#ok it's not my birthday but it could have been

[lucysarah-c]

Hange introduced them. Y/N had been taken on as a PhD student under Hange's research team at the university. As an exchange student, she didn't know many people. Hange, ever the connector, quickly introduced them. The reason for the introduction eluded Y/N, but she didn’t give it much thought. Hange was an outgoing extrovert, and Y/N concluded that this was just part of their role as Levi’s extroverted friend.

It didn’t take long for Y/N and Levi to become more than just acquaintances who met at Hange's birthday party. Y/N didn’t make much fuss about it; Levi was a couple of years older than her, had graduated with honors, and was in a much better financial position than a PhD student. He also fucked like a beast, an important detail.

They didn’t talk much about their arrangement; it developed organically. Y/N would tell her friends that they were just two adults getting to know each other, enjoying the sweaty, steamy encounters in the meantime. While Y/N hadn’t been to many frat parties, she quickly concluded that if she and Levi ever parted ways from their purely physical arrangement, it would be hard to find someone who could do half of what he did.

It was obvious that Hange was aware of this, as they didn’t even try to hide it. Y/N sometimes wished Hange would be a bit less enthusiastic about knowing her personal life, or at least try to maintain a certain level of professionalism.

Levi was very reserved about his personal life, even though they usually met at his house. Overall, he was a calm, dedicated, and pleasant addition to her life. She brought him an expensive tea brand as a gift for all the times he had driven her home, even when it wasn’t necessary.

That day, Levi had come back from a business trip and had invited her over. They had a couple of glasses of wine that he brought from his trip. She was riding him over their clothes, the friction delicious as she gyrated her hips slowly. His hands gripped and raised her shirt slightly, kneading the skin under his fingers as he kissed her collarbones and descended to leave hickeys between her breasts.

The outline of his hardening cock on the side of his trousers was delicious against her covered folds, promising more but giving just the right amount of friction to drive her crazy. Her head was thrown back as one hand rested on his knee and the other on his shoulder for leverage. She softly gasped his name as he undid each little button before unclipping her bra from behind to finally raise it and suck and play with her nipples.

"Ah—Levi!" she moaned, and it was obvious by the way his hands gripped her ass that he had been needy, wishing to come back to her.

"Did that cute little pussy of yours miss my cock inside it?" he groaned with a smirk in his tone.

"Ah—" she was about to reply, but a playful snap on her ass made her jolt. Not painful enough to be uncomfortable but with enough strength. Then she froze in place, her whole body tensed.

Levi must have sensed the change in her attitude because his face, which was buried between her tits, parted and looked up at her. His lips still had a bit of saliva connected to her nipple. "You ok?"

She straightened up, feeling uncomfortable. "I—uh—I need to use the bathroom," she muttered before raising herself from his lap.

"Ah… sure, under the stairs, you know where it is," Levi replied, but she was already walking there and closing the door behind her. Her absence made him uneasy; he began to wonder if he had crossed a line unknowingly as he straightened his posture in his seat and locked eyes on the bathroom door.

"Shit—" she cursed under her breath as she realized what had happened. There was a clear red stain on her underwear. Her period had come early, at the worst possible time. They had been teasing each other about what they would do once he came back from his trip. She paced around the small guest bathroom, unsure. "I left him with his cock hard on the couch…"

There was no real reason for her to feel so ashamed or anxious. She should just tell him and promise to make it up to him later. They were both adults; he should understand.

Two subtle knocks at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Y/N, you ok in there?"

"Yes! I—uh," why was it so hard to say? Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Could you bring me my purse, please?"

She expected to hear Levi’s footsteps on the polished wood floor, but instead, he replied almost immediately, "If you need tampons or pads, there’s a basket with them on top of the toilet."

Turning around slowly, she saw the basket with a collection of different feminine hygiene products. Initially, she wondered why she had never noticed them. As she grabbed one, she couldn’t help but smile softly. It was a rather cute gesture. 'How many girls do you bring over that you have this?'

Quickly shaking off the thought, she reminded herself that they didn’t have that type of relationship, so he was free to do as he pleased, even if the idea spread inside her like boiling jealousy. 'He's a great catch… only you are the idiot thinking he doesn’t have others.'

She came out of the restroom, feeling how the mood had shifted to something uncomfortable—or maybe that was just her perception. Levi was casually putting away the snacks and glasses they had used, cleaning up. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as he continued washing the dishes. "You still need your purse?"

