#kissing all of you on the forehead as you grace my ask box with your presence ily

[justablah56]

throwing my anon hat into your ring. you are a beloved mutual of mine, know that since the dawn of my tumblr lifespan you have been a force of good. mayhap I shall leave more messages, a quest perhaps. perchance. farewell my sibling, and godspeed.

ee hee giggling and kicking my feet hiiiii anon !!!! first , I need you to know that you are also a dearly beloved mutual . i say this with 100% certainly because all of my mutuals are so cool and I love all of you so much <3 also absolutely delighted that apparently I've somehow been here your entire Tumblr lifespan that's wild - and second - A QUEST !?

[nebulaafterdark]

The Succession

Summary: After the battle of Rook’s Rest, Queen Y/N is forced to rule alongside Prince Regent Aemond, in an attempt to keep her children safe and eventually seat her mother, Rhaenyra, on the throne. While attending her husband, on what appears to be his deathbed, she begins to unravel the dark truth of his near passing.

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

“Behold, the traitor dragon, Meleys. Slain by King Aegon.”

Cole might’ve bellowed anything before the mention of Y/N’s husband and she would not have heard it. Breaching the castle doors, out onto the streets, where the smallfolk stare in wonder. The Queen has scarcely been seen in the days following her husband’s accession, leaving many to wonder if she still lives.

Here she stands, in the flesh, walking about them like a commoner. “Where is Aegon?” She finds Ser Criston, keeping pace beside his horse.

“You mustn’t be about, your grace. It is not safe.”

“Where is my husband?”

Ser Gwayne looks back toward his fallen nephew, now carried by men.

“No,” Y/N shakes her head, falling in line with the oversized box one might mistake for a casket. She can’t see much of anything through the slats.

“You must return to the castle, my Queen.” Cole circles back for her. “His Grace will need you at his side.”

“He’s alive?” Y/N breathes.

“When last I checked.”

She nods, remaining beside her husband as he is carted into the castle, up the stairs to his chambers. The maesters await him, peeling away armor and bits of charred flesh with it, to reveal the extent of his injuries.

“Is my son going to die?” Alicent asks.

“He is badly burned.” The maester informs the Queen dowager.

“Men survive burns.” Y/N says, holding a hand to her belly, attempting to quell the churning.

“He has many broken bones.”

“Bones heal.”

The grand maester sighs, “that is our hope, your grace.”

What lies beneath his breastplate is naught but more red, angry skin, or lack there of. Alicent comes round to Y/N, a rare occasion, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Mayhaps it is best you step away.”

“I will stay,” Y/N shakes her head, “if anything happens… I must stay.” Hold his hand as he goes, if it comes to it.

Alicent nods, withdrawing.

Aegon’s breathing is something awful. Men survive burns. Bones heal.

An eternity passes in that room, on bated breath. Eventually the maesters begin clearing out, leaving the King to mutter, incoherently.

“Your grace.” The grand maester turns to Y/N. “It is done.”

“Thank you, Grand Maester. For all you have done, I- I owe you a debt.”

The man takes her hand, “we can only do so much to aid in the king’s healing, I believe it is you he needs. Be his strength.”

Y/N nods, “of course.” She makes herself comfortable upon the mattress beside him as the doors close, giving them a moment alone.

Aegon’s mumblings grow louder, though still impossible to make sense of.

“Shhh,” Y/N hushes him, brushing hair from his face. “There is nothing to fear. You need only…get better for me. I will tend the council shortly, but I shall return.”

He quiets then, as though her gentle reassurance is all he wanted.

“I will not abandon you. Not now, not ever. Rest easy, my love. You are safe now.” She presses a kiss to his forehead, before taking the stairs down to join the small council.

Those sitting around the table are already in deep discussion, gaping at the Queen’s entrance, standing to greet her.

“So kind of you to wait for me, my lords.” Y/N smiles, taking her ball from the center.

“We thought you might be with his grace, the king.” The hand explains. “He will be expecting you when he wakes.”

“I am not sure he will ever wake.” The grand maester cuts in. “His fate lies with the gods now.”

“Give it time.” Y/N sniffs, “it has been mere hours since his return.”

“If Aegon could wake, he would have done so for you.” Alicent decides. “A king cannot rule in his sleep, we must appoint a regent to serve in his absence.”

“I am awake.” Y/N reminds them.

“My Queen,” Tyland Lannister interjects, “if I may be so bold. Your lord husband has been wounded in battle, he will need your tender hand if we hope him to make any sort of recovery.”

“That is very thoughtful of you, Lord Tyland.” Y/N replies, in a measured tone. Should she lose her head before the council, there will be no coming back from it. “Still, I am willing and able to rule.”

“In the event of his grace’s untimely death, we must be prepared to proceed with the succession.”

“Understandably, and we do not lack heirs. My husband and I have four children.” Y/N shifts in her chair. “Assuming, as you have, that the men of the realm will never accept a woman on the throne, we then pass the crown to our first born son.” To charm the snakes, you must behave as a snake.

The council looks to each other. “Prince Laenor is but two years of age, our next ruling king, by law; though too young to presently serve.”

“I will advise him, I am his mother.”

Alicent rises from her seat, “might I humbly suggest myself? I have already done so during my late husband’s long illness-”

“Which was fine then?” Y/N arches a brow, “a wife to rule in her husband’s absence.”

Alicent lowers her gaze. “This is different.”

“Because I am your enemy’s daughter and named heir,” Y/N huffs. “Rules for thee, not for me. Isn’t that right?”

“Mind yourself.”

“Or what?” Y/N lifts a shoulder, “you will usurp my husband, as you did my mother?”

“Viserys changed his mind.” Alicent says, with finality. “I am sorry for what’s happened, but with his dying breath, he wished for Aegon to be king. I pray you do not hear a similar whisper from your husband anytime soon.”

“I love my husband,” Y/N seethes, “let that be known.”

“Of course, my Queen.”

“Whatever the members of this council intend to do now will be spoken plainly, in my presence.” Y/N demands, staring down at her wedding ring.

“I believe it is in our best interest to appoint Prince Aemond as Regent, until our King has been restored.” Ser Criston announces, “as hand, I know the king’s greatest concern is the safety and well being of his wife and children. We must honor that, in these unprecedented times.”

Y/N swallows, “very well.”

“My Queen.” Aemond reaches past her for the council ball, abandoned by her husband.

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Y/N goes through the motions, putting their children to bed. All is well, my darlings. Father needs only rest. When they have each found sleep, she returns to Aegon. Speaking to him the same way she always has, as though he can hear.

“The men of the council are restless in your absence. They circle like vultures now,” Y/N chokes out, touching the unmarred skin of his face. “And I am alone in this….I have never been alone.”

If she knew no better, she could swear his fingers twitch against hers. Mayhaps she is gripping them too tightly. She releases his hand, much to Aegon’s dismay, grumbling his discontent.

“Hush now, I am here and you are here. The rest will sort,” Y/N reminds him.

She watches him then, the heaving rise and fall of his chest, wrapped in bandages. Men survive burns. Bones heal.

In time, Alicent joins her at Aegon’s side. “Has there been any change?”

“No,” Y/N shakes her head.

“You are kind to be here, he loves nothing in the world as he loves you. I am sure your presence alone is a comfort to him.”

“That is my hope,” Y/N admits.

“I will leave you to it.” Alicent offers a hint of a smile, making for the door.

“Mummy.”

Y/N hears it, his mother does not. “Alicent,” she calls her back.

Alicent flicks away tears before turning round, “what is it?”

“He’s asking for you.”

“F-for me?”

Y/N nods, giving his hand a squeeze.

Alicent returns to his bedside, passing a hand over the side of his face. “I’m here.”

He draws in a rattling breath, “protect her.” Aegon stumbles over the words. “Please, Mummy.”

Y/N inhales sharply, hushing him.

Alicent locks eyes with her daughter by law. I pray you do not hear a similar whisper from your husband anytime soon. “I will do this, for you, Aegon. You needn’t worry.”

Aegon says nothing else, succumbing to sleep once more.

Alicent excuses herself, with a nod.

Y/N muffles the sound of her cries in the hand which isn’t holding his. She’s only half awake by the time she hears footfall and whispering at the end of her husband’s bed.

“Was it worth the price?” Helaena asks.

“I’ve no idea what you mean, my darling.” Aemond mutters, brushing his lips against her cheek.

Part 2

[alotofpockets]

When your heart stops beating | Part 1 | Leah Williamson x Lioness!Reader

Where you go down on the pitch and go into cardiac arrest

Warnings: cardiac arrest, CPR, AED, possibly incorrect medical terms

A/n: Happy birthday @wosoamazing, this one is for you!

Read Part 2 here

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.1k

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“She does know this game day walk is meant to be relaxing, right?” Millie asks Leah, while the two of them watch you run around with Grace. Leah’s face lights up as you rush past and your giggles reach her ears. “I think she knows, but that she doesn’t care.” 

Where Leah was often found in a quiet corner of the room playing her sudoku’s, you were always running around and doing something active. Today on your game day walk, that consisted of playing tag with Grace. 

“I don’t know how you keep up with her.” Millie had known the both of you for a long time, and yet the question always lingered somewhere in the back of her mind. Leah Williamson was usually the quiet and composed one, especially since she became a part of the captain’s team. You, on the other hand, were always present and expressive. 

“I don’t have to keep up, cause at the end of the day, she always comes running back to me.” Leah said with a content smile. As if you heard Leah’s words, you came running towards her, “Hi baby.” You put your arms around her as you walked backwards for a few steps. “Hi love, did you win?” 

The smirk on your face instantly gave away the answer. “I did, ‘cause Gracie gave up when I was too fast for her.” Leah kissed your forehead, “That’s my girl. Hope you have enough energy left for the match.” You make your way around so you’re now walking next to Leah, “Oh yeah, don’t worry cap, you know I’ve got plenty more where this came from.” Leah rolls her eyes, she might be your captain, but she hated when you called her that.

You had been right though, you were running up and down the flank as if you hadn’t been running around all morning already. You went into halftime with a 1-1 score, knowing Leah was going to give her captain’s speech about being better on set pieces. There had been plenty of opportunities to have broken the tie with them, but hadn’t been able to get the ball in the back of the net from them yet. 

After halftime you're able to break free on the left hand side of the pitch, you manage to get the ball in the far corner where you are quickly surrounded by two defenders. You tried to get out with some fancy footwork, but they weren’t falling for your tricks. Instead you opted on getting the corner, so you kicked the ball against one of them to get it out of bounds. 

Alex ran up to take the corner, while you made your way to the box. You give each other a quick high five, “Let’s show Leah what we can do from set pieces.” Alex said before continuing on her way to the corner.

Once everyone was in position, Alex lifted her hands, and sent her cross in. The ball was coming right in front of the goal, you ran forward and jumped up into the air hoping to reach it. What you hadn’t seen was that the goalkeeper had taken a couple of steps forward and took a firm stand to punch the ball out of the way. Less than a second after you head the ball in the direction of the goal a pair of fists collide with your chest. A shot of pain goes through your whole body as you fall to the ground. The moment your head hits the ground, the world around you goes blank.

Alessia was the first one by your side, as she had stood ready at the back post. You weren’t moving, and you weren’t responding. Alessia looks up with a face full of worry, only to meet Leah’s panicked eyes. 

The medical team was quick by your side, and told the surrounding players to give them some space. Alessia stood up and pulled Leah away from the scene, “Come on, they need space to help her.”

“She isn’t breathing.” One medic said to the other. He went to check your pulse next, “Her pulse is weak. Let’s get her on some air and get her on a heart rate monitor.” The medic made quick work of getting the right equipment, while the players watched the scene unfold in horror, their faces pale with fear and concern. 

They put the oxygen mask on your face, and connect the electrodes to your chest. Your heartbeat was shown on the monitor, and like the medic said it was weak. The beeps sounding from the monitor started slowing down. “Heart rate is dropping. Prepare for CPR.”

Beth stood with her arm around a crying Leah. It was hard for the whole team to see you on the ground like this, but Beth knew that someone needed to be strong for Leah. The rest of the team stood grouped to the side, worriedly looking at their unconscious teammate.

Leah fell to her knees when they started doing CPR on you, Beth tried comforting her as best as she could while tears started forming in her eyes as well. An ambulance was driven onto the pitch, and the paramedics ran up to take over CPR. 

One of the paramedics took over compressions, while the other got the defibrillator ready. The paramedic halts the compressions for a moment as they cut off your shirt. “Hold compressions.” The lead paramedics says, and places the defibrillator paddles on your chest. 

The whole stadium was quiet as the paramedics got ready to shock your heart. “Charging.” The paramedic said, followed by a beep signalling that the defibrillator was ready to shock, “Clear!” 

Your body jolted from the shock, and the paramedics eyed the monitor hopefully. Still nothing. They started compressions again, while the machine recharged. 

“Come on, stay with me.” Leah cried out as the pedals were brought to your chest again. “Clear!” Another shock jolts through your body. “We’ve got her!” The paramedic says, his voice full of relief as the monitor shows a steady heartbeat.  

Your heart might be beating again, but you were still unconscious. “Alright, let’s get her to a hospital.” The stretcher was brought from the back of the ambulance, and you were moved onto it. 

Leah was taking off her armband and shoving it in Beth’s hands. “I have to go with her.” Beth understood, “Go, we’ve got this.” Leah runs over to the ambulance and gets into the back with you. Her eyes were focussed on the steady rhythm of your heart beat on the monitor, while she held your hand tightly. “Stay with me baby.” She whispered over and over again. Leah was definitively in shock, having just watched her girlfriend die and be brought back to life, but your fight wasn’t over yet, you still had to wake up.

Leah sat at your bedside, her hand clutched around yours. The doctor's had done many tests and scans, and had told her that all the tests came back negative and your scans were clear. They had to wait until you woke up to fully assess your memory and motor function. While the doctors were sounding hopeful, Leah still feared the worst.

Doctor's checked on you every 30 minutes. Leah never moved away, staying by your side, holding your hand. It was after the fourth check in that Leah suddenly felt you squeezed her hand. She shot up instantly, “Baby, I'm here.” 

You slowly open your eyes and take in your surroundings. A hospital? You’d have to ask someone what happened, but first you had a more urgent question, so you turn towards the voice. “Did it go in?”

Leah’s eyes filled up with tears. “Did what go in?” You frown, Leah wanted better set pieces and now she didn't know what you were referring to? “The corner, did I score?” Your girlfriend chuckles lightly, realising that this meant you remembered what happened before the accident. “Yes, you did.” Leah wipes the tears from her cheeks.

“Did we win?” You ask next, still having more important questions on your mind than the one relating to you being in a hospital bed. “I don’t know actually.” You’re about to take out the nasal cannula cause you didn’t like the feeling. “Baby, don't touch that, you gotta leave that in.” 

Leah pressed the help button on your bedside, like the nurse had urged her to do when you woke up. “What’s going on Lee?” She shakes her head, “Let’s wait for the doctor’s.” You didn’t understand why Leah didn’t just tell you what was going on, so you pushed more. “Why so serious, love? I just want to know why I can’t take these tubes off.” Leah really tried not being the one to break this to you, but she knew you wouldn’t drop it. 

“Because I watched you die.” You watch her in disbelief. “Your heart stopped on the pitch, they had to shock your heart back to life. You aren’t taking that off until a doctor tells you it’s okay.” The realisation of what had happened started dawning on you. “Copy that, cap.” She rolls her eyes, but steps closer to hug you. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” The nurse walked in. “I see someone is awake. How are you feeling?” You look between Leah and the nurse. “Leah, said I couldn’t take this oxygen thing off, because I died. Did I really die?” The nurse nods, “You did for a moment. Your heart stopped beating after your accident, but the medical team and the paramedics got you back. After that you were brought here, all your tests and scans looked good. The doctor just wants to do a couple tests before you can take the nasal cannula out, I will ask her to come down here soon, I promise.”

