (i am not on tiktok but they appear on my reels ......) of like compilations of jay and jungwon's like physical comfortableness around each other...... their friendship is so soft and endearing it'd be so lovely for him to do that as a bf too 🥺

- YOU are absolutely right about his naturally dominating aura.... there is a reason so many ppl were thinking he'd be the leader of the debut group after iland ended......... but even his leadership skills on iland were so good cuz he rly pays attn to ppl and makes them feel valued......... and if he knew you weren't taking care of yourself like not sleeping enough, not eating meals, etc he'd be on your shit abt that....... which leads me back to soft!dom jay who doens't wanna punish you but knows he has to 🥺

- don't you think he'd be like. into / great at clit slapping.... between savoring the juices from your pussy and the pain of slapping it..... alternating between these over and over again until you're dizzy with pain and pleasure and he gets to see you cry :')

- LITERALLY THE HEAD CRADLING THING is so soft he gets onmy nerves so much it's s o f t and : (

#🍷 anon #sorry i answered this late hehe im just rly bad at typing on my phone so i didn't even wanna attempt it #jay

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orionwhispers · 5 years

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are you taking requests right now? if yes can i request a rainy night in cuddling and just wholesome fluff with tommy

(A/N - I was in the middle of a full on Tommy imagine when i got this request, it was so cute I had to write it asap. Defy not my best work but I enjoyed writing it so i hope u like it. just a lil something until i can finish my main stuff ly )

It’s a summer storm.

The rain pelts against the windows like stray bullets and you stretch your fingers against the cool glass, smiling softly at the handprint left behind.

The air had been muggy, sticking to your skin like second hand smoke but now it’s cooler, dancing across your bare flesh . The manor was empty, despite their protests you had sent the maids and cooks home, and sat comfortably in your own silence. You knew Tommy would protest at the idea of you alone, overprotective and paranoid about those who lurked in the shadows, but you enjoyed the quiet.

You had no idea of the time. Had only lit a handful of candles that glowed amber throughout the hallways, the only other source of light the full moon that followed you overhead. You couldn’t sleep. Your bed felt empty, cold and deserted, and you had tossed and turned for hours, aching for some kind of comfort.

When you missed him, it took over your whole body like a fever. You became subservient to your wandering mind, terrified of whatever situation your subconscious would conjure up. So you would fight to stay awake, challenging your over imaginative mind. You had cleaned the already sparkling crockery until your cuticles tore, had flicked aimlessly through a handful of novels you had been meaning to read, and had drank three full cups of honey sweetened tea, to no avail. So you took refuge at the top of the stairs, blanket cradled around your shoulders, chasing the rain with your fingertips like a child.

You knew he missed you too.

The night before he had left, he had cradled you close, taking in your sweet smell and the warmth of your body beside him. It was the thought of you that would keep him grounded whilst he was away for business, imagining returning home the only thing giving him a level head, helping him keep his cool. He despised leaving you, that hollow ache forming in the pit of his stomach whenever you were apart, terrified of the unknown and longing for the feel of you against him, only feeling whole with you by his side.

Thunder crackled outside, and the noise tore through the house, the paintings on the walls shaking softly. You hunched down further under your cover like it was a shield, letting the heat engulf you like a fire, warmth and comforting against the icy air. You were deep in your thoughts, watching droplets slide down the glass before you heard movement outside, making your ears prick up like a hounds.

You hesitated, heart thumping in your chest, as the gravel that Tommy insisted buying to alert you of any intruders, crunched and crackled loudly. You thought about grabbing a candle stick to ward off any potential attackers, but before you could move, you heard the heavy door whine on its hinges, salty cold air whipping through the hallway as a figure stepped inside.

You immediately calmed however, at the heartwarming sight of the familiar peaked cap and long black coat. Even amongst the ebony darkness surrounding him, he still took your breath away. He was dripping with water, pulling his hat away from his tousled curls and shaking the droplets from his frame, he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you took your time admiring him. You watched him move against the night, collected and calm like a panther, every step purposeful and determined.

“You’re back.”

His head snapped up, hard eyes softening at the mere sight of you, a small smile dancing on the edge of his lips, relief practically dripping from his shoulder like the rain from seeing you.

“Why are you up, eh? It’s late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

He watches you. Wanting nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and drag you to bed, but instead he relishes in the rare moment of solitude you have together.

“Right, well why didn’t you wake Mary?”

Barely a second passes and you can tell he’s twigged, creases forming across his forehead and his mouth opening from exasperation.

“(Y/N).” He starts, his tone scalding you like hot water, but you merely roll your eyes at your husband, looking at him through your eyelashes in a playful attempt to disarm him.

