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[weloveyoubabygirl]

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[bri-hall]

[kaygaters]

Im Pregnant Prank on Grandma

Now if you need a laugh , here is a video for you. My grandma will tell it like it is, she do not care..

[moonsidesong]

family went to see live action little mermaid and i ended up tagging along out of curiosity. better than i expected honestly! a far cry from perfect, but, yknow, i didn't leave angry, and that's more than i expected. halle bailey honestly totally knocked it out of the park as ariel (and also out of the three new songs hers was the only one i liked...)

[goldensparrows]

if i was soup i wouldnt have to do essays

[abluehappyface]

Man this Aya edit is looking really good!

[runnning-outof-time]

The first of a few :)

Tommy- (3 word sentence prompt) “Happy or Sad?”

Thanks for sending this in Liz! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to writing it. This is a COMPLETE flip from the fic I shared earlier haha. Also I have to say that the bit at the end was inspired by the lovely Bri @there-goes-thefighter ‘s latest Tommy fic ‘Your Shadow Side’…it’s a bit different here, but the idea was stuck in the back of my mind nonetheless. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration - find other stories here!

Bedtime Stories

Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

Warnings: none

Word Count: 797

Summary: Tommy gets asked a question that leaves him speechless while he’s telling his daughter a bedtime story.

“I want daddy to tell me a story tonight!” Isabella Shelby exclaimed, stamping her foot on the ground as she looked up at her mother. Her little hands were balled up into fists, and the glare on her face was one that could even rival her father’s. Wonder who she got it from?

(Y/N) sighed and looked away from her four year old daughter, at her wits end now. It had been a long day. Isabella woke up in a grumpy mood, so everything had been a fight with her. On top of that, Matthew, her two year old son, had just figured out how to get into things, so she’d been following him around the house to make sure he didn’t hurt himself or break anything.

“Dad’s busy with his work at the moment, darling,” she tried to reason with the child.

Isabella did not listen. “I’m going to go ask him,” she insisted, turning on her heel then so that she could make her way down the hall to the door of her father’s office.

(Y/N) stayed in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest as she heard the muffled exchange between her husband and child. A look of surprise formed on her face when Isabella emerged triumphant from the office moments later with Tommy following behind her. She’s wrapped around his finger, (Y/N) thought to herself with soft laugh.

“Time for bed?” Tommy questioned as he approached (Y/N), chuckling at the fact that Isabella had walked right passed her without a word.

“It is,” (Y/N) responded with a nod, her eyes wide as she conveyed her exasperation to him. Tommy sent her a soft grin before he continued to follow his daughter to her room.

Once Isabella was settled, Tommy got into telling an elaborate story about a princess who had to go and save her darling dog from the grasps of an evil king — they’d just taken in Cyril and the little girl was obsessed with all things related to dogs. Isabella listened intently to the story, reacting to all of the twists and turns that it had. That was the thing she loved most about her dad’s bedtime stories: no one was the same. (Y/N) swore that he could have made a career in writing them…if he hadn’t went down other paths that is.

“We’re reaching the ending now, love,” Tommy warned his daughter as he took a moment’s pause. A pout formed on Isabella’s face; she didn’t want the story to be over yet. “I need to ask you about the ending…”

“What about it?” Isabella interrupted before he could get to the question, her eyebrows furrowing as she titled her head slightly.

“Happy or sad?” he asked, his brows raised as he waited for her answer.

“Happy,” the little girl answered without second thought. Tommy nodded and prepared to end the story. Isabella spoke again before he could get a word out, “who would ever choose sad?” she asked, her question one of the most genuine ones Tommy had ever heard.

“I…” he began to answer, but his words died in his throat as he really thought about the question she asked. He shook his head and ran his hand along his jaw, trying to think of a response that was worthy of such a question. “Someone who isn’t quite sure what happy is, I’d guess,” he finally responded, not sure if what he decided on was even good enough.

Isabella thought about it for a second, her pondering starkly present in her facial expression. “Well that isn’t us, right, daddy?” she then sweetly asked, her doe eyes finding his again.

In that moment, all the bad that Tommy Shelby had done was washed away. All the struggle and strife, the bad blood and the tunnels were the furthest thing from his mind. Now all that was present was the world that his darling daughter was imagining. One that only held good, one where everything ended happy. He was so thankful for her innocence, for the light that she brought into his life.

The slightest smile graced his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly. “No, love…that isn’t us,” he answered her as he sat a loving hand on her blanket covered knee. His smile grew with each second their eyes stayed connected, and he thanked whoever was mainf decisions in the sky for giving him this beautiful little girl.

“Are you gonna finish the story, dad?” Isabella asked, cutting through Tommy’s thoughts and bringing him back to reality.

Her expectant look made him laugh as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m gonna finish the story,” he answered her before going on with the happy ending she’d asked for.

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[daydream-cement]

Laundry Service (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa helps you out.

Author's Note: Short smut (600 words). This was originally about one of my oc's, but I couldn't resist adding the Headmistress in instead.

You stretched down into the washing machine. You couldn’t believe how hard it was to get to the bottom. You always felt as if you were average height, but as your fingers barely reached the last few socks at the bottom. 

When Larissa passed by the laundry room, she had to do a double take at the sight of you bent over into the washing machine. You were in your lazy Sunday clothes - tight leggings that showed off every curve and an oversized sweater that shifted out of place to expose your midriff. Your feet dangled off the ground as you struggled to snatch up all of the little pieces of laundry alluding you at the bottom of the washer. 

Larissa couldn’t resist coming up behind you. Her hands slowly moved to grip your waist, giving your body a light squeeze.

At first you jolted in surprise, but you soon realized it was Larissa from the familiarity of her hands on your skin, “Oh, honey! Can you help me?”

“Happy too.” Larissa cooed, curling her fingers around the band of your leggings and underwear. 

The shapeshifter was often reserved in her sexual pursuits of you, but that reservation was nowhere to be seen as she dropped to her knees, pulling your pants down with her.

You gasped, hands gripping the edge of the washing machine. Your cheeks flushed red as you exclaimed, “Rissa!”

“I'm helping…” Larissa husked as her hands palmed your ass for a moment before shifting her hands to cup it gently. She used the leverage of her hand placement to spread your thighs to access your cunt. 

You sucked in a breath when you felt the shapeshifter plunge her tongue into your cunt. 

Larissa was eating you with a starving fervor that had you mewling and humming in response. The rim of the washing machine was digging into your abdomen, but that was feeling like far less of a priority at the moment. 

In the few moments Larissa would come up for air from your cunt, she was gasping phrases of adoration - ‘I love you’, ‘You’re perfect’, and ‘You taste incredible’ were repeated over and over.

You couldn’t last long. Between the setting, the dominance, and and the sensation, all of the elements combined in a way that had you gushing on Larissa’s chin.

When the shapeshifter took to sucking on your clit, you had no ability to hold back any longer. You came with a cry, but just because you came didn’t mean the shapeshifter was about to stop. 

Larissa lapped at your cum until she was sure she had cleaned you up enough. 