"No, thank you," she quickly replied, feeling like she was wasting oxygen. The moment made her reconsider if casual relationships were for her. She felt as if, by not delivering the sex they both agreed on, she was just annoying him with her presence. They could still have sex if he was into it, but she wasn’t feeling it. The cramps were starting to kick in too. "I’ll get going."

Levi, drying his hands, looked back at her slightly confused. "I was about to offer we order something to eat since I came back and still need to do the grocery shopping," he explained, surprising her deeply. "But if you want to go, I can drive you. It’s not too late; I could still go to the supermarket."

He seemed so unfazed, unbothered.

"I’ll take an Uber; it’s fine," she insisted. "I don’t want to be a bother."

Levi, who was unloading the dishwasher, paused. "I’m inviting you, moron. If you were a bother, I wouldn’t be offering for you to stay."

The plan seemed lovely: staying in his big cozy house outside the city because Levi insisted downtown and all its noise annoyed him, eating something tasty, having him spoil her rotten. It seemed too good to be true. The next words slipped out without intention, revealing her thoughts.

"We don’t have that type of relationship."

It dropped like a bomb. The silence was overwhelming, feeling like it lasted hours. Levi put the final dish away, his fingers lingering on the countertop door a bit longer. His lips pressed together, and from the outside, he appeared as stoic as ever.

"We could… if you want."

Adult relationships can be so complicated. Both looked at each other. "If you know what I mean," was implied by both their expressions. It felt so ridiculous, as if junior high relationships were easier than this. "Not to sound too needy, too desperate, set too many rules, be too insistent."

A smile crept onto her face, and she felt like a little girl with a crush. "I think I do."

He tried to wash off the enthusiasm. "Great, so… choose what you want to eat, and I’ll give you my card."

"You choose what to watch?" she asked as she took her phone out to select dinner.

"Yeah, sure."

Later, cuddling in bed and watching a cheesy Netflix show that made them wonder who funded such a production but continued watching because there was nothing better on, she had a question. Levi’s cat purred between his legs as she rested her head on his right shoulder.

"Why do you have all those pads in your bathroom?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Levi looked back at her momentarily before calmly saying, "Isabel, she's… like my little sister. I adopted her when she was little." He began to explain but realized it was hard to tell the complete story without some details. "Her friends and she, in middle school, would start to get their periods and be too ashamed to ask me for pads or tampons. So, I decided to set up a basket so they could grab what they needed. Over time, it became a routine."

"Wait," she sat up straight, "she lives here? What if she sees us?"

"Chill, she’s at college. She’s in her first year."

"Aww, well, it seems like you were a 'cool mom,'" she joked, making a Mean Girls reference.

Levi grimaced uneasily and then admitted, almost ashamed, "Not really… but I promised a friend that I would give her more freedom."

"Oh…"

(I don't know what this is, I just got an idea and decided to write it. That's all)

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A Birthday to Remember : Part Three

The third part to my first attempt at a one-shot, based on this glorious request from @latte-luxe:

If you can, could you please write a short, but spicy🌶️🌶️🌶️ one shot of a young, crazy, yet loveable 5'2 Maestra who is celebrating her 30th birthday in Monaco, and a certain 6'5 F1 team principal laid eyes on her and knew he just had to have her. 😅😅😅🙏🙏🙏

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Caution may contain spice.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

Waving goodbye to her three friends as their taxi pulled away from the round driveway at the front of the Fairmont hotel, Fernanda hoped she had made the right decision. Her birthday had been nothing short of spectacular, having spent the day at the beach, catching a nice tan before heading to the fanciest restaurant she’d ever been to, finishing her night with a night on the tiles at the legendary club Jimmyz. She’d had fun with her friends and they’d pulled out all the stops for her, making sure everyone around knew it was her birthday with a second sparkler-topped birthday cake and enthusiastic singing.

Having reorganised her flight home, Fernanda’s weekend had now turned into a bona-fide mini-break. She would now stay an extra night with Toto, flying home on Monday evening and letting him show her around town. When she had texted him with her decision, he’d been overjoyed and they had organised for him to pick her up from her hotel shortly after her friends departed. 

Making her way back inside to wait in the lobby for Toto, Fernanda still couldn’t believe how this weekend had played out, butterflies aplenty as she thought about what could be in store for her. She’d barely sat down, nervously fiddling with her phone, when the screen lit up with a message.

Outside x

It was Toto. Gathering her weekend bag alongside her large beach bag, she made her way out to the driveway, eyes widening as she clocked the car that Toto had come to pick her up in. It was a silver 300SL Gullwing, a car that she knew was worth a small fortune. He was leant jauntily on the bonnet, immediately leaping up to take her bag from her and greeting her with a peck on the cheek.

“Hello,” he said, “So how was last night?”

Blushing slightly, Fernanda replied, “So much fun! How are you?”

Having secured Fernanda’s weekend bag in the very small boot, Toto made his way back around to the passenger door of the car, opening the hinging door in a gentlemanly manner, “All the better now that you’re here.”

Making Fernanda blush even harder, her mind floated to her friends’ cautionary words. Perhaps he was a little too slick. Deciding to laugh off his comment, she replied, “Sure, sure. So where are you taking me?”

Toto’s eyes crinkled in a kind smile as he settled down beside her, starting the impressive car up. “Well, I thought it’s a beautiful day we can go straight to the beach? I can show you the best views around here, then have some lunch, head back to mine, freshen up and then watch the sunset?”

“That sounds lovely, thank you again for inviting me to stay a little longer,” said Fernanda, giving Toto’s hand that rested on the gearstick beside her a gentle squeeze.

“The pleasure is all mine Fernanda,” he said, grinning as he spun the car around the Fairmont drive and up the famous hairpin bend into town.

——

The drive passed relatively quickly, with Fernanda and Toto chatting away about anything and everything. As they whizzed along the clifftop, Fernanda dared to look down at the glittering blue waters below. 

“It is so beautiful, you’re lucky to live down here,” she said, sighing, knowing that a teacher's salary was not buying her a place on the Côte d’Azur any time soon.

“It’s not bad.” Toto said, with a grin, “I just wish I could enjoy it more.”

“I suppose you don’t get to be here that often right?” Fernanda asked, curious about his work-life balance.

“Never for more than a few days at a time.” said Toto, looking wistful, “Ok, so here we are, Plage des Pissarelles. I think you’re going to love it.”

As Toto pulled up at the side of the road, next to a nondescript garage, Fernanda couldn’t help but notice that they were still very much perched on top of a cliff, “I thought we were going to the beach?”

“We are.” said Toto, effortlessly parallel parking, “It’s a short walk but worth it.”

Fernanda raised her eyebrows, she’d worn her leather slides, not the best footwear for climbing down a cliff.

Noticing her looking down at her feet, Toto smiled and reached across to squeeze her thigh reassuringly, “Don’t look so worried, there is a path.”

“If you’re sure,” said Fernanda, smiling apprehensively.

Hopping out of the car Toto once again rushed around to open Fernanda’s door and help her clamber out of the low-slung sportscar.

“Thank you,” she said, brushing away the creases from her linen shorts.

“You’re most welcome,” said Toto, suddenly producing a wicker basket from his boot that Fernanda had not noticed earlier.

“Are we having a picnic?” Fernanda asked eagerly.

“Wait and see,” said Toto, winking at her and threading his arm through Fernanda’s as they made their way across the road and towards the coastal path.

——

True to his word, the walk was not too precarious, although Fernanda was thankful to have Toto’s arm around her at certain points. As they clambered down the last few stone steps and through the small gate, they were greeted with a gorgeous rocky cove, one that was hidden from the clifftop. To add to the dreamy setting, there was not a single soul on the beach.

“Wow, this is gorgeous.” exclaimed Fernanda, “How did you find this place?”

Toto smiled, “I’m glad you like it, I discovered it one day when I was out sailing so I figured out where the parking was and now I come here as often as I can to escape.”

Beaming, Fernanda looked around, “I can see why!”

Clearly happy that Fernanda was impressed with his choice of location, Toto took her hand in his and led the way towards a small flat inlet, “Let’s settle here, the tide is not due in but if it does come in, we’re safe here.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” said Fernanda, still in awe of the beautiful surroundings. Toto made quick work of spreading out a beach blanket, that he seemingly magically produced from nowhere and setting down the picnic basket on one side.

“So, what would you like to drink Madame?” he said with a goofy grin.

“What are my choices?” Fernanda asked with a smile, settling down on the blanket beside him.

“Rosé, white or sparkling water,” Toto said, presenting three small bottles as if he were an expert sommelier.

“Rosé would be perfect!” she replied, “I love that you have brought options. What else is in that basket?”

Toto smirked as he poured two small glasses of rosé before offering one to Fernanda, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“So mysterious,” said Fernanda giggling before holding her glass in front of her, “Cheers.”

“Cheers to the birthday girl,” said Toto, his warm chocolate eyes gazing into hers before taking a sip and setting his glass down beside him. He then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Fernanda’s lips, his sudden affection taking her by surprise.