“They’ve been watching me like hawks for the last week, Tom. I’ve barely had a second to myself.”

He hesitates, hating the fact that you didn’t feel comfortable whilst he was gone, wishing he had been there for you. “You know I don’t like you being alone.” His accent is thicker, every time you’re apart you forget how deep his voice can get, and it trickles over you like water.

“Well, I’m not alone anymore am I?” You respond coyly.

The grandfather clock chimes softly, and shadows move across the floor like ballerinas. You look at his beautiful face under the soft light, rising to your feet and wrapping the blanket around your shoulder like it’s a cape. The sight of you melts him like butter, and he allows a rare grin to grace his features, striding along the floor to approach you.

“Come here.” He murmurs, finally reaching you, his arms snaking across your waist and pulling you close. You fall effortlessly into him, clinging to him like a child, desperate to have him attached to you. He buries his head into your hair, fingers gripping into your skin as if he’s terrified you’ll disappear.

After a moment, he places two strong hands either side of your face, leaning in and kissing you passionately and you drown in his recognisable smell of tobacco and mint. You connect like magnets, tangling together so perfectly, your pulses synced. He’s drugged by the familiar taste of you, like an addict desperate for another hit he opens his mouth wider, desperate for as much as you as he can swallow. You’re intoxicating.

Calloused fingers stroke the pads of your cheeks as he pulls away, much too soon for either of your likings, but he needs a moment to take you in, any bad thoughts slipping away as he looks at you. Staring at you with those sea glass coloured eyes you adore, he frowns at the sight of your exhausted skin, the matching deep marks under your eyes and the lacklustre colour of your cheeks, usually so vibrant and bright. He’s missed you so much that the animalistic part of him is desperate to take you then and there, frantic for the feel of you underneath him that he craves terribly. But instead, his heart tugs at your broken state, knowing all too well his absence is the cause of your restlessness and he stares you down playfully, his stern voice returning as he orders,

“You. Bed. Now.”

Satin sheets caress your skin and the room smells like lavender and vanilla but none of it compares to the warmth and comfort you get from your husband lying next to you. The rain is louder now, thrashing against the windows, lighting striking the sky every few minutes, illuminating your bodies. His fingertips trail along your skin, he’s a man of few words but you can understand everything he doesn’t say in these moments. Feeling the love radiate off your gangster as he sits next to you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair tousled and unkempt. Your eyelids are growing heavy, but you can’t resist toying with him some more.

“Tommy?”

“Hm?” He asks, tangling his fingers into your hair, massaging your scalp gently.

“I thought you weren't supposed to be home till Monday?” You rest your head on his lower stomach, smiling at him despite the tiredness that aches under your skin, “I thought you had that meeting, you know? The one in London?” He doesn't respond, his fingers tightening their grip on your locks, and you smile widely, burying your chin into the cotton of his shirt. “You came home because of me didn’t you?” You tease, “Because you missed me so much.”

He rolls his eyes, looking at you from under hooded eyelids, clouded with love and lust and sleep. He doesn’t need to say anything and you’ll know the answer, you’re his weakness, just like he’s yours.

“I don’t know why, all you do is bloody bully me.” He replies, pressing a lingering kiss onto the top of your head, a smile gathering at the corner of his mouth. He traces patterns along the edge of your thigh, dazed by the skin peeking out from under your blush coloured nightgown. He whispers gently into your ear as you finally start to give into your exhaustion, breathing levelling out like the wind rustling through the trees beside your window. “Sleep now, alright? I’ll be right here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere, not for a little while, anyway. Think we need some time alone, don’t you?”

In the morning you’ll awake to a thousand kisses along your bare skin. In the morning he’ll show you just how much he’s missed you, just how much he loves you, but that can wait, for now he’s more than happy to be beside you, next to the woman he adores, finally able to fall asleep.

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby oneshot #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders oneshot #peaky blinders drabble

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straightouttaneptune · 5 years

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Hii i read ur thor fics and really love’em so i was wondering that maybe you could write one about Kevin Beckman the ghostbusters character and that maybe u love kev alot but thor get really jealous and mad

Ghostbusters

Pairing: Thor x reader

Warning: Comedic, swearing, oblivious reader, and fluff. Avengers fluff as well

A/N: I had so much fun writing this!! Thank you so much for the amazing prompt, @gbadwal !

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“Movie night!” You heard Clint scream at the top of his lungs, and so did rest of the team as you saw them all poking their heads out of their doors. “What is bird-man number 2 up to this time?” Bucky exited his room with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, dragging a shirtless Steve along behind him.