When Rissa was satisfied, she pushed herself to stand, pulling your pants back up with her. She wiped her face and with a strong arm around your middle, Larissa pulled you from the washing machine and manhandled you into a position where she could seat you on the dryer. 

Larissa then moved away from your dazed form, leaning into the washing machine and yanking out the remaining laundry with a single hand. The shapeshifter tossed the few socks into the nearby laundry basket you had been using before turning her attention back on you, “I hope that helped, darling.”

Larissa turned on her heels, leaving you wide eyed, “Wha- Rissa?”

“If you need anything else, let me know.” Larissa called from the hallway.

“Rissa-“ You called, jumping down from the dryer, cut off by tripping over the basket of damp laundry. You were scrambling as you picked up the laundry from the floor and shoved it in the dryer, continuing to call Larissa’s name as you turned on the dryer and chased your wife down the hall.

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[plaguechyld]

Just imagine: It's 1869, you and your best friend, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Kagaya wanted to know more about his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, the man was just 19 when he was murdered in his own office. No one knows how and when he exactly died, but it couldn't be longer than a month after his 19th birthday. You and your friend were walking through the halls, it was the middle of the night, Kagaya held a candle for light. As you and Kagaya walk through the dark halls, you notice something different about Muzan's portrait, his normally dark eyes glow in the night, the glow was a bright purple. You couldn't help bit feel a wind bries against your face. You and Kagaya looked at each other before going to the kitchen. You gasp at the sight, Kagaya looked at you confused. "What's wro...?" before he could continue his question, his eyes widen. He saw his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, or well, his ghost. His back was faced towards you two, his hair reached his oretty waist, and you couldn't help but blush softly. He turned around, showing his ethereal face, his beautiful soft purple eyes staring towards you two. He slowly walked closer, his heeled shoes clacking on the wooden floor, his long black hair sculpting his face so beautifuly. He spoke in the same tone as Kagaya. "Who are you?" he asked while leaning closer towards your face. You blushed as the man wrapped his arms around your neck, a smirk on his pale face as he looked at Kagaya, who was already backing away. He didn't wish to see his ancestor and best friend potentially having sex in front of him. "Good luck!" he shouted at you before running away, not wishing to be traumatized.

Oh god you are FEEDING me, mootie. But yes this is such a cool idea. I hope you don’t mind me finishing the sex scene lol

Contains: Bottom!Muzan, Top!Reader, AMAB reader, Ghost?Muzan, Some sort of AU, monster fucking, belly bulge, Physical communication, Non verbal consent (there’s still consent), Muzan being fucked in a fancy stone corridor by his descendant’s best friend.

Muzan wrapping his arms around your neck and bringing his cold and lifeless body closer to your own as Kagaya runs from the scene. Your hands find the ghost's waist, surprised that you can even hold onto him. His smirk would widen as his blood red eyes narrow in a sultry look. Your hands eventually stroke his slim waist and eliciting a soft groan from the black haired man's lips. He leaned his head into your neck, his cold breath hitting your neck. You weren't entirely sure if it was even his breath or some supernatural ability he had. He pressed the front of his body against yours and looked at you with a side glance. There was an undeniable neediness in his gaze that you easily picked up on. "Please.." Muzan mumbled into the crook of your neck, his legs shifting slightly in anticipation of your touch. A smile grew on your face as you pressed the spirit against the cold wall of the corridor, making his cheek press against the stone. His palms pressed against the smooth surface and he let out a little gasp when he felt your warm lips on the back of his neck. It had been so long since he had felt any type of warmth, having died centuries ago. He arched his back so that his stomach pressed against the wall as well. He tried to look back at you but because of his position he could barely see you. His body hitched when he felt your hand rub one of his hips, undoing his pants and slipping them down. He let out a soft groan when he felt you rubbing his hardening cock, his hips buck into the warmth instinctively and search for more of the feeling. His legs shake from the feeling of you removing his underwear and palming his cock bare. Your hand curls around the base and slowly pumps it, ripping sweet moans from the ghost's lips. His back arched further and he pawed at the stone wall helplessly. He swallowed thickly as you sped up the pace of your actions, his legs shaking more and his moans growing louder. You merely smile at how you've been able to reduce your best friend's ancestor into a whimpering mess with only a few gentle touches. Once again, the pace of your hand movements speed up, leaving Muzan aching for more, for something deeper. He let out an impatient whine, trying to tell you to speed up. He desperately wanted you deep inside him and he wanted to feel the sweet release he had been robbed of for so long. He blushes when he hears you let out a quiet chuckle at his antics.

However, you do not keep him waiting for long as you unbuckle your belt and allow your pants to pool at your feet. You tap two of your fingers against Muzan’s lips and he wordlessly opens his mouth so they can enter. He sucks on the digits, coating them with saliva quickly. He lets out little groans around your fingers when your free hand finds his hip. Your hand gives little squeezes all along the exposed skin of Muzan’s hip, eliciting a new sound for each action. Soon enough you remove your fingers from his mouth and move them down to his hole. You insert one and then another soon after. His eyes roll back from the feeling of being stretched for the first time in centuries. You work your fingers in deeper while his body welcomes the warmth, clamping down every time your move deeper. Soon enough, he lets out a little yelp of pleasure, alerting you to the place of his prostate. His legs tremble as you continuously stimulate the sensitive spot and his moans grow louder in volume and more frequent.

Before he can cum from your skilled fingers, you pull them out. He whines at the loss, temporarily dissatisfied. However he let out a tiny whimper as he felt the head of your cock pushing against him. He nodded his head quickly, pushing back on you with his hips. It had been a long time since he had taken anyone and had since grown sensitive and the stretch was no longer familiar. He gasped as you began to push in, his hands pawing at the wall again as he fought with himself on whether to try and run from the overwhelming stimulation or push back and get more. However the choice is shortly made for him as your hand holds him steady by his stomach. He whines from the feeling of being filled, his legs shaking even more from the powerful sensation.

“Please it’s too deep! I- Oh..~” He complained though he rocked his hips against you. You smiled, feeling the bulge in his stomach from you. You pressed down on the area, making him squeal in surprise and enjoyment. Soon, you started moving, your thrusts were gentle and slow at first but soon got faster, harder and deeper. You would rub his hips every time you sped up, easing him through it. His moans grew louder in volume, echoing off the walls of the empty corridor. As you thrust harder and harder into the spirit, you were met by sobbing sounds joining the mix of moaning and creating a chorus of explicit sounds that met the slightly chilly air of your surroundings. His wordless pleas grew more desperate and you could tell he was getting close to his orgasm. You were growing close too with him clamped down so tightly around you.

