#belly: 'babe we're dating'

[pickingupmymercedes]

My Mark - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Pure SMUT - NSFW

We're nearly at a 100 followers, which is insane to me, so here's a smut to celebrate

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities, jealousy, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie.

wordcount: +1k

a/n: There's close to no plot, like whatsoever, it's pure smut.

Also, wrap it before you tap it

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT.

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He was him, and you were…well, you.

You had always prided yourself on not being the jealous type, you had always trusted your relationships and to an extent, you trusted your own game. You weren’t a model, but you had learned how to feel good within your own skin, how you were the only one able to give yourself the confidence to be your best.

But you were dating the Lewis Hamilton, and as much as he would show you, time and time again, that the Sir was a persona detached from “Lew”, the guy that marveled at the simplest sight of normalcy, sometimes you’d feel the weight of sharing the slightest piece of him with the world.

And that particular evening, as you turned off your work computer and peeked at your phone you felt an anguishing burn in your belly as photos and videos of Lewis at Grace Wales Bonner showing at the Paris Fashion Show popped up from every social media. The white suit, the lack of undershirt, his stray braid, the way his thumb traced the corner of his lips, they were all mouthwatering things and mannerisms you’d gotten almost used to over the months of your relationship.

He was hot, God-like hot, you knew that, and you also knew people wanted him as much as you did, but while scrolling through the official photos one in particular made you smirk as you walked into your London apartment. A slight cut in his bottom lips, that could very well be seen as nothing, was the physical reminder of where your teeth had drawn blood amidst his vigorous thrusts the previous week.

So, you did the one thing you’d tell yourself over and over not to, packing your bags early, rescheduling all your commitments and rebooking your plane to Nice in two days to get to Paris in the early hours of the next morning.

As you got to his hotel room you saw the smirk on his face, his lazy posture with his arms spread across the bed and the covers only to his waist giving it away he had already been told you’d be arriving, a “bastard” muttered under your breath.

You undressed as you got to the bed and crawled onto the fluffy cover on his lap, leaving kisses all the way from his belly button to his neck, a lazy smile all across his face as he opened his bobba eyes. You kissed him like his lips were made just for you, your hunger to be his and to make him yours guiding your every move as he too felt the urgency and deepened the kiss.

“Why so needy, babe?” his lips leaving ghost like touches on your shoulders, his arms bringing you closer to his chest as he pulled you into his laid body. It didn’t take long for his hands to find your ass, for his touches to become firmer and for his lips to part as he let low murmurs of pleasure as you rocked onto his lap, his boxers and your lingerie the only barriers.

“You’re mine, Sir” your eyes delivering the message to him that he was now your main and only target, in a hunt you’d already won but needed to make it crystal clear. `

You took advantage of the brief moment he’d taken to register your affirmation to make your way back to his waist, hands slowly tracing all the muscles in his abs until your fingers got to the happy trail he hadn’t waxed in a while.

“Please, let’s not start something we’re not going to finish” A tug at your arms as he made you look up at him, his hands creating a makeshift ponytail with your hair and his eyes half glazed with lust already.

“I’m not one to leave things unfinished” a smirk displayed on your features before you turned your attention back to his body, palming his already rock-hard penis through the fabric of his boxers and getting his hips to jolt up as he hissed at how sensitive his member already was.

His breathing got shorter and the patches of precum got more noticeable the more you toyed with the hem of the fabric. His gaze fixed back on you when your fingers went up to his abs, a momentary break for him to catch his breath, not long enough though before you freed his angry and wet head, giving the slit a soft kiss before pulling his whole underwear down to reveal his penis in all its glory.

“You don’t get to do anything this time” Your hand pushing on his chest as he motioned to sit up and bring you to him. Siting back on your knees your hands started to spread the precum from his tip onto his length, pumping it with the sweetest smile you could muster while looking up at his desire-filled features, his grunts the only noise alongside the eventual pops your lips would make when you started to suck him, one of his hands softly going to your head as you worked your lips in unison with your hand on his member.

“Gosh, y/n, I’m gonna cum like that” And you could feel in how tense his lower abdomen felt and how raspy his voice sounded that he was really close.

“I want your seed in my pussy, I’m the only one that can have it” You whispered close to his lips as you straddled him, just mere seconds before your walls fully took his length, the sharp stretch that he still managed to give you, overwhelming all your awareness of time and space, his hiss and curses the only sounds you were able to hear. It took you a while to be able to move, his hands smoothing the skin on your waist as he breathed praises.

As he raised his upper body, to adjust the pillow under his head, his hips followed his movements and his tip slightly brush your g spot, earning a guttural moan from you, your sight sharply refocusing on his darkened eyes above you. He reached for your waist to bring you closer and this time you allowed him to stand up a bit, giving the first few rocks on his dicks as you clutched him by his shoulders.

The more you moved the harder it got for you to stop, getting lost in the pleasure, “oh shit” coming out of his mouth every few seconds as you felt his breathing getting shallow until his strong hand held you by the waist, holding you down as he tried to control himself, his eyes closed and inhaling sharply against your chest.

“You okay?!” His sudden need to stop caught you off guard and you held his face searching for any sight of pain or discomfort.

“Yeah… you’re just… you’re so hot” his now opened eyes admiring your features, his breathing coming back down.

“I’m close too” Your reassurance giving him the confidence to thrust his hips up, laying back on the pillows to watch at where you two connected and finding his away to your swollen clit, massaging it with his licked thumb as your movements got less coordinated.

Each time his penis entered your walls you could feel every millimeter of him, you felt full with each thrust and it wasn’t long before the desire went from just wanting him to needing to feel his touch everywhere you could. You reached for him and without questioning he took control, peppering the skin on your neck with sloppy kisses before flipping you to lay on your back still with his dick inside you.

He kissed your lips as softly as he could, a totally different demeanour to how deep and rough he fucked you, breaking the kiss every now and then to look at you with those sex hazy eyes you had grown so fond of.

As he got closer his thrusts got sharper and carried more force, he raised his body and rested his hands on either side of your waist, hitting a deeper spot that got you squirming, the skin-on-skin noise filling the air all around with your moans and his grunts.

It wasn’t long before you felt his thumb on your clit again, this time though he kept the pressure even when you bit on the skin of his shoulders, your walls clenching around him when your vision went white while he kept pounding, riding your high and also making sure every spill of his semen found its way to your cunt.

His last thrusts were always the hardest to take, the ones that would hit deeper and sharper, the one he had near to no control over as his instincts pushed him to stay as deep as he could, for as long as it took you both to come back down to earth. Always leaving kisses on any skin his lips made contact with, fingers tracing patterns and whispering sweet nothings on your ears.

“Hello to you too” His eyes now soft and filled with love, the darker pupils back to its normal size as he slipped out of you and collapsed by your side, pulling you to his chest soon after.

“Surprised?” your hands finding its favorite place to rest on his abs as you laughed at his dazzled stare at you.

“You make me a hot mess. I always have to hold back when you’re riding me” You gave him back a half smile half smirk, leaving a kiss to his chest as his fingers traced the skin on your arms.

“Guess I have a new favorite position then”

“What was that all about, by the way? I thought we were meeting in Monaco in two days” His attentive eyes now looking at you for answers.

“The mark on your lips from last week, it’s still there” You lift your head to look at his lips, the lust back in the gleaming of your eyes as he remembered the sting in how hard you had bitten on his lips.

“All of this, for a mark?” He chuckled, amused at how random some of your actions seemed to him.

“My mark. You’re mine, Lewis Hamilton” You pointed out, pulling his face to yours, finding his lips in the type of teeth and tongue kiss.

“Always…I’m all yours”.

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[narcissistshandler]

are you still making hobie fics 🙏

ps omg ur stuff is sooo delicious its crazy

req; please make a fic of hobie squirming from the reader's suggestive teasing/touch in a public place (diner, movie theater, school etc.) thanks so much !!!

𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔

pairing. hobie brown x gn reader

warnings. dry humping, frottage, cumming in pants, everything happens in public, reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned.

a/n. I don't think you guys have any idea how happy I always am with your compliments, I really hope you like this.

The chaotic, loud and fast symphony reverberated through your ears, the notes that sounded between a mix of rock and hard-hitting singing echoing through the speakers and filling the small local bar that was not much more than a joint where young people gathered to drink, listening to music and criticize the government — everything Hobie liked most, and that's why you had brought him here for a 'date'. Date. This wasn't exactly most people's idea of a date, but seeing the smile that never left Hobie's face as he jumped up and down and sang along to the familiar lyrics of the famous song the band covered, you knew this was exactly the ideal type of date for your boyfriend.

Everything was perfect. The band was a little out of tune, but that was ok, the stage presence made up for it. It was too crowded, and you could barely move without bumping into someone, but people were at least polite. Although, when Hobie was wearing the tightest leather pants, tall boots, and a fishnet top under the jacket that hid absolutely nothing, it was hard to pay much attention to anything else.

You gripped Hobie's hips, fingers against the cold leather hanging right over the protruding bones, tight enough to feel like a second skin. The set of belts purposely left a little loose over his pants and the silver of the thin strap around his neck reflecting under the lights. Hobie's body was warm, sweat running down the back of the neck under the black frizzy curls and you couldn't help but lean in and press your lips there, taking in the cold of the choker and the heat of his dark skin.

It was difficult to talk here and very easy to get lost in the small, lively crowd, which made it convenient for you to stay behind your boyfriend's body, holding him close to prevent you from separating —and from anyone getting the privileged view of Hobie's round ass.

Hobie chuckled, the bass of his laugh vibrating against your chest pressed against his back, otherwise it would have been difficult to notice. "Wanting to mark territory, huh?" he teased, turning his head a little to meet your gaze. The soft lights of the bar reflected in his leering gaze as he continued, "Not that I mind, but we're in public, babe."

You smiled playfully, fingers drawing circles on his hips. "I can't be blamed for wanting to keep the competition at bay. This privileged view is reserved for my eyes only."

Hobie opened his mouth and you leaned in even closer so you could hear what he was saying over the ferocious drums, "Well, in that case, I'm all yours. But let's not make it too obvious, or we might end up stealing the show."

“You’ve never complained about being the star of the show before,” you say, tone heavy with innuendo that precedes your hands inching up the sides of his hips, towards the toned stomach that ripples under your touch.

“Not when you're my only audience,” Hobie says back, but he doesn't pull away when your thumb traces his belly button piercing.

Although it was impossible to ignore the bodies pressing against you from all sides, elbows occasionally finding a target and feet stepping on each other, the atmosphere was dark enough that it was difficult to make out faces and between the euphoria, the alcohol and the music, you knew that something was missing for this date to be the best for Hobie, unforgettable. And he knew it too.

“I’ll still be in the front seat,” you said amused. Your fingers found the hem of his pants and Hobie's body shook, as if an electric shock had coursed through him. "Watching you, adoring you. No one else matters. What if someone sees? I'll still be the only one touching you."

Hobie turned his attention forward, seeming to look to see if anyone was paying attention. “I don’t know,” he said and you almost didn’t hear him, hand already flat against the front of Hobie’s pants. "[name]-" He tensed against you. You felt his erection through the leather, feeling the delicious heat of it radiating through the fabric. The contact made Hobie shudder.

Your lips pressed against his ear, wanting to make sure every word was heard:

"But you're already hard for me. You've been practically since we arrived. Don't think I haven't noticed you rubbing your ass against me."

Despite the stiffness in his shoulders from contact, there was still amusement and pride in his tone when he answered you, "I'm sure I wanted you to notice that last part."

"I'm sure you did, dirty boy."

The music pulses and the bass chords dance at the same time as your fingers run down the front of Hobie's pants, tracing the familiar outline of the member that presses against the leather. It felt like touching bare skin. "[name]," Hobie calls again, you don't hear the sound, you just read his full lips moving.

"Yes?" you ask, giving him a chance to stop you even if you don't stop touching him, rubbing the palm of your hand against him and pinching the tip between two fingers. Your other hand holds his hips, feeling the tension that ripples through the muscles. "Come on, Hobie, you know you want this."

His hips snap at the touch, slamming against your hand, then back against your crotch and back into your hand. There's still tension there though, and maybe it's because of the danger of doing this in public, but his every movement feels restrained and hard, like a poorly oiled gear trying to work.

Hobie is all hot against you, pulse racing beneath your open lips over the salty skin of his slender neck. He turns his head back, almost bumping his head against yours and searches for your mouth. "You're wicked, [name], you know I would never say 'no' to you," he pants, drowning the words against your mouth, forcing you to swallow your own name. He kisses you then, desperately, breathless and completely weak to the pleasure coursing through his veins as you slowly run your thumb along the sensitive tip of his member, matching the rhythm of your tongue sliding into his mouth.

One of your hands slides across the smooth leather, dragging your palm against his cock as you kiss him, the lyrics that sought to remind of all the weight and filth of the society clicking in your ears. Your other hand moves up, running over the bumpy fabric of the fishnet until finds a bulge that presses against your finger. The cold metal slides against your touch, pulling with it the pointy brown nipple peeking out from under his top and Hobie moans against your mouth, asking for 'more'. It was as if today, before leaving home, Hobie had chosen his clothes thinking about how you could touch him without difficulties or real barriers.

You drink in the sounds Hobie makes against your mouth, their volume is lost beneath the music, but the vibration of every moan and every utterance of your name reverberates against your lips, right into your mouth, like a song that only you had access.

Hand wrapped awkwardly around Hobie's dick, fingers practically digging into the sides of it, digging into the leather to get enough precision to pull him hard and fast through each thrust. Hobie writhes against you and melts and it's the most beautiful show. He keeps his mouth against yours even when the kiss ends, humming along to the guitar chords, cursing and following the lyrics of the song. He seems lost in his own head, his brown eyes shining with lust and one hand reached back and gripping your hair, using the support to swivel his hips in a sensual circle, the belts slapping against your arm.

"[name]," he sings through the song's lyrics as he moves against your hand, taking what he needs. "That feels good... you are... I need more... can you...? Fuck."

In the low light you doubted anyone could see the vision of the beautiful man coming apart beneath your fingers to the point where tears glistened in the corners of his eyes. It was a good thing not. You didn't want that in the end — soon — when the night reached its climax and Hobie followed, spilling for you in his pants, anyone else could watch his mouth falling open, hips erratic and his entire body shaking as he became unable to say anything other than your name. The most beautiful spectacle of all and that belonged only to your eyes.

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Snacks of Us

Pairing: No-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Texas-native Joel finds out you've never been to a Buc-ee's and needs to fix it immediately. That's it.

Warnings: Just fluff! Kisses. Pet names.

Other stuff: Reader is addressed as her, but most other descriptions are avoided. Joel is taller than the reader. Can be read as plus-sized, but not mentioned.

Word count: 1.1K

I went to Buc-ee's today and my imagination ran wild. Do with this what you will lol

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"Whaddya mean y'ain't never been to a Buc-ee's?" Joel asked, incredulously.

"Joel, I'm not from Texas. How the hell would I know what Buc-ee's is?" You replied.

"Y'don't even know what it is!? That's it. Grab your purse, darlin'. We're gettin' you to a Buc-ee's." 

"Have you noticed your accent slips out more when you're all worked up about Texas things, Joel? It's cute."

"No, I haven't. Now, let's go. You're gonna love it. It's the biggest gas station y'ever seen." His eyes grew wide and he demonstrated the vastness of Buc-ee's with his arms.