You look back at Thor who had his arms wrapped around you as you poked your head out your door. “Let’s not keep Katniss Everdeen waiting.” You chuckle to yourself, pulling your love by his wrist.

You shake your head in confusion as you entered the living room to be met with Clint standing on the 7,000 dollar coffee table. Tony looks utterly infuriated, dramatically frailing his arms everywhere as he mumbles incoherent words.

“What is it, Clint?” Wanda asks unamused, wishing to go back to making paprika soup with Vision.

“I told ya. Movie night.” Clint hops off the coffee table, pulling out a Netflix account on the Apple TV. “Luckily, we get to watch Netflix for free. Because Stark bought the whole damn company for Parker.” Clint placed himself on one of the couches, looking at his teammates hopefully.

“Well, I believe we should watch Wonder Woman!” Thor beamed, and the not-so-enthusiastic Avengers immediately went into an argument about what to watch.

“Justice League? More like just stop League.“

"Clint, you’re not cool.”

“How about we watch Disney?"

"You know, I heard Harry Potter is good.”

“Hairy Potter? What a… unique name for a pottery artist.”

“Have you guys seen Riverdale-”

“SHUT UP. WE DON’T TALK ABOUT RIVERDALE”

After a good amount of arguing later, the team finally decided on a movie called the “Ghostbusters”. You actually have no idea how many times you’ve seen it, just to swoon over the dumb handsome dude in it. You didn’t know what it was, but Kevin’s adorableness was your weak spot. It also helped that he looked a little like Thor as well.

“I’ve always liked Jillian.” Clint’s voice is muffled by all the popcorn he stuffed into his mouth, but still gets a nod of agreement from Tony.

“Kevin is so cute.” You whisper out subconsciously, not aware that you had said it out loud. You were drawn in by the charming man on the screen, your lips curling upward every time he came on. Thor began to notice this, watching you closely as your eyes followed the character.

He pulls you a little closer to him, in hopes that you’d pay more attention to him. But you don’t, you continue on making heart eyes at Kevin with what normally would be a smile that makes Thor very happy.

After the movie was over and everyone was just lounging in the living room, you were scrolling through Instagram watching edits and posts of Kevin, a gorgeous smile plastered on your face the whole time. You sat sideways between Thor and Steve, your legs resting on Thor's lap and your back facing Steve. Thor craned his head to look inside your phone screen, brows knitted in judgment as he watched Kevin.

"My dove, what is so pleasant about this dense mortal?” Thor asked you with jealousy lacing his every word. You looked up from your phone, smiling at him softly. “He’s nothing compared to you, love.” You chuckled, which made Thor beam up with pride, but you went back to your phone once again.

Thor wasn’t usually this jealous of another man, let alone a fictional one… But he couldn’t help but purse his lips in a frown as he watched you. He eventually stood up from under you, making your head fall onto Steve's lap.

You looked up from your phone bewildered, confused as to why he was acting so strange. Everyone else watched amused as Steve's face went bright red, pretending to be doing their own things.

"Point break's jelly, Y/N." Tony quickly snapped his own comment in, looking up from the book he was "reading".

"Jealous? Thor? Never." You responded light-heartedly but seriously started to question your judgment as soon as the words left your mouth. "Yeah, on second thought, I'll be right back."

A low rumble of laughter waved over the huddled superhumans, all of them knowing that you and Thor would be back in each other's arms 5 minutes later.

"Thor?..." You gently opened the door to your shared room, calling for him softly. You entered the room to see Thor staring out the windows while seated on the king-sized bed.

"Y/N." Oh shit. He called you by your name, not the usual pet name "My dove" he has for you.

"Come on, Thor. You know you're better than any fictional character in the world." You neared him slowly, he has yet to even turn to look at you. Oh yeah, the god of thunder was mad. Big time.

"Am I not enough for you, dove?" His next words weren't from anger, but with a hint of sadness. You didn't mean to make him feel this way at all.

"Of course you are. It was just the fangirl in me from 2008 or something. I used to really like this actor, Chris Hemsworth. But that's it, my love." You walked in front of him and cupped his cheeks, his eyes swirling with sorrow.

The corners of his lips tugged upwards, making your lips mimic the movement. You stood there cradling his head into your chest as his arms wrapped around your middle. No one attracted you like Thor. Not even the hottest of celebrity crushes.

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earlybeck · 5 years

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Now that is a sexy sound. this time he pulls her head right back, cradling her. he kisses her once more, and greedily she swallow the wine he gives her. he smiles as he kisses her again.”

he tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins.We're breathless when Christian pulls away.