You let out your own quiet groans and breathy moans into Muzan’s ear, spurring him on in his desperate attempt at release. He squirmed slightly, legs barely holding his weight anymore. He practically screamed as he came, white staining the wall along with his stomach. He let out a few sobs as you fucked him through his orgasm, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. You came shortly after, groaning while you filled him. He nearly collapsed after that, had you not caught him. You pressed a loving and gentle kiss to his temple and he could only weakly lean into the touch, looking for more comfort after such intense sensations. You lifted him into your arms and dressed him, ignoring the fact that your cum would probably get on his pants. You pull your own pants back up and then began walking down the hallway, the passed out ghost snuggling up to you.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey dear! firstly i would like to wish you a happy new year(it's a bit late i think but it's the intention that counts) second i would like to know if i could get a imagine Daemon x poc!fem reader where all her family died and she is head of her home, but has a young niece (the only survivor, after her) and Daemon wants to marry her, but Reader tells him no, as she has responsibilities to her niece. So Daemon approaches his niece and ends up conquering the girl and they kind of become "accomplices" to convince reader to marry him. Just fluff, kinda funny and Daemon being good with kids and reader agreeing to marry him in the end and them being a happy family, please? (feel free to ignore)

Sticky Fingers

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: The alliance made perfect sense, Daemon, a prince, brutal, lethal, and absolutely unstoppable, teaming up with your niece, barely seven, tiny, clumsy, and absolutely unstoppable, to get you and him together.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, daemon girl dad vibes, fluff, girlboss!niece, typos, etc.

A/N: lol happy new year nonnie HAHAH i say as i type this on 22 jan 23 HAHAAAHH lololol. anyway, i have not written anything fluffy for daemon in a while soOOOOOO i hope to change that just a bit. I didn't get to write everything in the req,anon but its pretty cutie i think hihi. ALSO TO THAT OTHER NONNIE WHO SENT ME THAT ASK ABOUT WRITING FLUFF YOU CAN COME OUT NOW I GOT TIRED AND DIDNT MAKE THIS ANGSTY AT ALL HAHHAH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

Daemon felt it the moment he made it out that dull gathering. He had a tail, a shadow, someone lurking behind him. He looks over his shoulder slowly, bringing his hands behind his back as he strides down the hall, toward the garden. He hums as he softens the sound of his walking, now absolutely certain there was a quick patter of feet behind him.

He was, in fact, being followed.

The prince then rapidly turns around, a spit second confused when he was faced with no one, but then turns down when he hears the loud and airy gasp.

A child. He knits his brows, allowing his hands to fall to his side. A child has been following him. He pulls his head back. Did he look... amicable to this little creature?

He bends a bit, raising his chin inquisitively, "who are you?"

She catches her breath from the startling she got, hands on her chest. She takes a moment before responding, lips pouting, "Sonya."

Daemon raises a brow. A vague answer, yet fitting, he thinks, for a child as tiny as she. "Why are you following me, little Sonya?"

She drops her hands, releasing a sigh, "I am not little, my lord."

He straightens up at the sound of that, face barely contorting into amusement, "tis not 'my lord', it is 'my prince'."

She purses her lips, then curtsies, "my prince."

Daemon's nostrils flare as he chuckles. He tents his hands in front of him. He shifts on his leg, "answer my question, not little Sonya."

Sonya's face scrunches. Her brows furrow, "are you not the man who likes my lady-auntie?"

His ears perk at that. He purses his lips, "you're her niece?"

"Well obviously! I said she's my lady-auntie."

Daemon raises a brow, chuckling dryly, "that doesn't answer why you are following me, girl."

"Well," she brings her hands together, "out of all the lords that like her, you're the only one that gave her sweeties," she says innocently, "so I want you to marry her."

Daemon laughs, turning away from the little girl, shaking his head in fully amusement. He leans back down, hands going to his knees, "that is because I not a lord, but a prince, child," he raises a finger and taps her nose, "and you are quite easily swayed."

Sonya pulls her head back at the prince's sentiment. She rubs her nose, face scrunched all angrily. It was truly adorable. She asserts, "do not do that again."

He straightens himself up as he chuckles under his breath, thumbs hanging on his belt, "of course. Apologies. I would not dare do such indecency to a lady again."

Sonya nods, bringing her hands to her sides, "well, now that I told you this... can you walk me back? I don't know where I am."

The prince's lips pull into a smile. He extends his hand out, "of course, my lady."

She takes his hand easily and they begin to walk off.

"If you're the prince," Sonya starts, "then that means..." she gasps, turning up to him, "you have a dragon egg!"

Daemon laughs, clutching his belly as he did so. "Even better," he turns to her, "I have a full sized dragon."

The girl's jaw drops and widens impossibly.

"SONYA!" I gasp the moment I see the tiny silhouette from afar, running towards the girl, who quickly then runs up to me

I fall to my knees when I embrace her, "oh you foolish child! I nearly died trying to look for you!"

"Worry not-"

I look up, finding a smirking man with long silver-blonde hair.

"-she was following after a man of high regard."

I am aghast by the idea. I turn from him to Sonya, eyes widening, "you were following the prince?!"

I clutch my niece's soft, round cheeks as she mutters, "I told him I wanted him to marry you."

"What?!"

Daemon snorts then releases high pitched chuckles. I shoot him an annoyed look. How dare he corrupt my sweet niece with such ideas? I should have rejected his proposal more harshly.

"He's the only one that bought you sweeties, auntie!" Sonya calls.

"Sonya-"

"They were your favorite too!" she grabs my wrists, "the other lords bought you things you don't even care for. And! They were mean to me! He held my hand while we walked here, auntie."

I pull my head back at the words of the child. My eyes dart to the man, looking all smug behind Sonya, pretending that he wasn't listening in on the conversation, even though he was holding back a shit-eating grin, "did he?"

The girl readily agreed, nodding quickly. She proceeds to whisper, "and we talked about dragons!"

I grunt. He undoubtedly took the girl's fascination of the beasts to his advantage.

I release a breath as I get to my feet. I take Sonya's hand as I step towards the prince. Daemon faux looks at the sky.

"Your highness."

Daemon turns, lips curving into a smile, "oh, my ladies."

It takes great effort for me not to roll my eyes at him, "I believe a show of gratitude is in order," I purse my lips, "thank you for bringing my Sonya back."

He exaggeratedly sighs, trying to hold back his grin, "all in a day's work, my dear. After all," he peers down at Sonya, "the children are the future."

I cannot withhold the incredulous scoff that leaves my mouth.

The man does not mind, and even ignores it, opting to get on one knee before my niece, "now, little shadow, remember what I told you on the way here."

I turn to my niece, who readily nods her head at his words.

"Sonya?" I call in concern, "what did you two talk about?"

Sonya turns to me just before the prince presses a finger to his lips. She follows suit, "it's a secret I share with the prince."

I narrow my eyes, jaw slacking in disbelief. I dirtily eye the said prince as I lean towards the girl, "and I am your auntie. I do not want there to be secrets between us, darling."

"Shhh," she shakes her head and closes her eyes, shushing me like all the times I, and her mother used to, a habit we got from our mother, Sonya's maternal grandmother, "it'll be alright, auntie."

My face falls in concern. Daemon is unable to hold back his giggles. He turns away, pressing a hand on his lips to contain his amusement.

I shoot him a glare as he clears his throat. He turns to Sonya, "very well, my lady." He rises to his feet, placing his hands in front of him, "I will see you soon then."