"Wait… it's a GAS STATION? You're taking me to a gas station for our date?" You raised your brow at your boyfriend.

"Just trust me, darlin'. You'll love it." He pulled you by your hips and placed a kiss on your reluctant mouth.

You sighed. "Hmm… fine. But can we at least get lunch while we're out?" You batted your eyelashes.

"Course. What do you think we're doin' at Buc-ee's?" He winked.

"Joel!" You gasped. "I am NOT eating some shriveled up gas station hot dog that's been sitting out all day." Your mouth gaped open and you crossed your arms.

"Just trust me!" He grabbed you by your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder.

"Joel!!!" You squealed, giggling and smacking his back. "Put me down! You're gonna hurt your back! I'm too heavy."

"Please, sugar. You weigh less'n my work equipment," he smacked you on the butt.

You scoffed, "yeah right."

Joel set you in the passenger seat of his truck. "Well, y'are. At least until we fill y'up with some beaver nuggets," he winked, giving your belly an affectionate pat and closing the door.

"Beaver nuggets???? Joel! What is that?" You laughed as he rounded the truck toward the driver's side.

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Joel pulled the truck into the Buc-ee's parking lot. 

"This. Is.. a gas station?!" You stared, mentally counting the amount of gas pumps and eyeing the giant building with a large beaver on the wall.

"Told'ya to keep an open mind! Let's go," he hopped out of the truck.

The two of you walked in and your mind was blown. They had everything, all with a cute little beaver on the label.

Buc-ee's chips. Candy. Cookies. Fudge. Sandwiches. Coffee. Every soda imaginable. Beaver nuggets, which Joel grabbed two bags of.

He pushed a cart as you ran around like a kid at Christmas. "Babe! Look at this cute little Buc-ee plushie!"

"I know, darlin'. I told'ya you'd like this store." He smiled affectionately at you. You tossed the stuffed beaver into the cart.

"Whoa, whoa, Sugar. Our house can't hold many more stuffed animals, it's practically oozing fluff as we speak."

"Oh shush, Joel. I need him," you said while throwing two sets of matching Buc-ee pajamas in the cart.

"Two?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the tags.

"One for you. One for me," you kissed his cheek, skipping merrily toward the hoodies.

Joel shook his head, too lovesick to object to the matching flannel pajamas covered in cartoon beavers.

An older gentleman walked past Joel and gave a look from Joel with the cart, to you holding up several hoodies and comparing. "First time?" The old man laughed.

"Unfortunately," Joel rolled his eyes, laughing. "I underestimated her shopping ability when I decided to take her here."

"Been there," the old man pointed to an older lady, presumably his wife. "I'm Arthur." He shook hands with Joel. "My wife Marlene and I have been comin' here for years and she's the same way." He looked at her lovingly. "You two remind me a lot of us when we were younger. You make a lovely couple."

Joel smiled and looked over at you, where the older woman, Marlene, had walked up and began talking to you. Your smile lit up, and the old lady clapped her hands together once, excitedly helping you decide between two sweatshirts. Your eyes found Joel and you both shared a smile. 

Joel looked back at the old man and grinned. "Thank you, sir. She's definitely a keeper." The old man patted Joel on the shoulder, leaving to meet up with his wife and kissing her on the cheek as they walked away.

You scampered over to Joel, holding up both hoodies. "I couldn't decide, so Marlene suggested I get both," you giggled.

Joel rolled his eyes, unable to stop the smile on his face. "Alright, throw 'em in the cart. But we better get outta here before I have to take out a loan."

"Thank you for taking me here, baby. I had a lot of fun, and I'm sorry I gave you a hard time earlier," you pulled his collar, lowering his face so you could kiss him on the lips.

"Anytime, sugar. I'll never get tired of seeing that smile." He kissed you back, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

"Now, whaddya say we go grab a couple sandwiches and sodas, then head back and watch movies in these matching pajamas the rest of the day," Joel suggested.

You nodded excitedly, thrilled with your boyfriend's willingness to participate in your shenanigans. "YES!"

Joel headed towards the checkout counter, struggling to reel you in from looking at more merch. He already took out a large deposit for the ring hidden in his dresser drawer, and this was easily going to cost at least a hundred more.

The two of you walked to the truck, him smacking you on the butt as you climbed in the passenger seat while he held the door open. Shaking his head, he thinks back to the older couple. How Arthur said you reminded him of them in their younger days. Sitting in the driver's seat, he smiled at you, taking in your features.

"What?" You asked, giggling and running your hand through the curls by his ear. 

"Nothin' darlin'. Just thinking about us and how much I love you," he smiled.

"I love you too, Joel" you pressed a kiss to his lips, running your hand down to his neck and pulling him in deeper.

"Thank you again for today," you grinned, pulling away.

"Anytime, Sugar. There'll be plenty more where that came from," he replied, stealing a quick glance at your empty ring finger. Maybe tonight will be the night, he thought.

"Think we'll ever be like Arthur and Marlene?" You asked him, taking a slight risk at the question of your future while interlacing your fingers with his right hand.

He looked over at you, kissing your knuckles. "I hope so, Sunshine." He kissed your ring finger. "I hope so."

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So anyway, yeah I might have a problem lol. But I hope you liked this. Let me know what you think ❤️ thanks for reading.

[dxvxx]

It's Exit Exam day and i'm exhausted.

The wannabe overdue acrobat in my belly kicking me for all his worth isn't helping either. I waddle out of my bathroom naked and dripping wet, not bothering with a towel, even the biggest ones stopped covering my body after the second trimester.

I rub my bump as i check my phone and send William a text reassuring him that i'm fine before i open my closet and rifle through it.

I gave up on wearing my maternity jeans a month ago, so i bypass those and pick out a pale beige sundress.

Grabbing it, i shuffle to the mirror to try to see if it would even fit me. Looking at me, you'd think i'm carrying twins with how big my bump had gotten.

I hear the faint sound of my apartment unlocking and smile when, soon after, my boyfriend strides into my bedroom, looking edible in his black slacks and black button-down shirt.

I rub my thighs, looking at his rolled up sleeves and veiny tattooed forearms.

"Babe," it comes out as a whine as i look up at him. Up, because William is a 6'5 "muscled giant of a man while i'm 5'3 and petite, or at least, i used to be petite. "I told you i'm okay." I murmur but lean back against him greedily as he hugs my naked body from behind. He lifts up the weight of my heavy belly off my hips, just the way i like, and i can't help the moan of relief that escapes. "Mmm.."

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbles, dragging his nose up my neck, right to one of my sensitive spots, breathing in my shampoo. I tilt my neck, giving him more access, letting out another soft moan as i feel myself get wet.

I rub the top of my bump just enjoying being near him, but i have to ask..."No- mhmm- one saw you, right?" Even though i know he's always careful.

William is a professor at my college. We met 2 years ago when i was in a class of his and we have been dating on the downlow ever since.

While i'm no longer a student of his, it's still frowned upon and could lead to serious trouble so we're keeping it quiet until i graduate next month.

That's why he moved me out of the dorms and is renting me an off-campus apartment near his house. Something he keeps grumbling about because 'you're not close enough.' I'm pretty sure if i let him have his way, we'd already have been married by now.

He doesn't respond as he trails kisses up and down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving me breathless and squirming "Wiiiilll" i whine.

My libido has been in overdrive ever since i got pregnant at the end of summer and had increased even more in my last trimester. The barest of touches or even friction from my clothes has me panting like a bitch in heat.

Something William takes great delight in.

"Have i told you how gorgeous you are so full and heavy with my son?" He growls while leaving hickeys on my neck. He tells me every day. William has always been possessive and overprotective, but he had doubled down ever since i started showing.

He cups my bare pussy murmuring out a rough "mine" in my ear. I'm so wet i drip a bit on his hand as i look in the mirror.

It's a sight.

My belly heavy and round, with the skin a bit pink, overstretched and taut with William's tattooed arms wrapped around it.

My heavy breasts that have doubled in size are aching with my rosy nipples pebbled, begging to be touched.

William's hardened length is nestled against my naked ass cheeks.

It's all too much.

My hips roll trying to get something, anything, but he just cups it, giving me a warning squeeze i ignore. "Don't tease mmhm meeee." i half moan half whine. That earns me a slap on my pussy. The sting shoots up straight to my needy clit and i whimper "ooh fuckk."

Two of his thick fingers tease my entrance before he thrusts them home, using his thumb to rub my clit in slow agonizing lazy circles that have me bucking against his hand desperate for more but he keeps his fingers still.

I know what he's doing, punishing me for refusing to stay home this past week, when i officially reached my due date and passed it.

I get more desperate, rolling my hips harder, trying and failing to get him moving, to give me anything. He smirks in my neck, proud of himself, and i'm close to losing it, delirious with lust and need.

"William Ivan Carmichael, I swear to- Ooomph.." He takes out his dripping fingers and stuffs them into my mouth, effectively shutting up my threat.

Fine, two can play at this game, damn it.

I suck his fingers in, swirling my tongue around them like i do with his dick humming as i lick my juices off his skin. He thrusts them deeper down my throat, lazily pumping them before he pulls out and whirls me around. The movement makes my bump jiggle before he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss.

I'm panting and aching by the time he releases me. I don't have time to process or protest as he lets me go, slaps my ass, picks up the discarded dress off the floor, and flings it at me.

He adjusts himself in his pants and says in a rough voice, "Get dressed, you don't want to be late. I'll see you in the Exam hall."

And he... leaves. Just like that.

The Bastard.

I glare weakly after him and collapse on my bed then immediately regret it and moan "ooohh" At the feel of my sheets creating friction against my aching cunt.

I rub my bump restlessly and nibble my bottom lip. I could give myself an orgasm, could even use the toys in our expansive collection, but...it's not enough, it never is. Nothing comes even close to him, to his skilled, pierced dick and his wicked filthy mouth.

"Your daddy is gonna be the death of me" i whisper to our son before i heave myself up and off the bed with a soft grunt.

William doesn't get it. I want to finish my BSN nursing degree. I don't want and will not drop out or delay my diploma another year. That's just a waste of time and money.

I open my underwear drawer and pull out a lacy black set, then think for a bit and return the bra only pulling on the thong. Anything against my nipples right now will be torturous.

I sigh as i pull on the dress next and wince at how it looks in the mirror then try to make it less tantalizing. It used to fit me and reach just before my knees but with my bump...it barely reaches my thighs not to mention how much cleavage it's showing.

But...fuck it. I'm too horny and too pregnant and too tired to care much anymore.

I stuff my swollen feet in a pair of ballerina flats, fluff up my blonde hair a bit then grab my bag and keys. Making my way out of the door, i stop and rub my belly. It feels really uncomfortable today, hotter and tighter than it has all week.

With a sigh, i keep walking, although much slower, and lock the door before i start going down the stairs.

It doesn't matter. I just have to get through the three hours Exam while trying to ignore the urge to jump William right on top of the desk he's gonna be monitoring us from.

Then we'll come back here and i'll demand he fucks me six ways to Sunday then he'll punish me, in panty melting ways for using that tone with him then...

My horny thoughts stopped abruptly, and i let out a startled gasp, widening my legs. I rub both sides of my bump as the baby drops lower, applying pressure on my lower belly and my already aching pussy.

Well, Fuck.

(This is part 1. Let me know if you're interested in part 2, maybe 3.)

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

We Did It <3

Series Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, pregant!reader for a few parts, nothing sad or whateverrr

Words: 1,000

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Summary: flashback from “Say Yes To Me” where reader has their 2nd baby with Natasha <3

A/N: the amount of cute baby pictures i found on pinterest i want one sm @lovsalvatore knows how i feel

“Babe I'm home!” with the sound of your wife's voice, you walked into the living room with a sleeping Alex in your arms. “Welcome home darling!” her smile brightens when you enter the room. “I missed you Natty..” you kiss her cheek. “I missed you more.” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the sleeping boy's forehead.

She places gentle hands on your stomach, “How's our little one hm?” she asks as she lightly kisses your belly. “Yeah, she's really taking her time in there.” you groan, looking down at your baby bump. The due date was almost a week ago, but here you are, still waiting for your baby to pop out any day now. She sighs, “I know detka.. sooner or later she'll be here.” she reassures you, and kisses your neck softly.

“What do ya say? We put Alex to bed, and then go to bed too? Or we can watch a movie if you want?” you smile at her, “Okayy.. that seems fun.”

After the two of you put the child to sleep, you both go into your bedroom. “Ugh, I'm so tired..” you flop on the bed, lying down on your back. Natasha sat down next to you, pulling your head onto her lap. “Hi baby.” she smiles, looking down at you as she soothingly runs her fingers through your hair. “Hi.” you giggle, burying your face into her lap. “Hey! Don't be shy kotenok.” you peek up at her from her lap. “I'm not shy Tasha!” she smirks, “Yeah sure.”

A few minutes later the two of you lie, sound asleep, in bed. Your back against her chest, and her strong arms wrapped around your body. The light breeze from the fan, soft breathing in the quiet room. You slowly blink your eyes open in discomfort, “Nat?” you groan, rubbing your eyes as you awaken. She wakes up at your words, taking her arms off of you. “Yeah? What is it?” her voice raspy as she had just woken up.

“I think my water broke.” you whisper, causing her to jolt up off the pillows. “What?” you bring a finger to her lips, “Shh.. you're too loud Alex might wake up, it's 2 AM.” she gets out of bed, “Are you sure?” she asked. You nod your head, “Yeah.” she grabs the already made baby bag and her car keys.

“You need me to help you up detka?” she walks over to you, grasping your hands as she pulls you off of the bed. “I can get Alex–” you say, “No. Get in the car and wait for me, I'll bring Alex.” you huff, “Fine.” you waddle out of the bedroom and walk outside the house, Natasha unlocks the car. Hearing the car doors click open, you get into the passengers seat.

“What's taking them so long..” you whisper to yourself. “Oh fuck—” you clutch the car seat, letting out a scream when you feel a contraction coming. You hear the back doors of the car open and look up in the mirror to see Natasha setting down the still asleep boy. She closes the door and gets into the driver's seat. “Moya lyubov, are you okay?” you clench your jaw, giving her a tight smile and a nod.

She drives out of the driveway and made her way to the hospital, holding onto your hand with her free one. “How– how long until we get there?” you say, your voice strained and breathing labored as you tightly squeeze on her hand after each contraction passed by. “Soon, baby. We're almost there.” she attempts to calm you down, “You– shit– said that 30 minutes ago!” you whisper-yelled at her, trying not to wake up Alex.

“I know detka, please just- we'll be there in a bit.” you glare at her before getting interrupted by a gasp. “Oh my god—” another contraction. she pulls up to the hospital's parking lot and stops the car. “Come on babe, we're here.” she ushers you out of the vehicle, picks up the toddler, and runs into the hospital building.

As soon as Natasha checks you out in a room, the nurses quickly bring you to the delivery room. “Deep breaths Mrs. Romanoff, it'll all be over soon, don't worry.” you hear the midwife say to you while you went through labor pains, not that it helped you at all.

“Shh.. kotenok I'm right here, I'm with you.” she smiles at you, squeezing your hand slightly to comfort you. “Natasha..” you manage to say, overwhelmed with the pain. “She's dilated by 9 centimeters.” one of the nurses say. “Okay, Mrs. Romanoff, you're gonna need to start pushing alright?” the midwife said as she stood in front of the hospital bed.