Sure enough the doctor showed up in your room within the next five minutes. She did some tests and you were able to take the tube away. “Alright, I want to keep you overnight, just to make sure. Some more tests in the morning, and if those are clear you can go home.”

You couldn’t wait to get home and no longer be in the gloomy hospital room. Lotte had come by with some dinner, and your bags from the stadium. Leah used the time Lotte was there to keep you company to quickly get changed out of her kit, and into the clothes she had packed this morning when she left home. 

After some dinner, Lotte took a picture of the both of you to send to the group chat with an update to the rest of the team. The admin team contacted you to ask if you consented to them using the picture in your injury update post, which you agreed to.

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Lionesses just posted

Lionesses: After some scary moments today, we are happy to share that Y/n is concious and doing well.

She will continue to be monitored, but should make a full recovery.

Sending all our love and well wishes towards you, Y/n!

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Leah stayed the night, there was no way she was going to leave your side any time soon. She spent the evening cuddled up with you on the hospital bed, watching a movie together. For you the accident was just what people told you had happened, otherwise it was just one big blank space and then waking up in the hospital. Of course it had been scary to hear that your heart stopped beating, but Leah had seen all that happen. She watched you die, and that visual wasn’t going to leave her head any time soon.

The next morning you successfully finished all the doctor’s tests, and were ready to go home. Lotte was there again to pick you up, since you had both gotten here in the back of the ambulance. 

The doctor’s had put you on bedrest, which you weren’t looking forward to, but you knew it was for your own safety. Leah had already let the staff know that she was taking the week off to be with you, which they fully understood. 

After Lotte dropped the two of you off at your house, Leah took you right to the bedroom where she told you to stay put. Five minutes later she came back with blankets, pillows, water bottles, and snacks. “We’re having a movie marathon, doctor’s orders.” You smiled at her fondly, usually you had too much energy to sit through a full movie, and you realised that Leah was going to take advantage of your bedrest situation. Not that you mattered one bit though, you were all for a night of cuddles with her.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request Sampo, Blade, Dan Heng, Welt, and Argenti getting a massive bouquet of flowers and cake as a gift from their s/o?

Argenti: loves giving people flowers and such.

It doesn’t matter who the recipient is either:

Elderly people who are lonely, elderly couples who are still together and very much in love, Young couples, Single people, people in general; Hello! Even stray cats, stray dogs and birds alike get a flower or two and animal safe cakes to eat.

Argenti gives EVERYONE and everything flowers and never asks for anything in exchange.

So when you’re the one to finally give this man his long over due -but much deserved- flowers. You were having an hard time trying to hold up an entire bouquet of a hundred ruby red roses in one hand, and a box of red velvet daisy cakes in the other.

You loved this man dearly and believed that he deserved nothing but the absolute best of the best.

Needless to say this man was swooning at the beauty of your gifts and accepts them wholeheartedly, as he then hold them close to his chest and inhaled the sweet scent deeply, humming in content as a smile graced his lips. He looked so pretty when he smiled like that, then again he was always pretty to you but in that moment he was so ethereal it took your breath away.

‘Thank you my beloved.’ He said as he kisses your cheek. ‘I shall treasure these flowers until their petals loose colour and their stems can no longer support them, but they’ll still be beautiful regardless because you gave me them.’ You mentally cursed Argenti and his seemingly effortless way with words as you burrow yourself into his side.

‘You deserve those flowers and I’m just ashamed that you didn’t receive them earlier.’ You said and Argenti chuckled, falling more and more in love with your beautiful heart by the second.

‘I don’t need flowers when I have you my dear, now would you mind in helping me eat these lovely cakes?’ Argenti asks as he picks up two of the red velvet cakes, admiring the skill that went into them. ‘I don’t think I can eat them all by myself and I would much prefer being in the company of my little flower.’ He concludes as he puts one of the cakes in your hands with a smile.

How could you say no to that face.

Welt: this man probably has had flowers from the likes of March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom Pom and Caelus/Stelle but they were nowhere comparable to the bouquet of flowers that you’ve bought for him.

He’s a little flustered at the gesture because wow that’s a lot of flowers for an old man like him. However he will take them as a gesture of goodwill and respect for you.

‘What’s the occasion? I’m certain I’m not missing any important events for such a gift.’ He mutters to himself as he squints at the calendar on his phone. Even with glasses on Welt could feel his eyes strain against the bright light of the phone screen. (Grandpa core.)

You giggle at the sight, if never failed to make you smile whenever he did the whole squinting his eyes to look at the screen, it was unabashedly Welt and you loved him regardless. Respectful older men was your type and Welt covered all basis of this.

‘No, I just wanted to give you some gifts as to thank you for everything you’ve done, not just for me but everyone.’ You told him as he puts away his phone and smiles at you. ‘I appreciate the gifts but you didn’t have to feel obligated to get me anything.’ He says, feeling as though there were other people more deserving of such generous gifts than him.

‘There’s no obligation Welt.’ You defended. ‘I wanted to get you something because you’re worth a thousand bouquets and so much more!’ Welt was moved by your words and made his way towards you, holding your face in his hands as he kisses your forehead softly.

‘Thank you. I shall treasure them forever.’

Sampo: acts like he receives flowers all the time but he’s bluffing and you know it from the way he’d trip over his own words.

He’s deeply touched that you got an old fool like him flowers and sweet cakes.

‘All this for ol Sampo? Oh you shouldn’t have.’ He’d say as he’s wiping a tear from his eyes before he then practically salivating over the sweet treats that smelt rich in sweetness in every aspect of its creation.

‘Only the best for my favourite masked fool.’ You replied fondly as you watched Sampo act like a kid in a sweet shop with the way his eyes brightened and how his smile seems to widen more over time.

‘Your favourite masked fool?’ Sampo echoed, pouting as he puts his hands on his hips. ‘How many other masked fools do you know besides me?’ He asks, not liking the idea of sharing you with the likes of Giovanni or something , you were his buddy! He can go find his own buddy elsewhere!

You chuckled as you ran a thumb across his pouty lip, pressing a kiss there because you could along with the fact that Sampo was an absolute sucker for your kisses. ‘You’re the only one I ever need to know because everyone else fails in comparison to the great Sampo Koski.’ You praised him as Sampo buried his head into your neck and attached his arms to your waist, drawing you closer into him.

‘Thank you for the flowers and the cakes.’ He whispers. ‘I really like them…will you…do this again for me next time?’ You kissed the top of his head. ‘You’re very welcome Sampo and of course I will, I’ve got to keep you happy somehow.’ You told him and under his breath Sampo then said, ‘how can I be made even more happy when I’m happy enough as it is with you already here in my arms?’

Blade: skeptical.

Never, ever, ever has he ever been given flowers. Never.

So needless to say he’s a little on edge and side eye the harmless bouquet of flowers as though they just personally insulted him.

‘What’s this.’ He’d ask.

‘A bouquet of flowers and a couple of Black Forest Gateau cakes.’ You responded as your smile melted off of your face. ‘You don’t like them do you.’

‘No.’ Blade, feeling the hurt within your voice cut into him deeply, says immediately. ‘I’m just not accustomed to being given gifts because no one in their right mind would give someone like me flowers and cakes. I don’t deserve them.’ He adds as a somber silence befell you both.

‘Well I think you do.’ You said after a while and Blade could only raise a brow at you. ‘It’s true! I’ll buy you a thousand bouquet of flowers and boxes of cakes if it means proving to you that you’re worth such things.’ You doubled down on your promise and Blade couldn’t help but smile a little at your determination to prove him wrong. It was a trait that he loved about you but wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

‘Even if the trail I leave behind is one of blood, death and pain?’ He asks.

‘Even then.’ You reaffirmed and Blade felt a warmth flood through him then and there as he sighs and takes the bouquet into his arms. ‘I’m no florist,’ he starts as he was just about to take the flowers up to his room before stopping to look at you over his shoulder, ‘but I’ll try to keep them alive, for you.’ He adds and your smile came back in full force.

A sight he loves to see as often as he could.

‘Everything has to die at some point, even flowers.’ You told him but he wasn’t having it.

‘Not if the flowers are from you, then I’ll keep trying in getting them to live forever.’ Blade replied and it was honestly the most romantic thing he’s ever said in that moment.

Dan Heng: thinks they were for someone else at first.

He, like welt, receives flowers for the rest of the Astral express crew now and then, but they paled in comparison to your bouquet of flowers and cakes.

‘Am I really worth all this?’ He asks, not so certain that he was in fact worth all the effort you’ve put into getting him such a radiant bouquet and delicious treats.

‘You are and I won’t hear otherwise Dan Heng.’ You said as you held him from behind, kissing his cheek that burned red afterwards, making you smile knowing that you still had that effect on him after so long.

‘Is this want to expect now? Bouquet and cakes?’ He says as he takes in the fact that you remembered each of his favourite flowers, and managed to have the florist organise them in a way that emphasised the beauty of each and every individual flower as they seamlessly blended into one another, almost as though it were a painting.

‘Only if you want it to be.’ You replied softly and Dan Heng gently rubbed a soft baby blue petal between his finger before letting them go, the faint smell of flora bringing about a sense of calm and belonging to his room. Something that his room severely lacked, but he didn’t understand what was missing back then as he did now, his room was missing your warm touch and it was very much the same for himself.

Dan Heng needed you in his life. He was missing your presence before he even met you, almost as though you were fated to meet and become romantically intertwined to one another.

‘Only if it’s from you.’ He says softly as he moves to look at. you with a soft expression. ‘Then consider it done.’ You kissed his lips this time, smiling against him in response upon feeling him smile into the kiss.

[loggiepj]

To Love A Lannister

chapter 6 | chapter 7

It was midday when all of you have safely returned to the Red Keep. Joffrey was furious, ordering an attack on Stannis on that very day. Tywin was able to calm him down. Tyrion even made a funny comment how the King had no right complaining when he hadn't even bled a small drop of blood from the fight.

Oberyn had observed your wounds when he removed your armor. The cut wasn't too deep, yet your cousin remained worried as if scared he'd get a scolding from your father if you were harmed under his care. "You'll live," Ellaria said, chuckling. Laughing from Oberyn's odd concern, you commented back that it was only a scratch.

One knight suddenly approached you, ordering you to see Maester Qyburn to tend to your wounds immediately.

Ready to dismiss him for you know you didn't need to be stitched, you stopped short when he added, "Queen's orders."

Oberyn only shrugged his shoulders when you looked at him for help.

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Almost a couple of minutes had gone to waste waiting for Qyburn in the Maesters' Keep. You had probably touched and observed any liquid, object or scroll inside the room before a knock on the door startled you, you almost dropped a vial of liquid from your grasp.

"Forgive me, Maester-" It wasn't Qyburn at the door but the Queen Cersei herself.

She carefully approached you with a box of liquid and bandages of her own before she pulled out a seat for you. "Sit."

You did as you were told, just like the last time.

"Aw! Seven hells!" you complained when she began carefully cleaning the wound on your arm.

"If you could only stop moving, this would all be over soon," she said as she moved to the bandages. The touch of her skin on yours ignited the flame inside you. After a moment, she asked softly, "What happened there?"

Thinking she was worried about her son, you sighed. "We met some of Stannis' soldiers in the forest. They weren't supposed to be there. I think they had a different business other than attack us," remembering Lady Melisandre's gaze, "we just happened to be in the way."

"And I thought you were all well equipped warriors in Dorne," Cersei scoffed as she poured myrrh to the wound on your leg.

"Aw!"

Cersei rolled her eyes at you before continuing to wrap bandages around your wounded leg. You then answered, "I was . . . distracted."

When the Queen had finished, she said, "I forbid you to join any battle from now on."

You smiled, before laughing. "It's just a scratch, Your Grace."

"If it's only a scratch, then why are you screaming and howling like a hound?"

Letting out a nervous laugh, you watched Cersei gather the items back into the box. You swallowed a lump in your throat as silence enveloped the both of you once again.

"I'm sorry," Cersei muttered so softly, bottles clinking as she went on to clear the mess.

"Pardon me, Your Grace?"

She cleared her throat before speaking the words again. "I'm sorry. I know I have offended you."

You quickly looked down as you avoided her gaze, not wanting to see her how it had affected you.

"It doesn't matter," you said, standing up from your seat. "It will not change the fact that I'm just a nobody. That my father shouldn't have named me a Martell because I'm truly just a Sand." The Sands were the bastards in Dorne.

The Queen pulled your chin up to look at her and all you could see from her eyes were concern and adoration as she shook her head. "No. No, you're not."

Cersei grabbed your collar as she kissed you, making you gasp. It was a soft and slow one, hesitant to see if you would reciprocate, testing the waters to check if you still want her.

And you still wanted her.

You returned her kisses with the same passion she had provided. After a moment, she pulled off from the kiss as she leaned her forehead against yours, breathless with eyes closed. She slowly opened them and met your hooded gaze.

"Y/n," she called out softly.

Your hand crept to her face as you pressed your mouth against her open lips. Desire exploded as you kissed each other desperately. She clutched unto the back of your head while the other on your shoulder as she pressed your bodies together.

Licking her lower lip to seek entry, you were granted, making her moan into the kiss as you tasted her. Her fingers fisted your hair as she suddenly pulled you off her a mere inch away, making you grunt. Panting at each other, her eyes darted from your wet lips up to your eyes then back to your mouth before she reconnected your lips again.

The sound of a door creaking open caused the both of you to jump apart as fast as lightning.

"My apologies if I took so long, Your Grace," Maester Qyburn said, oblivious of the tension between you and the Queen. "Oh, Lady Y/n, I didn't know you were injured too."

~~~

Remnants of Cersei's taste lingered on your mouth as you stared blankly ahead. You were in Oberyn and Ellaria's chambers for the night, discussing about the attack that happened earlier that morning, whether it was staged by the Lannisters or not. It was brought to your attention that none of the Lannisters were physically harmed or even meddled into the fight. Intriguing.

"Did you even listen to what I just said?" Oberyn's voice raised.

Blinking, you quickly apologized. You could feel Ellaria's eyes on you, as if analyzing what has been bothering you for quite some time. You even avoided dining with the royal family.

Nodding, you answered, "After Joffrey's wedding, we're setting sail back home to Dorne."

"And before that?"

You sighed, picking on the bandage Cersei had delicately wrapped around your arm. "Remain inside the Red Keep and keep out of trouble."

"And that means?"

You fell silent, knowing that you couldn't promise yourself to stay away from the Queen, not after what happened.

"Y/n!" Oberyn called, snapping his fingers.

"She's in love," Ellaria declared, making you look at her. "You're already in love with her."

Oberyn stated, "She's already obsessed with her, my dear-"

"No, it was infatuation before. But now, it's love," Ellaria said.

You only avoided the couple's gaze.

Your cousin sighed. "Y/n-"

"I know," you interjected. "She's a Lannister. Stay away from the Lannisters."

Oberyn carefully approached you before putting his hand on your shoulder. "Once we're safely back in Dorne, there's an important matter that your father would like to discuss with you."

And you were too furious to even care about going home.

~~~

A knock on the door brought you out of trance. You were just mindlessly looking through the map of the Capital where you got attacked by Stannis' soldiers. What were they doing there? And why was Melisandre, the Red Woman, staring at you as if she knew you?

"My Lady," the handmaiden assigned to your care announced. "The Queen is here to see you."

You turned to look at the door and there Cersei stood looking so effortlessly beautiful.

"Leave us," she said to the girl.

Once the handmaiden left, Cersei locked the door. You straightened from your posture, knowing her intentions.

"Your Grace," you greeted, eyes not leaving hers. You could still remember her taste, her softness, her warmth. And you missed it dearly.