The child turn to him in excitement as I look at him, appalled, "I beg your pardon?"

"Well, I promised the child to introduce her to my dragon if she came back to me with high marks from her studies."

I scoff, teeth grinding, "you know well she does not study."

"Hmm," Daemon tilts his head at me, "would she not when she is under you care?"

I am taken aback by his sentiment.

He presses his lips as he slowly turns to Sonya. Daemon dramatically sighs, "ah, what are we to do? Unfortunately, it seems your auntie is not keen on allowing you meet Caraxes."

Uproar. Sonya bursts into loud emotions as she grabs into my skirt and whines, "Auntie! No! I must meet Caraxes! I must!"

"Sonya-"

"I promise to do all my studies, and all that you ask me to do like prince Daemon told me!"

I raise a brow. I take a moment to think, "anything, you say?"

Sonya readily shakes her head, "I promise to be a good girl. Just pleeeeaaaassse let me see his dragon!"

I turn to Daemon, who was already looking at me, absolutely pleased with himself, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side.

I blink slowly, releasing a sigh, "I will think about it."

Sonya squeals in excitement, releasing me in order to smother the prince's legs next. I am offended by how taken she was with him. I quip, "I said I'll think about it, child."

Daemon bends down, carrying the girl in his arms, releasing a happy sigh as he did so, "worry not, little shadow," he turns to me, "auntie will come around."

"My prince, why do you call me shadow. I'm not a shadow," Sonya pouts, grabbing his face, forcing him to turn to her, "I'm a girl."

Daemon's nostrils flare, "my apologies," he places his free hand onto his chest, "little girl."

"I'm not little!"

"Of course, of course, my mistake."

[cupoftaae]

I am once again begging for your donations of a fluffy smut :P

I LOVE FLUFFY SMUT thanks anon, you are a real one

Warnings- smut: oral (f receiving), fingering. (dni if ur under 18...im looking at YOU) this is kinda cute, they are so lovable and that deserves a warning imo

I hope you enjoy!

Mariposa- KTH drabble

“Hurry up!!” You giggled as Tae ran down the sidewalk with you, hands entwined as the rain fell hard from the sky. “Why did we think it was gonna be a good idea to go out before a storm?” You shout, laughing as you caught your breath once you reached the front door of taehyungs apartment.

“Hey, that picnic was worth it” he frowned, putting the key in and pulling you inside. “It was” you whispered to yourself as you stepped into the dark apartment, feeling cold once the AC hit you.

It was you and Taehyungs 1 year anniversary of dating, and you both had been so busy with work earlier this morning, so you promised that you would find something cute to do, and he suggested a small picnic in the park.

How could you say no to that?

“Come on baby” he smiled and led you upstairs to help you get into more dry clothing. you walked into his room and turned the light on, greeting the tiny dog that excitedly approached you.

"here" he handed you a tshirt and shorts

"thank you, can I shower quickly?" you asked, taking the clothes

"mhm" tae smiled, collapsing onto the bed and cuddling with tannie as you went into his bathroom to shower and wash up.

-

you wiped off all your makeup and began to apply facial cream, hair still tied up in a towl. "how long are you gonna be?" tae whined, feeling tired.

you peaked out to the room, he was still sitting on the bed watching tv. "be patient, beauty is pain" you teased

he groaned and looked over at you

"why do you care? something planned?" you ask, eyebrow raised.

he smiled and shook his head shyly, "no.."

"then be patient"

and he was, (reluctantly), for the next 20 or so minuets. You finally came out with blowdried hair and lotioned skin, collapsing onto the bed with him.

"you smell good" he whispered and pulled you closer to him, making you giggle. "thank you, I try"

tannie jumped onto the bed and cuddled up with you before taehyung picked him up gently and began to walk towards the door, making you sit up. "why are you taking our baby?

He laughed and placed him out in the hall, closing the door behind him before coming back to you. "because..."

"because..?" you tease

he shrugged, gently pressing kisses to your jaw once he was on the bed

"oh I see" you blushed, poking him jokingly. "I thought you didnt have anything planned hm?"

"well its true, I dont plan it." he smiled, gently moving to hover you "but you look so good, and i'm only a man"

you laughed and looked up at your boyfriend before your lips finally met, both of you humming in unison. "thank you for a good night, my love" you mumbled between kisses. "dont thank me yet" he spoke, his hand coming under your shirt to rest atop your braless chest. Your face grew red, something taehyung didnt fail to notice.

He took pride in knowing that after a year of being together, he could still make you shy like this.

"tae...." you whine, his hand gently squeezing your breast as his lips attack your neck, making sure to leave evidence. "what baby? tell me what you need" he whispered, teeth sinking into your most sensitive spot, making you moan.

you couldnt even respond, mind going completely blank as your boyfriend sat back to look at you. "hm?" he hummed

"I dont know" you whispered, giggling.

"thats alright" he smiled, laughing a little. "is it ok if I eat you out?" he asked casually, making you cover your face and smile like a teenager.

"yeah..." you mumbled feeling his hands trace along the hem of your shorts, "so I can take these off?" he asked, making sure you were ok.

"yes, you can, im sorry im just ..." you jokingly squeal as he laughed again. "dont be embarrassed baby, youre beautiful and I love you" he spoke, making you smile brightly.

"ok, I love you too" you brought his head down so you could peck his lips, "you can continue" you added, making him chuckled. "yes ma'am"

His fingers gently hooked onto your shorts and underwear, sliding them down yours legs and tossing them off to the side, exposing your bare center.

You shivered as you felt the cold air against you, taking a deep breath once tae leaned forward to press a kiss to your lower stomach, going slow before reaching the top of your cunt, stopping. Your thigh was gently hoisted so it was over taes shoulder as he now sat at the end of the bed on his knees. "you good?" he checked back in, looking at you

"im good" you reply, feeling his lips kiss along your inner thigh, wishing he would just get to where you need him already. "youre so wet" he couldnt help but exhale a laugh, his finger coming to swipe between your folds slowly, collecting the slick. Your breath hitches at the contact, about to tell him to stop the teasing before he suddenly attaches him mouth to your clit.

"oh" your hand clutches the blanket next to you as his tongue starts with small tight circles, making you moan. Tae felt like he was in cloud 9, you smelt so good and to him, there was no better way of showing how much he loved you than with his mouth.

He pressed small kisses along your pussy before flatly pushing his tongue back against your bundle of nerves, making you arch your back. "mhmmm, so good" you whine "more, please" you whisper faintly.

he pulled away suddenly, making you lift your head, "be patient, baby" he teased, mocking your words from earlier. "so beautiful, and all for me" he whispered, more to himself as his 2 fingers traced along your labia gently. "tae...please" you try pleading again, throwing your head back in pleasure the minuet his dips his two fingers into your cunt. "ah, fuck" you moved your hand to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it as the other hand reached down to hold your thigh.

he began to pump his fingers, pushing them in quickly and retracting slowly. "you ok?"