“Yeah‐ got it..” you mumble out, breathlessly speaking. You take deep breaths as you clutch oh, so very tightly onto your wife's hand, as if you were about to completely rip it off of her arm. The pain just worsened over the time passes, “Oh my god! Why did I even decide to have a second baby—” you scream as you pushed with every ounce of energy you had left in you.

The sounds of a newborn crying cause your hold on your wife's hand to loosen, and the doctors place the baby in your arms. “Aww.. hey sweetie.” you whisper, gently touching her tiny, fragile face. A soft smile appears on your face as the baby calms down and stops her crying.

“You did it detka, you're okay. I love you so much..” the corners of your lips perk up in a strained smile, sweat glistening from your hairline.

“We did it Natty.. we did it.” your eyes were watery with tears of joy. “Remind me to not have another mini Romanoff till this one turns 3.” the redhead chuckles, pressing her forehead to yours. “I love you so much, Natasha.”

Natasha would've done anything to go back to this time. Where everything was perfectly fine. But she can't.

[belching-bellies]

Pizza Date

This is a kink fic! If you're not into the things listed below, it's probably not going to be for you

Contains: burping, belly rubs, mild stuffing, brief alcohol mention, gender-neutral narrator

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James and I did go on our real date, and it was so much better than I expected it to be. And I had pretty high expectations. He's so sweet and being with him makes me so happy.

Since then, we've been spending a lot of time together, and it's been great. Physical touch is both of our love languages, and with the amount of cuddling and physical affection, I feel like I'm not touch-starved for the first time in my life.

I haven't told him that I have a thing for his burps, but sometimes when we're cuddling I'll rub his belly and feel the gas rush up into his chest. He usually stifles the belches but I always wish he didn't.

Tonight, we have a date planned. It's gonna be pretty lowkey -- I'm just going over to his place for dinner and a movie. The relationship is still new, so I still get occasional butterflies around him. I want to surprise him, so I stop by the store on the way and pick up a 12-pack of beers. Knowing him, we'll probably finish it by the end of the night.

I get to his apartment and he greets me at the door with a kiss. I resist the urge to push him up against the wall right then -- that can wait until later.

"So what kind of pizza do you want?"

"I like pepperoni but I don't really care. What do you want to get?"

James smiles at me, "It's up to you. I'm getting myself a second pizza."

I look at him in disbelief.

"What?" he says, "you don't think I can eat a whole pizza on my own?"

"I would like to see you try," I tease, but he doesn't know that I would in fact like that very much.

James puts in the order for two pizzas, and we break out the beers while we wait for the food to arrive. Both of us have empty stomachs, so we start to feel a little tipsy after just a couple drinks. We're cuddling on the couch, and I place my hand on his chest. When he drinks, I can feel the fizzy liquid traveling down through his esophagus.

James has never been shy, and he's letting out small burps every so often. Occasionally, I'll respond to one of his belches by patting his stomach lightly.

The pizza eventually does arrive, and when Jason stands up, the movement shakes loose a respectable belch:

"buhh-UURRRRPP"

I'm glad he's walking away by then, because I'm definitely blushing.

James comes back about five minutes later with two pizzas: a pepperoni for me and a supreme for him.

"I've gotta say, James, I will be impressed if you can actually finish this whole pizza"

He grins back at me. "Challenge accepted."

He eats a lot faster than I do, and I wonder if his stomach will be feeling okay later. I think about saying something about slowing down, but I don't. By the time I'm done with my second slice, he's nearly halfway through his pizza.

James sets down his fifth slice, places a hand on the upper part of his belly, and leans back on the couch, breathing a little more shallowly than before.

"You feeling okay, babe?"

"Yeah, I just..." he raises his beer to his lips, takes a couple swallows, then lets out the loudest burp I've ever heard come from him.

"hhhuuUUUURRRRRgghUUUUURRRPPP"

He lets out a sigh of relief, then looks at me. "I- *uurrp* I fucking needed that"

I put my hand on his belly. I can feel it grumbling, struggling to cope with the speed at which he's eating. He hiccups a couple times, then lets out a soft burp. I give his belly a couple of pats, then return to my own beer.

He picks up his slice to continue working on it, but now it's my turn to belch. I can feel the carbonation working its way through my stomach, and I try to stifle the burps behind my fist.

"You know, you don't have to be embarrassed about burping around me. I've been doing it more than you have"

I know this, and I want to tell him that it's different because I'm into it, but I hold myself back. But to prove that I understand his point, I jiggle my belly and work up the biggest belch I can. James nods, looking amused, and cuddles closer to me. I notice that his hand comes to a rest on my slightly bloated belly, and for a second, I wonder if that's on purpose.

The rest of the night goes by uneventfully. We keep eating and drinking, and by the time the movie ends, James has nearly finished his whole pizza. He's slowed down considerably, and as he finishes the second to last slice I can tell his stomach is a lot more bloated than it was an hour ago. He's letting out little burps every couple minutes, ones I can only hear because we're so close together.

"One more slice, you got this babe."

We're both just past tipsy, and I'm feeling a little impulsive.

"I bet I can finish a slice faster than you" This isn't a fair competition, but Jason is competitive and I know he's going to accept. I go easy on him, but I'm still surprised when he beats me.

He lets out a sick-sounding burp through his last bite, then groans and lays back on the couch.

"Okay, I gotta admit that was impressive." I'm telling the truth, but I don't mention that it also turns me on.

James doesn't respond, just grabs my hand and places it on his full, rounded belly. I get the hint, and I start gently rubbing it. I slip my hand under his shirt. The skin feels taut, and I can feel the beer sloshing inside of him every time he repositions. I feel out his stomach with my palms, occasionally pressing into a particularly tight spot. Sometimes, I can feel the trapped gas rush upwards into his throat and then come out as a satisfying-sounding belch.

Eventually, James' burps start to slow down, and I lay down behind him, spooning him, hand on his belly. We eventually fall asleep like that, bellies full, cuddling on his couch.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - ryan being your boyfriend

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pov: ryan nguyen (azngami) is your boyfriend!!

warning: none

type: wholesome

member: ryan nguyen (or known for azngami)

at first, ryan would be like "hummmm.... no, thank you." BUT THIS WON'T LAST LONG, I PROMISE!

at first, when you started to hang out with the NSB members, you started to notice how ryan was quiet and silent compared to the others members

but then, when you guys started being friends.. oh dang it!

he wasn't too shy anymore

we can clearly see a difference, between the first video NSB did and in the latest video they posted, how ryan is less shy and omg, i'm so proud of him :( he really love his friends

now that you're boyfriends and girlfriends... he isn't shy anomyre (at least with you)

he created a close friendship with you

he love how he can be himself in front of you and you wouldn't judge

like... before, he wouldn't say if he was sad or angry to you because he would be scared that you'll judge him or tell the boys

he just don't want to worry your pretty little head <3

but now that you guys are dating, he tell you everything

sure, he's still a bit shy, but less than the first time you guys met

when you guys met for the first time, he was a bit cold and wasn't talking that much

the first time he saw you, he thought you were really pretty

and it kinda made him sad that he couldn't ask you out since he's scared of rejection and don't really know how to do it properly :(

but a couple of weeks later, when you asked him for his number, he tried his best to avoid the fact he was having a lot of butterflies in his belly

not a lot of people do that type of things to him, so when he saw you were serious, he was so happy

he's so into you <3

like.. sometimes he think about you and just zone out

the nsb members have to remember him to eat or something like that 😭

"oh yeah... hum.. i was in my thoughts"

"still thinking of y/n?" said oli laughing

"y-yeah.." he replied shyly

he won't say it to you, but you're constantly in his thoughts

all he do, he's doing it for you and the stars <3

you guys are super close, it's like the Ying and the Yang! you guys complete each other (LIKE HIS YING AND YANG TATTO OMG-🥺)

"hey... i brought us matching hoodies.. want to wear them with me?"

ryan love PDA. LITTERALLY!

he wouldn't make out with you in public (it's a good day to avoid traumatisation to kids!!) but he would hold your hands and kiss your cheeks if he feel like it

i mean, he will always holds your hands even if he isn't in public

while walking, while cooking, while talking.. HE JUST LOVE YOUR HANDS SO MUCH OKAY?

he would def have a plushie with you

"this is our kid, y/n. "

i feel ryan would be the type to hype you all the time

"you look good, y/n!"

"sheesh, babe! you're cute"

"looking great!"

stream on twitch with him

"oh yeah guys! this is my girlfriend y/n! everyone says hi to her! "

he would makde youtube videos with you

"this is a special video because today i'm with my girlfriend y/n!"

he would do everything for you to be proud of him

he just want your love and your hugs and your kisses and everything he can have

"AYOOOO??? WHAT DID SHE SAY??"

this man is territorial

you're his

and only his

if he saw a person trying to flirt with you, he'll hold your waist with his arms and he'll kiss your cheeks

"babe, i just saw something... wanna check it out with me?"

he wouldn't be scared to end the conversation with the other person (who was trying to flirt with you) just so you could be with him

"jealous? i am notttt!! i just wanted to.. show you the things i wanted! check this controller!"

if you don't believe me, check his tiktoks ("when we're dating, you're mine" or "dating me is easy... you just have to kiss me every 3 minutes...")

"you're so fucking pretty.."

he won't ever say it to you but he appreciate you so much

he appreciate the little things you do for him, like when you're giving him water when he's playing videos games or when you do him a massage because he played way too much and now his back is sore 😭

he would dye your hair if you want to

you would def dye his hair for sure! he trust enough to play with the color and to make it cool

"we should have matching hairs one day"

he would do everything he can to make you smile and make you happy

you'll be best friend with the nsb members and sometimes, ryan would be a bit *jealous* of them (even though he know his best friends would never do that to him)

"i know jp weren't flirting with you, but.. can we cuddle together? i missed my girlfriend"

LOT of cuddles and kisses

gaming with him <3

if you don't know how to play, he'll teach you

and he'll laugh at you if you start to be angry because you can't win

he would actually let you win on purpose just so he could see your smile and your excitment

he just want to see you smile and being happy

he think your smile is like a diamond

it's precious and super beautiful (IM CRYING-)

"you know babe... to me, you're like a precious stone. you're so hard to find but when we find you, we want to show you to others, to.. aah fuck, i forgot what i wanted to say, never mind"

"sorry, it was so fucking cheesy, i'm sorry" while laughing

lot of inside jokes

he already said in one of seb's car talk that he would love to have a date by flying light lanterns with his significant other. so i'm sure he would like to do that kind of thing with you :)

the boys would find you so cute together

darren would be a bit jealous because he wouldn't be able to hug his peanut anymore :') (but he actually love seeing you guys smiling and laughing)

the Stars are so happy for him to have find a partner like you

he would sing you to sleep (did anyone heard his voice?? IT'S SO RELAXING AND SO PEACEFUL! I swear-)

in conclusion, ryan would be a good boyfriend who would comfort and help you 24/7

[enchantedblackrose]

Perfect

Jay Halstead/ Fem Reader

Summary: Jay's going to be a daddy

Tw: pregnancy, no graphic details of pregnancy or childbirth

Author's note: gif credit @xofeno Song Lady by Brett Young. Lyrics are in italics/not mine.

Perfect

You stand in your bathroom, waiting for the time to pass. You need a distraction. Slowly, you wash your hands again. After drying them quickly on the closest hand towel, you start to untie your hair from its messy bun. You didn't mean to, but you glance and see it. A wave of nausea hits for an entirely different reason now, a twinge of excitement creeps into your stomach. Your heartbeat quickens and you think you may cry.

"Jay," you call out, leaving the bathroom. Your own voice sounds foreign to you. Jay peers out from the kitchen. After a long day turned into a longer night at work for you both, he was fixing a frozen pizza for you two to split.

"Babe?" He asks after a moment of you not saying anything. He looks at you questioningly as you stand wordlessly in front of him, wearing only an oversized t-shirt.

You've dreamt of this day for a while and now that it's here, this is so far from how you ever imagined telling him, but you can't keep it to yourself; you'll surely burst if you try.

"I'm pregnant." You watch Jay anxiously as the realization of your words hit. A large, but cautious smile fills his face. There's hope reflecting in his light eyes.

"Are you sure?"

You nod. Suddenly you feel his arms wrapping you in a tight embrace. He kisses the top of your head. Then your cheek, followed by your other cheek. He pecks your lips. His excitement seems to grow with every kiss.

"A baby, y/n," Jay stops to look at you. "We're having a baby." Gingerly he places a hand on your tummy, though there's no physical signs of life growing inside of you just yet. "My baby's in there."

"Our baby," you gently correct as you smile up at the soon to be father.

I remember when I first heard your heartbeat It had only been eight weeks Standing there, starin' at that screen Was the first time you ever scared me

"I'm here! I'm here! What'd I miss?" A very manic Jay bursts into your exam room where you're having your first ultrasound.

Your tech looks at you bemused. "This must be the father?"

You nod. "That’s my husband." You refrain from laughing, because as crazy as Jay appears right now, the worry he missed something is both evident and adorable. You reassure him that nothing has happened yet.

He relaxes and takes a seat near your table and the screen. 

Warm gel is applied to your exposed abdomen and within a few seconds the fast thump thump thump fills the otherwise quiet room. You and Jay lock eyes. 

"That’s your baby's heartbeat," the tech reassures you both. 

"It sounds like galloping horses," you murmur, already in love with the sound.

"It's so fast," comments Jay, clearly concerned. "Is that normal?"

"Yep. It's exactly what you want to hear and is measuring great." Jay lets out an audible breath relieved. Your tech continues with the ultrasound, captures images and measurements, confirms you're growing only one baby, gives you an estimated due date, before finally concluding. A few images have been printed off for you two to take home. The tech leaves the room for you to dress. When you're done, you can't help but notice Jay still staring at the ultrasound pictures. A smile is on his face.

I hope you look just like your momma And love her like I do

"I just really want a milkshake if you don't mind," you say, a hand resting on your growing belly. "And maybe a steak please? With a baked sweet potato for the side." You grin sheepishly. 

Jay only chuckles as he continues to rub your bare feet. "Are we going out, or…?"

You groan. "I'm just so tired.'

He laughs again. "Not a problem, babe. I'll go bring it home." He lifts your feet from his lap to stand.

"You're sure?" You ask, standing up too after putting forth a bit more effort than you're used to.

"I don't mind. You just keep taking care of yourself and my…our baby." He gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Wait," you say, catching him by the wrist. "Boy or girl?" You cradle your stomach, as if putting it on display, then offer a profile view. It became routine for you to ask him this every few weeks.

Jay doesn't hesitate, "I still say girl. I'm calling it right now and not charging my mind. You?"

"I think girl too." Jay turns to leave but you stop him again. "If it is, will you be okay? I mean if the baby is a girl and you get a daughter first, not a son?"

"Y/n," Jay says softly. "All I want is a healthy baby and a healthy you." You smile and let Jay leave to fetch your food.

The next night, you and Jay are cuddled in bed. The TV plays in the background. Your head rests on his chest. 

"My life is going to be pink with princesses and bows forever now, isn't it?'

You giggle. Your ultrasound today confirmed what you both already knew to be true: baby Halstead is a girl. "And glitter," you add. Jay pretends to groan, then resumes suggesting names for your child. 

"Rose," he offers.

You consider it, "Maybe. Shawna?"

"Nah."

"Willa? You know after Will?"