"How's your wound?" she asked, genuine concern laced into her voice. Cersei kept on surprising you.

"It hurts from time to time, but it's healing," you answered, slowly creating a distance away from the Queen. Yet the Queen didn't seem to back down from the challenge.

"Do you want me to request Maester Qyburn to send you milk of the poppy?"

"I can handle it, Your Grace. But thank you."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"It's just a scratch, Your Grace-"

"You have been avoiding me for three days," she interrupted.

You licked your lips nervously. "I didn't know you were counting-"

"And yet you still act so coy around me," she spat, as she walked towards you until your back almost hit the wall. "Sometimes you're so . . ."

"So what, Your Grace?"

Cersei stared into your eyes, searching for something. "So arrogant as if I. . ."

"As if you what?" You didn't dare to move any more as she had managed to trap you, her face leaning so close to yours, you could literally smell her floral scent you had grown to miss.

"I . . ."

Both of your lips were inches away, barely touching.

She then whispered breathlessly, "As if I . . .I want you."

Cersei's eyes darted from yours to your mouth, before looking back at you.

You asked, "Do you? Do you want me?"

Pulling you into a desperate kiss was her answer. Your back hit the wall as she pressed herself unto you. Hungry mouths desperately kissed each other, hands touching and brushing each part of your body. It didn't take any longer and you were already feeling so much aroused, you had no doubt she was able to feel it against her stomach.

One of her hands unwrap from your hair and began travelling to your breasts, squeezing them to get a moan out of you.

"Cersei," you gasped. She pulled away from your kiss. Then she slipped her hand further down your breeches until she was cupping and stroking your crotch.

"What are you doing?"

Cersei ignored your question, focused on planting a kiss on your chin, then another on your jaw then to your neck and then under your ear, lips nibbling against your lobe. The action made you tremble, your throat letting out a strained groan.

You could feel her breath on the skin of your neck as she whispered so coyly near your ear, "I'm going to suck your cock."

"Cersei-" Your brain stopped working when you could feel the Queen's hand moved against your thickening shaft, making you lean further against the wall.

She went on peppering kisses all over your face and neck, intentionally avoiding your lips. "Oh gods, your hand feels so good."

The Queen chuckled softly as she sucked the skin on your jaw. "Is that so? Wait until you feel my mouth."

You had lost it, eyes rolling to the back when you felt Cersei slip one hand into your breeches and curl her fingers around your hardness. It made you groan out embarrassingly loud.

"Not feeling so coy now, are you, Y/n?" she challenged, observing your face contorted in pleasure. Her hand stroked your entire length firmly until you could feel a small drop of precum, rendering you to hear the lewd action.

"You are so hard for me, My Lady," Cersei cooed, her other hand cupping your face to urge you to look at her. Then she leaned forward and captured your waiting lips, desperation still present as fierce as before.

Abruptly, she pulled back and dropped to her knees, her fingertips curling into the band of your breeches before pulling it down.

You let out a pathetic whimper the moment you felt Cersei's tongue on the tip of your cock, which was already throbbing against the hand wrapped around the shaft. It wasn't a wise decision to look down upon her already staring back at you with hooded eyes, slipping your entire length into her mouth.

"Cersei, mmmm," you arched your back, head falling back against the wall as you tried to hold unto your surroundings. Books you had managed to touch fell from the shelves until your hand managed to find the surface of your table and held unto it, your knuckles turning white.

Cersei pulled you out and you instantly missed the warmth from her mouth. "Use me," she ordered.

"I don't want to hurt you," you stammered, your other hand finding her cheek as you brush a strand of her hair over her ear. Cersei held your hand and guided it to the back of her head before she went to take you in. Moaning against your length, the Queen encouraged you to move your hips and you did as you were told, fucking yourself into her mouth.

"Gods, Cersei, I'm . . . "

Wet sounds of skin and strained groans filled the entire chamber. Cersei moved with fervor as she sucked you eagerly, faster and faster each second, all the while her hand kept on stroking the base. You knew you wouldn't last another second, when your movements turned sloppy and uncoordinated.

But as you attempted to pull out upon your nearing release, it was of no surprise she held you firmer and deeper, the tip of her nose now touching your pelvis, until you could feel the tightness and warmth from her throat. Your rhythm faltered and the tightening in your belly snapped.

Hot bursts of cum spurted into the Queen's mouth and she took it. The sound of your helpless grunting only spurred Cersei to suck harder until there was nothing left to milk, swallowing everything from you.

"Seven hells, My Queen," you panted breathlessly as she stood. She didn't even give you some time to recover when she met your lips in a passionate kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled you back to her, heading to your bed.

She leaned her forehead against yours as she chuckled, "I'm not done with you yet."

[floweringanna]

the people yearn for lewis hamilton angst

Till Death Do us Part

Summary: Lewis proposes to you before the LA GP and promises you something if he wins. Will he win the race?

Word count: 3.2k

Notes: This is my first fanfic so I hope you guys enjoy it, I’ve never really written angst before so sorry in advance

“Yknow…I can feel you staring at me.” His groggy morning voice spooked your from your trance, a small grin on his face but his eyes remained closed as he spoke. Your face heated up just slightly at his remark but you laughed it off with a small giggle.

“And what’s wrong with that?” You ask sweetfully.

“Nothing at all.” The driver hums, placing a kiss on your neck, then shoulder, staring up at you. You feel your heart warm at the gesture, a tired smile gracing your features. The moment is put to an abrupt stop by the sound of a familiar bark, of a certain bulldog making the both of you laugh. “I suppose it’s time for breakfast for Roscoe,” Lewis says, shaking his head just a bit. The floppy dog bounds into the room on queue, sitting beside the bed to stare up at the two of you expectantly. Your body starts to shift to rise from the bed but a tattooed hand keeps you down pressing down gently to keep you in your spot.

“I’ll get it.” Lewis assures, leaning over to place a soft kiss to your lips, there’s a small hum in between coming from you as you chase after his lips just a bit when he pulls away, making him chuckle just a bit. “I’ll be back.” he assures, rising for the comfort of your shared bed. The warmth of his body being missing already made the bed cold as you watched him with a sleepy gaze pull on a shirt and some sweatpants before playing another kiss on your forehead and exiting the room.

In the meantime you steeled back into the covers, tiredness overtaking you again as you fell into a steady sleep once more. You were never much of a morning person but Lewis always seemed to make it more tolerable. Waking up to him made life a little easier. When you woke again it was to the smell of cinnamon and eggs, the smell overtaking your senses. You groggily open an eye to see Lewis shuffling into the room with a tray covered in food, gently placing it down in front of you.

“I made you breakfast,” he smiled softly. If there was one thing that could get you out of your grumpy morning moods it had to have been for breakfast in bed, which were usually common on special occasions because you often preferred making food in the kitchen alongside the Mercedes driver, finding most of the memories to be pleasurable. You give him a lopsided grin in return, staring at the food. The gesture warmed your heart but you couldn’t quite place the occasion.

“Thank you Lew, it looks amazing” you wouldn’t lie and say the man wasn’t a good cook. You also wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t notice the fidgeting as he watched you eat. You raised an eyebrow, setting the fork down to watch him. “Okay what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” You question there was a soft tone to your voice as you spoke, unsure if you would startle him.

“Y’know…Y/N…I’d been thinking…” he starts, his hand goes to the rings on his finger, fidgeting them for a second before sucking in a breath.

Oh no. Your stomach flipped. That was never the start of anything good.

The look of surprise that spread across your face as you looked at Lewis Hamilton, the seven time formula 1 champion, slid off the bed to take a spot on one knee at the side of your bed, a small black box in hand. There was almost a nervous glint in his eyes as his movements seemed slightly more calculated than usual. This time your stomach did a different kind of flip.

“Y/N, I know these last few weeks have been a roller coaster of both good and bad….but you’ve stood with me through all of it from the PR nightmares to the sweets victories.” Something in the look in his eyes shifted to fondness rather than fear and nerves. He seemed to take a leveling breath before he continued. “And these past few years with you have been more than I could ever ask for. You’ve made me the happiest man alive and are worth more than any trophy I’ve ever won.”

You could feel your throat close a little as you knew the next words.

“So would you do me the honor of letting me win the biggest race of my life in letting me marry you?” He asked, a grin was already spreading on his face, the gap between his teeth showing since you were already nodding your head rapidly.

“Yes! Yes yes yes yes!” If your heart could explode from feeling full, it would have. You throw yourself off the bed quickly throwing yours arms around him and you both start to laugh as Lewis peppers kisses all across your face. He pauses for a second to slide the ring onto your finger, staring at it dazed for a second.

You take that moment to gently brush your thumb against his face and lift them to yours a sweet kiss shared between the two of you. You feel his lips upturn against yours and it makes you smile too. You feel a familiar push into your side Roscoe barking happily as if to say he approves, licking your face making you both burst out into laughter.

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Ynsdiary posted a photo What an eventful break 💍 (Roscoe Approves)

lewishamilton Eventful indeed

ynsdiary ❤️

user01 WHAT

user02 HUH

georgerussell63 Congrats you two!

ynsdiary Thanks Georgie! 💕

mercedesamgf1 Took him long enough

user06 not Mercedes been knowing😭

user44 THEY'RE ENGAGED HAMILYNS HOW ARE WE DOING?!?

user09 OUR PARENTS ARE GETTING MARRIED

user65 IM NOT BREATHING OK

***

A week after it was time to return back to the paddock from break and as expected cameras flashed left and right as you and Lewis made your appearance, you holding on to Roscoe’s leash. A smile graced both of your features, waving for the pictures until you reached the garage. As soon as you entered you were met with confetti. The entire garage was cheering.

“Congrats on the engagement mate!” George said again, grinning wide. He was holding a small cake out that had a poorly crafted cake on it. You giggled a bit as you stared down at it.

“Thanks George,” you said. He’d definitely become more of a brother figure for you since you started your journey at Mercedes with Lewis. Next to Lewis, he was probably your biggest cheerleader from your first modeling gig to now.

“I’ll guess that you make this?” Lewis quirked an eyebrow, a smile twitching at the edge of his own lips.

“What? I’m not allowed to celebrate our soon to be weds?” He teased lightly. The team all took turns patting his back and congratulating the two of you before the race started. After a while the commotion died down, and they all dispersed leaving you and Lewis to stare at each other. His hands slipped their way into yours, absentmindedly twirling the ring he gave you on your finger. Raising your hand he pressed a kiss to the ring, then your hand. “I’m going to win this race for you…and when I do I’ll have a surprise when I get back.” He promised, resting his head against yours.

“You could get any place and I’d still be proud.” You whispered back, “I’ll be cheering for you Lewis. I’ll always be cheering for you no matter what.” You leaned up, kissing him warmly. For a second, the sounds of the paddock all faded away. It seemed to be just you and Lewis. You poured all you could into it, showing that you meant every word. When he pulled back he smiled softly “I’ve gotta go get ready for the race ok?” He said once he pulled back. You nod, placing one last kiss before he leaves, his fingers slowly slipping from yours.

You found a seat next to Toto who gave you a half smile. George was already in his racing suit as he sat down next. He nudged your shoulder, “He loves you a lot you know.” He wasn’t looking at you as he spoke. “I’ve never seen him more infatuated with anyone else.” George almost sounded distant, as if he was lost in the past for a moment. “You’re good for him” he looked over at you, catching your eye.

“I try to be. He’s my world.” You confirmed with certainty. George lifted a hand, ruffling your hair. “Take care of him.” Was all he said before standing. The race was soon to start and both he and Lewis slipped into their cars, tugging their helmets over their heads.

It was only a matter of time before you heard the iconic “lights out and the way we go” was heard over your headphones that you had pressed against your ears. You leaned in closer to the TV eagerly watching as the cars took off for the Las Vegas GP. It was no surprise that Max had held P1, Charles holding P2, and P3 belonging to Lando, behind him Lewis then George. A cloud of dirty air consumed the track in an instant and the announcers were already on their job explaining the rapid changes.

Charles was putting up quite the fight with Max rearing close behind him on turn one, failing to overtake him, but easily correcting the mistake by turn three. Lando had gotten a late start, easily surrendering his P3 spot from him, to Lewis having to deal with being sandwiched in between both Mercedes drivers.

You sat on the edge of your seat, the roaring of the crowd, and your own voice being drowned out by the engines of the cars. You hadn’t realized that you were cheering maniacally until you noticed the look that Toto was giving you almost a look of amusement. Settling down in your chair, you smiled sheepishly.

The LA circuit strip had a total of 50 laps. Throughout the race, there had been quite a few yellow flags. Stroll, Gastly, and George, who now sat by you all were out of the race and by the 50th lap Max and Lewis were neck and neck. They rounded turn 13 sector 3 racing side-by-side on the street. You could tell Lewis was trying his best to overtake the Red Bull driver on the straight, but you knew that Red Bull always happened to be a little better in that department. You heard Lewis curse slightly over the radio about something that you didn’t quite catch, pressing the small intercom button trying the best you could to encourage him.

“You’re doing great honey, remember, I will always love you no matter seven time, or eight time world champion,” you hummed. Lewis sucked in a breath before chuckling lightly.

“I really do love you.” He admitted before rounding turn 14 in that moment you felt your heart beat out of your chest. Roscoe’s barking was louder than normal as Max‘s car sped up before attempting to overtake Lewis‘s car. You watched as your soon to be husband, rounded the outer edge, roughly yanking the wheel to dodge the car, but the front wing and tire of his car had already collided with the back of Max's, sending both the cars flying.

The world seemed to quiet once more as Max’s car spun off to the side flipping once crashing into the barrier while Lewis took a very different approach. The screeching was unmistakable as front wing flew off, and the tire tilted over Lewis’s car flipped once, then twice, then three more times each one taking more off the halo of the car. You knew FIA had them add that part so that way the driver‘s heads didn’t touch the ground if their car flipped over, but you don’t think it did much of a help as his car flipped right over the barrier almost re-creating the same scene that Zhou had created in the 2022 Silverstone race.

You released a breath once his car finally stopped turning, thanking God that it was finally over. You knew Lewis had gotten in the crashes before they were a part of an F1 driver’s career but something about this one seemed different. Feeling as if you spoke too soon within your head, his car erupted into roaring blue and red flames. You knew there was a problem the moment you hadn’t heard Lewis cursing over the radio. Your heart rate quickened, calling him over the comms, hoping that he would answer. Your eyes stared at the screen and absolute horror as Max climbed out of his car running over to the flames doing his best to help. You heard someone shouting about how the car was on fire but it all sounded fuzzy in your head. You could only hear a loud buzzing sound airing out everything else paired with the sound of your heart that was beating in your ears. watching as they desperately tried to remove Lewis from his car. Everyone in the stands had gone quiet in anticipation, hoping for the driver to emerge from the flames, but to no avail.

You ripped off your headset, and you felt George’s arm try to catch yours, you ripped away from his grip in an instant, tears streaming down your face. “LEWIS??” You could hardly hear yourself over the panic. “Lewis, please talk to me!?!” You neared the crash on the opposite side of the barrier, being pulled back slightly by some of the fire crew, telling you it was too dangerous.

“Don’t tell me what’s too dangerous my finance is in that fucking car!” You snapped, a mix of anguish, rage, and fear all in your voice. “Ms. L/N we need you to back up so we can try our best to get a hold of the situation.” They stayed calm as they spoke, only irking you more. Couldn’t they see that the love of your life was trapped in that car, burning more by the second. You were about to give them a piece of your mind before you felt a soft arm trap around your shoulders. Your head snapped to look at George who was holding you back.

Your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion. “George! Let me go.” You hissed, already thrashing against his arms. “Y/N you need to calm down.” His voice didn’t sound the same. It sounded unsure. Weary. Only then you noticed that he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at Lewis’s car, the one that after five or seven minutes was still on fire only just now dying down. His arm tightened a bit around you before he turned your head to press it against his chest and you almost missed why.

They were pulling a body out that was limp and covered in soot. You didn’t have to guess twice to know it was Lewis’s.

Your body shook a bit, reality setting in hot tears burning down your face. You had no idea what was going to happen or if he was ok or not. George was trying to make sure you didn’t see any of it. Shielding you from not only the crash but the now swarming press. He didn’t answer any of their questions as he weaved through the crowd, making sure to keep your face hidden.

The next few minutes were a blur from going to the hospital to being told he didn’t make it. To the screaming and crying and hitting against George’s chest, all the way to the silent drive home. The entire time he’d stayed composed. When he managed to get you inside sat on the edge of your bed in your shared room with Lewis.

You felt eerily hollow as you stared at the wall. Roscoe walked slowly over at your feet. “You should take a shower and try to get some rest..” George said quietly, he was squatting in front of you. You managed a small nod. He stared at you a moment longer before he stood and left the room.

He didn’t leave you alone that night.

***

It has been four weeks since George had stayed with you that night and taken care of you the next morning. Now you stayed in the house that was emptier than normal. Roscoe followed you around every second of the day seemingly more than usual. You assumed it was because he could sense Lewis was gone and you enjoyed the company but nothing could replace how cold your bed felt in the morning. Or how terrible you felt in the morning which only seemed to get increasingly worse by the day. You hadn’t gone outside and you couldn’t face the public so you’d been radio silent ever since. Now you just tended to DoorDash most of your food, and bedrot of the day.

Today wasn’t any different as you rose from your bed, shifting a bit as Roscoe grumbled, then he jolted up. You sighed, “Hungry?” You whispered to the dog shuffling slowly but surely from bed. You made your way to the kitchen pouring half of his dry food and opening the can to his wet food to mix it in. As soon as the smell hit your nostrils you felt sick, immediately rushing to the bathroom to puke. The puking was normal to you now but most of the time it wasn’t even before you made it to the kitchen.

As you barfed into the toilet Roscoe sat at your feet, small whines falling from him. Coughing a bit, you looked at the dog groaning a bit. “I know, I know it’s getting bad…” you sighed to yourself. Then you blinked. Ever so slowly against the better of your judgment you opened the cabinet. Near the top was the test you had been dreadfully avoiding. But today you were going to suck it up.

All you had to do was piss on a stick.

So you did.

Your legs bounced as you waited out the time, Roscoe being your only form of a support as if he sensed your anxiety. He did his best to bury his arm underneath yours making space for himself. Your finger traced over the pregnancy test, uncertainty taking over. Before you could stop yourself and you flip it over. Your eyes clouded over. Positive. It was positive.

If there was one thing that Lewis didn’t get wrong was that he certainly left you a present. You were pregnant. Hot tears pressed down your face as you screamed, holding your stomach shaking as you sobbed on the bathroom floor of a house that was far too big for just you and your dog.

[pinkkittysaw]

EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC

*title inspired by charli xcx’s EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC

summary: you’re craving mac and cheese

pairing: art donaldson x afab! reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 1,035

content: (i block minors + ageless blogs), fluff, established relationship, mentions of menstrual period, one suggestive comment, mentions of art’s (and presumed yours) in canon daughter, lily. reader is shorter than art

a/n: “in a place that can make you change, fall in love again and again, fall in love again and again.” back at it again with the period fluff and self indulgent fics. they just don’t make pathetic, loser, girldad, husband material like art donaldson anymore 😔 he’s soo interesting to me. i wish i could put him under a microscope and study him

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, the familiar ache beginning to pool in your lower abdomen. The word is barely registered in your mind before you've cursed at yourself again, though this time silently, hoping that your six-year-old daughter hasn't heard you from a few doors down.

Art's eyes dart over to where you’re sitting beside him on the couch as he takes a calculated sip from his water bottle. He leans forward to place it on the wooden coffee table in front of you, picking up the remote to pause the recording of his most recent tennis match that's been playing in the background.

He doesn’t need to ask any questions; he knows when something’s bothering you. He stills for a beat, waiting to see if you'll permit him into the inner workings of your mind. 

“I got my period,” you groan. It’s amazing that even after all this time, it still manages to sneak up on you.

Art scoots a bit closer to you, wrapping one arm around your waist, his left hand fitting snuggly at your lower back, his fingertips smoothing over the sliver of exposed skin in gentle circles, while his right hand scales up your leg.

A part of you recoils at how much you relish in his affection during your cycle, wishing you could forever hide behind the wall of indifference you've managed to build in the years of your marriage, but he knows as well as you do that you'll both bask yourselves in the saccharine tenderness for as long as you can.

A lopsided grin graces his features. “You can tell that sort of thing without having to check?” He asks in a low whisper, as if the two of you are sharing an intimate secret. His nose is so close to yours that you can almost feel his breath.

You indulge him just for a moment. A quick brush of skin against skin. His nose was always one of your favorite features.

“After this many years, you start to pick up on the signs," you murmur, a smirk of your own coming through.

You remove yourself from his hold, and although he doesn't outwardly protest, you catch the pout on his face in your peripheral vision.

“Do we have any mac and cheese?”

He gives a slightly perplexed look, tilting his head before answering. “We should have a box or two; I could always order in the fancy stuff.”

You shake your head in opposition before starting to move toward the kitchen when another cramp makes you grimace, unable to hide your discomfort. Art’s quickly by your side, his fingers brushing up and down your arm.

“You go freshen up and get comfortable. I’ll take care of the cooking." His eyebrows raise as he says this, like he's posing a question instead of making a statement. Requesting permission to access the vulnerability that’s always hidden away behind lock and key.

You nod softly, though somewhat reluctantly, and he presses a kiss on your forehead before shooing you off to the bathroom.

A short while later, after you’re freshly clean and moisturized, you pad down to the kitchen, dressed in your coziest pajamas.

All the lights are dimmed, and you notice that the living room has been set up with a heating pad, a fluffy blanket, your favorite movie, and a selection of special snacks that you set aside specifically for when you're having cravings. The sight tugs at your heart strings.

The sinking pit in your stomach doesn’t fully manifest until you reach the kitchen and see Art standing in the low light over the stove, stirring the macaroni noodles every so often. He’s wearing his pajamas now, too, having snuck up to the bedroom to change while you were still washing up. You make a mental note to compliment him later on how well his ass fills out the pale blue cotton.

An erray of seasonings line the countertop, ones that he knows you love to incorporate in almost every meal you make.

A wave of overwhelming heartache washes over you as you amble over to where he stands near the stove, slinking your arms around his slim waist, your cheek pressed against the softness of his t-shirt. He always smells like clean laundry, and this time is no different.

He skims the skin of your arm affectionately with the back of his knuckles. His wedding band is cold against you, giving you a slight shiver.

“Feeling better?” He asks.

“Mmm, a little,” you mumble against him.

He chuckles through his words. “I can get you some Tylenol if you need it. I already put Lily down for bed. After I’m done here, we can snuggle up and watch movies on the couch.”

Art moves to strain the noodles, and you move with him, waddling in time with his steps, which earns a slight giggle from him, not wanting to be separated for even a moment. He’s careful to angle the pot so none of the boiling water splashes back onto you.

You could try to rationalize your feelings, shrug them off, and blame your hormones for the uptick in the neediness you feel and the desire for his affection. But the truth is, you love him. You really love him. Which, duh! After all, you married him, but sometimes it's easier to act nonchalant than it is to allow yourself to be fully exposed to someone else.

As the two of you move back over to the stove again, with him adding the finishing touches to the mac and cheese, he beats you to the punch.

“I love you.”

Your face is still stuck to his back, hoping he doesn’t notice that by pressing yourself so far into the fabric of his shirt, you’re attempting to stop any tears from falling.

“I know." You smile against his skin, letting him in on the joke.

He snorts in response, shaking his head playfully as he gives a final stir to the noodles. You pull your face from his back, the cotton clinging to him from where your tears have inevitably soaked through. You rest your forehead against him before releasing a breathy, "I love you too."

[fantasyandshit]

Tea time

Type:one shot

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary: Yn sees a new kind of tea while shopping at one of her favorite shops, come to find out it’s a strong form of aphrodisiac, reverting the drinkers to ‘their most primal instincts’. Not believing it she decides to make it for her and her mate as a joke.

(A/n, this is my first go at smut. I’m so sorry if it sucks. Also sorry I haven’t posted in forever, I had like zero ideas- this why I need y’all to help me, I can’t make decisions for myself. Anyway on too the Oneshot)

Azriel is out on yet another spymaster mission, so to kill a bit of time, I stroll through the isle of my favorite tea shop in Velaris, Trixies tea time shop. As I’m looking through the different teas I spot a box I’ve never seen before, it’s red and black, with a heart on the front, looking at the description to see what it tastes like I see something…interesting.

This is a drink to give you and your partner a once in a lifetime experience. The natural roots in this drink revert one to their most natural state, all while tasting like sweet and sour cherry.

I inspect the box for a few more moments before ultimately deciding to take it. My poor Az has been so stressed lately, maybe this could help him unwind and lead to a night of fun for the both of us, also wever tried nearly every method to get me pregnant as we desperately want a little one of our own. Besides what’s the harm if it’s simply a hoax. Taking the three new times I’ve grabbed to the desk, the woman-Trixie who I’ve made friends with smiles as she looks at the red and black box.

“So you’ve got plans for tonight?” She teases softly as she tells me my total. I roll my eyes before thanking her and walking back home.

———

“Hey Az baby?”

“Yes love?”

“I’ve made some tea for us.” I smile softly as I set it on the coffee table in front of where he sits reading on the couch.

“Thank you sweetheart.” One of his rare smiles save for me graces his lips as he kisses my head softly before picking up the glass and bringing it to his lips. “Hmm, this is new? What is it”

“Oh just a new one at Trixies I saw, figured we could give it a try.” I bring my own glass to my lips and we both simply sit in each others presence until we’re done and take them to the kitchen.

I lay with my head in Az’s chest moments later, his hand absently running through my hair as he continues his book. “Is it hot in here?” He asks out of the blue, pulling at the color of his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah I suppose a bit.” My eyebrows scrunched as I just now noticed the sweat dripping from his forehead and my own dripping down my back. I sit up as he continues clawing at his shirt. As he peals it off with a grunt more arousal then I thought I’d ever had sweeps through me like a wave.

As my mate turns to me I hear him audibly growl before he opens his mouth and I see his canines sharpening and his eyes darkening. “What-“ another grunt, “-what was in that tea?” His voice seems deeper and by the mother I’ve never thought this male could be this attractive.

“I-it said its to bring us to our most primal instincts-I didn’t think-I thought it was a hoax.” I’m panting as all I can think about is the man in front of me turning me into his bitch, filling my womb with his seed and giving me his babies.

“I think-I don’t think it’s a hoax love.” The last word growls and an involuntary moan leaves my lips as a smirk graces his features. “I don’t think-gods you don’t know how badly I want to put you on all fours and make you my bitch, get you nice and round with my babies. How much I want to fill your womb as you beg me to stop.”

I crawl to the male like a bitch in heat. “Do it Az. Make me your bitch.” I’ve never sounded more desperate or horny in my life as something flickers in my mates eyes and he lunges for me with a growl like a predator to pray, his hand landing on my throat as the other wonders my body.

“I’m gonna make you my bitch, gonna have you begging for my babies. Do you want my babies? Want to be big and round for me?” I nod breathlessly as his hand squeezes the supple skin of my thigh. “Words baby.” His hand squeezes my neck, just enough to have me struggling slightly for air.

“Y-yes sir. Please, fill me with your babies, get me nice and round.” Just like that the weight of his body is gone and all I can do is whine, my body feeling almost heavy.

“Take off your clothes and get on all fours.” He grunts as he takes his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his pants, that’s when I notice it, a swelling knot at the base of his dick. I make quick work of slipping from my restraining clothing and getting on all fours, my Butt slightly raised and pointed towards the male. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His face goes to my neck as he rubs my back and thighs.

A yelp leaves me as he sniffs my pulse point before biting down. Hard. Just as he does this his hand shimmies to my clit, rubbing softly before delving to my folds, spreading the soaked lips and feeling around them as I moan uncontrollably. He takes his fingers and brings them to my lips, “open.” I immediately obey and he sticks them in my mouth, I moan at the taste of myself on tongue as I suck his fingers like a whore. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk, I’m gonna fill you with my seed and make sure you know who owns you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Sir.”

A throaty moan leaves my mate just before he pushes into my slick folds and my head falls back in pure ecstasy.

Azriel pounds into me, his lips assaulting my neck as moans and grunts leave us both, at this point he’s fucked me in nearly every position, his cum dripping down my thighs as he pushed in again and again from behind me where I lay on my stomach. Bite marks litter both our skins, particularly near our pulse points where a delicious scent I’ve never smelt before radiates from him. “Gonna, gonna cum baby.” He sighs as he furiously drags himself in and out of my tight pussy, a ring of cream at the base of his knot. His words finish off my building orgasm as I cum hard enough to see stars. Azriel lets out one last chesty moan before his knots slips into me and I get dizzy, never have I been this full as he paints my wall with yet another load.

My mate falls to his side, me going with him seeing as we’re attached, however I don’t think I would be able to move on my own without him anyway. Az pulls me tight to his chest, nuzzling his face in my neck softly as he slowly falls asleep, snores falling from his parted lips.

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I know it sucks but I tried ok. Please give me ideas guys! My suggestion box is open and in need of some good ideas. Love y’all.

[differenteagletragedy]

I know you said in your baxter swap au that they were each other's first kisses but would mc and Baxter also casually kiss and other stuff as they get older? because it seems like Baxter has no real sense of boundaries and wouldn't understand that in normal friendships, it's not normal to hold your friends tiddies while you're spooning.

(I hope that made sense)

Listen. I want this to be true so, so much. BUT I don't think they'd go this far. The boundaries are out of whack for suuuure, but it's more in the sense that he thinks doing a first kiss makes sense in the context it was in. Holding hands sometimes, no big deal, he loves to link arms and use little pet names, but it wouldn't be anything explicitly sexual.

UNLESS IT WAS SWAP AU AU!

"Oh my god, it's miserable out here," you said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

"It's the humidity," Baxter said, passing you a water bottle. "Quite a bit different than home, isn't it?"

The two of you were in Virginia, across the country from your hometown of Sunset Bird. You were visiting Baxter in college, helping him pack up his things to head back west for his summer vacation. And you were not having a good time.

You chugged some water then groaned, wiping your face again, then rubbing the back of your neck. Everything was hot and wet and damp -- you were working to box up his clothes, but it felt like you had to swim through the air to do anything. Packing wasn't a favorite hobby of yours in the best of times, but this was another level of agony.

"How do you live like this?" you asked, pausing again to pull your shirt off of your body. You felt the fabric clinging to your skin, and ruffled it a bit to get some air flowing against your body.

"Is there a chance you're being a touch dramatic?" he laughed. A glance his way showed that he seemed to be just fine, with not a hair out of place. Typical Baxter.

"There's a better chance I'm dying."

With a laugh, he stopped boxing up his books left the room. He shared a suite with two other boys on campus, and while it was extremely nice for a dorm, it wasn't big enough that you couldn't tell he was going to the bathroom.

When he came back, he had a washcloth, and without a word, he moved to stand in front of you. One hand went to gently cup your cheek, and the other began pressing the cloth against your face. On your forehead first, then down your jawline. It was cool and damp, and it felt nice.

All of a sudden, the suffocating humidity didn't bother you anymore. But that was less because of cool washcloth and more because of the beautiful boy who was so lovingly using it to dote on you. You watched him as he worked on you, focusing on his soft hands, the warmth of them. His scent -- his usual cologne with a dash of sweat. It was intoxicating.

"Baxter?" you said softly.

"Hmm?" he asked. He waited for you to respond, but when you didn't, he finally met your eyes. He was able to read your expression in a split second, and his eyes drifted to your lips, then back up.

You nodded.

His attempt to cool you down was forgotten as he snuck the hand on your cheek to the back of your head, using it to pull you closer as he crashed his lips into yours. Your arms quickly looped behind his neck, pulling him in too so that you were pressed flush against each other.

It didn't feel like nearly enough time when Baxter broke the kiss, but before you could complain, he moved his mouth down to your neck.

"Another trick to help with the heat?" he said huskily, bringing his hands down to the hem of your shirt.

He was going to use some line on you, but you wanted him too much to wait, so you just lifted your arms instead of answering him. With a chuckle, he tore your shirt off, then you made quick work of the buttons on his.

Baxter was your friend -- your best friend. You weren't dating, and sure, you'd been in love with him for years, but you'd never told him that. Still, this was hardly the first time you'd been with him like this. You knew the graceful way his hands could tear you apart. You knew the heat of his mouth on your skin, and you knew what it felt like for him to be inside you.

In the beginning, there were handy excuses. "Maybe we should try kissing so that we can be good when we start dating people." "Maybe we should try touching each other so we know what it's like." "Maybe it makes sense for us to lose our virginity to each other so we never regret our first time."

But now, there didn't need to be an excuse. There didn't need to be a conversation or any considerations about how these weren't activities that best friends did together. Sometimes it just felt right, and that was enough.

In his half-packed dorm room in the sticky heat of early summer, you and Baxter had found one of these opportunities. As he tugged your shorts down and knelt before you, bringing his mouth to where you wanted him most, it certainly felt right.

You worked your hands into his hair, tugging on the black and white strands to bring him closer to you. He let out a groan of approval, and you felt it as much as you heard it. He looked up at you then, amber eyes dark and lustful and nearly hidden behind long eyelashes.

"Baxter," you sighed. "Come here."

[sillylittleguytm]

Hi! I saw your requests were open so thought I’d send one in. Could I have Copia with an s/o who gets sick a lot? Because of an autoimmune disease I have called Lupus I get sick a lot and it’s been kicking my butt lately. I just need some soft Copia to take care of me. 💙🖤

Unholy Quarantine

Copia x gn!Reader

Warnings: None. Just sick comfort.

Words: 831

A/N: Ayy this is the first request I've completed! I still have one more to take care of from a while ago but I'm finally returning. Anyway, I hope that this is what you had in mind and thank you for the request!

Copia can tell that you're unwell almost immediately.

He enters the room the two of you share after he arrives back from his duties for the day, and the first thing he hears is the violent coughing coming from inside the bathroom. His expression becomes one of sympathy, a frown gracing his lips. Just as you recover from your previous sickness, you catch something again. You just can’t get a break, can you?

Copia is quick to follow the noise to the source. He sees you in the bathroom with the door open, taking some medication. Immediately, he’s on you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing your middle gently. After the first few times, he stopped caring about the potential of getting sick. He’d rather be there for you during your frequent illnesses than keep his distance. You deserve to be taken care of. “Oh, amore. Where do you ache this time?” He asks gently, pressing a kiss to your head.

Copia is met with a sigh. “Everywhere. It feels like I got tossed down a staircase.” You reply, the congestion evident in your voice. He lets out a quiet chuckle, giving you a gentle, sympathetic squeeze. Then, he gives a small pat on your hip.

“Let’s get you back in bed then, hm?” Copia says. Without giving you time to protest, he begins to guide you out of the bathroom by the waistband of your sweatpants– red to match his own favorite pair. You try to laugh, but it’s quickly intercepted by a rough cough met with a quiet coo from Copia. He lays you down in bed, covering your shivering body with a light blanket to account for your inconsistent body temperature. With a sigh, you curl up underneath it and look up at him wearily.

“C? Can you get me some more tissues? Pretty please?” You ask, looking up at him with tired eyes. He gives a soft sympathetic smile. He could never deny you anything when you’re like this. Hell, he rarely denies you anything when you’re in good health.

“Of course I can, amore.” Copia readily agrees, standing up from his position on the bed to get you a tissue box from the other room. Before he makes it out of the bedroom, you call out to him again.

“Ooh! And maybe you could make me that soup like you did last time?” You suggest. You haven’t wanted to eat much of anything today, and it’s not likely that you’d be able to stomach much. But this soup sounded good. It felt so nice on your sore throat the last time. Copia chuckles.

“Anything for you.” He responds, once again prepared to do whatever you need to help you feel better. You smile at his willingness to help you, appreciative of all that he does for you. You swear to yourself that you’ll return the favor when he inevitably catches this from you.

“Oh yeah, and Copia?” You say, stopping him from leaving once more.

“Yes, amore?”

“Make sure you put some extra love in it.” You say, batting your eyelashes at him playfully with the joking request.

“Okie dokie.” Copia accepts, his tone soft. “This illness has made you extra sappy, I see.” He adds teasingly.

“Ah, I figured that I should be nice to you while I’m on my deathbed.” You say, dramatically draping a hand over your forehead and shutting your eyes. You quickly peek one open in order to view his reaction. Copia simply rolls his eyes. “So dramatic.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make with the soup, soup boy.” You say, resuming your original curled position under the blanket.

This reply makes Copia snort as he finally exits the room, bringing in the box of tissues before leaving your quarters and heading to the ministry kitchen to get started on your soup. It’s not often that he cooks, but for you, he’d take on the responsibility of cooking your every meal if you so wished. Entering the busy kitchen, he finds a corner out of the way of the sisters on dinner duty for the evening and begins to fulfill your request, making the soup with all of the care and love he holds for you in his heart.

Some light labor and some dishes later, the soup is perfected. He walks back quickly so he can give it to you while it’s still warm (and also because he hates leaving you alone when you feel bad). Upon opening the door, he finds you fully asleep in bed, holding a pillow to your chest. Copia sighs, looking between you and the soup. 

Should he wake you?

He quickly shakes away the thought, knowing that it was probably hard enough for you to fall asleep given your congestion. The soup could be reheated. In the meantime, joining you in bed sounds like an excellent idea. His embrace is pure love and could warm you like no soup could.

[tigertofu]

HIIII IM LITERALLY OBSESSED W YOUR WORK LIKE OMFG KEEP IT UP <3 Can you write trevor x shy! chubby/fat reader smut 😼

hi hiiii !! i could not have asked for a better first nsfw request than this one 😭😭 i had SO MUCH fun with this prompt........ trevor/shy, chubby girl is licherally my specialty so tysm for sending it in 💕💕💕!

i have got to start remembering to add gifs to these posts......

pairing: chubby and shy fem reader/Trevor

summary: One night, the raunchy pickup lines of a strange man lure you from the bar you two met in to his trailer. Your nerves make your attempt at hooking up a bit difficult at first, but he knows just how to put your mind at ease.

cw's: explicit smut

wordcount: 2,747

ao3 link

“C’mon, sugar. Don’t get shy on me now.”

Your eyes darted up to meet those of the man who’s lips you’d just unlocked your own from. But even in the dim of his cluttered room, you couldn’t meet his gaze. It was so intense it felt like it would burn straight through your retinas. 

“S–Sorry,” you muttered, staring at the cover of a porn mag on his crumpled comforter. A blonde woman in a red bikini, her long limbs perfectly posed, her stomach flat beneath the hint of ribcage under her impossibly round, perky breasts, graced the cover. The apprehension in your stomach quitched. You wondered if, despite Trevor’s interest in getting you out of the Yellow Jack and into his trailer the moment you acquiesced to his raunchy pickup lines, that was the type of woman he was into.

He groaned beside you. Flopped down with his back against the headboard of his bed.

“And stop fucking apologizing,” he said, tugging at the back of your shirt. You relented and scooted yourself back to sit beside him. 

You knew the “sorry”’s were getting repetitive at this point. You’d squeaked one when you’d tripped over an empty pizza box on the way to his bed and caught yourself against him. You’d murmured another when you’d miscalculated which way to tilt your head when he’d first gone in for a kiss, causing the tips of your noses to bump against each other. 

“I’m—” Your sentence got cut off by him reaching over to fondle one of your breasts. The warmth of his calloused palm seeped through your shirt and bra. Your nipple, which had perked up to attention the second his mouth had come down on yours a few minutes earlier, rolled beneath his hand. You made a whimpering sound in the back of your throat before refinding the strength to breathe out: “I–I’m just kinda nervous is all.”

“Nervous? Why?” He cupped your tit from below now, lifting it away from your chest, feeling out its weight and the way the soft flesh conformed to his hand. “You scared? ‘Cuz I promise I’m not gonna hurtcha, sweetheart. Unless you want me to. Orrr… Maybe you’d wanna hurt me? I’m always down for any of that kinky shit.”

“I–I don’t know why,” you huffed. As you spoke, Trevor’s free hand snaked its way to your thigh. He gave it an experimental squeeze. “I just am.”

But you did know why. It was the same type of shyness that dewed your forehead with sweat and cinched your vocal chords shut, making your words shaky, whenever you found yourself in an intimate situation. Anxiety that you’d do or say something awkward. That your partner wouldn’t like what they found underneath your clothes. It had increased tenfold the usual tonight though, because you’d found yourself here, in the bed of a man with years more experience than you, who you’d already sensed had a hair–trigger temper.

Trevor didn’t catch onto your lie, thankfully. 

The hand on your thigh nudged upwards, leveraging your legs apart by a few inches. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he cooed against the side of your head. His breath, malty with the half dozen beers he’d drank at the Yellow Jack while trying to woo you, curled warm against the shell of your ear. “Just relax… Relax and let Uncle T take care of ya.”

The nickname made your stomach roll over itself. In a bad way or a good way, you couldn’t be sure. Maybe both. What you were sure of, was that the moment Trevor finished with undoing the zipper of your jeans, he would find a pair of panties that’d already been soaked through with excitement. 

A rolling growl came out of him when he made this little discovery. 

“Nervous but wet as hell,” he said, clearly proud of himself for eliciting this reaction. 

He squeezed your sex, testing the plushness of the area. The wetness spread underneath the cotton of your panties. You let out an airy moan. 

With one hand still shoved down your pants, he moved to tug at the neckline of your shirt with his other. 

“How about we get all these pesky clothes off, eh?” he crooned.

“W–Wait,” you suddenly cried, grabbing his wrist. 

He jerked his head away from its spot beside yours. Flashed you an annoyed glare. You swallowed. 

“I… Can I… I–Is it okay if I keep my shirt on?” 

Trevor guffawed with sheer disbelief, as if you’d just told him to forget all the flirting and the brief makeout session you’d already shared, you’d actually changed your mind about fucking and would rather just watch a movie together.

“Why the fuck would you wanna do that?” he asked gruffly. “C’mon. I wanna see those tits bounce while I’m fucking you.”

“I’m…” Worried you won’t find me attractive. Worried you’ll say something mean. Worried you’ll change your mind about doing this. “…Nervous.”

He continued his confused glare. You ducked your head down, staring again at the porn magazine by your foot. A painful, silent minute spun out. Then, Trevor clicked his tongue against his teeth. 

“Listen to me. You are sexy as hell. You know that?” he said, his voice more low and even than it’d been a moment ago. You felt a bit embarrassed that he’d caught on to your need for validation, but overwhelmingly glad that he was freely giving it.  “The, ah, ancient peoples… Greeks or Romans or whatever… They used to make statues of Venus—y’know, the goddess of fucking—with your type of figure.”

You glanced up at him. “Really?”

“They sure as shit did. Know why? ‘Cuz they had good taste. They knew that the more a woman has, the more there is to love.” He grabbed at your tits again, this time manhandling as much as he could with just one hand. “I mean—look at these puppies! And you’re so fucking soft… All over. Christ. I could just eat you right up, sugar.”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, feeling your cheeks warm. Nobody had ever complimented you like this before. It felt good. It felt genuine.

It didn’t feel quite good enough to quell your shyness, though.

You bowed your head again and watched your hands worry at the hem of your shirt. Trevor let out a harsh sigh as you retreated back into yourself.

Suddenly, he let go of you and clambered out of bed. You looked up and watched as he stumbled over the same pizza box you had earlier, which made you giggle a bit. The giggle stopped when he reached for the fly of his jeans the second he was on his feet and, in one hard yank, pulled them and his briefs down. Your head snapped back to the familiar sight of your own lap. There was a moment of clothing rustling as he stripped himself.

“Look at me,” he said firmly once he was finished.

By the sound of his voice, you expected to see another glare pinching his features when you followed his command. But he was actually smirking. You tried to keep your eyes pinned to his, but they were far too intense and you were far too flustered. So, you let your gaze schlep down his bare body as he stood before you, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his arms outspread in presentation. 

Your attention caught on certain parts. His broad chest covered in a smattering of dark hair. The hard muscle filling out his shoulders. The way his waist tapered slightly inwards. A couple–inch–long scar just below his left ribs. His lean but not entirely flat stomach. The trail of hair that started just above his navel and ran down to—

You flicked your attention back up, settling on the ridge of his collarbone.

“Your turn now, princess,” he purred. “Don’t you know it’s weird to be the only fully–dressed person in a room?”

You looked him in the face and gave him a smile now.

“I… Well. O–Okay.” You added, a bit more demurely: “If you help me.”

“Atta girl,” he muttered, stepping up to the edge of the bed again. 

He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and tugged up, encouraging you to straighten your arms over your head. 

Being undressed by him was oddly comforting. The way he struggled with unclasping your bra and unzipping your jeans, growling curses at himself as his fingers slipped in his excitement, made you feel wanted. Desired. Needed. He grabbed random palmfuls of the softest parts of your body as he went, kneading them with shaky appreciation. 

After he’d hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down and off of your legs, he paused for a moment. Standing over you as you sat on the edge of his bed, he drank in the full sight of your naked body. His dilated pupils jittered as they traced your soft curves.

“Look at you.” There was hunger in his voice, the corners of his mouth rising into another predatory smirk. You closed your eyes and tilted your chin to your chest, bashfully smiling. “Even fucking better than I imagined.”

A hand cupped your chin. Your head was thrown back and suddenly, his mouth was on yours again. 

He shoved his tongue against yours. Breathless groaning leaked out from between his lips. You tasted them; drank in his desperate exhales and the bitterness of smoked cigarettes and downed beers and burned crystal. Part of you knew you should be disgusted. The other part, which was quickly ballooning into not just a part but a whole, told you to enjoy this—to enjoy all of him as he was enjoying all of you.

Before you knew it, you were on your back. He hunched over you, his broad silhouette blocking the weak light of the bare bulb hung from his ceiling. As he got closer, bending further, you felt something hot and hard and slick bump against one of your knees. You reached out blindly as you continued to kiss him, feeling for his erection. Your hand instinctively wrapped around it the moment your fingertips brushed against its head. Heavy and solid and wrapped with surprisingly soft skin, his cock completely filled your palm. You found that it was quite short, too, as you began to lazily pump it. Didn’t matter. Your fingers couldn’t even close all the way around him, he was so thick. A throb that felt both tightening and loosening at once travelled through your sex when you thought about just how far he would stretch you out. 

Trevor hissed against your mouth, his frame suddenly drawing up tight. He bit at your bottom lip; tugged at it and growled around it.

“Fuck the foreplay. I think we’re both plenty ready.”

You murmured an affirmative sound against his lips, and he straightened himself up from you.

This time, you shamelessly admired his whole body as he moved to his bedside table and rummaged around in its drawer for a condom. A trickle of precum had leaked from the bulbous, red tip of his cock. There was a slight curve to his erection that you knew would press against that sweet spot tucked up inside of you just perfectly. It twitched against his fingers as he shakily rolled a condom down its length. 

When he turned to you, he was grinning again. Your lower abdomen felt like it’d been turned to liquid. And as he grabbed you by the hips and yanked your ass to the very edge of his bed, spreading your thighs for himself, you felt that liquid seep from you. You briefly wondered if you’d ever been wetter; quickly decided you hadn’t. 

Trevor reached down between the two of you to guide his cock. You felt him bump up against your sex. He made a few jerking passes up and down your slit, teasing you, nudging maddeningly briefly up against your throbbing clit before going back down to press against your entrance. 

Your mouth dropped open when he finally eased his cock into your pussy. As your body stretched to accommodate him, pain bloomed deep inside you. He buckled forward, planting his hands outside your shoulders. You watched him wince and felt yourself grimacing, as well.

“Fuck,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You tried to say that no, maybe he was just big, but then he canted hips further, fully sheathing himself with a quiet squelch. Your words turned into a mewl. He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… Thaaat’s it, sugar,” he breathed, straightening himself up again and yanking you even closer to him by your hips, until you could feel his balls pressing warm and soft against your ass. “Make those pretty little sounds for me.”

And then he was fucking you. And it was good. Really good. So good that even if you didn’t want to make “pretty little sounds for him,” they would’ve involuntarily bubbled up out of you anyways.

Every thrust of his hips sent a burst of achey pleasure coursing through your insides. He was so close—perfectly painfully, utterly pleasurably close—to being too thick for you to handle, and yet the generous slick your sex had sopped itself with made it easy for him to piston in and out of you. Each jab into you knocked a grunt from his scarred, parted lips and a wet whimper from your own. 

His pace quickly became messy. Faster. Jagged. You clutched at the threadbare comforter beneath you. Watched, and adored, the faint ripple of hidden muscle flexing and unflexing beneath the fat of his stomach as he fucked you while he watched every tantalizing bounce of your breasts. The heady scent of sex quickly filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of your bodies smacking against each other, making your head swim.

Just a minute into it, Trevor suddenly drove forward as far as he could. You let out a keening moan as you felt him fully bury himself inside of you, your core on the verge of completely melting down from the sheer goodness of being so incredibly full of him.

“You look so fucking good at the end of my boy,” Trevor growled, moving his hands from the bed to your tits. He greedily filled each hand with one, your plush skin overflowing from the spaces between his fingers. “Like a fucking dream, baby. Shit, shit, shit, I–I love you. I love you so, so fucking much.”

His voice warbled over the sentiment. He began to thrust again, going hard, his movements shallow but primal, keeping his cock almost entirely buried inside of you. Itching, hot tension moved through your guts. You threw your head back. Reached out and grabbed at his forearms as his hold on your breasts turned crazed and almost painful. Felt the hard muscle under his scar–spattered skin as he held onto you and you onto him. 

As quickly as it’d appeared, the tension inside of you mounted up. Every swing of his hips, every huffed breath, every gravelly groan, inched you closer and closer to a climax that was approaching with reckless abandon. 

“Trevor,” you managed to gasp out. “I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Good, good, g–good girl,” Trevor rasped above you. “C’mon, c’mon. Cum for me; cum all over that dick, sweetness.”

The tension swirled and condensed, cinching up every aching muscle of your pussy. With one drawn–out moan, Trevor thrust into you as deep as he could once more and you came completely undone.

Climax ripped through you. Your back, damp with sweat, arched off the bed. Static burst behind your closed eyes. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock with the strength of a coiled spring shooting out then being pressed down again, over and over. In the white–hot haze of orgasm, you didn’t even notice that Trevor had stopped his thrusting until you felt his cock begin to pulsate right against your sweet spot, milked by the fluttering walls of your sex. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he whined.

He collapsed atop you once he was finished.

The two of you raced to catch your breaths. For how long, you didn’t know. All you knew was that, with his chest pressed against yours, the sweat of his skin mingling with yours and his cock slowly going soft inside of you, you felt more satisfied than you ever had before.

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo: Paint - OA Zidan x Reader (NSFW)

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Hitting Bingo Square: Body Paint

You’re different from the other women Omar’s been with, in bed and out of it. You’re teach him about sensuality, that sex doesn’t have to be a race to the finish, it’s about connection and intimacy.

Your confidence has built since the first time he took you to bed. He’d been honoured that you had chosen to take that step with him, he knows how hard it can be to give yourself someone else, to trust them with your vulnerability.

There’s a playfulness in you tonight, he’d seen it in your eyes when he’d unwrapped the gift you’d brought home this afternoon. He’d been sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone when you had set it down in front of him.

“Body paint.” He had uttered, studying the box with interest before you’d taken his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

You undress him slowly, his forehead resting against yours as your fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. It plays out like a seduction, gentle fingertips and teasing kisses gracing his skin until he finds himself splayed out upon a set of old sheets you’ve laid down especially for the occasion.

He’s a masterpiece, your man. All of that firm muscle and bare skin. His arm is thrown up above his head as he watches you with those beautiful dark eyes of his. He’s hard already, his cock leaking onto his stomach because the feel of your hands on his body…

It ruins him.

You start with orange, a tiny dab with the soft brush. The paint feels cool on underside of his bicep as you guide the brush over his flesh. It’s a pleasurable feeling, light and teasing. He makes a  noise in the back of his throat as you allow the paintbrush to trail down his shoulder, following the line of his collarbone until you reach the centre of his chest.

“How does it feel?” You ask him, pausing to reapply more paint to your brush.

“Good.” He says, his voice a little rough. “Relaxing.”

“You have been a little tense over the past couple of days, I thought it might be a fun way to diffuse some of that.” You say distractedly as you swirl the paintbrush over his sensitive skin.  

“It’s working.” He mumbles, his hips arching just a little as you doodle down the centre of his chest.

You take your time with him, using his body like your canvas until he’s needy and wanting. When your tongue runs over the tip of his cock, a moan tears from his throat. He tilts his head to look at you, those pretty lips of yours wrapping his dick as your gaze meets his.

“Hanna…” He warns you because the build up it’s been too much and the sensation of your mouth, it’s overstimulating, it drives him right to the pinnacle of ecstasy and he just can’t stop himself.

You pull your mouth away from his cock with a lewd pop, your palm replacing it. It barely takes more than a couple motions before he’s coming, his release spilling over your hand and across his stomach in thick spurts.

It takes him a couple of minutes to catch his breath but when he does Omar finds himself laughing as he stares down at the artwork that covers his body. He’s never felt as free as he does with you, so light, so content. He smiles as you lay down alongside of him in your underwear, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he whispers.

“It’s your turn.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[sissylittlefeather]

This is the Story

Chapter 10

A/N: Merry Christmas, baby! This chapter is loooooong, but lots happens and I hope its entertaining for you all. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, kidding, cussing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, light restraint during sex, I think that's everything

Word count: 4kish

Song, still

She lays next to him and nuzzles into his shoulder, as he leans over and kisses her forehead, both of them determined to never let anything come between them again.

******

When Elvis returns to Stax the next day, he's in a much better mood. Recording goes well and he's able to finish quickly and go back to spending time with Grace and Wendy in the evenings.

Despite the fact that Richard is gone, they don't move out. Instead, Grace moves into Elvis's bedroom and he buys bunk beds to put in Lisa's room so that Wendy has her own space.

In December, Lisa Marie comes to stay and Elvis is excited for their first weekend together as a family. On Friday night, they settle in for a movie night with the girls on the floor talking and laughing. Elvis has his arm around Grace as she lays her head on his shoulder. He's reveling in the normalcy of the evening when he has an idea.

"Hey, honey, what would you think about going horseback riding with the girls tomorrow?"

Grace sits up and looks at him with a strange look on her face.

"What?" He asks when he sees her.

"I'm... I'm deathly afraid of horses..." He turns and looks at her incredulously.

"Why?"

"I don't know. They're big. And smart. I'm just scared of them."

"Aw, honey, no. I'm gettin' you on a horse tomorrow." She laughs.

"We'll see." He puts his hand on her cheek and leans in and kisses her gently.

On the floor, Wendy turns to Lisa.

"See, I told you they've been kissing a lot!" Lisa Marie throws her arms around Wendy.

"We're gonna be sisters!"

Elvis and Grace hear this and laugh, going back to their position with her head on his shoulder. He knows it's early to think about it, but right now, in this moment, he wants nothing more than to make Grace his wife.

The Colonel be damned.

******

The next day, Grace reluctantly dresses to spend the day outside in the cold. When she gets to her shoes, she stands in her socks and stares at the line of them not sure what to pick. Just then, Elvis comes through the door with a box.

"Hey, hon, I had Jerry run out and grab these for you. Come look." She walks over to where he sets the box on the bed. He opens the box, too excited to wait for her to do it herself. He reaches in and lifts out a pair of beautiful black boots. They have turquoise detailing and white stitching.

"Oh, Elvis, they're perfect. But they look expensive."

"Honey, your boyfriend is Elvis Presley. You need to get used to expensive things." That's the first time he's referred to himself as her boyfriend, and her heart swells knowing that's how he sees himself. He pats on the bed for her to sit down. She does and he slides the boots onto her feet. They fit just right and she suddenly knows what Cinderella felt like, transformed into a princess in one move. He stands up, leaning in to kiss her deeply. She's so happy that for a second she forgets that she's about to be dragged outside and plopped on a horse.

"Come on, the girls are ready."

When they get downstairs, Wendy is showing off new boots too. Hers are brown with pink detailing, just like Lisa Marie's.

They make their way down to the barn together, where they spend the next few hours with Elvis helping Wendy and Lisa ride and Grace keeping a nice distance from the horses. Eventually, the girls get tired and go play. Just when Grace thinks she's successfully avoided riding a horse, she hears Elvis's voice.

"Hey, come here, honey." Her heart jumps into her throat and she walks over to him cautiously. He takes her hand and guides her over to the side of one of the horse's necks, speaking softly to the horse as they approach. He stands close behind her and for a second she gets lost in the intoxicating scent and feel of him. Then, he slowly and deliberately moves her hand for the horse to smell. She's shaking slightly, so he switches to speaking softly to her.

"You're alright, honey, I'm here." She nods gently and he moves her hand back to the horse's neck. He continues to guide her as they stroke the horse together.

"See, now that's not too bad, is it?" His voice is low and soothing and the fear slowly melts away to be replaced by a feeling of calm warmth. After a few minutes of this, he wraps both arms around her from behind and sets his chin on her shoulder while she continues petting the horse.

"You ready to try riding?"

"Are you talking to me or the horse?" She asks with a small smile. She feels him smile in return.

"You, hon."

"Well, if you're here with me, I guess I can try it."

Somehow, he manages to get her onto the horse without incident. She's in awe of his ability to make her feel safe, even in situations where she would be otherwise terrified. He walks the horse around for a bit to let her get used to the sensation. Finally, he walks over and gets on his own horse, riding next to her to keep her relaxed. They spend the rest of the day riding and Grace gets more and more comfortable as the time passes. By the end of the afternoon, she agrees to go riding with him again another time.

As they walk back up to the house, Wendy and Lisa walking in front of them, Elvis sighs deeply.

"I wish we could always be the four of us together." Grace takes his hand.

"I know. I do too. But we'll all be together again soon for Christmas." He stops walking and looks at her.

"We'll be in California for Christmas."

"Wait, what?"

"It's the only way Priscilla will let me see Lisa for the holiday. I have to come to her." Grace looks down at her feet. She's not sure what she expected, but it wasn't that.

"I thought we would be together for Christmas."

"No, honey, I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner." He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. The idea of being away from him makes her feel a little sick, especially knowing he'll be with his ex-wife.

"How long will you be gone?"

"I leave on the 23rd and I'll be back on the 30th."

"A week?!" Grace feels like a child. Why is she so upset about being away from him? She's never had a problem being on her own before. What will she do when he's in Vegas or on tour?

"I'm sorry, Grace. I'd stay here if I could."

"Mama, Daddy, come on!" Wendy hollers as the girls reach the front door. Elvis and Grace go back to walking, not saying another word about the upcoming holiday.

******

The time before Elvis leaves passes quickly and uneventfully. Lisa Marie goes home after a tearful goodbye with Wendy and Grace makes plans to go to Tulsa for the holiday. Elvis volunteers to make an extra stop on his way to California in his plane, so that they don't have to pay for plane tickets. Wendy is ecstatic, but Grace is reluctant to accept his offer. Is she becoming too reliant on him? The old fears start to creep back in and she wonders if she needs to put some space between them again. Still, he's been nothing but trustworthy so far.

And there's the matter of Frank and the book. How long can they continue like this before he finds out and pulls the plug on her assignment? She's not sure she's ready to depend on Elvis completely, even though they're living together at this point. All these things are running through her mind as he waits for an answer about the plane.

"Grace, honey?" When she looks into his eyes it's like everything else melts away.

"Okay, we'll fly with you. Will you pick us up on your way back?"

"Of course. I won't leave you stranded in Tulsa." He laughs and she relaxes a bit. Maybe she can let go a little and trust him.

******

Once they get on the plane and Wendy is settled into a seat with a stack of coloring books and a box of crayons in front of one of the many televisions, Elvis and Grace sit next to each other on the couch behind her. Several of the Memphis mafia guys and their wives are also sprinkled throughout this front part of the plane. Grace pulls her feet up under her and leans over onto Elvis. He kisses the top of her head and everyone else purposefully ignores them. Then, he gets a devilish glint in his eyes and whispers in her ear.

"You know there's a bed on this plane." He wiggles his eyebrows at her and for a second she considers it. But then she remembers Wendy and gestures to her with her thumb.

"Did you forget we have other passengers?"

"Dammit, Wendy." Elvis says under his breath, but she hears her name.

"What?" She hollers from her stack of coloring books.

"Nothing, baby. Daddy is just being silly." Grace says as she smacks Elvis in the chest with the back of her hand playfully.

"You called me Daddy again. Are we making this a habit?" She laughs and he leans in and whispers. "Because I'm not complainin'." Her heart skips a beat as his lips graze her ear and she feels her core get warmer.

"I think I need the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?" She says loudly, cocking her head and turning to Elvis.

"Oh, of course, honey." He takes her to the bedroom at the back of the plane and then looks back to make sure they're out of sight. Once he's confident they have some privacy, he closes the door and pushes her up against it, kissing her hard with his lips parted, sliding his tongue into her mouth passionately. He runs his hands up her front and rolls his hips into hers.

"I need you, baby." He moans against her lips.

"Fuck, Elvis, you know we can't."

"Oh, come on, I'll be quick." He kisses down her neck as he presses his erection into her. She moans softly and bites her lower lip. Her panties are getting wetter by the second and she knows she needs him too. She's just about to give in when she hears from the other side of the plane, "Mama!"

Elvis jumps back like Wendy can see them, but thankfully she can't. Grace smooths her hair and takes a deep breath, giving Elvis an I told you so look. He clears his throat and adjusts himself so that his erection is up under his belt. Before she opens the door, Grace runs her hand up his shaft and squeezes him gently.

"What was that?" He asks breathily.

"Don't forget me in California." He groans as she starts to walk away and grabs her from behind, kissing the back of her neck and rubbing her clit over her pants.

"Two can play at this game, honey." She giggles, turning to face him and is about to kiss him when Wendy calls out again.

"MAMA!"

"I'm coming!" She hollers, still wrapped in his arms.

"Not yet, you're not." He says under his breath, nipping at her neck softly, and Grace erupts into laughter again.

"I need to go check on my child." He grunts and lets go of her reluctantly. Finally, she opens the door and walks back to the part of the plane where Wendy is. He takes a deep breath and follows her, settling on the couch again. Just then, the captain comes over the intercom and tells them they need to be seated for landing. Both Elvis and Grace know this means they're about to be separated for a week. She sits on the couch next to him and he holds her hand in his. Then, he picks it up and brings it to his lips.

"I love you, honey. You know I'll miss you."

"I know. I love you too."

They brace themselves for the landing and the goodbye that's coming.

******

In Tulsa, Grace is greeted warmly by her family. Maryann looks around suspiciously.

"No Elvis this time?"

"No, he's in California with his daughter."

"Oh, darn. I was hoping we could trick him into some Christmas songs." Grace laughs and they settle into the family holiday time together. Still, she can't help but miss his presence. She's gotten so used to having him there that being without him comes with a feeling of emptiness that she really doesn't like. It's going to be a long week.

******

Elvis knocks on the door of Priscilla's house, his arms loaded with some of the gifts he has for Lisa Marie. He shipped more of them earlier, but he has a few he bought since sending the others. Priscilla answers and he walks in, setting the gifts by the tree. Lisa Marie runs and jumps into his arms.

"Daddy, where's Wendy and Grace?" He looks at Priscilla awkwardly.

"Oh, I didn't bring them, baby." Priscilla looks at the ground.

"Why not? I thought me and Wendy were sisters now?" Lisa Marie asks, pouting. Priscilla chimes in.

"She hasn't shut up about Wendy since September. Who is Grace, Elvis?" Elvis blushes. He hadn't thought about the fact that he would have to tell Priscilla about her.

"She's... she's my... Grace... she's my girlfriend."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You had girlfriends while we were married. Why wouldn't you have one now?"

"Cilla, can we not do this?" She sighs and walks out of the room, leaving him with Lisa Marie. He pulls her into a big hug before setting her back on the ground where she goes to the pile of presents. There's a dull ache in his chest where Grace's absence settles. He misses her so much that it hurts. He sighs deeply, not sure how he's going to make it a full week without her.

******

On Christmas Eve, a box arrives at Grace's mom's house addressed to Grace and Wendy. Inside, there's a note from Elvis and two wrapped gifts.

"G,

The big one is for Wendy. The smaller one is for you. Don't open them until Christmas. See you soon.

I love you,

E"

Grace has a strong desire to kiss the letter, but Maryann is watching, so she doesn't. Instead, she walks over to the tree and sets down the gifts.

"You miss him, don't you?" Grace looks up at Maryann, praying she can't tell that her eyes are glassy with tears. She swallows the lump in her throat and nods.

"Why do I miss him this much? It's pathetic."

"Sweetie. You're not pathetic; you're in love. This is how it's supposed to be." She pulls Grace into a hug. "Just when I thought my big sister would be a spinster forever, she goes and falls in love with the most famous man on the planet." Grace laughs.

"I might still be a spinster."

"Nah. I've got a feeling about this one."

******

After Lisa and Priscilla go to bed, Elvis sits in the guest room staring at the phone. He has a note with a phone number on it in his hand. Should he call her? She's probably asleep since it's almost midnight in Tulsa.

The longer he's away from her, the more it solidifies how he feels about her. He just wants to hear her voice, so he picks up the receiver. But then he hangs up again quickly. He should let her sleep. So instead he changes into pajamas and lays down with a book, trying desperately to think of anything but Grace.

******

Christmas morning comes in Tulsa and there's a flurry around the living room as everyone opens their gifts. The kids are especially having fun opening their toys. When Wendy gets to the gift from Elvis, she's thrilled to find a pair of roller skates and a delicate gold necklace with a "W" on it.

"Oh, Mama, look at this!" She brings the gift over to Grace excitedly.

"That's beautiful, baby! And skates too!"

"What did Daddy get you?" The adults in the room get quiet and look at her. They're all curious what's in the package as well. She looks around the room awkwardly and picks up the box. Her hands tremble slightly as she tears at the wrapping, but she's not sure why.

When she finally gets the box open, she lets out a small gasp. It's a first edition of her favorite book, Wuthering Heights. How did he remember that from their conversation by the pool months ago? She delicately lifts it out and notices something else under it. She sets the book on the table next to her and pulls out what's underneath. It's a jewelry box. She opens it and there are two necklaces, one with an "EP" and the other with a "GD". The one with her initials has a card under it that says "this one is mine" in Elvis's handwriting. Her hand goes to her mouth and she can't find any words to say. With this gift, he's making her truly his. But not just that. He's saying that he's hers as well.

"You know what they say. You should never accept jewelry from a man you don't intend to marry." Ruth states boldly. Grace gives her a defiant look and takes the necklace out of the box.

"Maryann, will you help me put this on?"

"Gladly." Maryann smiles widely and assists her in putting the necklace on. Ruth watches wide-eyed. Grace holds the book to her chest and touches the gold letters where they sit at her collarbone. One of the kids jumps in to break the silence and the chaos begins again, but Grace barely notices. All she wants is to call Elvis and thank him for the gifts. She doesn't have a number for him, though, and he's probably busy. She sighs, lost in a haze of love. Then she realizes that she doesn't have a gift for him. In a panic, she decides to make a phone call to her best friend from home.

"I'll be back."

She goes back to her old bedroom and grabs the phone. She dials quickly, praying she'll pick up the phone.

"Cindy! This is Grace."

"I was starting to wonder if you were still alive. Last I heard you were headed to Vegas. Was the picture real?"

"Wow, I need to catch you up a lot."

"Is that why you called?"

"Well, not exactly. I need a huge favor. I know you're a photographer..."

******

It's after 10pm again and Elvis sits in the guest room staring at the phone. He picks up the receiver and puts it back three times. Then, he hears a soft knock on his door. Priscilla enters in her pajamas.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You miss her, don't you?" He looks at her with his eyes wide, not quite sure how to answer. "It's okay if you do."

"I really do."

"Do you love her?" He hesitates for a second before answering.

"I do." Priscilla sighs.

"Then don't mess it up this time. You have a chance to do this right. So do it right." She pats his knee and then stands up.

"Thank you, Cilla."

"I'm happy. You should be too." He nods.

"I really am." She smiles sadly and makes her way out of the guest room.

"Goodnight, Elvis." She says it quietly as she closes the door behind her. Something about having Cilla's blessing makes the whole thing more real. Still, he's ready to get back to Grace as soon as possible.

******

The rest of the Christmas holiday goes by relatively uneventfully. Elvis calls a few times to talk to Grace, to which she blushes and takes the call in the bedroom. She also meets up with Cindy for an afternoon to secure Elvis's gift. Cindy is excited to hear the details of Grace's new love and cheers when she shows her the necklace.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Grace and Wendy wait on the tarmac for the Lisa Marie to land. Grace is anxious to see Elvis and Wendy is just ready to go to sleep. The sun has already gone down and she's exhausted from a week with her cousins. When the plane lands and they roll the staircase over to the entrance, Grace's heart skips a beat and she fondles the "EP" necklace around her neck. He comes down the stairs eagerly and immediately pulls Grace into him.

"I missed you, honey." She leans back and then kisses him fully on the mouth.

"I missed you too, E." It's the first time she's called him by anything other than his name and he loves it.

"Can we get on the plane?" Wendy whines and pulls on Elvis's coat. They make their way onto the plane and settle in among the rest of the Memphis mafia. Elvis and Grace are wrapped around each other on the couch. It takes less than 20 minutes for Wendy to pass out in one of the lush chairs.

Grace digs in her bag and hands Elvis an envelope.

"Merry Christmas."

"What is this?"

"My gift for you." She smiles playfully as he opens the envelope. Inside, he finds a collection of photographs of Grace wearing the "EP" necklace... and not much else. He inhales sharply and looks around to make sure no one else can see what he's looking at.

"Honey... this is... wow." He adjusts his belt to hide his hardening cock.

"Do you like them?" Grace asks with a nervous look.

"Do I like them? Honey." He smiles devilishly. After a few more seconds of looking through the photos, he leans in to Grace's ear and whispers.

"There's a bed on here, remember? Wendy is asleep." She pulls back and looks into his eyes as they sparkle with a devious shine. She knows she should say no with all the people on the plane, but it's been 7 days since she's seen him and her logical brain isn't making the decisions. He stands up and she takes his hand. As they walk to the back of the plane, Elvis leans over to Jerry and his wife.

"Keep an eye on her." He gestures to Wendy and Jerry nods.

The second they're out of view from the rest of the passengers, Elvis pulls Grace into a deep kiss, his hands moving to her ass to pull his hips into hers.

"God, I missed you." He moans into her mouth as she presses her body against him.

"I missed you too. I love my gifts. I can't believe you found a first edition. And the necklace." He looks down as she shows him that she's still wearing the necklace. He kisses her fingers as she holds the golden "EP".

"You're still wearing it." A smile spreads across his face.

"Of course I'm wearing it."

"You're mine."

"I am. I have yours in my bag."

"Good." He leans in and kisses her deeply again. He keeps walking her backwards through the plane until they reach the bedroom. When they get there, they start pulling off each other's clothes, his jacket and shirt hitting the floor and her top and skirt falling to the ground. He lays her down on the bed and kisses down her body as he continues to undress her. Once they're both naked, she climbs on top of him and he things she's going to sink onto his dick, but she doesn't. Instead, she situates herself over his face and he moans into her.

"Yes, honey, come here." As she's settling onto his face, they hit a bump of turbulence and she yelps.

"Don't worry. There's a seatbelt on this bed." He looks at her mischievously. But she does him one better and grabs the seatbelt, buckling it across his chest and arms. Then, she crawls back onto his face and he whimpers, unable to reach up and touch her. Still, he goes to work with his tongue, licking and sucking her clit fervently. She presses her hands against the wall above his head and moans loudly. He laughs and whispers into her.

"Baby, there's a lot of people on this plane."

"They're way at the front. I don't care if they can hear us. Do you think they don't know what we're doing?" He chuckles and nods.

"Good point." He goes back to licking and tongue-fucking her and she slams her hand on the wall.

"Fuck. E, I'm gonna come." She says it through gritted teeth as she grinds onto his face. He smiles and picks up the pace with his tongue, dying to reach up with his hands and grab her hips. When she finally does come, pulsating and shuddering on top of him, he reaches up and undoes the seatbelt, grabbing her hips and lapping at her pussy desperately. Then, he flips her over onto her back and fastens the seatbelt over her.

"My turn, baby." She laughs as he lines himself up with her entrance and pushes into her.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis." He fucks into her rhythmically, slamming his hips against hers as her arms are pinned to her sides with the seatbelt. He leans over and kisses her deeply as he pounds into her.

"Are you mine, baby?" He whispers in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

"I'm all yours. And whose are you?" He undoes the seatbelt so she can wrap her arms around him as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

"Oh god, Grace, I am yours. Forever." The last word makes the tears gather in her eyes again as he pushes into her over and over. Forever? This is all she wants for as long as she lives. As he pumps in and out of her deeply, she pulls his shoulders down to her and nips him softly as he continues to fuck her, hitting all of the sensitive parts of her. He groans and moves his hips faster and faster.

Finally, he slams into her, shuddering and moaning.

"Fuck, yes, honey, I love you so much. God, I missed you." He comes hard into her and she wraps herself around him. She smiles and kisses his shoulder, pulling him down on top of her until he's laying with his head on her chest. He pulls his head up and looks at her intensely.

"I don't ever want to spend another night away from you. Tell me you'll come with me to Vegas and on tour and anywhere else I might go." She pushes his hair back off of his forehead and looks into his eyes.

"I'm yours, E. You can have me anywhere you want me." She's not sure how it'll work out with Wendy, but in this moment she doesn't care. They'll figure it out.

He kisses up her neck to her ear.

"I want you wherever I am."

"Then I will go with you wherever you go." He kisses her mouth again deeply. "I love you, E."

"I love you, honey."

He lays on his back next to her and pulls her close to him. They have a few more minutes to spend in this haven of bliss before they have to get dressed for landing. He's not going to waste a second of it.

******

Until Chapter 11! I love you all!

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[gravehags]

if you're still looking for prompts, dare i say...reader and cumulus thoroughly taking care of each other while the cardinal watches, tied up and helpless :3 (the internet has been out these last few days and now i crave filth lmao)

-unhinged family anon

this is ticking all my boxes in more ways than one so naturally i have to write it

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader x Cardinal Copia

Words: ???

Tags: bondage, voyeurism, titty sucking, cunnilingus, dildos

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“Told you the red would look good on him,” you say to the ghoulette currently lazing next to you on the bed.

Both of you are nude and are content to idly run your hands over one another, watching the mismatched eyes of the man tied up in a chair directly across from the bed dart between your bodies. He looks breathtaking, your Cardinal, with strands of silvering brown hair stuck to his damp forehead, chest heaving and straining against the rope binding him to his seat. Cumulus was thorough and snug in her knots, allowing very little movement for him and you’re impressed by the results. His fair, freckled skin is flushed and you note the way his hips make tight little circles in a pathetic effort to get some relief to his hard and reddened cock.

“Mmmm, don’t you love it when he looks so desperate?”

You chuckle, nosing against the ghoulette’s hair with your hand drifting across her belly.

“So sweet,” you coo as you begin to pepper kisses along her jawline, “I think he deserves a treat.”

In a smooth movement, Cumulus shifts her body towards you and captures your lips in a languorous, wet kiss. You loved the decadence that came with being with her and loved even more when you had a rapt audience. The two of you giggling into each other’s mouths between kisses has the jaw of the bound Cardinal hanging open as if he wishes to speak, but he knows better. Knows that he’s just a simple spectator to your pleasure. And boy were you two ready to put on a show. With a swift movement you straddle the ghoulette and arch your back for the Cardinal’s enjoyment. Cumulus laughs out loud and delivers a sweet, sharp smack to your ass.

“Don’t torture the poor man, love,” she grins, hands kneading the flesh of your hips.

“Why wouldn’t I when he likes it so much? Don’t you, caro?”

Dutifully, no words leave his mouth but he frantically nods and worries at his lower lip with his teeth. Feeling devilish, you lower your mouth to suck and nip at the ghoulette’s collarbone, leaving a necklace of dark bruises across her soft flesh. When your hand comes up to cup her full breast, you hear a whimper from behind you.

“Oh he liked that,” Cumulus breathes, fingers toying with your hair. You smile up at her before licking a stripe over her hardened nipple and her head tilts backwards in pleasure.

“Love sucking your tits, ‘Lus,” you murmur, tracing the bud with the tip of your tongue. “Satanas you’re beautiful.”

Her eyes are shut but a soft smile graces her features as the fingers woven in your hair scratch gently at your scalp. With a sigh you take her nipple in your mouth and suck while your other hand toys with the opposite breast. You can hear your audience breathing heavy behind you and you don’t have to look at him to know his hands strain at the bindings. With an exaggerated pop you remove your lips and bite playfully at the soft flesh.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Cardinal?” you ask, turning your head slightly. He looks at you both with wild eyes, seeking permission which Cumulus graciously grants.

“Y-yes. Yes. Both of you. Belle ragazze mie.”

“Ah, ah, ah, Cardinal. Not quite yours yet tonight. But if you’re still a good boy and make a pretty mess of yourself for us, we’ll consider it.”

The low whine that leaves Copia’s throat is pitiful and only worsens as you settle between Cumulus’ legs. You love seeing her spread open for you, the white curls at the apex of her thighs damp with slick and sweat. When you lick a swift stripe through her slit she gasps and pulls your hair.

“A warning next time my love,” she chides as you grin against her mound.

“Apologies, ‘Lus. I will tell you exactly what I’m doing next time. For example, right now I’m going to spread you open and lick up all that sweet mess you’ve made before I suck on your clit until I have you screaming my name. Is that acceptable?”

You swear you hear Copia let out a sob behind you and Cumulus’ tail thumps on the bed beside you. Her pupils are blown as she looks down at you, cheeks flushed and your hunger for her only grows.

“Please, love. Mmm fuck me with your mouth.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Spreading her open with your thumbs you dip your tongue down to her entrance, fuck you loved the taste of her, teasing at the hole. The sweet little noises and the way her hips buck against your mouth are your favorite part of doing this and you tell her so. When your tongue drags upwards and grazes her clit she cries out, claws digging into your scalp. When the chair behind you creaks loudly, your head whips around and the sight that meets your eyes delights you. The Cardinal’s head hangs forward, mouth open, his paints streaked messily down his cheeks. His chest heaves with effort and his hips jerk in their bindings. You desperately want to go to him, to lick up the fat bead of pre currently sliding down his painfully hard cock but you know the rules. And so you return to the task at hand.

Cumulus is so delightfully sensitive, something you adore about her, and the low moan that comes out of her when you suck her clit into your mouth makes your own cunt throb.

“So good, baby, so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

So you don’t. Not until her tail starts to twitch and her moans become higher and higher in pitch, your name a prayer on her lips. When she cums, her claws scratch blood into your skin, back arched off the mattress and every roll and curve of her body undulating. You’d be content to draw a second orgasm from her just like this but she’s shoving you away all of a sudden, overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“Not…not yet. Gotta take care of you first, baby.”

In an instant she flips you onto your back and Copia lets out a long, low moan.

“He hasn’t cum yet,” you say, somewhat impressed, “waiting for both of us, sweet boy?”

His nod is once again frantic, tears sliding out and leaving black streaks down his cheeks. His cock looks painfully hard and you almost feel bad if you didn’t know this is exactly what he wants. Cumulus reaches over to grab something off the bedside table that has you grinning when she presents it to you.

“Awfully big, ‘Lus,” you comment idly at the dildo in her hand, “sure I can take it?”

Cumulus laughs loudly, glancing mischievously at Copia.

“I’ve seen you take his, remember? Isn’t that right, Cardinal? Doesn’t she take your cock so well?”

Copia is trembling at this point, eyes squeezed shut and panting in an attempt to get a hold of himself. Cumulus takes the opportunity to lean down and bite the meat of your breast before laving her tongue over your nipple.

“Eyes open, Cardinal,” she says in a sing-songy voice, “you need to watch her take every last inch.”

Obediently, Copia’s eyes fly open and settle between your spread legs where Cumulus is currently running the tip of the toy.

“Look how wet she’s gotten just from licking my cunt. Such a good girl for me. Don’t you think she deserves a reward?”

Copia’s nostrils flare in an effort to control himself as his head twitches and a hoarse “yes” escapes his throat. With a flick of her thumb, Cumulus turns the vibrator on and presses it against your clit. The feeling of finally getting some relief makes your body turn to jelly, fingers gripping the sheets. She’s content to tease you for a while, bringing you close to the edge before pulling away. You’re about to whine, about to remind her that she’s not torturing you tonight when you feel the head of the dildo pressed insistently against your hole.

“Eyes right here, Cardinal,” she instructs, moving her body to give him a clear view, “you’re gonna watch her take my pretty fat cock just like she takes yours.”

Slowly, torturously slowly for your taste, she pushes the toy inside of you. The abundance of slick coming from you makes its path easy and you moan loudly at the way it stretches you. The cock is halfway inside you when Cumulus ramps up the vibrations, causing your walls to clench.

“Fuck, ‘Lus,” you pant, hands searching for something to hold onto, “fuck that f-feels so good.”

“Mmm I know baby. Look how pretty her cunt looks stretched around my toy, Cardinal. What a pretty show she puts on for us. But I think she can take more…can’t you love?”

Your laugh is a little too loud, a little too wild as you chant a litany of yeses. When she continues pushing the cock into you, your mouth hangs open and eyes roll back. Between the delicious stretch and the way the vibrations feel against your clit you know you’re close.

“A-almost there. So, so close ‘Lus. Please.”

“Hear that, Cardinal? She’s close - and I bet you are too, aren’t you? Look at him, love. Show him how good this makes you feel. Bring him over the edge with you.”

In an instant your eyes fly to meet Copia’s and you swear you’ve never seen him look more desperate. Suddenly you wish he was within your reach so you could use your mouth, your hands, anything to pleasure him. The way he watches you as Cumulus’ pistons the toy in and out of you is pure hunger. With each thrust of her wrist his hips rut forwards, eyes ever on yours. When you finally feel your spine tighten and white hot heat spread across your chest and limbs, your mouth falls open in a shout.

“Cumulus!”

You want to shut your eyes, to bask in your pleasure but then you’d miss the way Copia paints his chest and stomach with ropes of seed, moaning in broken Italian as his mismatched eyes bore into yours. His hips continue to twitch long after he’s spent and gently, Cumulus eases the dildo from your sore cunt. You move to get up but she gently presses you back down into the soft sheets. Panting, you watch her deftly untie the Cardinal from his bindings and guide his limp body into bed beside you. As if by magic she procures a warm rag and cleans up the mess on Copia’s belly and face as you tuck into him and gesture for her to join you both. Smiling warmly, she slips into bed beside you and her tail wraps loosely around your calf.

“You did so well, Copia,” you murmur into his neck, “always so good for us.”

He lets out a weak chuckle.

“It’s eh, very easy to be good for belle ragazze mie. Grazie, amori miei.”

You can feel Cumulus smiling against the curve of your shoulder and before long her low purring begins to lull the three of you to sleep.

[billiedeansbitch]

𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: this is a part of a collection of one-shots called fifteen years and counting. so it's like a series? but the timeline may vary depending on the plots. so yeah. and oh, my heart was in the mood for some fluff so here you go.

warning/s: just kissing.

While Larissa was heavily convinced she was being overlooked despite her towering stature, you stood there, in the quad among your peers, only having eyes for her. It was unthinkable how day by day, the tiny, merely a weak spark she elicited with one stupid smile she gave you, progressively grew into a wildfire in your chest, entirely inescapable.

Wherever you went she was there, ready to greet you with an enticing smile, effectively melting your heart, her gaze burning your cheeks and all you could do was sprint off like some mad cat. But that day though, when The Ravens won the annual race in celebration of the Poe Cup, and she stood behind their captain, Morticia Frump, with all smiles and giggles, you knew it was a window of opportunity to approach and congratulate her. Maybe also try to clarify your unconventional way of liking people which was really to avoid them hoping they could figure it out themselves that you liked them.

Just then, Marina, the school’s self-appointed photographer, nudged you hard, disrupting the daydreams in your head. “Let’s go, the Principal’s speech is over. This is your only shot. Don’t. Fuck. It. Up.” Her words were punctuated with light jabs of her pointer finger on your shoulder.

 “Right. Yes. I will not fuck it up.” Marina, eager to get this over with, pushed you through, toward the front where Larissa and her team were gathered. “I will not fuck it up. I will not fuck it up.” You kept murmuring like a mantra, believing the more you said it aloud, the less it would be a disaster.

“You will not fuck up what?” Larissa interjected, confusion etched on her face.

With a wide-eyed gaze, the words sprang out your mouth in haste, “You—hey! Larissa, hi. I just wanted to say hi.” That wasn’t so graceful, was it?

Marina clearly didn’t think so. She then intervened, “She wants a picture with you.”

Larissa raised a brow, “With me?” her scepticism hurt a little bit if you were being honest.

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay.” You did not fail to detect how she sounded marginally hesitant. So, to assure her this was what you wanted you gave her a smile, a weak little one, nevertheless still a smile and most of all, genuine.

It seemed to work when the frown lines from her forehead disappeared, her shoulders relaxed.

"This is disconcerting given that you've always avoided me as if I were the plague." She muttered under her breath, you could feel the sadness she disguised as annoyance in her voice.

“Sorry.” You said meekly, trying to formulate a logical explanation to ease her doubt, “Truth is…I like you.” You felt as though you shrunk in size beside her. The cat leapt out of the box. It was out.

“Closer.” Marina instructed, oblivious to conversation existing in between you and Larissa Weems.

You inched closer, but quite not as close. Larissa’s stunning blue eyes were pinned on you, searching the honesty in your words from your eyes. If she was diligent about finding the truth, she would always search for it through the eyes.

“You do?” she asked, her gaze burning holes on your skin.

“A little bit more.” This prompted Larissa to make the move, inching closer until you were both skin to skin. You looked up, “Yes.”

Without knowing where the courage came, you pulled her by her waist pulling her flushed against you. “I hope this is fine.” She didn’t say a word, but the blush was giving it all away.

“Perfect! Now, don’t move.” Your hand was shaking, sweating. Larisa felt the tremor so she steadied your hand with hers. “It’s okay.” Larissa’s fingers would have left melted marks on your skin if you were made of wax or worse you would have fucking combusted.

“Look at you two. You look like a picture perfect couple.” The comment intensified the blush on your cheeks, as well as the flushing of Larissa’s skin, the heat was so apparent that it put the sun to shame.

When you took the chance and looked up to admire Larissa from your angle, your breath was knocked out of you. She was already looking down at you. You reciprocated the smile she displayed, noticed it was wide enough to flaunt the straight alignment of her teeth, the faint lines around her mouth that weren’t there before. That was when it downed you she was giving you her true smile. “I really like you.” You confessed once more.

“Done!” Marina said looking at her camera reviewing her shots with a proud smile.

Begrudgingly, your body peeled off from her side. Larissa did the same. “Thank you.” You told her.

She gave you a final look—well, it kind of seemed like it was, before she looked straight at your friend, “Give me a copy?” She’s asking for a copy?

Even Marina seemed to need a moment to process that, “Ah-yes, sure!” Then her eyes found you, something behind those siren eyes was a brewing plan, “She will give it to you.” Well would you look at that, if the evil works hard, Marina works harder.

“Great. You know where to find me.” Could you blush any harder?

You gave her a nod, not trusting your voice right now.

Just as when you were about to turn, a hand stopped you. You looked down to your wrist where she was holding you, “Hey.”

You were quick to turn to her and almost breathlessly said: “Yes?” with so much anticipation in your voice you should be ashamed.

Larissa did not say anything, instead she bent to your height and kissed your cheek before she jogged after her team leaving you alone.

The hot wet feeling of her lips lingered on your skin. You savoured the feeling, touching the spot where her lips had been. Fuck, you were far too smitten.

And then a camera flashed.

-

The flash of light reflecting on the glass was almost the same as the one that blinded you for a fraction of a moment, staring at you friend in horror before you scurried off to chase her around the quad. You placed the frame back on top of the mantelpiece where it belonged for fifteen years now.

You stared at it, the smile on the photograph was just as sweet and beautiful as the one on your lips, plus a little bit more lines and wrinkles. Then your eyes moved a little over to her face, even then she had the most attractive smile. She was a sunshine personified, your own sunshine. Your lips stretched a little wider, wiping the frame once more before stepping back a little to admire your work.

As you were reminiscing some memories, you felt strong, but gentle arms pulled you from behind. Familiar soft lips kissing the side of your head, before resting her chin on your shoulder. “You did an excellent job of preserving this. It has been fifteen years and yet it still looks crisp and vivid.”

“Mhmm. I still remember how nervous I was.” There was a string of light chuckles that followed.

She agreed, “You were sweating all over.” And was met with a playful smack on her arm, “Liar, it was only my hands.”

“Not in my recollection.” The playful banter echoed around the house, bouncing off the well-lived walls.

Eventually, you shifted around to meet those pools of sapphires. Suddenly you were sixteen again, holding her close with your arms around her neck, and standing on your toes to reach her height while the two of you slow danced together during the Raven’N Ball. You pulled her in just as tender, taking in her lower lip to nip.

It was hypnotizing, knee-bending, so, so, warm and full of desire. To be desired this much was heart-stopping, and it felt insanely good to be loved this much, especially by Larissa.

It felt too good for Larissa that her body had to take a pause, marvelling at the sensation your tongue was doing with her ear. The heavy breathing and whispers of sweet nothings made her whimper. She mumbled your name, begging. She tilted her head further to the side, surrendering as much as skin for you to devour. “Yeah—Oh God, fuck.” It was breathy and hot, so hot it had you moaning her name.

And just like any other soft start, it escalated quickly into a feral make out session. As Larissa’s breath picked up, her hands slid down your body to your bottoms, and urged you to take a few steps back until your back was pressed on the wall giving you both some support. Her leg then invaded the space between your thighs.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy! I’m ready! Let’s go!” The little voice pierced your ears, causing Larissa’s body to pull away on instinct, you chased her lips but to no avail.

The child giggled, “Kissy, kissy!” with a swift motion, Larissa wiped the sides of her lips, hoping no stains were left. Going down on her knees, she gestured to the child to come closer.

“Yes baby.” She confirmed. Larissa avoided lying to your kid as much as possible, and she tried to always explain things in a way little Brielle’s five year old brain could grasp, but it didn’t mean you weren’t practicing discretion with your wife around little Bree, what happened was merely an error in both of your parts.

“You were kissing mama, mommy!”

“I was, baby. I was showing her that I love her.” the child giggled again, “Kiss me, too! I want a lot of kisses. So many kisses, please.” And knowing Larissa, your dear wife, could never say no to your child. She smothered Bree with kisses until she was thrusting off of her mother’s arms, “Mommy! No tickles!” she yelped. “Help me mama!”

You swept her off from her feet in an instant, “Kiss me mama!” and you did.

She glanced over the picture frame, her heart swelling in pure joy. Right then, Larissa knew she made the right decision when she kissed your cheek fifteen years ago.

[blueeyedheizer]

18 - “You have no idea just how much I love you, do you?” For the Cassie Howard blurb please???

18 - "You have no idea just how much I love you, do you?"

Cassie looks happier than you've ever seen her, the blades of her skates carving into the ice as she skates around the empty rink.

You watch, completely in awe as she spins and jumps and twirls effortlessly, her movements graceful and fluid as she lets the music guide her, completely losing herself in the moment. You smile as she spins again, this time with such speed that you lose count of the turns. She flawlessly executes each of her jumps and stunts, landing each one without any difficulty before returning to gracefully glide across the ice.

When she finishes her routine, Cassie skates back over to you, a huge smile plastered on her lips.

"How did I do?" she asks, slightly out of breath, her face flushed from the effort. She chuckles as you start clapping.

"You were incredible. You make it look so effortless."

"Thank you for bringing me here." She blushes, leaning against the railing and giving you a quick peck on the lips. "I haven't skated in so long. I've missed it." she admits, leaning against your touch after you reached to cup her face. You grin and give her cheek a playful pinch.

"You know I'll do anything to put a smile on that beautiful face of yours," you say, earning a giggle from her.

Cassie takes a deep breath and surveys the skating rink once more. "I used to come here all the time when I was younger. My dad would always encourage me to take up ice skating."

You notice the hint of sadness in her voice and tuck a finger under her chin, directing her gaze towards you. "I have something else for you." you say, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a small box, handing it to her. Cassie smiles as she takes it from your hands, a light frown forming on her forehead.

"What is it?"

"Open it."

Cassie unties the ribbon and carefully lifts the lid, revealing the jewelry inside. Tears well up in her eyes and she breathes out your name, gazing at the diamond pendant in amazement.

"It's so beautiful. Thank you so much." You carefully take the necklace out of the box and fasten it around Cassie's neck, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips as you do. "But... what's it for?" she asks with a curious look. You just shrug in response, smiling fondly at her.

"I just felt like it. I know you haven't been feeling so well lately, so I wanted to remind you how much you mean to me." Cassie's throat tightens as she feels the lump forming inside, her fingers running along the thin silver chain while you tenderly brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. "You have no idea just how much I love you, do you?" you continue.

For a moment Cassie is lost in thought, her lips parting yet not letting any sound out as she tries to find the right words to express everything she's feeling. She eventually gives up and opts to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a tight hug.

After a moment, she pulls back slightly and presses her forehead to yours, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"I think I have a pretty good idea," she whispers. "I love you too."