"mmmm" you moaned, pushing your hips against his hand

"i'll take that as a yes" he smiled, beginning to curl his fingers once they were deeper into you, pushing against your front wall. You gasped loudly, knowing that it wasnt hard for tae to find your g-spot with his long ass fingers.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you were almost embarrassed at how fast your orgasm began to build, sweat forming along your body as tae's fingers continued to press against your sweet spot.

Tae knew you were close, moving forward to return his tongue to your clit, flicking it lightly as his hand never stopped pumping into you.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping tightly as you pushed your hips up in pleasure, the tightness in your abdomen growing quickly.

"Tae I-, ahh, Im gonna cum" you mumbled, fully aware you were a moaning mess. "let go, sweetheart, cum on my fingers, you can do it"

he quickened his pace, all thoughts completely going blank as your orgasm finally hit, washing over you wave after wave. You covered your mouth as you moaned loudly, arching your back and rocking your hips against his face. You were practically seeing stars, feeling tae's hand gently pull out of you. "good job, baby, did that feel good?" he asks, moving up to your face and kissing you.

once you caught your breath, you nodded, smiling. "yeah...it did" you giggled, kissing him in return as he gently laid on you.

"happy anniversary, my love"

"happy anniversary my sweet girl"

[bri-hall]

[magickcandie]

Brian May x Fem!Reader

You and Brian got together quietly. You decided not to tell the band and went by that. You were already friends with Brian and came by quite often, so some things didn’t have to change.

You never thought Roger to be interested in you. Sure he was close, but he seemed close to every one of his friends. That was until Brian pulled you aside one afternoon.

“Please, don’t flirt back with Roger.”

“What? I don’t flirt with him.” You crossed your arms accusingly.

“No, no, you don’t. He does to you. Have you really not noticed?”

You shrugged. “No I guess not. I’ve always been so focused on you. I never -”

“Brimi! I was wondering where you were hiding Y/N. Come dance with me.” Roger appeared around the corner, already tugging on your arm.

Brian raised his eyebrows at you, reaching for your other elbow. “I’m talking with her, Roger. Can’t you just… wait?”

Wait?

“You’re so boring.” He directed to Brian. “Come find me if you actually want to have fun.” Roger disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Brian repeated after you.

“Well we could always tell them? Or at least Roger?”

“No! I just… not yet?”

You shrugged again. “Okay. Well let’s go dance!”

You took Brian by the hand, leading him to where it was most busy. Somehow he thought if there were more people there, less people would be looking at him. Besides, he wasn’t much of a smoker and didn’t drink enough to just sit by the bar.

As the night got older, Roger got drunker, therefore he tried harder.

Brian walked away for moment to help Freddie, who wanted to cry, because he dropped his crown somewhere and couldn’t find it. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Y/N?”

“Uh… no?” You took a drink of the watered down alcohol in your glass.

“How come you danced with tree man and not with me? Aren’t I pretty too?”

You kept drinking to stop yourself from laughing. Tree man. “Yes, Rog, you’re pretty. I just want to hang around Bri.”

“Come dance with me.”

This time you let yourself be pulled by Roger. You stood as far back as you could, hands barely on his shoulders and the two of you swayed.

“You’re drunk. I’m sure Fred would let you sleep in one of the rooms. Come on. I’ll take you too bed.”

You helped him wade through the halls to find an unoccupied bedroom. During the walk, you encountered Brian and Freddie (who was looking into a flower pot… that was full to the rim in soil.)

“What are you doing with that poor dear?” Freddie asked you.

“He’s- ”

“Y/N’s going to bed with meee.”

Your eyes went straight to Brian’s, hoping your expression made it clear. Thankfully, you could tell he did understand.

“Well have fun you two.” Freddie waved you off. “Brian… it’s not in the pot.”

You decided to let off a chuckle at that, continuing to drag Roger down the hall. Eventually you found a room, and carefully, as best as you could, helped lay him down.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you say thank you!?”

“Go to sleep,” you said instead, dodging the question.

You stayed with him for the next five minutes before stepping out into the hall. You waited for Brian and almost falling asleep yourself.

“How was he?”

You looked up and saw a tired Brian. He sat down on the floor next to you.

“He’s drunk. I don’t know how much he’ll actually remember.” You leaned against his shoulder. “He called you tree man.”

Brian laced your hands together, and next thing you knew, the two of your were asleep there on the floor.

That next morning, Freddie’s house cleared out except for the occasional people asleep in random places.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Roger said once you all got together.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me.”

Roger extended his arms out for a hug but you pretended not to notice by stretching and walking past him to talk with Brian.

“Oh come on, Y/N!”

“What?”

“Have you really not noticed any of my advances?” You looked at Brian. “Why do you keep looking at him?”

Brian sighed when you dig your elbow into his side. “Y/N is my girlfriend, Rog.”

It took awhile for the news to reach him. He stood quietly and unmoving.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Bri! I didn’t know, honest.”

“It’s fine, really. We weren’t telling people.” You said.

“Roger, darling! How was your night with Y/N?” Freddie looked to you and the now embarrassed drummer.

“It wasn’t like that.” Roger said quietly.

“No? Then what did happen?”

“Y/N is with Brian.”

It took Freddie the same amount of time as it took Roger. The same blank stare, his eyes darting between the three of you.

“I’m so sorry, loves! I never meant such nasty things. I hope you forgive me.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Fred. We just didn’t want to tell people yet.” Brian said, now comfortably reaching for your hand.

“Well I’m happy for you two.”

“Me too. I think you’ll be good for him.” Roger added to Freddie’s statement.

John made it later in the morning. “I’m sorry for coming so late. Ronnie and I went home last night.”

“Did you know about Brian and Y/N?” Freddie immediately asked.

“Yeah. They weren’t really doing a good job at hiding it. I just didn’t say anything because it seemed like they weren’t telling people.” John shrugged, as if this was news that was well known. He started to make coffee.

You laughed aloud. Of course John knew. Now the entire band knew, and that took off a lot of weight that you two were carrying.

[oneforthemunny]

Can we have something for older!dilf!eddie where bunny is finally bonding with bri and they’re really getting along, watching a movie together at home, painting their nails, gossiping etc and Eddie gets home and hears them from the hall and gets emotional bc this is all he wanted since he had bri

I’m in a fluffy mood and it is dilf eddie day after all <3

Eddie hadn't meant to work so late. Really, he hadn't. But the holidays were always brutal, the fourth coming up, and every car in the world needed their tires rotated and oil changed before traveling. Which wouldn't be so bad, if the heat wasn't so brutal.

Eddie was tired, beyond exhausted. He longed for a hot shower to wash the grime of the dirt off, a beer maybe even sneak a blunt out in the shed, and his bed. His bed with you in it. He'd worried when he told you he'd be working late, that you'd be upset, that you'd cancel or huff at him angrily.

Instead, there you were. In your sweat pants, hair pulled back in one of those funny headbands Brielle was always wearing. Brielle beside you in a similar state, eyes glued to the TV.

"Oh my God, Brandi is insane." You gawked at one of the screaming figures on TV.

"Right? She's fucking unhinged, but you know what? Kinda iconic of her." Brielle shrugged, swirling the polish around the small bottle.

You snorted, shaking your head, eyes rolling before cutting back over to Eddie, his frozen, looming figure in the doorway. "Hey, Ed," You smirked, a bright teal face mask covering your skin. Brielle had a matching one, muttering her own greeting towards him.

"Hi girls," Eddie watched carefully, approaching the two of you with all the caution you would a wild animal.

"How was work?" You hummed, eyes still glued to the TV.

"Long." Eddie sighed, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of Brielle's head, another to yours.

"I'm sorry." You grimaced lightly in sympathy. "Brielle and I ordered pizza if you want any. There's some on the counter. I can heat it up for you."

Eddie smiled lightly, squeezing your shoulder lovingly. "Thank you, bunny, but I'm just gonna go take a shower real quick." He was mesmerized, eyes darting back from you to Brielle like he might be dreaming.

"Ok," You nodded, squeezing his hand sweetly. "Just let me know if you want me to heat it up."

"I will." Eddie nodded. He started towards the hall, pausing at the door frame. "Are you two sure you're ok?"

Brielle looked at him like he'd grown three heads, an annoyed snarl that she could have only inherited from Gina. "What?" She asked, brow raising.

"We're fine." You nodded gently. "Just watching the Real Housewives."

Eddie scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes at the two of you. "Oh, well, don't let me keep you." He grinned.

Padding down the hallway, Eddie could hear your muffled voices, excited and cordial for once, not biting or defensive. Brielle's giggles mixing with your own, the sound of the TV washing out the rest of their chatter. Eddie smiled to himself, twisting the shower knob on with a satisfied smirk. Suddenly, he felt better, a little more relaxed and content now that his two favorite girls were finally starting to get along.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {30}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, c-section/surgery

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Of all the plans we had in place for the birth none of them prepared me for how quickly the time would come. One moment we were in the ambulance, the sirens blaring as it left the circuit and raced through the city to the Women’s Hospital that was preparing for us. 

The drive seemed to take a lot longer than it really was as waves of pain lacerated my abdomen with every contraction. Yuki had quickly climbed into the front seat when Amber started to lift my skirt up but I was past the point of caring who saw me naked as long as I got good news. Pierre wasn’t though as he thanked Yuki for the privacy when he passed by him.

“I’d say you’re around 7cm dilated. And there weren’t any signs of labour earlier?”

I shook my head as Pierre bit his lip waiting for an answer. “I’ve had a sore back for weeks. It didn’t seem any worse than usual this morning and then I was distracted by the race. I should have paid more attention.”

“Hey, don’t think that,” Pierre said softly before his hand was squeezed tightly with another contraction. “How far away are we?”

“We’re here,” Yuki answered as the van turned into the complex and I finally felt a little of the fear dissipate as we came to a stop and the back doors were opened.

The world blurred as I was wheeled through the hospital to the surgical ward and then Pierre’s hand was suddenly torn from mine. With every second we continued down the hall his raised voice was fading and he asked Yuki for help telling the staff he needed to be with me. 

“I’m coming, Bri, I promise!” 

“Amber, what’s happening?” My voice was broken and she held me still as I tried to look for Pierre.

“They are getting Pierre changed into scrubs so he can come into the theatre,” she assured me and I breathed a sigh of relief. “He’ll be there in a minute.”

I wished I could understand what the doctors were saying but without Yuki I was clueless to what they were deciding about my baby and it left my palms sweating. I could do nothing but entrust our lives to them as we passed another set of doors and suddenly I was in an operating room. I might have been in a different continent but these rooms looked the same all over the globe.

Pierre’s POV

“I need to get in there,” I all but shouted as I pointed to the doors my wife had disappeared behind. “That’s my baby, I need to be there!”

Yuki’s head snapped back and forth between me and the nurse as he copied my actions and translated my frustrations. “You have to follow her and get changed. You can’t go in like that. It’s unsanitary for the baby.”

I looked down at myself, feeling the damp sweat from the race soaking my overalls and knew my hair was just as bad. “Okay, let’s go, hurry, please.”

“And you have to sign some forms.”

“Fuck, yes, whatever it is, I’ll sign it dammit.”

Too many pages, it never seemed to end, and I couldn’t concentrate on any of the words. Paperwork wasn’t my forte, that was all Bri, and she was the one that was more organised to handle this sort of thing. But she was waiting for me, relying on me to finish this so the surgery could begin so I rushed to fill out her details and sign my name as the authority.

My patience wore thin as I flipped the page and saw I needed to pretty much repeat it all over again and the pen threatened to crack in my grip. The pen only just survived the last signature before I thrust the documents into the nurse’s waiting hands.

A pair of scrubs were handed back in exchange and the nurse pointed to a bathroom, and I didn’t need Yuki to help with that instruction, I was already unzipping my overalls as I ran across the hall. I had never changed faster in my life as I stripped my fireproofs off and pulled on the pale blue scrubs, only sparing ten precious seconds to wash my face in the basin before abandoning my gear as I left the room.

“Now?” I asked, stepping towards the doors to the operating theatre as Yuki came out of the other bathroom in a set of his own scrubs. “Can I see my wife?”

“…my wife,” Pierre’s voice reached through the doors before they were pushed open and he stepped inside, the shape of Yuki waiting on the other side. “Come on.”

“I’m not good with blood,” Yuki started to respond before falling silent at the pleading look on Pierre’s face and following him in. He immediately started speaking to a nurse who had been hovering around my head. “They’re going to give you something for the pain.”

“Fuck the pain, just find out if our baby is okay,” I growled through gritted teeth as each contraction seemed to roll into the next. The surprise on Yuki’s face passed quickly as he heard a rare swear word come from my lips before he asked the question, pointing to my stomach before they rolled me onto my side.

“Stay still,” Yuki warned as he closed his eyes, wincing as the needle hit my spine and a cool flush spread quickly down my legs, the pain receding with it.

“I love you,” Pierre said as he took a seat on the stool beside my head and wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks. “You’re doing well, mon ange. I love you so much.”

“I’m scared.”

He swallowed and chewed his lip as he watched how quickly the staff rushed to organise themselves. “Me too.”

A thin paper curtain was lifted between us and my world focused solely on Pierre as we desperately waited for the cries we needed to hear. Each minute seemed endless as I held Pierre’s hands and he pressed his forehead to mine, whispering prayers and encouragement until I felt the pressure in my abdomen release.

My eyes widened in panic as I remembered Adelaide announcing her arrival almost instantly but as the seconds of silence ticked by dread froze the air in my lungs. Suddenly it came, a soft sound that broke the stillness in the room and grew to a warbling cry and I could breathe again.

“A boy,” Yuki smiled and laughed with relief as he gripped Pierre’s shoulder.  

“Sydney, mon fils,” Pierre whispered in amazement as he kissed away the tears that had fallen and sat up as the nurse brought our son around. “You did it, my love.” 

The beautiful image before me blurred as tears of joy welled in my eyes at the sight of seeing Pierre hold his son for the first time. I had seen him stand on podiums and receive trophies, spraying champagne into the air, but the pride he radiated the moment he saw Sydney’s face could never compare. 

“He’s perfect.” Tears glistened on his skin as he stroked the tip of his finger over Sydney’s delicate cheek before bringing him closer so I could him too.

He already had tufts of pale brown hair on his head like Pierre did as a child and full pink lips that quivered with little cries. “Hi, sweet boy,” I cooed as Pierre helped him into my arms, avoiding the IV and monitoring cords that criss crossed over me. “He’s so little.”

I wished I could hold him longer and memorise every inch of his face but he was born weeks earlier than he was meant to and the nurse smiled sadly as she took him back. My own selfish want to hold him could wait until he had been checked over by the people trained to care for premature babies. 

“They are going to take him to the special care suite to keep an eye on him,” Yuki said after listening to the nurse’s instructions then looked at Pierre. “She said you can go with him.”

“I’ll be fine. Go,” I urged him when he looked between us. “You too, Yuki, we owe you.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a grin. “Do you have a middle name yet?”

“Not happening, Yuki-San, come one,” Pierre said with an amused shake of his head before stopping only to kiss me once more. “I’ll see you soon, je t’aime.”

“Love you too, both of you.”

“Careful, mon fille, we have to support his head,” Pierre instructed Addie as she sat on his lap and together they held her baby brother. “Good girl, and see that tube, we have to make sure it doesn’t get pulled.”

Dad had arrived with Addie not long after I had been moved into the same suite as Sydney and there was apparently an entire waiting room filled with our friends that had cut short their post-race celebrations to wait on news of us. The big cheer they gave when Pierre went out to tell them we had a small but healthy boy had made me smile as I cradled him to my chest whispering how loved he was. 

“What’s it for?” Addie asked as she kept her hands away from the tube that disappeared into Sydney’s nose.

“To help him grow big and strong because he was in such a rush to meet us.”

A knock sounded at the door before it quietly opened and Charles peeked into the room. “Pierre said you might want some sushi,” he said as he held up the bag stacked with containers of every combination.

I grinned at my husband, amazed that he had remembered his promise with everything else that had been going on around us and waved Charles into the room. “You’re an angel,” I said as he placed the food on the bedside table and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“He’s going to be a heartbreaker,” Charles gushed as he sat on the arm of the chair beside Pierre and gently shook Sydney’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Mini Gasly. I’m Charles, and I’m going to be your favourite uncle.”

“But you’re my favourite uncle,” Addie said with a frown as she looked up at him slightly offended.

“I can be both of your favourites, don’t worry,” Charles reassured her with a smile. “Have you had a family photo yet?”

“No, I look terrible,” I answered before Pierre could. I had taken plenty of photos of him with Sydney and of Addie with them but I didn’t want to have my own taken until I could at least have a shower.

Pierre shook his head. “You look beautiful.”

“I have an idea,” Charles offered as he stood up and pulled his phone out. “Mum has a picture of when Arthur was born and it’s just our hands layered from biggest to smallest. You could try that?”

Sydney’s hand looked so small in Addie’s but the picture Charles took was a beautiful memory to keep. When we got home we planned to get an actual photographer to take some professional portraits but at the moment we didn’t know when we would be able to fly back to France. It wasn’t exactly a quick trip and Sydney didn’t even have a birth certificate let alone a passport to fly with, plus the neonatal paediatricians wanted to monitor him for at least a few days until he put on some weight. 

There were still so many unknown variables that meant we could’ve ended up staying in Suzuka for a while, and Pierre hadn’t even mentioned his plans for the race in Qatar. But those were all problems for tomorrow, because right now I had my family together and that meant everything to me.

Click here for the first half of the epilogue.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts @alwaysclassyeagle @dr3lover @adalynneva

[mynameismckenziemae]

Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter III

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

The truth is out, feelings deepen. (previous chapter here, next chapter here)

A/N: smut, fluff, teasing, hand jobs, tequila, etc etc.

“Bob, are you a virgin?” 

He flushes and ducks his head. “Yeah. I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

You lift his chin. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s okay.”

He nods, still avoiding your gaze. “I just wanna make you feel good too, I mean I’ve done some things, and I’ve read romance books, some are actually pretty descriptive…”.

“You would read romance novels to educate yourself,” you laugh. “I’m not worried, Bob. You already got me off, and my ex, uh…he only made me orgasm a handful of times.”

Bob shakes his head, “He really is a fucking loser, huh? His loss, my gain.” That’s the first time you’ve heard him swear. “Will you show me? How to touch you? How you like it?”

Heat starts to pool between your legs. “Of course. I want you to show me what you like too. I want you to tell me if we’re going too fast too”. 

“I will. Wanna finish the movie before I bring you home?”

You nod and settle back on the couch.

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You wake up on Bob's chest to Steve bumping with his nose a few hours later; the living room is dark. Steve bumps you again, whining and walking to the door. “You gotta go potty buddy? I’ll let you outside” you whisper, gently pushing off Bob. 

Steve races outside, barely getting off the steps before squatting to pee. You look back at the clock over the stove, 2:47. 

“Sunny? Everything okay?” Bob says, sitting up on the couch. 

“Yeah, Steve just had to pee, he’s coming back in now” you reply, closing the door behind him. 

“My bad, I normally let him out before bed” he yawns. 

“No worries. You can just take me home in the morning if you want. You don’t need to drive this late.” You yawn too. 

“You sure?” He asks. You nod. “You can take my bed, I’ll sleep out here.”

You take his hand, “Nah. We can share, I don’t bite…hard”. 

“Alright, alright” he chuckles, leading you to his room. 

He hands you a pair of pajama pants and the shirt you wore earlier and steps into the hall to change, giving you a moment of privacy to do the same. 

You change and climb into his bed. It feels amazing; feather pillows, soft sheets, and the most comfortable mattress. “I’m never leaving your bed” you groan, pulling his comforter up. 

“Fine by me” he answers, entering the room. 

His shirt is gone, showing off his muscular chest and stomach, down to his Adonis belt. His hair is messy and takes his glasses off, folding them and setting them on his nightstand. 

“God, you’re gorgeous.” You whisper sleepily. 

A blush rises from his chest up his neck, settling in his face. “Thanks”. 

You smile, turning on your side as he slides in behind you, wrapping his arm around you, and pulling you close. 

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You wake up in nearly the same position, except there’s now a hand holding your boob, and a hardness pressed against your ass. Bob’s still asleep, judging by his steady breathing. 

You shift slightly, trying to go back to sleep but it’s enough to rouse him. He groans, while sleepily thrusting his hips thrust against your ass. He gently squeezes the breast in his hand, before suddenly pulling away, realizing what he’s doing “Oh shoot, sorry. Morning’.

You push your hips back and place his hand back where it was. “Morning”. 

Realizing you’re okay with it, he continues rocking into you. He slides his hand under the shirt and plays with your nipples; gently tugging, and pinching, seeing what draws the most reaction from you. His hand slides down your front, and he dips his fingertips below the waistband. “This okay?” You nod. “Show me what you like, Sun” he whispers against your ear, drawing a shiver from you. 

Your hand covers his as you slide it down your front. “I like this,” You slide his middle finger down to gather your wetness before bringing him up to your clit and circle. “And I like this,” you rub his finger to gently roll over it. Your breath hitches. “And I really like this.” You bring his hand down, pushing his middle and index finger into you. He groans, imagining your warm, wet velvet walls squeezing his cock. You put pressure on the heel of his palm so it’s pressing your clit, “Now curl your fingers like you’re saying ‘Come here’. Yes, like that. Just like that baby” you groan. 

He continues, kissing along your jaw and ear before he pulls his fingers from you and turns you to your back, pushing your shirt above your chest and leans down to kiss you, sliding his fingers back into you. 

You whine and arch your back, grinding your hips against his palm. He kisses a line down your neck and chest, sucking a matching bruise into your collarbone. Your hands slide into his hair. 

You whimper and clench around his fingers. He groans, feeling you tighten on his fingers. He licks down to your nipple, closing his lips around the bud, and sucks, just as he curls his fingers. “Oh God, I’m close” you cry, your pelvis tightening. Bob gently bites down and you’re cumming. Your hands tighten in Bob’s hair and you tug him up to meet your lips. “Oh Bob, it’s good, you did so good” you whimper into his mouth. 

He strokes you through it, slowing his fingers and pulling them out gently to not overstimulate you. You guide Bob to his back, pulling his cock from his pajama pants. Your eyes widen at the size of him. “I knew you were big, but wow.” You stroke him slowly. He groans, feeling an odd combination of embarrassed, flattered, and turned on. You find his hand and bring his fingers to your mouth, kitten licking at your wetness from them before you suck them into your mouth. A new burst of precum leaks from his tip as he watches you under half-lidded eyes. You moan around his fingers as you tighten your grip on his erection and he’s cumming on his stomach, panting heavily as he paints the ridges of his abs white. 

He watches as you lean down to lick across his stomach. “You taste good.” He chuckles out a groan, head falling back. His spent cock twitches in a valiant effort. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sunny”. 

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He makes you breakfast before dropping you off at home, leaving you at your door with a sweet kiss. 

You smile as you start a load of laundry, grin as you meal prep for the week, and hum while you wash the dishes you made. You haven’t felt this light in years. 

A sadness fills you though, as you realize how long you’ve just been going through the motions, living life like a zombie. Guilt gnaws as you recall the invitations you declined with coworkers and friends, not wanting to do anything other than go home and sleep after work, not wanting to give Derek any ammunition. You sigh, determined to make more of an effort. 

Still, the giddiness remains as you sit on the couch, turning on the TV for background noise while you study. Your phone dings. 

Bradley: How’d it go with Bob the other night? Is it love? It is love, I can tell. I better be a bridesmaid at the wedding. 

You: You’re an idiot. But it was good. We hung out yesterday, he brought me to the beach with Steve. 

Bradley: Already introducing you to the kid?! Must be serious. 

Sunny: Stoppppp lol. 

Bradley: Seriously though. Bob’s a good guy. You need that after dickhead. You weren’t you, Sunny. It’s like he took the light from your eyes. 

Tears spring to your eyes as you reply. 

Sunny: I know. I can still hear his voice. I’m sorry I withdrew so much. 

Bradley: Don’t be sorry. He should be. And he will be if I ever see his stupid face again 💪🏻

Sunny: Lol. I just can’t with you🤦🏻‍♀️ God, I missed you. 

Bradley: Missed you too, Sunny girl. It’s gonna be like old times now that we’re both living here. 

Sunny: Ugh. I don’t know if my liver can take that abuse again. Yours either, Grandpa. 

Bradley: Don’t even start. I’m not that much older than you. 

Sunny: Whatever you say. 

You smile and get back to studying. 5 days until you complete the course and take the exam.

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The week passes quickly, but unfortunately, you and Bob haven’t been able to meet up again. You do text daily though, and talk on the phone a few times. Before you know it, Friday rolls around. The final assessment and exam exam day of your flight course. 

Your phone pings as you walk through the hospital to the assessment area. 

Bob: You don’t need it, but good luck today. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

Sunny: Thanks! I’m more nervous than I thought I’d be. I can’t wait either, I’ve missed you. 

Bob: Missed you too. See you later. 

You turn your phone off, take a deep breath, and step inside.

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Several hours later, the Uber Bob ordered for you pulls a Mexican restaurant he had chosen. It’s close to base, so he suggested meeting you since he was kept later at work than he planned, and he’d take you home. You love that he takes initiative and plans.

You walk in and spot him, and he chokes on his drink when he sees you. 

“Wow, Sunny. You look amazing. How’d it go?” He stands to greet you. You blush, looking down at your sundress. You’d left your hair natural, and it curls down your back. 

“Thanks. You do too. I passed! They offered me a job too!” You reply, hugging him. The stress of the week melts away as he holds you, even if it’s brief. 

“What?! That’s great! Are you gonna take it? He asks, releasing you and pulling out your chair. 

“Yeah, I think so. They told me to think it over this weekend and let them know on Monday.” You answer. 

“I’m happy for you Sunny. You deserve it.” He replies.

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You’re finishing your second margarita as Bob pays, even after you insist it’s your turn. He politely declined, saying “Next time, it was a special day for you. Let me”. You caved, thanking him again. 

“You got a little salt, from the rim,” he says, looking at your mouth. 

“Where?” You lean forward, so he’ll show you. 

“Right…there” he swipes it from your bottom lip with his thumb. 

You grab his hand, licking the salt off before nipping and releasing him. “Thanks” you reply with a wink. Tequila makes you bold (and makes your clothes fall off, but they’ll have to wait until later). 

His eyes widen and he shifts in his chair. “An-anytime.” 

You smile and finish your drink. “Ready?” You say, rising to your feet. 

He nods, slowly rising. “Hey, uh…can you go first though? I have a…a situation and…” he trails off. 

You glance down. He’s got a situation alright. His obvious erection is pressing against his jeans. You bite your lip and nod, grabbing his hand and pulling him close behind you as you walk through the restaurant. 

He opens his truck door for you, and you slide to the middle seat again. As you buckle, he gets in and starts the truck. He startles when you palm him through his jeans. 

You tease him the whole ride, touching him with different pressures and speeds, but no consistent rhythm. You whisper all the dirty things in his ear. “God, I want you in my mouth. I’d pull you out right now but I’m gonna take my time with you when I suck you off the first time,” He whimpers, hands tightening on the steering wheel “Will you let me, huh? Will you cum in my mouth?”. You moan, rubbing your thighs together. 

“Ye-yeah, yes. I want that.” he stutters. He pulls into his drive and parks. He pulls you across the seats and out, pinning you against the truck with his hips. He kisses you roughly and grinds his hips into you. "You like doing this to me, don'tcha? You like riling me up, making me hard, making me cum in my pants?" You whine and nod. You love it. 

"Yeah, you can put your mouth on me, Sunny girl," you moan, ready to go, "but I get to put mine on you first."