Jay thinks for a moment. "That’s nice, y/n. Maybe. You know…She could be a ginger like him." You laugh, having forgotten genetics and that possibility. Jay grows serious as he pulls you in closer to him. "I hope she looks like you…y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair and that infectious smile of yours.'

"Okay, my hair, but your eyes," you say, closing your own. Jay laughs as he turns off the TV, knowing neither one of you can control what the baby will look like. 

"One thing for certain, she is so loved already." He kisses your tummy before kissing you.

You can always run to daddy You'll always be my baby

"It's time," you say. Jay takes your hand in his to squeeze it before they wheel you off to labor and delivery.

Your eyes are heavy as you grow tired. Jay seems to notice.

"Do you want me to take her for a bit?" You nod and he carefully lifts your newborn baby from your chest and cradles her gently in his arms.

"She's tiny," you muse, a content smile on your lips as you watch the love of your life holding your baby girl.

"She's perfect," Jay whispers. His lips barely brush your forehead with a soft kiss as you drift to sleep. "You both are."

[unique-high]

Sleepover | San x Blk Fem reader

Summary: You're excited yet nervous about your first sleepover with your boyfriend, San, who is super in love with you.

REQUESTED BY ANON.

Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff (Just know I tried)

You stood back with your hands on your hips admiring your handy work. If building forts were an actual job, you'd make good money. It's decked on the inside with pillows, fairy lights, your squishmallows, blankets to keep warm, a basket of snacks, and the TV.

This was the first time that your boyfriend, San, was sleeping over. It needed to be something special. Something fun. So you told San, “Let's have a sleepover!”

Just as much as you were excited about the idea, so was he. You had a lot planned for the night but didn't think you two could make it to everything on the list. But sleepovers aren't actually meant for sleeping, so maybe you two would mark everything off the list.

You changed into your pajamas. And one last time you check the fort making sure it is up to code and won't come falling down on you and San. The doorbell rings. You rushed to the door, sliding down the hall in your socks.

“San!” You yelled as you yanked open the door.

He's smiling holding his squishmallow. He's in a matching pajama set like yours.

“Hey, Babe. You look really cute.”

Your cheeks burn a little.

“So do you! Come in.”

San steps in. He leans towards you placing a kiss on your forehead. Even though You and San have been dating for a little while now, you still aren't used to the little things that he does. So it made your heart race.

“I'm excited to be spending the night,” he said as he stepped into the living room. “Wow, you built this?”

“Yup. The hard labor paid off in the end,” you said.

San put his squishmallows inside the fort with yours. You grabbed San by the forearm and spun him around.

“I made a list of everything we're doing tonight.”

“What's first on the list?”

“Making heart-shaped pizzas!”

You gestured for your boyfriend to follow you into your small kitchen. Everything was laid out on the kitchen table in the corner. You washed your hands first and then San after you. You both sat at the table. San opens the cans of Pillsbury pizza dough and the tomato sauce.

As you're making the pizza with him. There's the conversation in between belly-aching laughter that makes you feel warmer. San was having a hard time forming his pizza dough into a heart. It looked like something deformed. So you fixed it for him. San spreads the tomato sauce on the pizzas and you go in with the mozzarella cheese and mini pepperonis, making a smiley face on the heart pizzas. You preheat the oven and when it is ready, San put the pizzas into the oven.

You popped some mini pepperonis in your mouth as you hopped up on the countertop. San stands in between your legs and you feed him a pepperoni.

“What's your favorite thing in the whole wide world?” You ask.

San thinks long and hard. Then his lips pulled into a smile.

“My favorite thing?”

“Yeah.”

“That's a hard one,” he said. “I wouldn't say a thing, though. But a person.”

“Who is your favorite person, then?”

You feed him another pepperoni.

“Well, it's this girl. She has a really pretty smile. Makes my heart skip a beat with just a look. And she has a really pretty name, too. I think you know her. Her name is Y/n?” San laughed.

You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. You were never someone's favorite person, and It so felt nice.

San touches your arm letting his fingertips drag along your skin, leaving goosebumps. There's a moment when it felt like the world slowed down just a bit for the two of you. It's sudden. Yet sweet. When San leans in and kisses you.

He laced his fingers with yours. You hear your heartbeat in your ears. When San kisses always seemed like magic. Silly. But his kisses did.

You and he are so lost in the little kiss that the pizzas are forgotten.

***

The pizzas burnt in the oven.

You and San laughed about it over the takeout you both were eating inside the fort.

“So we burnt the pizza. What's next on the list that we can't burn?”

“Making friendship bracelets!”

After eating. You ran to your room to grab the clear containers of beads you had picked up from Target earlier that day. Crawling back into the fort, you hand one to San. You both sat cross-legged in front of each other. San turned on the TV and logged into his Spotify. He played the playlist he made for you the second week of the relationship. The playlist was named “To The Pretty Girl Who Stole My Heart.”

San made his friendship bracelet with your favorite colors and his name. And yours for him had flower beads with letter beads that spelled out “forever yours”

“It's nice, isn't it?” You ask as you put your bracelet on San.

“Yeah. I'm never taking it off. I can't wait to show the guys!” he said, smiling.

You met San's friends before. A bunch of chaotic guys that were fun to be around.

San puts his bracelet on you and you admire it like it is an expensive tennis bracelet. It was better than that.

“I'm never taking mines off either!” You threw yourself onto San, knocking him onto his back. He smiles at you with love in his eyes.

San was absolutely crazy about you. He placed a kissed on forehead. “I love you Y/n.” He whispered.

His love for you is big.

After the bracelet making the next thing on the list was taking Polaroid pictures.

San held the Fuji camera, you are behind him. He counts to three and you both make a silly face. San said he was keeping that one in the back of his phone case. Then there was one of you both kissing, that one would at the back of your phone case.

A couple more photos were taken and you and San traded them like Pokemón cards. San really wanted all the cute photos of you, only so he could brag to his friends that he had the cutest girlfriend in the world.

“Dance off!” You shouted.

San laughed.

“We both know who will win.”

“Me of course.”

“Thats cute you think that babe.” San pinches your cheeks and pulls them.

San is up first busting out his killer moves, making funny sexy faces as he runs his hands down his body.

“Booo!” You give a thumbs down.

San grabbed one of the squishmallows from the fort and threw it at you, but you're quick and doughed the mallow.

“Let's see what you got then, Y/n.”

You did in fact show San what you got. Showing him the dance routine you've been saving just in case you ever did need to pull the moves for a dance-off. He falls over in laughter, clutching his sides, kicking his feet.

“Wow, you have no rhythm at all.”

You stopped dancing giving your boyfriend the evil eye. “Well I'm sorry not everyone can be a sexy dance God.”

San sits up smirking.

“So I'm sexy?” he wiggled his brows.

“Did I say sexy?” You play dumb batting your eyes.

“You did.”

“Well, I didn't mean to say that.”

San reached up grabbing your hand pulling you down between his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He loved the way you smells. It was comforting.

“Well, I think your sexy.” he mumbles against your skin.

Your face goes hot.

“Oh, hush.”

“Don't like hearing the truth?” he teases you.

You smiled a little saying, “I do.”

“Sexy, Sexy, Sexy.” He laughs.

***

Next on the list was to do facemasks and watch TV inside the fort while cuddling the squishmallows. There was a new show on Netflix that you wanted to watch with San.

But instead of watching the show you were staring at San. He's cute with his hello kitty facemask.

“What?” San asks as he popped some Skittles in his mouth.

“Oh... Oh, nothing I was just–” You looked back at the TV.

“Staring at me being a creep?” he teased you.

You take your squishmallow you're cuddling and hit him with it. San screams. You settle back down and look at the TV screen. He stuck his tongue out at you when you weren't paying attention.

“San?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how I'm your favorite person?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you're my favorite feeling.” You rest your head on his shoulder.

He smiles so hard that his cheeks ached.

“It's really nice knowing I'm your favorite feeling,” San said as he rested his head on top of yours. “I hope to be your favorite feeling forever, Y/n.”

A/N: I hope you liked it anon. I tried my best with cute and fluffy stuff. 😭

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A Happy New year

Summary:Jude and The reader are spending new year's eve together

It's new year's eve and Jude and I are spending time with his family, I would spend it with my family but everyone had their own plans .

I love coming over here cause I feel like I'm home when I'm here, the Bellingham family have made me feel so welcome and never made me feel like an outsider.

" hey babe, mom's asking if you want something to drink" Jude says

" no I'm alright thanks"

"Ok" he says and comes sits next to me on the couch

He puts his head on my lap and I play with his hair

"Can you believe it's gonna be 4 years since we've been dating" I say

" and 15 years since we've been best friends"

"That just shows you how far we've come"

" yeah, it does"

He lifts his head off my lap and goes in for a kiss

I peck his lips, but he doesn't look satisfied

"I'm not going to snog you in front of your family" I say

" they don't care about what we do"

"But I do"

"You're such a tease" he says

"Only for you love"

He puts he's head back onto my lap

" if you're going to sleep at least let me be comfortable as well"

"Fine"

He gets off my lap and I lye on the couch horizontally then he lies next to me an wraps his arms around my waist

" I love you" he says

"I love you more"

"You know, now that I think about it , I might be the best boyfriend you've ever had"

"What ?"

" yeah, remember Mathew"

"What about him?"

"Wasn't he that one who cheated on you, and had you saved as hoe 3 on his contacts"

"Ok fine I get it alright, but I'm also the best girlfriend you've ever had"

"Oh how so?"

"Remember Jade"

"Yeah"

"She was the one that was using you to get things she wanted, she was controlling you and your life"

" she wasn't controlling my life" he says

" she literally said that you should get rid of me and stop being friends with me"

"That one nearly ruined our friendship"

" imagine if you had listened to her"

"Then we wouldn't be lying on this couch and cuddling"

"I'm glad you chose me"

"I'll always choose you babe,every time"

"Well I'm glad and happy to hear that"

" we should actually be thankful to Mathew and Jade"

" why?"

"Because if they hadn't fucked up, we wouldn't be where we are now"

"Well I guess we should be thanking them then"

"How did we even find out about him cheating again?" He asks

"One of the girls that he cheated on me with approached me and told me "

"What a prick"

"Yeah, he was"

"I actually believed he loved me, he treated me so nice"

"Well he's gone now my love, and you've got me now"

"And I'm glad I do, cause I don't know where I'd be without me "

"Probably dead"

"Don't be so dramatic"

He laughs and I feel myself smiling at that

" you are one of the best things to happen to me y/n, I really am head over hills for you"

"Oh I'm sorry sir, but I didn't tell you, I'm head over hills for someone else" I say with a smile on my face

"Must you always ruin moments y/n"

"I'm sorry babe, I just had to"

"Yeah whatever you goof ,I'm quite knackered" he says

"It's ok babe, you can sleep"

"Ok"

He falls asleep rubbing my belly and after a while I fall asleep as well

♡

"Y/n, wake up honey, it's almost midnight"

" what?"

"Come on wake up"

I turn to see Denise looking down on me

"Where's Jude"

"He's already outside"

"Ok" I get up of the couch and go to the bathroom then splash myself with water , just to wake me up a bit

Then I start making my way out side.

I open the sliding door and see Jude standing there with his back against me as he's watching his cousins run around and act like kids while his aunts and uncles are sat at a table outside having conversations

I walk to him and wrap my arms around his waist

"Hey" I say

"Hey babe, sleep well?"

"Yup"

"Alright everyone 5 minutes left until the next year" Denise yells

Jude turns around and we're now facing each other

He let's go of me and backs up a bit

Then goes on one knee and pulls a ring out

I feel my eyes start to widen

"Jude get up right now"

"Y/n, I love you more than words can ever Express or explain themselves, and I've known you for 15 years of my life, you are my best friend and no one knows me like you do, no one knows how to calm me down when I'm upset like you do , no one knows how to cheer me up when I'm sad like you do, no one annoys me like you do and even though I hate it sometimes, I still love you because that's who you are and I love everything about you, so y/n Y/L/N will you you give me the honor of calling you my wife and making the luckiest man alive"

"Yes" I whisper

"Wait really?"

"Yes, you big goof ofcourse I'll marry you I would be an idiot not to" I say

"You don't have to say yes, the answer could be yes or no and you'd still be an idiot"

"What?"

"I'm joking my love"

He gets up and slides the ring onto my finger and we kiss eachother just when the fire works start shooting at the sky

"Happy new year babe"

"Happy new year love"

Just then my family appears out of no where

"Mom I thought you had plans" I say and I run to her

"Aww sweaty did you actually think we'd miss such an important part of you life"

" let me see the ring bro, how big is it" Gina my sister yanks my hand to see the ring

"Bitch" I say

"Nika come check this ring out" she says and calls my other sister

"It's so beautiful y/n we're happy for you "

"Thank you so much"

"Nice pick mate" Nika yells to Jude

"Thanks, took me awhile to pick it out" he says as he walks over to us

" now can I please have my fiance back" he says as he pulls me away from my family

We walk back into the house and start making out , then was both upruptly stop

" are you happy?" He asks

"I'm ecstatic"

"Well I'm happy you are, now we're stuck together for the rest of our lives "

"I actually should have said no" I say

" there you go again"

I laugh and lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back

"I love you"

"I love you more"

[applbottmjeens]

NATIONAL ANTHEM.

Phillip Graves x OC

tags: MDNI 18+ OOOO THEY FUCKIN (smut, it isnt good tho), petnames, DADDY KINK, sugaring implied lowkey, some dacryphilia, unprotected sex (pls use protection y'all), age gap (anna is 26 and phillip is like, 40), phillip is a whimperer ok, switchy sex, i cannot write sex for the life of me

summary: Phillip takes Anna to dinner. Anna takes Phillip in a hotel room. I shouldn't have written this LMAO.

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It was supposed to be a one time thing. Just to say she did. Just to say she fucked the Shadow Company commander- for the bit. And then it happened again. In his office. In her room. Once while he was on the phone. A couple times in a car.

It wasn't even on purpose either. The tension between them just kept building up everytime she had the audacity to talk back to him. 

She didn't expect it to be so damn addicting. For him to be talking one moment and for him to be inbetween her legs another.

Red lipstick marks on the white sheets. His blue eyes, shot out and gazing at every single inch of her body like it's not hers.

It's his.

It's his.

He approached her not long before work ended and she was gonna head home.

"Wear something pretty tonight. We're going to dinner." 

"You asking me on a date, Commander?"

"Not asking."

It was hot. He knew what kind of man he was and what he wanted from her. She put perfume on her ankles and wore red lipstick that smudged- 

He liked it when it smudged.

"Oh shit…" She curses underneath her breath, a giggle leaving her lips before he spanks her, grabbing onto the flesh of her ass and thigh, leaving her ass adorably sore…

Phillip liked leaving his mark. Hand prints on her ass, teeth marks on her collarbone. He'd tattoo his name on her if he could get away with it. Good pussy made you crazy like that.

 

It also made him a whimperer. Begging for her to keep going, keep making him feel good.

"Keep ridin' me Annie- Fuck." Graves begs, hips rolling on top. Her dress isn't even all the way off, the thin black fabric rolled up over her belly button, the piercing peeking underneath. His hand goes over her abdomen, pressing down and making her moan so loud. 

He's such a blabbering mess when he gives her control, whining and begging, promising her he'd be good. He didn't know it at the time, but he'd be begging and promising her like that for the rest of his days. 