We always hurt the ones we love, darling. You’ll have to tell her you’re sorry. and mean it and give her time.

his wedding ring clinks against the glass as he takes another sip of wine. Now that is a sexy sound. this time he pulls her head right back, cradling her. he kisses her once more, and greedily she swallow the wine he gives her. he smiles as he kisses her again.”

“Drinking in his scent, She curl around him, trying to ignore the loss and devastation She felt in her dream, and in that moment, She know that her deepest, darkest fear would be losing him”

“Okay,” She mumble, completely bemused, bewildered, and shell-shocked. He leans over her desk. What now ? She was caught in his hypnotic gaze. “Love doing business with you, Mrs. Grey.” He leans in closer as she sit paralyzed, and he plants a soft tender kiss on her lips. “Laters baby,” he murmurs. He stands abruptly, winks at her, and leaves. She lay her head on her desk, feeling like She have been run over by a freight train – the freight train that is her beloved husband. He has to be the most frustrating, annoying, contrary man on the planet. She sit up and frantically rub her eyes. What have I just agreed to ?”

pursing my lips, I strive to appear unaffected by his touch. he is so artful at diverting me from anything painful, or anything he doesn’t want to address. and you let him, my subconscious pipes up unhelpfully, gazing over her copy of Jane Eyre.

E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I’d give you . . . me.”

He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside her, pulling her into his arms against his chest so that they’re spooning. “It’s perfect. Like you.

“there's a joy in her helplessness, joy in her surrender to him, and to know that he can lose himself in her the way he wants to. She can do this. he takes her to these dark places, places she didn't know existed, and together they fill them with blinding light. Oh yes...blazing, blinding light."

You love strapping me in, don’t you?” “In any form,” he says, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “You are a pervert.” “I know.” He raises his eyebrows and his grin broadens. “My pervert,” I whisper. “Yes, yours.”

“P.S. I also note that you included the Stalker's Anthem "Every Breath You Take" I do enjoy our sense of humour.

“I want you, Anastasia,” he murmurs. “I love and I hate, and I love arguing with you. It’s very new. I need to know that we’re okay. It’s the only way I know how.” “my feelings for you haven’t changed,”

I whisper. his proximity is overwhelming, exhilarating. the familiar pull is there, all my synapses goading me toward him, my inner goddess at her most libidinous. Staring at the patch of hair in the V of his shirt, I bite my lip, helpless, driven by desire—I want to taste him there.he’s so close, but he doesn’t touch me. his heat is warming my skin. - Anastasia Steele

“I’m not going to touch you until you say yes,” he says softly. “but right now, after a really beautiful morning, I want to bury myself in you and just forget everything but us.”

E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

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“You love strapping me in, don’t you ?” “In any form,” he says, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “You are a pervert.” “I know.” he raises his eyebrows and his grin broadens. “my pervert,” She whisper. “Yes, yours.”

“I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I’d give you . . . me.”

He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside her, pulling her into his arms against his chest so that they’re spooning. “It’s perfect. Like you.

“P.S. I also note that you included the Stalker's Anthem "Every Breath You Take" I do enjoy our sense of humour.

- Anastasia Steele

“I’m not going to touch you until you say yes,” he says softly. “But right now, after a really beautiful morning, I want to bury myself in you and just forget everything but us.”

E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

We always hurt the ones we love, darling. You’ll have to tell her you’re sorry. and mean it and give her time.

His wedding ring clinks against the glass as he takes another sip of wine. Now that is a sexy sound. this time he pulls my head right back, cradling me. He kisses me once more, and greedily I swallow the wine he gives me. he smiles as he kisses me again.”

“Drinking in his scent, I curl around him, trying to ignore the loss and devasta- tion I felt in my dream, and in that moment, I know that my deepest, darkest fear would be losing him”

“Okay,” I mumble, completely bemused, bewildered, and shell-shocked. he leans over my desk. What now? I am caught in his hypnotic gaze. “Love doing business with you, Mrs. Grey.” he leans in closer as I sit paralyzed, and he plants a soft tender kiss on my lips. “Laters baby,” he murmurs. He stands abruptly, winks at me, and leaves. I lay my head on my desk, feeling like I’ve been run over by a freight train – the freight train that is my beloved husband. He has to be the most frustrating, annoying, contrary man on the planet. I sit up and frantically rub my eyes. What have I just agreed to?”

Pursing my lips, I strive to appear unaffected by his touch. he is so artful at diverting me from anything painful, or anything he doesn’t want to address. And you let him, my subconscious pipes up unhelpfully, gazing over her copy of Jane Eyre.”

E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed