#💕🤍💕🤍

[woniefication]

Hey Nana,remember the first time we met?

Hey Hachi,loving someone is never a waste.

No matter how much you believe in fate.

[wolfchans]

[neeeooon]

(un)official hype squad ;

blue lock itoshi rin x fem!reader, smau

genre/cw

-> smau (+ chs w writing indicated w a ⚽️), comedy, dark humor, found family, angst, cursing, references to sex, y/n knows nothing about soccer, takes place during bllk s2 (blue lock v japan u20 era), cheating, oliver is a dick, everyone has been aged up a year (or two) for story purposes, original characters + shipping, toxic relationships, friends to lovers, slowburn, pls ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated, rin is so slowburn 100k wc fic ending in an aggressive makeout session - tsuyalovebot

description

-> when y/n finds out that her boyfriend is cheating on her with not one, but three other women, they decide to team up and screw with their now ex-boyfriend. the plan? learn everything they can about soccer and use their newfound knowledge to cheer and become the (un)official hype squad for the opposing team

playlist

-> hype boy, newjeans -> HOT TO GO, chappell roan -> primadonna, MARINA -> because i liked a boy, sabrina carpenter -> apple, charlie xcx -> mantra, JENNIE -> teenage dream, katy perry -> toxic, britney spears -> pink pony club, chappell roan -> habits (stay high), tove lo -> real man, beabadoobee -> attracted to you, pinkpantheress -> popular, the weeknd, playboi carti, madonna

status

-> completed!

profiles (1) profiles (2) profiles (3)

0 | welcome y/n

1 | baddie #6

2 | the bet

3 | boy kissers

4 | new friends

5 | in women we trust

6 | eye candy

7 | EW

8 | secrets and blabbermouths

9 | the purple guy

10 | red bean bun (⚽️)

11 | bribes (⚽️)

12 | short king

13 | knock on wood

14 | lower lash slime

15 | lesson in friendship (⚽️)

16 | family matter

17 | trends and threats

18 | love, actually (⚽️)

19 | confessions

20 | d-day

21 | box seats (⚽️)

22 | victory

23 | after party (⚽️)

24 | nosebleeds (⚽️)

25 | sos

26 | ice pops (⚽️)

27 | practice makes perfect

28 | chicken nuggets

29 | official hype squad (⚽️)

30 | neo egoist league

taglist

-> @enepsigosthelast @svnarxnn @shutuppeter @meekydeeks @tired-child00 @arwawawa2

© neeeooon, 2025

[cheonstapes]

Nothing in my mind but nerd! Miguel and titties.

I'm going back to sleep.

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOUR BOOBS LOOK HEAVY, LET ME HOLD ‘EM FOR YOU” ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

a/n ~ i am so downbad for nerd miguel, what the fuck. titties, titties, titties, titties, rocking everywhere! thank you nonnie!!!! love you !! creds to @nymphomatique 💗

summary; you let miguel sleep over for the first time, and it definitely won’t be the last.

wc; 1.3k+

pairings; nerd!miguel x fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, titties, body worship basically, switch!miguel, switch!reader, reader has pierced nipples, spanking, anal play, slapping, anal fingering, breeding kink/impregnation kink, cumming in pants, cumming kinda untouched?, biting, dry humping, they’re in love idc, nawt proofread - why did this take me like a week

miguel had been such a good boy for you, making sure you passed all your exams for this semester - you decided that he deserved a little treat

you invited him over one weekend to your dorm, telling him he was allowed to sleep over

he’s never moved faster with the way he packed up his bag and ran to your dorm which is on the other side of the campus

when he got there he was all sweaty n panting heavy, it was a little pathetic how eager he was but you let him in, making sure he went a took a shower asap

to be honest, you didn’t expect it to be hard for you to keep your hands to yourself, especially when your little boytoy is walking around your dorm in that combo - grey sweats and a tight wife beater, you can even see the outline of his abs

he followed you around like a lost puppy, it was cute at least. he couldn’t go two seconds without latching onto you in some way

he was just so excited! getting to spend time with his not-yet-but-almost girlfriend, seeing you in all your natural glory. you thought you had it bad? try hiding a hard-on whilst the woman of your dreams is walking around in booty shorts and a braless cami

speaking of that, miguel could just about make out your puffy, little, nipples through the fabric of your thin shirt - hello kitty barbells piercing your nipples

fuck, he was hard. and those sweats he was wearing weren’t making it any less obvious

miguel loves your tits. period. kneading the soft flesh, sucking on then, biting them. sometimes, whenever he cums inside, he imagines them filled up with milk - he would do anything to get you knocked up

you knew how horny he was, you could be wearing a trash bag and he’d still be as smitten for you as he is every second

so you made a decision - you told him to sleep on the floor.

you almost felt bad, almost

he looked like a kicked puppy, your 6’9 almost-boyfriend pouting like a child

i mean, you gave him a pillow and a blanket at least - plus, you have heated floors. it’s not that bad

he slept right on the side of your bed, making sure to face you directly so he could watch you sleep (not in a creepy way, he just loves you T^T)

you even made sure you were hanging just a little bit over the edge of your bed, an arm hanging over the side - a silent invitation for him to hold your hand

he was sleeping fine for a good while, hands still laced tightly with yours - but he was getting restless not touching you for so long

he stood up, as quietly as his huge ass feet would let him, walking round to the other side of the bed and sliding in

it creaked loudly but you were fast asleep anyway, so he moved closer

he wrapped a beefy arm around your middle, hand coming to rest on your chest

oh. yeah, your tits.

now he was hard again

he pressed himself against you, completely spooning you, large hands sliding under your cami and groping your tits

you weren’t an idiot though, you knew this was gonna happen - having calculated every possibility before he came. you would rather die than admit you were a bit nervous about him sleeping over too

you purposely wore the cami cause you knew it would rile him up, n he always took such good care of his mommy’s pretty tits

you turned to look at him, smiling teasingly - “why’re you in my bed, hm?”

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miguel felt like he was in deep shit, he knew how easily you could flip on him despite that pretty smile. he immediately retracted his hand, stammering as he tried to sit up. “s-sorry, i just missed you. i…i couldn’t sleep, ‘n you just look so gorgeous when you sleep and i couldn’t help myself-“ god, he always talks so much. with a tight grip on his bicep, you drag him back down to the bed, pushing him down on the plush pillows as you straddle his waist.

he was so pretty beneath you. glasses laid somewhere on the floor, curly hairs framing his face. his hands gripped your ass, whining quietly as he ground up against you. “mommy��” you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you leaned forward. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, your tits were resting just above his face, hard nipples grazing his lips. yeah, he was definitely gonna fuck a baby into you one day.

his hands moved up to your hips, squeezing the flesh before he placed a hand on your upper back pulling you down completely. miguel’s tongue snaked out to lick at your hard nipples, the sensation of the cold barbells on his tongue making his hips jerk up against the crotch of your tight shorts. “shit...when d’you get them pierced?”

you rolled your eyes, lifting up your shirt and grabbing the back of his head - pushing his mouth to your tit, grinding salaciously against his clothed cock. “none of your fuckin’ business. if you wanna suck on my tits, then shut up and suck.” you didn’t have to tell him twice.

he sucked hard, unable to resist imagining them filled up with milk, all swollen and heavy, you round with his kid- SMACK. his head whipped to the side, lips slipping off your spit-soaked nipple as he stared up at you in shock. his cheek was stinging, but his cock was straining even harder against the fabric, twitching as his face thrummed with pain. “stop thinkin’, and suck harder. you should even be grateful i’m lettin’ you sleep here, so worship mommy’s tits like you mean it.”

miguel grasped your ass once again, large hands digging into the flesh as he caressed your soft skin through your skimpy shorts, sneakily pulling the waistband down as he ran his fingers down to your cunt. ‘course you were wet, slick staining his sweats. he collected some on his fingers, dragging it back up to your puckered hole, thrusting two wet fingers inside as other hand controls your movements.

“f-fuck, wait, you dickhead.” he continued to suckle on your breasts, flicking and teasing your nipples, tugging on the barbell’s softly as his fingers sped up. your body was quivering in pleasure, his free hand spanking your ass occasionally whenever you would pull yourself away from his mouth - massaging the reddened flesh soothingly afterwards.

his mouth and tongue were downright sinful. the sensation racking over your whole body as your orgasm steadily approached, the swirling fire in your lower belly lighting up. you weren’t the only one, though. miguel was hardly keeping himself together, thick thighs trembling as he tried to keep himself from spilling out his cum in his boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out of his waistband. all he wanted to do was see you writhe in pleasure, see that beautiful face of yours glowing in ecstasy after your release.

you would always let out this adorable, whiny moan when you were close, lips parting, small breathy pants - he knew you better than he knew himself. he was more motivated than ever, fingers moving a bruising speed, tongue relentless. he tugged on your piercing hard, a hand coming to rub your engorged clit through your thong. “m-miguelll - shit, baby - ugh.” creamy liquid coated your panties, not your cum - but his. the red tip spurting out thick loads all over his stomach, the sticky mess tangling with his happy trail ‘n pooling in his navel.

“t-thank…fuck- thank you, mommy.”

you pushed him back to the floor, curling up in the blankets - cheeks heating up as you muttered. “yeah, whatever. shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

“goodnight, sleep well p-pretty.”

“…night, miguel.”

yeah, you were falling for him - hard.

- my titties are small but he’d hold them like they weighed the world

[maxtism]

🌸♡︎₊ ⊹✧˖°.

[arisaria]

Halle Berry in the 1995 film Solomon & Sheba ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

[coolauntlilith]

Everyone's making Catradora vs Ballister x Ambrosius comparison posts.

All I saw tho?

(Excuse my blinds reflecting on my tv lol)

[sstan-hoe]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝟐.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!bucky barnes × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — bucky barnes was the man of your dreams, you would do everything to make him fall for you...and making a bet out of it is even more fun...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — nothing really, which is surprising, just wait until the next chapter

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I actually hate this chapter but I need to get through it to get things rolling, so again please bear with me lol, I promise it will get better....

masterlist

After the night at the gallery, you made sure to not cross paths with Bucky. The idea was to wait at least two weeks, make sure he thinks he will not see you again and the coincidentally run into him in his favourite restaurant.

“He’s quick to get to work, sure he isn’t going to fuck you and then never talk to you again?” Wanda had asked the moment you started talking about the previous evening. Her concerns were understandable after all her money was on the line.

“You should’ve seen his face, he looked so desperate, and I know men, I know this could happen but you gotta stay positive,” in reality you did fear this scenario however constantly thinking about it would not help your case in any way, so you chose to ignore it. Wanda didn’t seem to think so.

“Are not scared he’s going to find you?” she raised a brow, the man was a criminal with countless means to find the people he wanted.

“I’m sure he could, though he has only my first name and thinks I’m an art major,” you explained proudly, Wanda however wasn’t as convinced, “then what if he finds out you’re lying?” she continued.

“He won’t! I ain’t stupid,” you rolled your eyes, yes you played with fire lying to a mob boss still you only had to hold the lie up for a few months and you felt safer.

“Never said you were but neither is he,” her voice had an edge to it, then aside from the bet she did not want you to get hurt. She took a deep breath, knowing there was no arguing with you.

A part of her wanted to quit the conversation but she was too curious for her own good, “what’s step two then…?” She asked slowly while keeping an eye on the entrance. For one if any customer came in and for the if a special person walked inside.

“His favourite restaurant, it’s next to a café. I will watch for a while, see if he enters and once, he does go in, act as if I want to reserve a table. Also, I can use that time to write more job applications,” you said with a proud smile as you wiped a table clean.

“Still no luck?” The red head changed topics, she knew how hard it was to get out. While working on her degree she wanted to do an internship, either they weren’t interested or didn’t even bother answering.

“Nope, I don’t know even know why? I thought they needed people, I thought I would be of use but surprise…,” you let your head fall down for a short moment, all that money for nothing.

Wanda had studied literature with a special interest in writing books and their distribution. Her biggest problem were that there weren’t many companies offering an internship and if they did then there were dozens of applicants.

While she was an outstanding student, she didn’t have any connections and in a world like this you needed them. This problem pushed her into the same situation you were in.

No experience, no one giving her a chance and working in a restaurant that underpaid her. At least she had the chance to do an internship, you didn’t even have time because somehow you had to pay for everything, and internships weren’t known for paying you. If they did then it was not enough to survive.

“What if you used Barnes as an opportunity?” She suggested, it wasn’t a stupid idea per se, but it would make you depend on him.

“So, he can hold it over my head and control me? Not happening, I’m using him to have some fun in this depressing world,” you countered. To be quite honest, it made you sad how everything turned out.

You weren’t one to plan every little detail, but you had your life planned out, go to university and work your ass off to afford a comfortable life. It was the only thing you were sure off, the only thing that was certain and now here you were doing a job you didn’t even need a degree for.

Thankfully some guests came in, that way you could at least stop thinking about the horrible parts at the moment.

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Two weeks went by in a blast, you tried to stay busy. Of course, there was work but once you came home time was moving too slowly.

What would help against that? Exactly rearranging your entire flat. That way you found things you’d never even know you had or just forget and luckily a certain dress that would fit your upcoming date.

The day finally came, you sat in the café oppisite of the ‘Avengers’ reading through job openings and writing cover letters.

From time to time, you looked up to see if he was already there. It was Monday after all, you had listened around in order to find out if he had a certain day he would visit the restaurant, and you were not disappointed.

You had your hair open again, put lighter make up on and wore a scarlet-coloured dress with long sleeves that ended just above your thigh. A little jewlery and matching shoes – after all you wanted to look casual.

Just as you send out another application you spotted a certain brunette in a black suit matched with a dark red dress shirt. You smirked, the universe was sending you a sign.

You waited until he was inside before you packed your stuff together and walked across the street. Just like the first time you took a deep breath to brace yourself, then entered the high-end restaurant.

Inside it felt like you didn’t belong here, it was all so expensive and yet you liked it. A young woman greeted you at the entrance, instantly asking to help you – maybe she realised you didn’t have the money to really eat here?

“Hey, how are you? I wanted to make a reservation for my aunts birthday,” you told her with a sweet smile, pulling out your calendar to make yourself more believable.

“Sure! I do have to remind you that you have to reserve far in advance,” she said politely. At that you nodded, “got it, so her Birthday is the 12th of August, that would be a little more than a year, is that enough?”

While she scanned through the pages to see what was available you risked a glance around, you didn’t see him yet.

“Would you be alright with the 15th? It’s a Saturday at six o’clock?” she lifted her head to make sure it was alright. “Perfect! Could you also make something little special to surprise her?” You continued to make sure the conversation went on for as long as possible.

Then suddenly a hand touched your arm, “it’s you again,” a deep voice said next to you, sending a shiver down your spine. The moment was here. Turning your eyes met with Bucky’s.

Up close he looked even more handsome than from your place at the café. Your lips spread in a grin, “and it’s you again,” mirroring his words. The reservation forgotten.

Bucky didn’t expect to see you again, a part of him believed into destiny but you, here? It made him rethink everything and he surly wouldn’t let you go again.

“You’re having dinner with me,” he decided and grasped your hand, pulling you with him before you could protest. “You’re just deciding that?” you questioned once he guided you to sit next to him.

“I’m not letting you leave again,” he just said to which you chuckled, “you have no trust in the universe,” you repeated your words from a few weeks ago.

“Doll, you’re here, aren’t you?” Bucky smirked at you, hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Then what’s your plan Barnes? Wine and dine me before sleeping with me?” you raised your brows, this was exactly what he probably wanted to happen – spoiler it wouldn’t.

“It won’t be that easy, I should make you work for it,” he argued, looking at you with those blue eyes. It was too easy to get lost in them, ignore everything he was saying and only stare at them.

Some of his words went over your head, you couldn’t even form an answer that made sense and Bucky knew it, he saw it in your features.

“Don’t tell me you’re already smitten with me,” he chuckled while laying his arm on the back of the booth. You blinked at him, trying to find some words, “I’m not,” you told him in the end.

Though your words weren’t filled with confidence, Bucky didn’t say anything else instead he just poured you a glass of wine. Then held the menu out to you which you hesitantly took from him.

You knew this restaurant was expensive, but those prices made you want to throw up. Yes, part of your plan was to take advantage of Bucky’s money but actually doing it? It felt wrong.

“I can’t, Bucky this is too expensive,” you said, pushing the menu back in his hands. Deciding you didn’t need to eat with him to fulfill your plan.

Bucky however didn’t agree with that, he ignored you and called the waitress over. “What’s your favourite?” he asked, pointing to the woman standing above you, “the pasta, please,” you answered, still picking something that was relatively cheap – cheap being twenty dollar.

He ordered an Argentine filet steak, one of the most expensive things which had you swallowing. Then gave you a look, “the pasta, really?” cracking a small smile.

“Pasta is my favourite food of all,” it was a lie, it was a great meal but only being able to afford noodles made them unlikable at times.

“You know every other girl would’ve sprung at the opportunity to take my money,” he revealed, he found it a nice change of pace that for once a woman wasn’t just with him for his money.

“Well, there’s still time,” you catched yourself again, playing with your glass. Talking to him was easy and hard at the same time. You didn’t know what to say, maybe the small talk would bore him? Yet at the same time this was what you were supposed to do.

“Tell me about your degree,” he beat you to it. Now you had to come up with something and not get caught. “I study in New York, in my fifth semester and my focus is on abstract art,” you explained, hoping he wasn’t planning on asking for details.

“What did you do before?” his question caught you off guard, “what?” you asked in confusion. “You’re old enough to drink which means you’re at least twenty-one and fifth semester means you already study for at least two years, finishing high school with eighteen leaves a gap,” was this man a spy?

“Oh, yeah I’m twenty-three and switched universities,” you swallowed again, he almost caught you and now you had to remember telling him your twenty-three for the next few month.

Bucky didn’t seem to mind how ‘young’ you were but if you remembered correctly, he was just a little over thirty. He nodded at your words, not seeming to judge you.

“Not everyone has a linear path, some need to find other ways and life is no marathon,” it sounded like he knew what he was talking about. If your words were true, you would probably feel a sense of comfort.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you nodded looking into his blue eyes again, he was so close, would he kiss you again? God, you prayed he would, his mouth was like a drug.

For the first time you were able to scan his features properly, his light stubble and soft lips. His skin had light scars just above his eyebrow, you wondered where he got them from.

“You’re so pretty,” you whispered out of nowhere, it just slipped from your lips. “Thank you doll, but I’m no match against you,” he countered, hand coming to rest on your thigh.

Without thinking you pressed your lips to his, hands wrapping around his neck. It caught Bucky by surprise, but he wasn’t objecting, no he pushed against you. Tongue licking along your bottom lip before pushing inside your mouth.

God, this was a dangerous game you were playing because if you didn’t stop soon, you would let him bend you over the table.

Against your believes Bucky was the one to pull away first, breathing heavily and once he saw your disappointed expression he playfully pouted, “don’t be sad doll, I will worship you like you deserve…just not here.”

“Why, no one will see,” you whined trying to catch his lips in a kiss again, now you were just as desperate as he had been. “They will see me bending you over the table and fucking you stupid.”

[wolfchans]

250517 © Shuyichnyia

[hwaslayer]

birthday behavior ✨ (at work lol)

[cheonstapes]

hi! i absolutely love your spider-barbie x miguel fic! could you pls do a miguel x fashion reader who loves wearing pretty dresses and skirts but he gets a little possessive and then other stuff ensues..

miguel o'hara stars in... 'MY DRESS UP DARLING' ♡(>ᴗ•)

a/n~ this request is so cute omg i always wanted to be a fashion designer so i kinda channelled that. i was thinking of valdrin sahiti's dresses the whole time, also POSSESSIVE MIGUELL AHHH!! enjoy my lovely 💗💗💗💗

summary; miguel loves it when you dress up, only for him though. no one else.

wc; 1.6k+

pairings; husband!miguel o'hara x wife!fashion designer!reader

cw; SMUT!!, voyeurism, breeding kink, possessive behaviour, fingering, meanish-soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader p in v, tit slapping like once, a guy watches you two fuck, is dirty (￣▽￣*)ゞ, nawt proofread - this took me like 2 days to write m a busy girlie

you were just so gorgeous. ever since you and miguel started living together you completely took over the space in your shared closet with the most beautiful pieces of clothes he’s ever laid eyes on, eventually leading to miguel spending a whole week making you your own walk-in closet. he took you out shopping after that, since you had all this new space - why not fill it with even more clothes?

typically, you liked to design your own. dresses of all shapes and sizes, skirts too, but miguel loved spoiling you too much - besides, he loves it when you dress up for him. he booked you a private fitting in one of the top boutiques in nueva york, you would talk his ear off about how badly you wanted a dress from them, sending him pics of all the new pieces they’d put out. what’s better than spending quality time with his baby?

when you two arrived at the boutique, you were greeted by a young man. he was handsome, not as handsome as your husband, but still handsome. he smiled brightly at you whilst handing you a glass of champagne before turning to miguel and doing the same. “good afternoon mrs. o’hara, mr. o’hara. we’ll sure to make this the most memorable experience for you, seeing as your husband booked the most expensive service we offer. but a beautiful lady like yourself deserves the best, regardless.” the little fucker winked at you. miguel was slowly starting to regret coming here, seeing you blush faintly from the compliment made his blood boil.

the man attempted to put his hand in yours, trying to guide you to the fitting rooms - did he want to get fucked up? miguel let out a low growl, wrapping an arm around your waist a pulling you close to him. “well? lead the way then.” 

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for the most part, miguel was enjoying watching you dress up so prettily. everything fit you like a glove, all of the dresses chosen specifically from your instagram collections and your pinterest boards. adjusting himself, he eyed you hungrily. this dress was just perfect. it looked so similar to your wedding dress, you looked so beautiful in it - even more so when he fucked you in that same night. he had picked this dress out for you specifically and he was secretly crossing his fingers in hopes that you liked it, and like it you did. but someone else liked it too, a bit too much.

the shop assistant stood at the side of the platform, gawking at you. obviously, miguel knew his wife was a whole goddess, too good for this world - but this guy was staring so shamelessly at you. he couldn’t allow that, nuh uh. “d’you like the dress, my love? i picked it out for you, knew you’d look so sexy in it.” miguel stands behind you now, large hands caressing your hips as he presses himself against you. he whispered into your ear but it was 100% loud enough for the assistant to hear, seeing as his face started to turn a deep red at the pda.

this only fuelled miguel to go even further, lip’s latching onto your sensitive neck, sucking on the skin. one of his hands moves up the dress, skimming the fat of your exposed cleavage before pushing under the fabric to grope your tit, thumb rubbing teasing circles over your pert nipples. “this dress was made for you, doll, no one could wear it like you do.” he spun you around, both hands gripping onto your ass. his hard cock presses into your stomach, your hand coming up to his chest, pure embarrassment on your face. “h-honey,” you had to get on your tip-toes to whisper to your behemoth of a husband, holding onto his shoulders. “what are you doing? can’t you wait till we get home, baby?” 

he smiled, brushing his hand along the side of your face. “how else am i gonna teach that little perv a lesson if we’re at home, hm? look at him, love. he’s probably gonna get off to this later.” you would think the guy isn’t even there with the way that miguel completely disregarded his presence, talking about him so openly like he wasn’t even there. but miguel didn’t give a fuck, patting your ass to get you to jump onto him, wrapping your legs tightly around his thin waist.

he sat down on the sofa in front of the mirror, deftly hiking up the dress to bunch up just above your plump ass, palming his hands over the skin. giving the assistant a view to remember, he pushed your thong to the side, creamy strings of arousal cling onto the fabric. you were wet, so wet - your sexy husband was feeling you up, what else could you do? “mírate, empadada para mí. you’re such a dirty girl, eh love? or is it that you like being watched?” three fingers plunged into you, he moved them teasingly slow, pressing them up against the most sensitive spots - curling them, moving faster and faster until he feels you clench around his thick fingers. 

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” he slows his fingers down to a gentle grind, thumb flicking your swollen clit. your soft whines and whimpers were just too cute, he can see the guy’s hard-on - his shaky hands dipping under the waistband of his slacks. “mmh - y-yeahhh, feels so g-good.” your hips were moving so salaciously against his hands, the urge to give in to you was becoming harder to resist for miguel. but he had to make sure that idiot learnt not to fuck with what’s his. he pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt, licking your essence of his fingers before lifting you up and turning you around in his lap, your pussy exposed for the assistant to see.

“baby, what’re you-“ you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and the wet slap of your husband’s tip against his toned stomach. he places a hand on your lower back, arching it whilst the other comes to pull the front of your dress down - perky tits spilling out of the lacy front. “lift your hips for me, love.” he slips his thick cock under, smacking his tip against your clit, pre smearing all over it. “fuck, honey, please i need you.”  of course, he could never say no to you. 

he pushed himself inside of you, pulling you back down. keeping a fast pace, the wet sounds of your ass meeting his hips reverberated throughout the room, one of his hands groping your tits. “you like that, baby? you - fuck - you like getting fucked like the little slut you are, moanin’ my name like that.” drool was slipping out of your mouth, running down your chest. all you could let out were garbled whimpers and moans, your smaller hands gripping his arms as he used you like a fleshlight.

the assistants hand was moving rapidly under his slacks, his eyes trained on the sight of miguel’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. you lost all feelings of embarrassment long ago, your shaky hands rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit. miguel cursed under his breath, his own voice slightly shaken, his large hand splayed against your stomach. the outline of his cock pressed against his hand, he was so, so deep in you. “shit…would you look at that.” he ran his thumb over the outline of his tip, hips stuttering as a jolt of pleasure racked both of your bodies. 

“god, fuck - ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy up. you always wanted me to knock you up, right love?” he smacks your tit, the flesh jiggling in his palms as he quickens his thrusts. “see my girls swollen with milk, this beautiful belly of yours all heavy with our babies. everyone will know you’re mine, ‘m never letting you go - i’ll fuck as many babies as i have to in this tight cunt to make you remember that.”

your thighs trembled at his words, fingers on your clit sloppy as you clench tightly around him, a broken whine of his name leaving your lips. squirting all over the sofa, his cock almost pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm. the faint whimper from the corner tells you both the assistant finished too, his arm draped along his face. miguel was so close, pushing his cock as deep as it could go, forcing more liquid out of your quivering cunt.

“thaaat’s it, baby, you’re so gorgeous when you cum. f-fuck - take it, fucking take all of my cum.” his hips push against you two, three more times before he spills his load inside, the thick, creamy liquid seeping out and pooling at the base of his cock. he ruts against you slowly, pushing his cum back into you - pressing kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. “you did so good for me, i love you so much.” you smiled deliriously, pressing a deep kiss on his spit soaked lips. “mmm, i love you too, honey.”

his gaze then locks onto the assistant, eyes narrowed and demanding. he hold you tightly against him, hand caressing your ass lovingly. “you. ring up all of this shit, she’ll keep this one on.” he nods frantically, tripping over himself as he grabs all the dresses on the racks. “one more thing,”

“when you’re done, do me a favour and quit. i don’t wanna see you here again.”

“miguel!”

- mírate, empadada para mí. - look at you, so wet for me

-come into my mouth, come into my mouth in the name of the lord

[spookyclookykinz]

❤️ merry christmas!! 💚

[luvuomi]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓.

゛star-crossed lovers. they, who shall defy the stars ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

“love can be just as fickle as fate itself my child. but some day, you may very well come across a wrinkle amongst this finely woven tapestry that is your fate. it won’t be something you notice at first, and you will simply carry on with your days as usual — perhaps they’ll feel a little brighter. the moon always does appear more luminous when it’s accompanied by the stars after all. but when you do take notice of that wrinkle, that loose thread, i wonder … will you sever it as though it were nothing but a flaw in the fate’s design? or will you unthread your tapestry and weave a new one from that single thread?”

ah … i think i finally understand what you meant by those words now, master. to be honest.. i was scared. fate has never been a kind friend to me and so out of fear, i wanted to sever it—sever this. but now that i’m standing here in his arms, melting from this kiss and how it deepens ever so slightly, not with urgency but reverence, each soft press of his lips a whispered oath … i won’t just weave us a new tapestry, i’ll weave our entire future together.

i can no longer imagine a world in which this precious star of mine burns out. i love him — unbearably and so very, very tenderly.

🎨 →⠀﹐⠀╱⠀that wonderful illustration you see above there was created by the lovely artist Pengu1nHero on vgen!! aaaa honestly they equally surprised me with informing me these piece was finished🥹staring at it has me kicking and giggling my feet along with making my heart flutter ?? TYSM ONCE AGAIN TO THE ARTIST GO CHECK THEM OUT AND SUPPORT <3

[maxtism]

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

@lyra-kane

HAPPY BIRTHDAAYYYY TO MY BEAUTIFUL MOON!! THIS IS AN EXTREMELY OVERDUE BIRTHDAY PRESENT THOUGH I HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY IT JUST AS MUCH (i am deeply sorry for the long wait, it’s been well over a month and I appreciate your kindness and patience so much <333) 🩷💘💖🥰😘😍💋 I HOPE THIS BRIGHTENS YOUR DAY AND PUTS A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND MORE 💖💖 I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A LOVELY AMAZINGGG BEAUTIFUL MOOT MWAH MWAH💋💋

title: moon’s birthday

pairing: moon x grayson hawthorne

Moon rolled over, face planting a giant pink plushie, how it had managed to get back on the bed she didn’t know. She could’ve sworn she threw it off last night whilst trying to get comfortable. She rubbed her eyes, grinning silently, at the snoring culprit who had most likely reinstated the teddy back onto the bed. Gigi Grayson slept as sound as a still as anything, as if she was completely paralysed.

Her hair fell in uneven waves all over her face, her limbs were sprawled out every which way and the sheets were all tangled over her. Moon’s smile widened, her best friend was adorable. She rubbed her eyes and let them adjust to the light spilling in from the window, as she the sleepover hangover hit her. Going to sleep late, laughing until your ribs burnt and lots of snacks was not a good morning combo but worth it for the fun, though Moon couldn’t remember if they’d actually done 1AM karaoke or she’d just dreamed it.

She heard a soft meow so she sat up a little as she felt the weight of the mattress shift ever so slightly at the appearance of the third person in the house. Well not really a person.

“Morning Katara,” she smiled to the bengal cat who had jumped onto the bed. Katara purred, nuzzling into her for comfort, her little head butting Moon’s arm a few times. Moon stroked her gently and once Katara was satisfied with her morning snuggle, she moved over to Gigi, prodding the sleeping girl with a paw.

“Gigi’s still asleep,” Moon explained softly to the cat.

Katara purred, affectionately rubbing her head against Gigi who only responded with a small snore. She flicked her eyes back to Moon and meowed again.

“I think she looks cute too,” she agreed, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling.

The cat purred a second time before curling back into Moon. Light tumbled in from the gap in the curtain, a golden waterfall over a section of the bed, which left Katara glowing with a golden halo. Something about having Katara on her lap was so calming for Moon this morning, the softness of her fur and warmth of her body breathing calmly against her own. It was soothing for all that she had on her mind.

“Can I tell you something?” Moon murmured, out of nowhere, for a moment questioning if the cat even knew what she was saying.

Katara looked up at her, big round blue eyes wide with curiosity and sense of understanding that urged Moon to continue.

“I miss my Gray,” she sighed, finally feeling a little freer of the weight that had been stifling her from the moment he’d left the doors.

Grayson was away on a business trip, a longer one at that. Three whole weeks without him. She could barely stand it at the start but now it just felt like some sort of eternal damnation, not getting to see him, hear him, be with him. It was torture. Her limbs ached for his touch, lips missed his sweetness and heart craved for the warmth he brought it. She felt too hollow now, too shell like. It was unnatural.

Her dreams were plagued with him, her thoughts infected too, every minute of every day she couldn’t help but imagine him. It was as if though her mind couldn’t rest, wouldn’t shut off. Contact between them had been so limited to, with the differing timezones it’d been so difficult to catch each other at the right times. Moon knew Grayson would never wake her at some ungodly hour to talk despite her telling him to and she would not do the same to him either. Besides even when they did manage to find a time, Grayson usually had a meeting of sorts. Though it agonised her each and every day, Moon didn’t want to make a fuss about missing him, she had so many wonderful people around her she felt she was being ungrateful to them. Still her heart continued to be tugged upon whenever he entered her head, which seemed to be constantly.

Katara nuzzled into her further, offering a silent comfort, as if she’d been able to read her every thought.

“You miss him too, huh?” Moon smiled, stroking her in between her ears.

She meowed in agreement. Though Grayson didn’t like to admit it, he had a soft spot for Katara.

“I wish he wasn’t far away,” she sighed aloud, feeling more liberated by each sentence she admitted aloud, getting all of the built up emotion off of her chest, like a ton of bricks had finally be taken away. But soon a twinge of guilt then hit her hard, ruining the relief, all of a sudden she wondered if this was selfish to think such things, let alone say them.

Katara stood up and padded towards Gigi for a second time, putting her nose against the sleeping girl’s. She pressed her head against Gigi a few times and when she didn’t stir, Katara began to lick her softly.

“Morning Katara,” Gigi mumbled into her pillow, still half asleep, “what do you think about polka dots?”

Moon laughed softly and Katara prodded Gigi’s head again.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting up,” she groaned, gently pushing her away.

Painfully slowly, Gigi sat up rubbing her eyes, her hair sticking in every direction all poofed up and slightly frizzy, probably from all of the tossing and turning she did.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” Moon giggled.

“Morning Moon,” Gigi grinned back, there was an audible beat, “oh my gosh Moon! Happy birthday!”

She beamed, as she was pulled into a tight hug, “thank you Gigi.”

“Wait,” Gigi froze, “no, no, no, I was meant to wake up before you, I set an alarm and everything!”

“I know,” Moon said dryly, “it woke me up an hour ago.”

“Gosh darn it! I always sleep through them,” she grumbled, ranking her fingers through her hair.

“It’s fine,” she smiled, putting a soft hand on her shoulder.

“No,” she groaned, “I was meant to be awake before you so I could get everything ready, I mean most of it is but I wanted breakfast to be done at least-“

“Gigi,” Moon said gently, “it’s fine.”

“But I had a plan,” she pouted, stroking Katara, “it was supposed to be the perfect day!”

“It is the perfect day, I’m here with you,” she said.

It was true, any day with Gigi felt like the perfect day. Gigi was that sparkly pocketful of sunshine that could make the saddest of people smile. Half of the time Moon was convinced she was actually hiding some sort of magic power.

“Oh Moon!” she grinned tackling her with a hug, “you’re the best.”

“Not possible because that’s you,” she replied, tapping the end of Gigi’s nose gently.

Gigi only squeezed her tighter, “want to get up?” she asked.

Moon nodded in reply shifting out of bed, Katara following the girls eagerly as they exited the room. As soon as she stepped foot out into the hallway Moon gasped upon looking at her surroundings, hanging from the ceiling were paper hearts in various shades of light pink, littered across the floor were baby pink balloons, some tied together with a ribbon and some left to freely wonder. She slowly walked through, taking in every particle of glitter, every circle of confetti, every moment of thought. A vase of tulips sat on the windowsill, their rosy colour stunning against the emerald of their stems and under it sat a homemade birthday banner reading ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOON!!’

“Gigi when did you do this?” she whispered, recalling how the two of them had stayed up for hours the night before, trying to calculate how Gigi had even found the time.

“Last night,” she replied, as they came to a stop in the kitchen, also widely decorated in pink embellishments.

“But we fell asleep at 2am,” Moon said.

“Correction, you fell asleep at 2am,” she grinned, rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes again.

“You stayed up to do all of this,” Moon murmured in awe, taking in every last morsel of her surroundings.

“It’s your birthday,” Gigi laughed, “of course I did.”

“Thank you Gigi,” she wrapped her arms tightly around her, “thank you so so much!”

“I take no credit for the cake,” she said, gesturing to the table, “obviously.”

Mina laughed remembering the last time Gigi had made a cake for Grayson’s birthday. She’d gotten batter everywhere by accident, broken the oven, then whilst trying to fix the broken oven slipped in the batter she’d gotten everywhere and ended up in the hospital with a broken ankle and after all that the cake tasted horrible because she’d used salt instead of sugar by accident.

“But Savannah made it, as Libby’s on her babymoon with Nash,” Gigi explained.

On the table sat the most gorgeous cake Moon had ever seen in her life. It was in the shape of a heart and a pale pink with ‘happy birthday’ written in cursive frosting with an expert hand. There were excellently piped ruffles and borders with the subtlest hint of sparkle.

“She says happy birthday by the way,” Gigi added.

Savannah left for a basketball tournament the night before and had apologised profusely for not being able to drop out but Moon completely understood. Being at the level Savannah was at, Moon didn’t want her to drop out at all, she knew how important her games were.

“I’ll thank her later,” Moon smiled gratefully.

“I’m thinking breakfast,” Gigi proposed, “and then the day of surprise begins.”

“Day of surprise,” she raised her eyebrows, “now why does that scare me?”

She gasped putting a hand to her chest melodramatically, “you wound me!”

Moon giggled, “I’m excited, you know it.”

“Good, now breakfast,” Gigi said, rushing into the kitchen.

Katara meowed loudly, hot on her heels.

“For us all,” she rolled her eyes, petting the cat.

***

After breakfast, Gigi stopped off at her first ‘surprise’ of the day. Moon could barely contain her excitement when they pulled up to a bookstore, which pretty much was the equivalent of heaven. The two spent hours browsing, staring at pretty covers and all of the special editions, pointing at books they’d read or had but were still stuck on their everlasting ‘to be read’ lists and also showing one another the ones they wanted.

“Okay you go first,” Gigi said, excited they’d finally gotten around to one of her favourite bookshop games: finding the best book boyfriend.

“Once upon a broken heart series, Jacks,” Moon replied effortlessly, picking up a copy of the book from the table beside her to use as a prop.

“Oh 100%,“ she agreed with a wide smile, “okay, my turn…” she paused for a long while, “…Cyrus from this woven kingdom.”

“Yes please!” Moon nodded in agreement, “okay back to me, let me think… ooo I know, Aaron Warner.”

Gigi didn’t reply but her nose wrinkled ever so slightly. If you’d had blinked you may have even missed it.

Moon stood still, freezing in shock, “what, you disagree?!”

“I will forever be a Kenji Kishimoto girl,” she insisted, placing a hand on her heart solemnly.

“Over Warner,” she deadpanned, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Of course,” Gigi replied, as if it were a silly question.

“You’re crazy,” Moon laughed shaking her head, eyes roaming over the Shatter Me display.

“Puh-lease,” she replied, putting her hand up, “I don’t want some moody, rich, slightly stalkerish man, I want someone funny and bold and flirty.”

“Warner is not stalkerish,” she grumbled, folding her arms.

“He used to watch Juliette on the camera in that prison cell,” Gigi sang, suddenly very amused.

“No it wasn’t like that,” Moon defended quickly, “you’re just making it sound weird.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, unconvinced entirely.

She sighed, “Kenji literally offended Nazeera when they first met.”

“At least he didn’t keep her locked in a room,” she countered.

“That was different,” Moon retorted, not really sure how else to fight Warner’s case.

“Was not!” she exclaimed.

“Was to!” she replied, sticking her tongue out playfully.

“Fine, I can understand the Warner hype,” Gigi admitted slowly, “but I will never love him more than Kenji.”

“I guess we can still be friends then,” Moon teased.

“Don’t be silly, you could never get rid of me anyway, you’re stuck for life,” she grinned, that glint of dangerous mischief twinkling in her ocean eyes as she slung an arm around Moon’s neck.

“Oh no,” she joked, feigning a look of fear.

“Hey!” she giggled, “…so have you picked anything about yet?”

“Well I’ve been desperate to get my hand on the Lunar Chronicles, I’ve heard good things,” Moon said.

“Then let’s get them and anything else you see on the way,” Gigi said, “and before you try anything, I’m paying. It’s your birthday and I’m not taking no for an answer!”

***

Gigi did not take no for an answer and after buying Moon her birthday books, despite Moon’s protesting and reluctance, the two had decided to head back home.

“I had the best day Gigi,” Moon smiled, her head in her best friend’s lap.

The two had been shattered after all of the excessive book shopping and were ready to spend the rest of the day opening gifts and just simply spending time in each other’s company.

“You did?” she beamed, “I’m glad.”

“It really was perfect,” she hummed gratefully, “thank you,”

They fell into a comfortable silence as Gigi played with Moon’s hair, twisting it in various ways, braiding and unbraiding. The succinct rhythm so methodical and calming. But as lovely as it was, Moon’s heart suddenly ached, remembering how Grayson would often do this for her as well, after a long day.

“Do you miss him?” Gigi murmured, her best friend senses obviously heightened.

Moon didn’t need to ask who ‘him’ was.

“Of course,” she breathed.

“It sucks he wasn’t here,” she said sympathetically, her movement becoming a lot softer all of a sudden.

“I know,” she sighed, “I haven’t even heard from him.”

“Time zones I guess,” Gigi said.

“They suck too,” Moon replied.

“Absolutely,” she agreed, “but it’s okay, don’t you guys have something planned for when he gets back?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “he felt so guilty for missing it.”

It pained her remembering the look on his face when he told her he’d be away, all the apologetic kisses and gestures he’d provided before and all the promises he’d made for after. It must be killing him inside, he’s never missed one of her birthdays in all the years they’d been together.

“I’m sure he’s thinking of you,” Gigi said thoughtfully.

Moon smiled wistfully, imagining him thinking of her like she thought of him, “I hope so.”

“He is, I just know it,” she nodded, “cake?”

“Well it would be rude to say no,” she smiled, glad of the change in subject.

Gig had always had a knack for knowing exactly the right time to move the conversation, it was like she could read everyone so perfectly and yet still make a seamless and unobvious transition when necessary. It was an art.

“Agreed, entirely,” Gigi laughed, rushing out to grab the birthday cake, “oh wait we have to do candles and the song,” she added as she came back in.

“We do not,” Moon replied, biting back her smile.

Gigi put the cake down very carefully and lit the candles, grinning at the way. If Grayson were here he wouldn’t have let her within a five mile radius of the lighter. Then she sang the classic uneven happy birthday tune, with Katara in her arms, moving her little paws in time with the beat. Katara was not impressed and for the first time ever hissed at Gigi. Moon laughed at the scrunched up face of the poor cat as the song came to an end and when Katara was finally released, she came to find refuge in Moon’s arms instead.

“Betrayal!” Gigi gasped at Katara who gave her a deadpanned look as if to say ‘that’s what you get’.

“Maybe dance just isn’t her thing,” Moon said.

“But she was practically born to be a cat ballerina, a caterina,” she replied, “that’s nearly her name, Katara, caterina, I mean come on!”

If cats could scowl Katara would be scowling. Instead, she was very intently staring at Gigi from Moons lap, her wide eyes pinned to her new-found enemy with a bold ferocity.

Moon shook her head laughing and she sliced her cake and dished it up on their fanciest plates. The girls clinked their forks together in a ‘cheers’ and each tasted it. Moon took her first bite and she was sure a drop of heaven was dancing on her tongue, the perfect sweet blend of flavours, but still light and fluffy. The girls fell into a silence of worship for the cake, indulging in every delicate mouthful and Gigi managed to coax Katara back into loving her by letting her lick some frosting.

“What do want to do now?” Gigi asked her, once the two were finished.

“Movie?” Moon suggested

“Movie,” she nodded in agreement.

Together they walked into the bedroom to pick out something to watch however when they entered the room they came to an immediate standstill. Upon the bed lay two gorgeous ballgowns. One was a deep red, like sweet dark wine, a simple chique look with expensive fabric and miniature red jewels glistening to silhouette the neck line. The other was a stark navy with a menagerie of pearls crawling up from the bottom of the skirt thinning out into nothing at all when they hit the corset bodice. They were each labelled with their names, the stunning red dress addressed to Moon. She ran her fingertips over the fabric, her breath catching in her throat. It was stunning, so silky and smooth and delicate. Her dream ballgown. She immediately looked towards Gigi in thanks.

“Don’t look at me,” she shrugged, “my brother works in mysterious ways.”

She nodded towards the handwriting on the letter. Moon glanced down, it was unmistakably Grayson’s soft cursive.

‘have a ball tonight and I promise you as many dances as there are stars in the sky when I get back’

“Grayson,” Moon smiled, a warmth spreading across her chest and all through her body, blossoming the purest of love it every crevice of her being.

She read it over and over until she’d memorised each stroke of the pen and each stitch of the dress she’d been gifted. It almost felt like a part of him was here right now. She imagined him standing behind her, his chest pressed up against her back, whispering something smooth and adoring in her ear

“I can’t believe he left us these, they’re so beautiful,” she paused taking a sharp breath in at her sheer awe of the dress, “…does this mean we’re going dancing?”

Gigi nodded vigorously, “the question is where should we go dancing?”

Moon pursed her lips and mentally went through a list of places she could go, “I don’t know.”

Gigi also paused for thought and for a long while they were settled in a silence until, “what about by the lake, it’s gorgeous when it’s moonlit.”

“Oh it’s perfect,” she beamed, “absolutely perfect!”

The girls quickly got into their dresses, night falling fast. It was as if their gifts had been tailored especially to fit them, pulling in and puffing out at all the right places. Grayson knew Moon too well, the deep red accentuated all of her features perfectly, making her gorgeous eyes pop and hair radiate an otherworldly sort of beauty and the style of the dress clung to her figure in all the right places.

They were quick to make their way down to the lake, intoxicated in their own excitement, neither could stop laughing. Once bathed in the moonlight that bounced off of the crystal lake, the two girls joined hands and began to dance. Twirl after twirl, step after step, until the seconds bled into minutes and the minutes bled into hours, until their feet were so sore they’d gone numb. Mid-spin of what felt like their fiftieth dance, something pale and pink caught in the corner of Moon’s eye and she slowly came to a stand still.

She peered down, “what’s that?”

Gigi only smiled, not saying anything specific but her eyes sparkling very suspiciously.

“Gigi, did you do this?” Moon asked.

“Just follow it,” she replied cryptically, not giving anything away on her face.

Moon glanced at her curiously, wondering silently if this was some sort of reverse heist Gigi was pulling as she often did, before trusting the process taking the pink ribbon between her fingertips and following the trail. It looked as through it never ended as it lead her through the starlit park, around the trees and past the lake they’d danced beside. Though when it finally did seem to stop for a moment, the ribbon ended up outside an apartment building. Moon glanced back a Gigi who gave her a soft nod to tell her to keep going. Hesitantly, she pushed open the door, the cool metal of the handle ice beneath her hand. She glanced upwards, the stream of pink still trailing up the stairs yet it had changed a little, every few inches, something rectangular sat upon it. As she got closer Moon realised that these were polaroid photographs, but not just any polaroids, ones of her and Grayson.

All the special moments, strung together. Like their first date, first dance, anniversaries, birthdays, christmases, events and business functions they’d attended together, new year’s eve kisses and their beach days, rainy walks through forests, stargazing on a picnic blanket. It was all there.

Moon’s heart throbbed as a wave of emotion drowned her, rendering her body defenceless, her lungs breathless and her voice speechless. All these sweet moments with Grayson were ever sweeter still when she was transported back to each and every setting just by looking at the picture. The way he smelt, what he was wearing, the dimples the curved in the side of his cheek, the melody of his laugh.

“Thought I’d add a bit of Grayson to your day,” she murmured over Moon’s shoulder, enjoying watching her best friend take everything in.

“Gigi,” she breathed, tears glistening in her wide eyes, “Gigi I’m speechless, this is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“Well it’s not over yet, keep following the ribbon!”

Moon laughed, a few drops of joy spilling from her eyes. She kept hold on the ribbon as her fingertips blinded across it, following the trail, Gigi close behind. Finally it ended at the door of an apartment. Slowly she let herself in, cautiously peering around the door. It was empty, almost like a studio space with long glad windows that let the moonlight stream through them. Confused, she walked up to one of them, letting her finger briefly hover over the glass when she heard another person behind her and she knew it wasn’t Gigi. She turned around and her breath was stolen, so was her ability to formulate coherent sentences, or think logical thoughts.

There stood Grayson Hawthorne. Bathed in moonlight he looked like some sort of ethereal greek god, blonde waves glistening, gray eyes shining. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful he was with all this time away. Moon’s eyes just couldn’t seem to tear themselves away from the man in front of her and she stood deathly still, paralysed in her own shock.

“Surprise,” he smiled, a dazzling smile at that, that flashed his white teeth and encouraged his dimple to show.

Before her mind even process what she was doing, her legs were bolting towards him. She flung herself into his arms and he caught her effortlessly, gracefully twirling her around in the air, like every disney prince did to their princess. Her eyes darted every which way, taking him all in as he clung to her tightly.

“Grayson, oh my, what, when, how?” she managed to sputter, the only words she could unscramble from the mess of questions and emotions in her brain.

“It was Gigi’s idea,” he breathed in explanation, setting her down softly, his hands still lingering on her waist as if he was afraid to let her go.

She looked back over her shoulder but Gigi was already gone, “of course it was,” she said, eyes brimming with tears once again, “that beautiful girl.”

“Speaking of beautiful girls,” he smiled, “I think I owe one a birthday kiss.”

“Oh yeah,” Moon grinned, raising an eyebrow, “who’s that then?”

“I wonder,” he smiled, their foreheads pressed to one another, noses touching.

His hands tightened a little around her waist and wrapped around the small of her back, his fingers were warm and comforting. Everything felt in place and Moon finally felt home again. She really didn’t realise quite how much she longed for this until she was experiencing this moment. Every craving for his touch, voice, breath, body, matter all of it was finally indulged into. Moon couldn’t quite name the feelings bubbling in her chest, something between euphoria and passion and love. She glanced up at him, their eyes connecting with that magnetising power they’d always seemed to share. She needed this. He needed this.

“God I missed you,” he murmured, voice suddenly rough and ragged, that raw desperation he didn’t often reveal presenting itself, uninvited.

Moon’s smile widened as she looped her arms around his neck, “not half as much as I missed you.”

“You’re a bad liar with such sweet lips,” he whispered, kissing her gently.

The kiss sent a spiral of warmth from the back of her neck to the base of her spine, as if she was being pricked by a thousand needles but feeling no pain at all. She could feel the fast pace of Grayson’s heart against her own chest as his hands clambered up her body.

“That was very Shakespearean,” she giggled, against his mouth, “are you channelling your inner Romeo?”

“Only if you’ll be my Juliet,” Grayson said, ever the poet.

Moon traced her index finger lightly up and down the back of his neck, knowing what it’d do to him, “gladly,” she mumbled.

“Only without the ending,” he clarified quickly, leaning further into her touch.

“Naturally,” she laughed, tilting her head back ever so slightly.

Without warning, he softly pressed his lips to hers again, stealing the last of her laugh in his own lips, a strong hand deep within her hair cupping the back of her head tenderly. She pressed onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, somehow pulling his body even closer into her own.

“I didn’t stop thinking about you,” he breathed, “every second of every day you were the only thing running through my mind.”

“How funny,” she mused, “it was exactly the same for me, what a pair we are.”

“A pair indeed,” he grinned, unable to restrain his urge to kiss her any longer like some sort of deranged animal.

For the third time now, he carved his name into her beating heart and sealing the deed with his mellow lips. Moon’s whole body tingled this time, as if mini sparklers had been placed inside of her bones and had been suddenly ignited all at once.

“You look so gorgeous, love,” he said, so gently she wondered how she didn’t melt right there and then in his hold.

“Well you picked the dress,” she shrugged, as his hand trailed up the material until they cupped her face.

“I wasn’t talking about the dress,” Grayson murmured, “but now you mention it, I have excellent taste.”

“Well you picked me so you must,” she winked in reply.

“Any blind, drunk, idiotic man would have the brains to pick you, it’d be a crime not to with those eyes and-“

“Oh stop that,” she said, rosy-cheeked and warm, trying to suppress her smile.

He raised an eyebrow as he often did when confused, “what?”

“Making me feel like this,” she replied quietly.

“Like this?”

He smoothly lifted her up into his armed and spun her around again, sending her heart soaring and her laugh echoing to the room, bouncing off walls and playing of repeat. It was music to Grayson’s ears, better than any violin composition he could ever manage.

“Yes, stop,” she grinned as he finally put her down.

He pulled her a few inches closer, “and why is that?”

“Because I say so,” she shrugged.

Grayson’s smile widened, flashing those dimples that made the butterflies in Moon’s stomach start doing dangerous acrobatics, “is that a threat?” He asked, voice silken.

She bit her bottom lip slightly, “maybe.”

Slowly he took one of her hands and guided it to his shoulder, then he pressed his flat against her back. Tenderly, he slipped his free hand into hers and raised it up, “dance with me,” he murmured.

It was neither a question nor a command.

“Always,” Moon smiled.

And they did. They danced as many dances as there were stars in the sky.

EEEEEKK I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED MOON 🤭🤭 AFTER ALL THAT WAITING IF I HAVENT DONE THIS FIC JUSTICE IM SO SORRY

BUT I’D JUST LIKE TO THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP AND SUPPORT WITH EVERYTHING 💖💖 YOU TRULY ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND I HOPE TO GIFT YOU SOMETHING EVEN BETTER NEXT YEAR THAT’S ACTUALLY ON TIME!! LOVE YOU <333

[melodi-jackson]

New moon 💕🌙 x ☁️💕 Aeolus

I need to let this ship grow. Anyone else wants to support?