 It's stupid. He's going stupid and she grins watching him curse and whimper until she shuts him up with her tongue the way she likes to when his voice gets too fucking annoying.

"Mmmph..Doing good, Commander." She says low, against this lips, his hand moving to push her head for another kiss.

God. He's so pretty. She loves how ruined and desperate his face is, how his neatly parted blonde hair gets so damn messy when she has her way. For a man in his forties he was so damn cute. 

They shouldn't be doing this. 

But the way her teeth marks line up with freckles on his chest and the way his accent gets so much thicker when he's losing his mind-

She can't help herself. She'll slather on all the pretty red lipstick and wear all the white diamonds he buys her if it means she gets to witness him like this more.

This isn't love. She reminds herself. Just a way for her to drain his credit card and for him to get off.

His grip tightens on her hips, thumbs pressing over stretch marks and scars from muscle gained and fights nearly lost. 

"I'm close, babe. C’mon…" He whines and moves his hands up her body in a way that makes her gasp before she snaps and pins his hands above his head, leaning over his face.

"Not. Yet." She says firmly, that smugness returning when she sees how desperate and whimpery he is.

More whimpers. She's got him on a hold and he loves it, he hates it, and he doesn't have a clue why he lets her do this to him. “Fuck baby…” 

"Didn't make me get all pretty for you just for you to finish so early, huh?" She teases, grinning down at him, the smirk faltering when he moves deeper. 

He takes the opportunity to pull her close, turning the tables as his lips whisper into her ear, taking back control-

“I'm gonna fill you up, Annie.” He growls and kneads her ass with one hand and tangles his fingers in her dark hair with the other, keeping a grip on her. “Over…And over…’til I'm sure that needy lil’ cunt o'yours can't get off from anythin’ else…” 

His words aren't just words. She bottoms out and she can feel him take control, making her tremble and cum before he does. 

“Fuck- P-please…I-” Anna can't even speak now. He smiles with triumph.

“C'mon sugar. Use your words for Daddy..” He chuckles, kissing onto her neck as he controlled how her hips moved. “Tell me what y'want…”

Anna can't think, she hates it. Hates that she's losing. Sex between them was a competition and somehow she always lost.

His pace slows and she whines before he smacks her ass to snap her out of it.

“Don't be goin’ dumb on my cock yet, Anna.” He pulls her hair to gaze at her fucked out face, makeup ruined and eyes oh so prettily hazy.

“Be good f'me…” 

“Need you..” She whines, losing as she realizes how submissive she was getting. “I really need you to fuck me, Daddy please-”

The smug grin on Phillip's face as he turned her over and kissed her softly. “Atta girl…” He chuckles with satisfaction, looking down at her before he starts to move his hips again, agonizingly slow and gentle as he teases her.

She'd had her playtime, edging him and bouncing on his cock so excitedly...

Now it was his turn to make her suffer.

“Pussy had me worked up all day, baby..” He speaks low, piercing blue eyes gazing down at her. “Thought of you so much..” He moans and moves slower, Anna's arms around his neck as she tears up under him from the overstimulation.

He starts to move the pace a bit quicker, hands traveling up and down as he kissed on her neck, little whimpers and soft moans leaving her lips. 

“So fucking pretty…” He gazes at her with satisfaction, feeling himself get closer and closer..

This was how he liked his wild child of a sergeant. Mind melted and all submissive. Too caught up in how he was makin' her feel to talk back and be disrespectful.

She can't even speak now. He's won. First round was always to see who got to be in control.

The rest of ‘em was when the real fun began.

“Tell me.” He grabs her face to make her look up at him. “Who owns this cunt, baby?”

“Y-you-”

“Louder.” 

“You- Own me! All of me-”

“Good girl..”

His hands move to shift himself deeper into the mattress. Deeper. He feels himself whimpering her name, gasping and pulling her close as his hips snap into her as he comes.

He doesn't pull out, Phillip's lips meeting Anna's as she whimpers, mascara running as tears welled up from overstim, his thumbs wiping off the leaky mascara he loved.

It was hard. They were both horribly stubborn and eager to egg on one another, only Anna never knew when to fucking quit and admit this was something more than just sex in a hotel room.

And it lead them to moments like this.

Every time.

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Valentine’s Surprise

Words: 5.8k

Warnings: none, just Valentine’s fluff… and puppies! Sorry if this is naff I wrote it a few years back 💕

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"Aww... look at this one! That's the cutest photo!" You hold your phone out to your boyfriend who's sitting next to you on the sofa and he looks up from his guitar.

"You looking at pics of me again love?" Van grins, and you swat at him playfully.

"God you don't half fancy yourself!" You giggle. "I'm looking at these puppy photos from the rescue centre that I was telling you about. There's a whole litter of Labrador puppies! And they all need homes!"

You emphasise the last two words, looking at Van with puppy-dog eyes of your own and you watch as his brow furrows into a little crease. You know exactly what's coming next.

"Y/N, we've talked about this..."

"I know, I know." You feel your eyes roll upwards as you mimic Van's words. "You're always away and I'm always busy. We don't have time for a pet."

"Well? It's true though isn't it? What happens when I'm off on tour and you want to go away for the weekend with your friends, huh?"

You've been with Van for coming up to a year now. At first the excitement of dating a real-life, famous, touring rockstar superseded any feelings of loneliness or longing when he was away, but since you fell into your routine and then you and Van finally got a place together last month, you've been feeling it more and more. The gorgeous house you bought together on the North Wales coast with picturesque views of Llandudno Bay feels alive when Van is home, but when he's thousands of miles away the rooms seem bigger and more stark when they're not filled with him and his accompanying clutter.

"Maybe your mum and dad could look after it when we're both away," you suggest hopefully. "You know how they love dogs. And they miss Little Mary so much..."

"Babe... they're so busy with the guesthouse, you know that." Van's voice is soft, he hates letting you down and you sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that it'll just be you rattling around this big old house on your own when he goes away on Catfish's American tour next week.

"I still can't believe you're going to be away for Valentine's Day too," you say, trying not to sound sulky but you can hear it in your voice.

A melancholy state has settled itself around you and much as you try not to let it show, Van notices. He swings the guitar off his lap, leaning it up against the side of the chair, and outstretches an arm to you.

"C'mere love, don't be sad."

You force a little smile which then turns genuine as soon as Van's fingers curl around your shoulders and he pulls you close to him so you're leaning right against him on the sofa, your head on his chest.

"I'm not sad, I just miss you when you're away, that's all. I thought it'd get easier but it doesn't. And I wanted us to do something special for Valentine's Day."

Van plants a soft kiss on the top of your head. "We don't need a special day. I hate all that commercial crap. I tell ya every day how much I love ya don't I?"

You tip your head up to look at your boyfriend and his warm smile is contagious, your somber mood melting away. "Yeah I know," you concede, reaching up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.

Van's away for three weeks on tour and you try to keep yourself busy. The days are fine as you have deadlines to meet at work and the pressure means that you don't have much time to dwell on missing him. Your friends and family rally around in the evenings, taking you for dinner and surprising you with unexpected visits. The nights are hard though. You've got so used to the feel of Van's warm body against yours at night and the comfort of his arms around you as you drift off to sleep that you find yourself tossing and turning in bed, chasing sleep.

Valentine's Day rolls around and you wake up with a quiet kind of excitement in your belly at the thought of what Van might do to surprise you. He said he hated the commercial side of Valentine's Day but he's such a romantic there's absolutely no way he'll let the day slip by without doing something. You climb out of bed, making for the shower, your head full of bouquets of red roses, cards with declarations of undying love and heart shaped balloons. You've not been able to buy anything to send to Van but it's not like you can get anything delivered to him when he's on tour and moving from place to place. However you have managed to bag tickets to see The National play when they're touring the UK two months from now. You just know Van will be delighted.

You check the wall calendar in the kitchen which you've marked with all of Catfish's tour dates, even though you've memorised every single one. They played their last show of the tour in New York last night, and they've got a free day today and then they fly back the following day. It won't be long now!

Despite missing him like crazy you're in a great mood at the thought of having him back home. You're just filling the kettle to make another cup of tea before you leave for work when you hear the letterbox clatter open and post fall on to the mat. You're so excited you actually let out a silly little cheer as you rush down the hallway, eyes fixed firmly on the large red envelope that's lying there.

You can barely contain yourself as you pick up the envelope, turn it over and...

It's junk mail...

You stare at the envelope for a while, disappointment sinking heavily in your gut, like if you look at it for long enough maybe it'll transform into a beautiful card full of sentimental messages, but no. The other post is just bills.

You try to console yourself with the fact that a simple card would probably not be enough for Van. He's likely going to do something far more grand like send a romantic surprise to your workplace, or even better, maybe he's written you a song and he's going to FaceTime you later and sing it to you. Yes... that's definitely more Van's style.

You arrive at work to a full inbox of emails and the phone ringing off the hook so you busy yourself straight away. Your mind wanders to Van often but New York is five hours behind so you don't want to call him and risk waking him up.

You're engrossed in processing an invoice when you hear an excited squealing sound from across the office and you look up to see a delivery driver walking across the reception area holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

"Y/N, look! Look at those! Bet they're for you!" Your colleague Emma is practically bouncing up and down with delight as she looks at you, her face all lit up. "Bet they're from Van! Oh my god he's so romantic. You're really lucky!"

You smile shyly, your face starting to glow as all your co-workers turn to look at you, murmuring in agreement. Van's been into the office on several occasions and managed to charm everyone with his infectious personality. Even your miserable old boss warmed to him straight away. I mean how could she not? His affable nature and unfailing politeness seems to impress even the most disagreeable of people.

The flowers are beautiful. There's got to be at least three dozen roses, arranged beautifully and hand-tied with a silky white bow, and you step forward to take them off the courier before he's even had a chance to look at the delivery note on his clipboard.

"I knew Van wouldn't forget," you say dreamily, admiring the scent of the flowers, reaching for the small white card nestled among the petals.

"What's it say Y/N?" One of your other colleagues shouts out.

"Yeah, read it out!" Emma urges. "Bet it's dead poetic with him being a song-writer!"

All eyes are on you as you set the bouquet down on your desk, smile a mile wide and cheeks as red as the flowers. You open the card with a flourish, ready to be romanced... and then the smile slips right off your face....

"Emma, be mine... from your secret admirer..."

The office falls silent apart from Emma who lets out a screech of pure disbelieving joy. You quickly swallow your dismay, trying to be happy for your friend, painting a smile back on as you hand over the bouquet.

"Wow Emma, you're so lucky. Who d'ya reckon it is?" You mutter as your colleagues all gather around, excitedly discussing who Emma's mysterious admirer is.

You join in for a while, then slope off to the kitchen to make a cuppa. Half the morning's gone and you've still not heard a thing from Van. You slip your phone out of your pocket, bringing up Van's contact, smiling at the daft accompanying picture of him that's displayed before placing the call.

The phone rings and rings, eventually going to voicemail and you quickly replace it in your pocket whilst you stir your tea. You need to snap out of this despondent mood that you're in. It's only 11:00 and there's plenty of time for Van to get in touch. Knowing him he probably went all out at the show last night. Maybe the guys went for celebratory drinks after and he's suffering from a hangover? Yes... that's it... it must be.

The rest of the day slips past and you check your phone often, losing a little more hope each time the blank screen glares back at you. By the time your working day is over you've tried to place four more calls to Van and sent three texts to no reply, and the last one was definitely snarky. You curse yourself, wishing you could retrieve it, why get into an argument over something so petty? It's not like Van's committed a serious misdemeanour, he's probably just forgotten... but then it's your first Valentine's Day together and he knows what a hopeless romantic you are. He could have done... something.

You trudge to the car park and slump down into the driver's seat and your stereo kicks into life as you start the ignition. The haunting sound of an acoustic guitar fills the car, followed by Van's smooth voice.

You know when you’re gone I struggle at night

Dreams of you fucking me all the time

Now I know you're tied up

And I know your phone's fucked

I'm craving your calls like a soldiers wife

I wanna bring you home myself

I wanna bring you home myself

You quickly jab at the buttons of the stereo, ending the song. The last thing you need is to hear the lyrics that Van penned whilst he was on tour and pining for his ex-girlfriend.

I bet she got flowers on Valentine's Day...

You push the thought away, putting your car into gear and reversing out of the parking space. You've never compared yourself to Van's exes in the past, you know it's a dangerous path to go down, but you're starting to wonder just how special he thinks you are if he can't even be bothered to return a phone call. Then your thoughts go to the line 'I'm craving your calls like a soldier's wife'. Maybe you're not so different. Maybe this is what you've got to look forward to. With the guys' fame steadily growing they're bound to be touring more. You look into the future and all you can see are lonely nights, rushed phone calls, and a painful longing that can only be soothed by the one man who happens to be 3000 miles away over the Atlantic.

"Stop being so fucking dramatic Y/N," you mutter to yourself, pulling up to wipe the tears that have started to gather in your eyes away before you start your journey home.

You try to concentrate on the good things whilst you drive along. The little notes Van sometimes leaves around the house for you to uncover. The mornings when you wake up to an empty bed but then find him in the kitchen, cooking up some bacon just how you like it. His messy hair and silly sleepy face when you wake up next to him in the morning. His soft, gentle caresses when you make love...

You really shouldn't be getting so worked up about something so trivial. Nevertheless you still have a heavy heart as you pull up on your driveway and open the car door. The February days are starting to lengthen, but the weather's been overcast all day and the light's already fading fast. You look up at the dark house, thinking to yourself even that looks lonely.

The first sign that something's not right strikes you as soon as you insert your key into the lock. You can see a faint glow through the frosted glass and you freeze where you're standing, mentally scrolling through your morning routine, trying to remember whether you might have rushed out, leaving a light on. You're usually so meticulous, Van even calls you neurotic with your obsessive compulsion to check, double check and even triple check that everything's switched off before you leave the house.

But now you look closer it doesn't look like a light's been left on, it's more like a warm flickering glow...

FUCK! The house is on fire!

You let out a strangled cry at the horrific thought, twisting the key so hard it almost snaps in the lock, flinging the door open with force...

"Oh my god!" You gasp, taking in the scene.

The house is in darkness but the stairway right in front of you is alight with gently flickering tea-lights. There's two on every step, lighting a pathway upstairs and you look up, expecting to see Van standing there, but he's not.

"Van?" You call, still in shock and choked up with emotion, wondering what on earth he's doing here when he should be in New York.

"Up here babe, follow the trail!" His voice drifts down from somewhere upstairs and you feel the tears that were threatening to fall earlier stinging your eyes. You can't help it. You're overcome with the realisation that Van's actually up there right now, and you get to see him. Tonight.

You drop your bag and coat right there on the floor in the hallway, kicking off your shoes and keenly stepping forward, taking the steps quickly, eager to see Van, calling up to him as you go.

"What the hell are you doing here? You're not supposed to be flying back until the day after tomorrow. I've been trying to call you all day. I thought you were ignoring me, I thought..."

Your words tail off as you reach the top step, noting that the trail of candles leads directly into the bathroom, so you follow them, coming to a stop in the doorway of the room.

The room's full of candles and there's a silver bucket perched on the sink containing what looks like a bottle of champagne. Van's sitting there on the side of the bath which is full to the top with the most fragrant bubbles. He's wearing just his boxers and a black shirt which is unbuttoned, and the widest smile as he looks up at you.

"Happy Valentine's Day love," he says softly.

Your hand shoots up to your mouth, stifling a gasp. "I can't believe you're actually here!"

The tears start to flow. You can't control them, you're just tired and emotional and now you're just so goddamn happy that you feel overwhelmed.

Van's smile is instantly replaced with concern and he springs up, reaching out for you. "What're you crying for? What's up? I thought you'd be pleased to see me!"

His hands go to your waist and he draws you in close. You slump forward into his arms, your whole body going slack. You wrap yourself around him tightly, burying your head in his bare chest.

"I am pleased to see you! It's nothing... really. You'll just think I'm being silly!" You sob quietly into his chest.

He gently places his hands on your shoulders so he can move back slightly to look at you. You relent, letting him move away, even though it's a wrench to leave his warm body.

"Come on... tell me what's up. What's happened?"

You take a deep breath, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand, trying to compose yourself. Van's made all this effort for a romantic evening and you're standing there a sobbing, snotty-nosed mess.

"It sounds silly now but I just thought you'd forgotten me. You didn't send a card, and then Emma got these gorgeous flowers at work and everyone thought you'd sent them to me, and you weren't even answering my calls... and I feel stupid now because here you are. Ughhh... just look at me."

You catch sight of yourself in the mirror as you reach out to grab a tissue and you look all red-faced and blotchy. You cover your face with your hands but feel Van's hands on yours, pulling them away. He places his fingers under your chin, tipping your face up towards his.

"Shit Y/N... I'm really sorry. I planned all this two weeks ago and booked a flight for right after the last show. I wanted it to be a surprise, that's why I didn't tell ya. Of course I wasn't going to forget ya. How could I? Come on, please don't cry."

He stretches out his thumb to catch a stray tear that's started to track down your face.

"It's so good to see you," you say, your voice coming out a little cracked. "I've missed you so much."

Van beams down on you and you take all of him in. He looks happy but tired like he always does after a tour. There's a tinge of darkness under his eyes and they're slightly puffy but there's still that sparkle there.

"I've missed you too love," he replies. "I swear it gets harder every time I go away, but it makes coming home all the better."

He holds out a hand to indicate the scene. "So... what d'ya think? It's your favourite bubble bath, that vanilla stuff you love. Sorry I didn't get you flowers or a card though..."

"No... no," you cut him off. "Don't apologise. This is... perfect. You're perfect."

You stretch up on your tip toes to plant a small kiss on his lips, all your worries melting away.

"I can't wait to give you your real present," he grins, fingers curling around your hips.

"Oh really? I can't guess what that's going to be!" Your tone is teasing, anticipating the possible meaning behind his words. Van's a passionate person and after three weeks of being apart you know that he'll certainly be wanting to get reacquainted with you properly in every sense.

He pretends to look offended, shaking his head. "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing that hasn't been said a million times before!" You laugh, grasping the hem of your t-shirt and pulling it up over your head.

"Anyone would think I had an ulterior motive! All I want to do is take a bubble bath with my beautiful girlfriend, drink a little champagne, maybe have a cuddle..."

"Oh... it's just a cuddle you want then? Right... I'll remind you of that then in a little while..."

You unzip your skirt and step out of it, watching Van slip his shirt off his shoulders until you're both standing there in your underwear.

"Ladies first," he gestures towards the bath. "I'll get this bottle open."

The bath looks so inviting with steam gently rising off the sweet-scented bubbles and the muted glow of the candlelight all around makes for a romantic setting. You smile to yourself, wondering why you ever doubted Van as you slip out of your underwear and step into the water, letting out a sigh at how good the warmth feels on your tired muscles. You sink down into the water, leaning back to look at your boyfriend. He hands you a glass of champagne, smiling down on you.

"I know most of the day's already gone, but I intend to make up for it. This is going to be the best Valentine's Day you've ever had."

You take a sip from your glass, the bubbles bursting on your tongue. "It already is the best..."

"And there'll be plenty more to come... and they're only going to get better and better."

He places his glass down on the side of the bath and slides his boxers down his hips, kicking them off. Then he's stepping into the water and coming to a rest facing you, curling his hands around your legs and lifting them so they're resting over his, his fingers tracing little patterns on your damp skin. God, you hadn't realised how much you missed his touch. Even after all the time you two have been together, something magical happens when you feel his skin on yours. You feel a flood of heat down low in your body.

"So... what's this surprise then? Can I have it now?" You say flirtatiously, looking at Van through your lashes.

He grins back at you, his fingertips trailing slightly higher, making your breath catch in your throat. "Nu-huh, not yet..." he says, tip-toeing his fingers up your thighs, his blue eyes glimmering with more than a hint of hunger now. "Think you can wait a bit longer?"

"No..." You shake your head slowly, catching your bottom lip in your teeth, fixing him with a look that's pure mischief.

You reach for Van's shoulders, pulling yourself up fully on to his lap so your body is flush against him. His hands move to your waist, his fingers splayed wide. "You can do what ya like to me and I'm still not gonna tell ya. You're gonna have to wait like I said..."

"Please," you purr, looking at him wide-eyed, but he just smirks back at you.

"Patience love..."

You're obviously going to have to up your game, but that's fine. You just happen to know all of Van's weaknesses. You dip your head, planting small, sweet kisses all over the skin of his shoulder, following the dusting of freckles there, moving towards the junction of his neck.

You hear his breathing deepen as your lips reach his neck, and your kisses turn more passionate, sucking gently at his skin. You breathe in the scent of him, hear him let out a small sigh as he tips his head back.

"Babe, you're not playing fair..."

"Hmmm... I know..." you hum against his skin, satisfied when you concentrate your efforts on that spot that makes him squirm and feel his pulse quicken under your lips.

"Fuckin’ ‘ell... you drive me crazy!"

You feel a hand on the back of your head, winding through your hair and raise your head to look at Van, seeing the affection and desire simmering in his eyes.

You lean in to kiss him, and when your lips connect you're overcome by your need for him, pushing your body into his, feeling his arousal in the water.

"I love you..." you breathe into his mouth, and he kisses you with a passion that makes your head spin.

"Love you too babe... so much," he replies in between kisses.

Making love to Van when he's back from tour always feels like the first time again. You're both so hungry and desperate for each other that you're a tangled mess of limbs and clashing hips, hands and lips on every available piece of skin. Your bodies move against each other, slick from the water, creating a delicious friction that has you both voicing your pleasure, your sensual moans and sighs filling the air.

Van buries his head in the crook of your neck as he lets himself go, breathing your name against your skin. You both cling to each other like you're afraid to let go, Van with his hands wrapped tightly around your waist and you with your arms around his back whilst your breathing returns to normal, hearts still racing.

"Oops I think I might have scratched your back up!" You giggle eventually, and Van chuckles.

"I love it... you're like a little wildcat!"

"Can't help myself," you laugh, disentangling yourself from his arms as he protests.

"Don't go... I was enjoying that," he says, sticking his bottom lip out in a silly, sulky expression. His hair's damp from the humid air in the bathroom and his pale skin is flushed from the warm water and he looks so bloody cute that you hesitate, but then you remember his comment from earlier.

"Oh... I want my surprise now... unless that was it?"

Van puts on a mock-offended tone, raising a hand to his chest like he's nursing a broken heart. "Am I not enough for you love? I'm deeply hurt!"

"Well... a girl's gotta keep her options open," you tease. "But I'm not opposed to a bit more cuddling if you insist!"

You manoeuvre yourselves in the bath so Van's sitting behind you and you're leaning back into him, your back against his chest. You sip your champagne, catching up on life, Van telling you all about the tour and you telling him about what you've been up to whilst he's been away. You feel at peace when you're in his arms, and you think there's nowhere else in the world you'd rather be at that precise moment. He completes you.

After a while Van starts to fidget behind you. "We'd better get out. I reckon your surprise should be arriving any time now... and if we stay in here any longer we're gonna be shrivelled up like prunes!"

You don't want to move, but the bubbles have dispersed and the champagne's been drunk and the water has cooled, so you reluctantly peel yourself away from Van, rising up out of the water and grabbing two large bath-towels from the towel rack.

"What on earth have you got planned McCann?" You eye him suspiciously as you both dry yourselves off.

"Wait and see... you're gonna love it..."

You both slip into the fluffy bathrobes that Van proudly presented to you after his last tour, when he delightedly recounted the tale of how he'd pinched them from some posh hotel the band had stayed in. Every time you wear them it makes you smile to yourself. Despite the band's level of fame these days Van is still that same, cheeky teenager he was when the band first started out. He still gets overwhelmed by fancy hotels and plush suites, and his humble nature is just one of the many things that you love about him.

"Come on love... let's go downstairs... it's nearly time!" 

The excitement is evident in his voice as he grasps your hand, guiding you out of the bathroom. You're bursting with intrigue now, wondering what he has planned. It's got to be at least 7pm by now, what on earth could be arriving at this time? It's far too late for a courier to be bringing something. But you don't have to wait long...

The doorbell rings as you're making your way down the stairs and you can just make out a shadowy figure behind the frosted glass.

Van wastes no time in flinging the door wide open, the chilly February night air flooding the warm house. You're shocked to see Larry standing there with his usual boyish grin on his face.

"Alright Y/N? Good to see ya!"

Then before you can reply his eyes move swiftly between you and Van, taking in your attire, and you watch as they bulge a little as he steps back, suddenly awkward.

"Shit! Have I interrupted something?"

You giggle, ushering Larry inside. "No, no... of course not. Come in Larry, it's bloody freezing out there!"

He hesitates. "Hold on..." Then his eyes flick to Van. "You... errr ready for 'em then?"

"What the hell are you going on about?" You ask, bewildered, watching the boys exchange secretive glances.

Van turns to you, hands on your shoulders. "Right... I want to you to go and sit in the living room, okay? And you've got to keep your eyes closed."

"But..." you start, but Van cuts you off, steering you backwards down the hallway as he speaks.

"Come on, don't ruin the surprise. It'll be worth it, I promise. Just go and sit down and shut your eyes. And don't open them until I say so. Okay?"

"Okay!" You reply, your mind whirling with possibilities, your stomach teeming with butterflies. You just know it's going to be something special by the excited twinkle in Van's eyes.

You do as instructed, taking a seat on the sofa, your ears straining to catch Van and Larry's hushed tones as they plot in the hallway.

"They're cute an' all mate, but they're a bleeding nightmare. One of 'ems already chewed up a pair of my trainers!" You hear Larry hiss before you hear his footsteps trailing outside to his car. Now you're even more confused. What the hell is going on?

There's quiet for a moment as both boys step outside, presumably to Larry's car. You can just make out Van's excited chatter but the words are unintelligible. Your heart's practically beating out of your chest with suspense now as you hear them enter the house again.

"You got your eyes closed?" Van calls and you shout back that you have, screwing them shut as tight as you can.

Your ears are pricked to pick up the slightest sound as you hear Larry's heavy footsteps followed by Van's softer ones, his bare feet slapping on the wooden flooring of the hallway. But there's another sound too, a quiet whimpering sound getting closer. It sounds remarkably like a small animal, maybe a dog... maybe a puppy...

"Oh my god!" You squeal, as your eyes flick open to see not one, but two tiny golden Labrador puppies, one in Van's arms and one in Larry's.

You shoot on to your feet in an instant and Larry's holding his arms outstretched, offering the tiny puppy to you which you accept gently, and it immediately nestles into your arms, pressing its small wet nose against your chest.

"Van!" You cry, shocked. "You did it, you got a puppy... well two puppies! But I thought you said we shouldn't get one?"

Van tears himself away from making gooey-eyes at the small bundle of fluff in his arms to look at you. "Yeah, well... I got round to thinking maybe we could manage after all. And Benji's mum said she'd be happy to look after them if we're ever both away. And I thought maybe you'd need a man about the house when I'm away on tour next!"

"Or two!" Larry adds, nodding at the puppy you're holding.

"They're both boys?" You say, stepping over to pet the puppy that Van's holding, laughing as it immediately starts to try and climb out of Van's arms and into your already overloaded arms. "Hey there little fella!"

"Oh that's right," Van chuckles, looking down at the escapee. "I'm the one who picked you and now you don't even wanna know me! I can see how this is going to go!"

Van beckons for you to sit down again and both puppies excitedly climb all over you, wagging their tiny tails and burrowing into the fabric of your robe. You're still in disbelieving amazement, totally enamoured of your new pets.

"Van... I still can't believe it. I don't know what to say! Thank you so much. Oh my god I feel like crying again!"

You're overcome with emotion again but hold it in, partly embarrassed as Larry's still standing there. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he watches you cuddling the puppies. "I tell ya what Y/N, Van's been driving me up the wall with planning all this out! He was on the phone to the rescue centre practically every day for the last two weeks. Even had me ringing up too!"

Van grins at his best friend. "Thanks mate I owe ya one."

"Yeah, well you definitely owe me a pair of new trainers!" Larry grumbles but he's still smiling. "And he was so sure he was only getting one dog... then when we turned up there this afternoon to pick him up, soft lad here decides he can't leave with just one! You're lucky you didn't get about five of 'em! I had to drag him away in the end!"

"Well?" Van says, dropping to his knees to tickle one of the puppies under the chin. "Look how cute they are! And I reckoned Little Van needed a pal!"

"Little Van?" You blurt out. "Oh no, I'm naming them. We're not calling one Van! Maybe we could call one of them Bob?"

You giggle as one of the puppies clambers up your body, trying to lick your face. "You're cute like Bob aren't you?" You coo at him.

You're all laughing, and then Larry loudly announces that he's going. "I'll be off then... leave you two lovebirds to it."

Van sees Larry out and then he's back, flopping down on the sofa next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "You all good then Y/N?"

"Hmm? Yeah... yeah..." you reply, barely looking up, too engrossed in your new pets. "Oh look at this one. Look at his little face! You're just adorable aren't you? Oh Van... look at him... Van? Van?"

There's no response so you look up eventually, and you find Van is watching you intently. His gaze is pooling with so much love and adoration it makes you pause, a warm glow flooding you.

"What?" You say quietly.

"Nothing love... It's just seeing you so happy like this... it makes me realise how happy I am too. We're like a little family now aren't we?"

You move closer to Van, the little puppies whimpering and nuzzling into both of you.

"Yes," you say. "Yes we are."

[french-goodbye]

no one knows me quite the way you do 

summary: a lazy afternoon in eddie's room and soft kisses. that's it. pairing: eddie munson x reader notes: this is my first fanfic ever and english isnt my first language so i'm kinda nervous lol. constructive criticism is always appreciated! anyway, hope you enjoy! 💖

it's a quiet afternoon in eddie's bedroom, both of your shoes strewn around, backpacks thrown on the floor. you're laying down on your back on his bed and he's laying on top of you, your legs framing his body, his head resting on top of your stomach and both of his hands underneath your t-shirt, hands splayed on your back, resting against your bra straps.

your fingers sink into his hair and you gently scratch his scalp with one hand, the other holding a book that softly rests against his head. you occasionally stop your stroking to turn to the next page but you're even barely reading, his weight on top of yours, the kiss tape playing quietly in the background and the softness of the afternoon making your mind fuzzy and blurry around the corners.

you pick up your bookmark, mark the page you stopped at and put your book aside. one of your hands goes back to his hair, while the other rests on his neck and snakes through the collar of his shirt to scratch lightly at the skin of his shoulders. enjoying the quietness and planning on maybe taking a nap yourself.

you feel him wake up before actually seeing it, the way his fingers twitch against your skin, the soft groan that echoes from the back of his throat and how he nuzzles his face against your tummy.

"hey handsome" you say pushing his bangs away from his face with your fingers.

his eyes finally open slowly before he blinks a couple of times in quick succession and groans again softly before faceplanting into your stomach. you giggle at him as you sink your hands into his hair and pull it into a makeshift ponytail away from his face.

"wake up sleepyhead" you tell him fondly, as you feel one of his hands scratch against your waist and try to pull you closer than possible. he answers you, but it comes out all garbled against the fabric of your shirt. you laugh at his antics but leave him be for now, sliding your hands from his hair to his arms and stroking the skin there while you wait for him to actually wake up. a couple of minutes later he finally picks his head up and rests your chin on your tummy

"hey." he says, voice still hoarse from sleep. "what are you up to?"

"nothing, i was reading but i couldn't focus so i was just waiting for you to wake up" you answer him honestly, pointing at your book still on the bed with your finger, but before you can rest your hand against his skin again he picks it up and presses it against his cheek.

"were you watching me sleep? 'cause that's creepy" he asks with a teasing smile, moving your hand again to press a soft kiss to the knuckles of your fingers.

"i wasn't watching you! also it's not creepy if we're dating" you answer as you lightly slap his shoulder with your free hand.

he just smiles his smug grin before saying: "whatever you say, babe".

you groan at him and lay your head back on his pillows behind your head to stare at the ceiling.

"shut up." you mumble.

you feel his hand push at your top, exposing the skin of your belly right up until the band of your bra before he starts kissing the skin around your belly button, one of his hands interlocking his fingers with yours as the other pins you down so he can keep you still.

"hey, don't be mad at me." he says and you have a hard time understanding him with the way his lips barely separate from your skin to speak.

"i'm not! you're just an idiot" you answer as your free hand finds it's way back to his hair to keep his head where it is.

"am i?" he asks, softly biting the fat of your tummy, his free hand squeezing at the doughy skin of your thighs with his rough fingertips.

"yeah" you answer, more a sigh than a word, enjoying all his attention on you and the feeling of his lips.

his lips continue to move around your skin, keeping you ply and vulnerable beneath him, before he blows a raspberry on your tummy. you squeal as you hear his laughter against you and loudly whine "eddie, don't!" and try to squirm away from him, but his hands keep you pined and he forces his body weight against yours to stop.your moving around.

he keeps doing it and you squirm on his bed, still laughing and squealing as you hear his laughter join yours. he moves against you to climb up your body, settling his hips between yours and planting his elbow next to your face so he can lay on top of you. his smiling face appears in front you, instead of the popcorn ceiling of his bedroom.

"hi" he says, his free hand settling on the bend of your knee to move your leg so he can settle more comfortably against you.

"hi" you say, tears in your eyes from laughing too much and sliding your hands underneath his shirt to squeeze his trim waist and pull his body closer to yours, then closer. and closer still.

"you're an idiot, and i hate you" you say, though your eyes twinkle with fondness.

"nah, you don't" he says, scrunching his face, laughter still in the corner of his month. "i'm way too good of a kisser for you to hate me"

you scoff and raise your brows "okay, you know wha...." he's silencing before you can finish, pressing your lips to yours.

you let him.

[whatiwillsay]

Cam I love you babe and I’m for trayvis Sunday was cute but pleaseeee stop sucking these guys dicks so hard. Same thing with matty at first. Let’s see what happens for a minute before fully being on his dick!

as i said on the patreon last night- i cannot control what taylor swift does i can only control my reactions to what she does. it is more fun to be positive and a little cracked out during silly times like these and tbh travis is one of the best guys she's ever dated. i don't even remember sucking matty's dick much at all just saying they were definitely real and he makes some bops and having some cracked out fun when they went public. once all the nasty shit came out about matty i fully turned on him but what else am i supposed to do? i am a fan of taylor. if she is sucking someone's dick (or eating someone's pussy) i'm gonna suck and eat too.

travis is awesome working with bud light while everyone was shitting on them for working with a trans person, being pro-vaccine, and kneeling during the anthem to stand in solidarity with black people protesting against police brutality. if taylor were hanging out with a woman doing this stuff you'd all be eating her ass. and also show me one time joe alwyn ever did stuff like that. or shitty calvin harris or stuck up jake gyllenhall. or absolute trash bag matty healy? travis is literally the best dude she's ever dated from my view.

i fully think trayvis is unserious and will be over in a short time (and could be fake) but while it's going on i'm going to have some fun and see what taylor might appreciate about this guy. and BEST BELIEVE if she were dating a woman i would be FAR more lit and bellying up to eat that woman's ass so fast and doing all sorts of celebrations.

anyway i fully already addressed this on my hour and a half first reaction to trayvis on the patreon:

we're here to find the truth first and have some fun while we do it. while we are trying to sort out the truth of this i'm going to have some fun damn it you need to lighten up!

[palimpsessed]

Hello! Did you know? We are less than one week out from the start of Erotic Grope Fest! Next Tuesday be on the lookout for the first works to be posted!

As for myself, I somehow have three concurrent WIP fics. One of them is for EGF, so you shall see that in completed form soon. One of them is for COBB, and since matching hasn’t happened yet, previews will remain vague. And of course the third WIP is my baby, my epic, Slings and Eros. As previously teased, I plan to update on Friday!

I’m sharing from all three today, because I can, so I’ll drop it all under the cut.

Thanks for tagging me @cutestkilla and @larkral !

Let’s go in order of posting dates!

First up we have SAE. This is from the chapter that will be going up this week. Baz:

We're not to be afforded the luxury of a bath this morning, so I am forced to make do by splashing cold water from the ewer on my face. I try to scrub the sticky, grainy sleep from my eyes, but the action does nothing to soothe them from the abuse of my lack of sleep.

My lack of sleep, owing in particular to a handful of absolutely unmanageable revelations from last night, each somehow more unbelievable than the last.

From my EGF fic, Good for Him. Simon:

He tweaks one of my nipples—not hard—and I yelp in surprise.

"What are you up to?" He asks, his teasing tone dripping honey that runs from his throat and into my ears. He pokes my belly. It makes me want to laugh, even though it doesn't tickle.

I smile and lean over him to tuck another kiss in, this one at the nape of his neck, just on the edge of his hairline.

I know the scars from his Turning are hidden there. I've found them before. I've fit my teeth over them. I'd like to do it now. I don't.

"I love you," I tell him. Because it's true, and because I think he could always do with hearing it. I could always do with saying it.

He didn't believe me the first time I told him. I think he believes me now.

"I love you," he says, but he sounds like he's still trying to puzzle out whether there's a greater purpose behind my words and my kisses.

The greatest purpose, as far as I'm concerned.

And! From my COBB. Baz:

[Simon] follows without a word, but I hear another low chuckle.

I will my brain to think about anything else. I try to conjure images of sad puppies and kittens, but the tiny, defenseless animals betray me when my mind's eye pans out to reveal they're being lovingly cradled against a pair of bulging pectorals.

I shake the image out of my head before I think about replacing the puppies and kittens with my face, and press the button for the lift.

I’m not actively writing on my COBB just yet, so I likely won’t show more of that for a while. But I’m so pumped for pairings soon!!!

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[lunazuniga-smith]

Fashionably Late A/N: look who decided to arrive Date: Thursday, September 28th. (Also, fashionably late to post!) @detkhamani

Luna

,"And that is my get ready with me while I'm in labor!" Luna smiled at the camera of her laptop as she pulled up her maternity biker shorts and then threw herself on her and Khamani's bed. She was doing fine. Great, even. After lugging all her stuff to labor and delivery only to be told the baby isn't ready yet really did put a damper on things the night before. She spent a good amount of time yelling and punching the air, walking around, doing exercise, eating spicy foods and exhausting poor Khamani with sex that she thought it was all out of her system. Today, she'd spend the morning talking to her followers, practicing her breathing and trying to remain zen but as she laid on their bed, Luna's annoyance crept up. She gently placed her hands on her belly and sighed. "Please come out so we can meet you, baby! Mommy is so very tired and she wants sushi and a giant pillow and I promise I'll give you all the cuddles if you come out right now!" She was already post date which meant she could be induced by now but she refused to get any sort of medication. After speaking with Juniper, Luna felt this was the path she wanted to go on. The path of unmedicated birth! And that meant no induction. Everything at it's due time. And right when she was about to answer follower questions, she felt another contraction come on. "Oh my God. OH MY GOD! KHAMANI!"

Khamani

Khamani had been doing everything he could think of and was advised of him to help Luna's labor along. And while he wasn't necessarily complaining about the abundance of sex they'd been having lately, adding the day-to-day, and running around with Cannon in the backyard almost daily after he got home from school was making him physically tired. He'd already planned to start his paternity leave from the agency on Luna's due date and because they were small but effective, he'd had flexibility in his schedule.

Presently, he'd been napping on the couch after taking Cannon over to his sister's salon to hang out with her--thankful that she and Tyla offered to keep him entertained overnight. But he'd barely managed to keep his eyes shut before Luna's shouts jolted him out of his sleep. Khamani shot up and practically leapt off the couch, ran--and half slid--across the hardwood floor to their bedroom. "What is it, babe?! Is it time?? The go bag's already in my car."

Luna

She looked up at Khamani, tears in her eyes and the notifications on the computer poured in. This is not what she wanted to do on her live. "Turn it off. Tell them anything!" Luna began her breathing techniques and as she did so she whimpered softly. "It's another contraction. Should we go? I don't know what to do! If I go, they're going to drug me and I swear, I'll flick Dr. Leonard's forehead if he mentions Pitocin again!" The zen Luna hoped she'd find was slipping away from her fingers and oh, her poor husband was left dealing with her flip-flopping meltdowns. "Ok, okay...it's gone..." She took another deep breath. That one was bad. I think she's ready...call Dr. Leonard and tell him we're coming and we're not leaving until they hook me up to a monitor!"

Khamani —

Khamani, who was usually calm, cool and collected had to pause to really take in the scene. Luna was laying on the bed, clutching her belly, and her laptop and ring light were set up on the dresser just a few feet in front of their bed.  His brows furrowed, "You're recording right now?" he asked, calming a bit from his panic as he now strode over to her laptop. Seeing himself appear in the tiny rectangular window in the upper corner, Khamani thought for all of two seconds on what to say to Luna's followers before going, "Uh... show's over for now. Bye." There wasn't anything else he could think to say on the fly but he shut off the camera, ended the live stream, and then turned off the ring light so his attention was fully on Luna. After listening to her, he was about to offer her his hand for support, but the contraction subsided. "Okay. Yeah. We're gonna go. No more waiting or tricks to speed this up." He grabbed some shoes to put on and a light hoodie, and then went to Luna again, "What do you need right now? What shoes do you wanna wear on th way there?" He rubbed the back of his neck while looking around the room, "And uh... oh! Okay before we actually leave, you're one hundred percent sure on the clothes you packed for yourself and for baby girl's homecoming outfit, right?"

Luna —

"No more tricks..." She breathed in and out and watched Khamani, who was usually calm look kind of nervous. It was endearing, cute even and she flashed him a tiny smile. Before she could tell him how adorable he was in that moment, Luna felt another contraction come on and she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Ahhh!! Baby! Baby! Ohhhh...." She began her breathing exercises again and for a split-second, Luna considered texting Junipet. She did not want any drugs. She'd find a way. "I--mm hmm mm hmm it's all in there. Can you find my slides? I don't think anything else fits right now." Luna was breathing through this last contraction that felt like absolute hell ripping through her. "Khamani...no drugs, okay?" She looked up to him with pleading eyes. "I can---ahhh. I can do this...."

Khamani —

For a moment, Khamani was torn between crouching beside Luna and helping her through her contraction as best as possible, and gathering up the items needed for them to go. But he ultimately decided to go to Luna, giving her one hand to hold while his other hand rubbed firm circles along her lower back. "You've got this, babe. Keep on breathing. Just keep breathing." He heard what she said and nodded. "You got it. I'll get those, and I'll get the bag." Lifting her hand, he kissed her knuckles and once he had the opportunity to free his hand, he got up from the bed and moved quickly, less out of nervousness and more out of sheer urgency for Luna. He'd snatched up the go bag from their closet and found her slides by the foot of their bed. After plucking a lightweight hoodie for her from their closet and slinging it over his shoulder, Khamani came back to the bed, preparing to put th shos on his wife's feet. "No drugs. I hear you, babe. You've got this. Let's get your shoes on and get going." He'd help her to her feet--hell, he'd carry her to the car if need be.

Luna —

Luna was trying her hardest to put on a brave face. All she wanted was to make it back to the hospital and to not be sent back home again. It had already been hours. "Once the baby is born, I want all you can eat sushi. All of it." She continued her breathing as she got up on her feet. "And a keylime pie. Maybe Tiramisu. Maybe both." She followed Khamani out to the car, gripping his hand the moment she felt another contraction begin. "Ohhhh! Oh God, Oh God. I'm going to have this baby in the middle of San Francisco traffic, aren't I? Ohhhh!!" She breathed in and out, in and out. "Why didn't they just keep me the first time?" She felt her tears fall down her face.  "I've been in labor for a million hours!"

Khamani

"You can have whatever you want, Sunshine. You'll have more than earned it," Khamani promised, helping her to her feet after her shoes were on. He'd had the bag slung over one shoulder and her hoodie draped over it, walking with her. His hand pulsed a bit with her tight grip but he took a deep breath and said, "You've got this. You're not having the baby in the middle of traffic. Just keep breathing. We'll get there, alright?" He ducked his head to get Luna to look him in his eyes. "I've got you, alright? You and me, baby." He pecked her forehead and then opened her door to help her inside the passenger's seat. After tossing the bag in the back with the pre-installed car seat and Cannon's booster, Khamani got into the driver's seat, started up his car and carefully but vigilantly began the drive to the hospital.

Luna —

"Thank you," Luna whispered as she tried to shuffle toward the car. Sure, Khamani had to say these things to keep her comfortable but Luna was too busy thinking about the  possibility of having this baby in the middle of traffic. When he stopped to look at her in the eyes, she gently pressed her forehead against his and nodded. That's what did it. She needed his calm, his patience, his perfect disposition. Khamani was the best partner she could ever ask for. "You and me." She sighed and climbed into the car with his help. She leaned back a little, placing her phone on her belly and still in awe at how much the baby had dropped over the last couple of days. She was huge. She didn't feel this huge at their shower. "Baby girl, I'm going to need you to help mommy and daddy convince labor and delivery to take me this time, okay? So, give it your all. Don't hold back!" She looked over to Khamani when he climbed in. "I think she likes it in there way too much."

Khamani —

While Khamani drove, he offered his free hand to Luna and listened to her talk to their baby. He'd chuckled a bit and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "What's not to like? She gets fed, housed and soothed by your voice on a regular basis." He was thankful the traffic wasn't too congested this time of day and that they didn't live terribly far from the hospital. It was the traffic lights that mostly held them up. Each time they reached a red light, he looked over to Luna to make sure she was still breathing steadily and then his eyes went back to the road in time for the green light. "Almost there, babe," he promised. And sure enough, when they arrived at the hospital, he parked as close to the entrance as possible and grabbed the go bag from the back seat before coming around to the passenger's side to help Luna out. "We're not going home with just the two of us. They're not sending us back home, alright?" He leaned in and kissed Luna's temple and then prepared to walk with her inside so they could head up to Labor and Delivery.

Luna —

She had two contractions in the car but nothing too painful or too out of the ordinary. She had been dealing with Braxton Hicks since before her due date and at the rate she was going, they were pale in comparison to the ones she had before leaving the house. Luna was starting to believe maybe this was a false alarm too. Khamani's reassuring words were like music to her ears. Even with her erratic demands, he still made her feel like she was on top of the world. "Alright. I believe you." She did. There was nothing that would take that away from her. And as they got into the elevator, she felt a contraction come on, more painful than the ones at home and she felt everything differently this time. "Ohhhh!! Khamani!" She grabbed on to her belly and as soon as the ding of the elevator went off, she was begging for a wheelchair.  "Ahhh!!! I'm in labor! I've been in labor for too long and I swear if I don't get a bed, I'm going to have this baby on this AHHHH nursing station!" she began to breathe in and out.

Khamani —

"Yeah, babe?" Khamani replied, trying to keep his voice level, even though he'd been alert and watching the way Luna clutched her rounded tummy. The more he stared at her, the more he was doubting that she'd be able to walk off. Hell, he'd carry her if he had to. He could do it without issue. But Luna's cries about being in labor and getting a bed were enough to grab attention at the nurse's station. A couple of them jumped into action with one hurrying around the counter to bring one of the wheelchairs to them while another grabbed a clipboard. Apparently it was a slow night on the L&D floor which suited Khamani. He helped ease Luna into the wheelchair while answering questions that one of the nurses began asking--the questions he could answer anyway. But he could sense that the nurse was about to turn a set of questions onto Luna and, if her expression was any indication, she wasn't in any position to answer them at the moment. "Uh, lemme stop you right thre for a sec," Khamani said as the one nurse wheeled Luna off the elevator and towards a vacant room. Khamani followed with the second nurse making hurried strides to keep up. "I'm not in the business of telling other folks how to do their job, she's having a contraction right now. So if you could save your questions for when she's not in the middle of one, you're gonna get better answers."

Luna —

,,Luna was so grateful for Khamani. She truly didn't know what she'd do without him and as time went on, the reality of all of this was finally setting in. She was happy for the wheelchair, even happier that this big contraction was subsiding and for a split second, she almost begged for pain medications but she knew she still had time. If worse came to worse, she'd ask for them or she'd give Khamani the signal.

"Right. Apologies. Contractions are less far apart than when she was here earlier, it seems. We're going to hook her up to a monitor. I'll page Dr. Leonard." The nurse that had been talking to Khamani seemed to be the most steady of them all and Luna breathed as she felt the next contraction begin. "Hi Luna! I'm Nurse Maggie and we're going to get you started. This monitor over here is going to be your best friend, it's going to let us know how baby girl is doing, okay?" After Luna was settled on her bed, the other nurses assisted in changing her behind a closed curtain with Khamani's assistance. Maggie then moved to hold on to Luna's hand as the contraction set in. "Oh that's a big one. Okay, Dad, come over here, take her hand for me." The nurse walked over to the computer in the room and began to open Luna's chart. "Non-medicated birth." She whispered and then looked over her shoulder to keep an eye on Luna. "Okay, sweetheart. I really think if you're going to want medications, now is the time. It's my job to walk you both through this. Just keep breathing and let me know what the two of you decide." She looked over to the monitor. "Baby is doing great."

Luna felt the hot tears falling down her cheeks as she continued her breathing exercises. "Why isn't he here yet?" Meaning the doctor. She squeezed her husband's hand. "Text---ohhhh! Ahh! ok-ok. Text Juni. How did they do this?! TWICE!?! And Celeste looks like a goddess!!! AND I KNOW SEBTONY DIDN'T HAVE THOSE BABIES BUT THEY HAVE THREE AND SOMEHOW THEY LOOK LIKE SUPERMODELS!" she began to really cry this time and Nurse Maggie flashed a gentle smile to the couple.

Khamani —

"That's how this is all supposed to go, right?" Khamani asked a little rhetorically when he heard the nurse compare Luna's contractions now to earlier. Neither of them had been happy that she was sent home the first time but they followed orders and left. This time though, Khamani was going to advocate for his wife and daughter. He stayed by Luna's side as much as possible and helped the nurses with changing her out of her clothes and into a hospital gown. Once she was settled on the bed and strapped to the monitors, he heard the nurse ask about medication. Holding Luna's hand, he looked in her eyes and goddammit if he didn't hate seeing her in so much agony.

He was just about to open his mouth and see if Luna had changed her mind when she told him to text their friend, and then continued with their outburst." Khamani froze through it, free hand bumping his cellphone in his sweats pocket, brows raised slightly. Did she just ask about Sebastián and Antony..? Supermodels? Out loud, Khamani composed himself and said, "Babe, everybody's different, okay? Everybody. If you wanna have medication, it's ok. Kendra did when she had Tyla. I dunno what Celeste did but you get to do this in whatever way's gonna be best for you okay?" He brushed some rebellious strands of hair from her face and then kissed her forehead. "You and me, babe. I'm right here for my goddess."

Luna —

"I love you." Luna cried to her husband as she continued breathing. "It's okay--" She breathed in and out. " we have time." Of course they had time, last they checked the baby wasn't budging, she was happily tucked in there and Luna was doing great, they still had time.  They had tons of-- "AHHHH! OH GOD. WHERE'S DOCTOR LEONARD? WHERE IS? I CAN'T DO THIS! I can't do this! Why'd you do this to me?!" She looked up at Khamani and the nurse tried to hide her smile.

"Deep breaths, you two. You both got it!" The nurse tried to soothe Luna but she was screaming through the pain. "Luna, honey Are you sure you don't want any..."

"GIVE ME THE DRUGS!" Luna squeezed Khamani's hand with all her might.

"Hello, hello! It's my favorite patient!" Dr. Leonard walked in and Luna shot daggers at him. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I've been keeping up with her monitoring and she seems to be doing--" the doctor took a peek at Luna's monitor. "Uh-Maggie My patient is asking for drugs. Get the epidural in.  That baby is coming before we know it. Luna, we've already gone through this and how it works we just have to do it a bit quicker. This is going to kick in 15 minutes and then we're going to have to really push, okay?" He looked up at Khamani. "I'm sorry, I thought we had a lot more time."

Khamani —

Khamani offered Luna a gentle but encouraging smile and kept his hand in hers. When she hollered again, he braced himself for her grip tightening and then jerked his chin back, eyes widening a fraction when she rounded on him as the fault for her current state. For a second, he considered answering her but a split second of better thinking kept him from losing his head from the rest of his body.

His wife's decision to be medicated through the rest of the labor caught Khamani by surprise but the last thing he was going to do at that moment was question her certainly.  She looked like she was in the worst pain of her life and who the hell was he to question that?

"Whatever you want, babe. As soon as we can, we'll get it for you." But he didn't know he'd made that promise prematurely at the time. Listening to Dr. Leonard, his briws furrowed. "Wait, what? What are you saying?" He asked. "We had a lot of time a few minutes ago. Is it really time for her to push now?"

Luna —

Once the epidural was on, Luna couldn't help the tears falling down her face. "Why did I think I could do this?" She shook her head and held on to Khamani. "It might be too late for the drugs now." Dr. Leonard had the room prepped for delivery as quickly as possible, dreading facing his patient and her spouse now that their timeline had changed. "I'm so sorry, Khamani. I don't know where we went wrong. She probably should have been triaged hours ago. There's a slight possibility the medications won't kick in fast enough but Luna, we're here for you and we're going to have a safe delivery!" he waited for the nurse to help Luna up in a sitting position. Luna looked up at her husband. "I'm so scared." It was the first time she had admitted that to him. She had a whole life in her hands. "I'm so---ahhhh! Ohhh! Oh no, no no no no " Luna extended her free hand and Maggie the nurse ran to take it so she can squeeze it.

"Okay, we're going to start pushing, Luna. I need you to really push for us, okay?"

Khamani —

"Because you can do this," Khamani told her, looking right into his wife's eyes. He tried not to show his upset towards Dr. Leonard at the mention of Luna needing to be triaged hours ago a day the fact that they had already been up at the hospital before only to be sent back home. He kept one hand in Luna's and brought the other up to  brush some rebellious strands of hair from her face. He leaned close to whisper just above her ear, "You can do this, Sunshine. I know you're in a lot of pain right now but you're gonna be able to get through this and bring our little girl into this world."

He kissed the side of her head twice and then leaned back to look her in her eyes again when it came time for her to push.

Luna —

She couldn't do this without him and Luna knew in that moment exactly what she needed to do. She needed to focus on him and only him.  She wasn't going to think about anyone else in the room. If she concentrated on Khamani, Luna would have nothing to be scared of because he was her rock and she was his. She nodded, keeping her breathing paced just like she had learned and then she pushed, letting out the biggest scream all the while squeezing both hands she was holding on to.

"That's good, Luna! I'm going to need you to push just like that!"

She nodded, tears stinging her eyes and Luna was determined. Another push and her yells could probably be heard down the hall. "Oh my God!" Luna continued her breathing before pushing again.

"She's crowning! Almost there, Luna!"

Khamani —

Khamani kept his eyes locked on Luna the entire time, matching her breaths as much as possible without huffing in her face. "Good job, babe! You're doing it! Wonder Woman, babe!" Khamani complimented through her screams and yells, keeping an even but determined tone. He wiped the tears from one side of her face with his free hand and kept his eyes on her. Seeing her in so much pain felt like his heart being used as a pincushion. But his pain was nothing compared to what Luna was going through, he knew that.

Hearing the update over his shoulder nearly tempted Khamani to look but he thought better of it, very, very quickly and said, "You're  almost done, Sunshine and then we'll get to meet her. Just a little more and then you're done." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and said, "You got this!"

Luna —

Luna began to sob. The pain was numbing at this point. It was her husband's encouraging words that had brought her to tears. They really were a team and she loved him so much. She locked eyes with him and then squeezed both his and Maggie's hand tight She wished Kendra was here or her mother or Luz but she was happy that Khamani was there with her. With all the strength she could muster, Luna pushed hard, yelling through the pain and almost falling back from the exhaustion until ...

"It's a girl!" The cries from her daughter filled the room and Luna felt her entire body shake from how fragile she was. "is he---is she ok? ten fingers, ten toes..." Luna laid back gently, searching Khamani's face for a response.

"Mr. Smith, would you like to do the honors?" The nurse reached for the scissor and handed it to Khamani.

Khamani —

Seeing Luna cry made his broad shoulders fall. He was fighting the pin prices in his chest and the upset  simmering in his head that it could have been eased were they here sooner or not sent away before. But neither of them could change that now. "Stay with me, Luna," Khamani  gently encouraged, prepared to lean forward and start rubbing her back.

But he didn't have the chance before their little girl entered the world and announced her presence without question. He broke eye contact so he could look and see their newborn daughter whom they laid on Luna's  belly while wiping her back. Khamani gazed in awe and then smiled to his wife. He leaned in and kissed Luna's forehead and cheek. "She's okay. All her hands, feet, fingers and toes. You did it, Sunshine. You did it." He squeezed her hand and gave her one more kiss, this time full on her lips and then gently released her hand for the first time since they got going with the labor.

Flexing and relaxing his fingers a few times, he nodded to nurse, "Yeah," he replied, feeling the word get a little choked up in his throat. He accepted the scissors and followed the instructions on where to cut the cord. And then smiled all over again as nurse Maggie carried their little girl to a nearby area to finish cleaning her up and swaddling her. Khamani set his sights back to Luna, "You did such a good job, babe. Damn, I'm so proud of you. You ready to meet our little troublemaker?"

Luna —

Focusing only on her husband , his encouragement, the way he kept his breathing paired with hers, Luna felt safe. When she heard the cries of their baby girl, her entire body collapsed. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment forever.

Luna felt her tears of joy fall down her cheeks as she watched her husband tend to their baby girl. She fought back a few giggles that became muffled with her quiet cries and then smiled widely when Khamani told her she had done such a good job.  “I love you so much. I couldn’t have done this without you.” All the grief and upset she had felt just moments ago was now gone. The only thing that mattered was that their daughter was healthy. Nodding her head in response to Khamani’s question, Luna looked ove to the nurse that was holding their bundle of joy. “Hey, baby girl. Fashionably late like your mommy, huh?” She waited eagerly for the newborn to be placed in her arms.

Khamani —

With his eyes still on the nurses tending to their daughter, Khamani dropped another kiss to the top of Luna's head and told her, "I love you too." He smiled a bit, believing that she would have powered through the labor of birthing their daughter no matter what, but he was thankful that they never had to know anything different than the two of them being together through the arrival of their daughter.

He watched as the nurse brought their newborn back over to her parents and placed the tiny bundle of baby into Luna's waiting arms. Reaching in his back pocket, Khamani took out his phone to capture photos of the moment from Luna's side. Two of the most important people in his life were finally getting to meet after months of waiting. "Beautiful like her mommy too," Khamani quietly added, locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. "Hey, baby girl," he added with a gentleness to his voice and a bright smile stretched on his lips.

Luna —

She was the perfect mix of the two of them and as her daughter was placed into her arms, Luna felt the tears form once more. “Hi baby… oh my gosh you’re so tiny!” She was six pounds, nine ounces, 19 inches but to Luna, her daughter was a little nugget. “I love you so much, peanut. Welcome to the world. Everyone’s been waiting so patiently. Especially me and daddy.” Luna slipped her finger into her daughter’s tiny grasp. “I love you so much. We’re going to protect you and love you and shower you with kisses and take you to comic cons and probably annoy you too…” Luna smiled.

She looked up at Khamani who was sitting behind them and smiled. “We have two of the most beautiful kids. My little family. “. She couldn’t wait for Cannon to meet his sister.

Dr. Leonard had taken a moment to clean up and came back to check in on the couple and their newborn, letting them know the baby was great and Luna had done an amazing job.

He shook Khamani’s hand and nurse Maggie congratulated them once more. Dr. Leonard then asked, “So, does the little one have a name?”

The corner of Luna’s lips curled upwards into a tired but bright smile as she looked at her daughter and then her husband. “Go ahead baby.”

Khamani —

"That patience wasn't easy though," Khamani  added and soaked up the priceless moment between Luna and their daughter. He gave a small, breathy chuckle at the last couple of things Luna listed to their newborn. While gazing down at her and their baby girl, he leaned his hip a bit against the side of the bed. "Yeah we do. No arguments here," he agreed about their family. In a little more than a year's time, he'd become a father of two with his and Luna's family doubling. He loved the team that they were and didn't have the words for looking forward to this next chapter.

With Dr. Leonard and her team finishing the clean-up in the delivery room, Khamani met her outstretched hand and thanked her, along with nurse Maggie. He knew things could have gone differently had he and Luna been there sooner rather than being turned away, but hearing that their daughter was okay and healthy, and seeing that Luna seemed to be just as okay and healthy quelled his urge to address it. At the question about their daughter's name, Khamani was fully prepared to let his wife share the name; she'd had a closer relationship with the doctor and she'd done the hard work. But she encouraged him to do and so he gently lifted a bent index finger and ran it across their little girl's velvet-soft cherub cheek. "Her name's Ximena Citlali Smith." And almost as if on cue, in her slumbering state, little XImena's tiny bow-shaped lips twitched into a brief smile.