Pulling away and admiring the handsome man before her, Fernanda beamed, “It’s not my birthday any more though.”

“Nonsense,” said Toto, leaning in once more and gently kissing her neck, “It’s your birthday weekend until you’re on the plane home.”

Nuzzling into Toto’s kisses, Fernanda ruffled her hand through his unruly hair as he kissed his way up and down her neck, ghosting his lips behind her ear, almost making her moan in pleasure.

Sensing her excitement, Toto pulled away slightly, “Right, before we get carried away, would you like to eat?”

“There are options?” asked Fernanda, curious how he had put this picnic basket together at such short notice.

“Of course,” said Toto, producing what appeared to be two wrapped baguettes. “Emmental and ham or crudités. I wasn’t sure if you are vegetarian and I’m afraid the boulangerie didn’t have much choice this morning.”

“What do you mean? That’s so sweet. I’m happy with either. Honestly, Toto, this is so kind of you.” said Fernanda, touched by his attention to detail.

“I don’t mind, I like both.” he said, rummaging around further in the basket, “I also have some fruit and chips.”

“Lucky dip?” Fernanda said, honestly happy with either option.

“Deal,” Toto said, handing her one of the baguettes and setting down a small platter of fruit in between them.

“Ooh crudités.” Fernanda exclaimed as she unwrapped her sandwich, “I was secretly hoping for this one.”

“Good,” said Toto, planting another kiss on her cheek, “Please have some fruit too.”

——

Having sat contentedly for the last hour snacking, drinking rosé and occasionally snuggling in for a kiss, Fernanda felt like she was on cloud nine. No man had ever surprised her with a picnic, let alone a man she’d only known for two days. Whether or not he was the playboy her friends suggested he could be, she knew that whatever happened this would be a memorable birthday.

“Do you fancy a swim?” asked Toto, breaking apart from their latest kiss

“Sure,” said Fernanda, “Although I stupidly didn’t bring a towel.”

Smiling, Toto reached around into the picnic basket and produced a blue and white fouta, “Don’t worry, I came prepared.”

“What else do you have in that Mary Poppins bag?” Fernanda asked, laughing at Toto’s preparedness for everything.

“Just a tent, some loungers, an umbrella, the essentials,” he said, laughing as he stripped down to his swim shorts.

Following suit, Fernanda peeled off her sundress to reveal her white bikini, Toto not making any kind of effort to hide his gaze of admiration and whistling as she stuffed her dress into her bag.

Fernanda felt herself blushing, not comfortable with his overt showering of compliments. She knew it was silly as he’d seen everything up close and personal not one night before, but she couldn’t help it.

“You’re shy?” Toto asked as he got up to join her in making their way towards the sea, careful not to tread on any sharp rocks. “You are beautiful, please don’t be shy.”

“That’s sweet,” Fernanda said, still flushed from the attention and not sure what to say.

Suddenly grabbing her hips and spinning her around to face him, Toto gazed down at her, “I mean it Fernanda, the moment I saw you, I had to have you. You took my breath away.”

Now entirely speechless, Fernanda looked up at the tall Austrian in front of her, “You’re quite some man Toto.”

Gazing down affectionately, Toto once more planted his lips on hers, his hand lightly caressing her hip, sliding under the tie of her bikini bottoms. However, the moment didn’t last long, with Toto abruptly breaking away. Fernanda was confused for a second until he exclaimed with a grin, “Race you to the sea.” and bounded away.

“Hey, that’s not fair, you had a head start,” said Fernanda, trying not to hurt her feet on the pebbly beach. “Your feet must be like Teflon Toto.”

“You get used to it,” he said, turning back and making his way over. “But since it’s your birthday weekend, I’ll help you.”

At that, he scooped Fernanda up into his arms, carrying her towards the ocean. Once again rendered speechless, Fernanda clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

Wading into the water, Toto then gently dipped down, allowing Fernando to dip herself into the cool blue water. “Thank you, my knight in shining armour,” she said, enjoying the water as it lapped around at waist height, the height difference between Fernanda and Toto truly laughable as Toto was standing mid-thigh in the sea beside her.

Noticing this, Toto waded out a little further to the drop-off, flipped onto his back, floating for a moment before dunking himself under the water and coming back up, James Bond style.

Now Fernanda was feeling more confident, it was her turn to whistle in admiration.

“You like what you see?” said Toto with a smirk, “Come and swim!”

“Don’t mind if I do,” said Fernanda, making her way into the deeper water to join the handsome Austrian.

——

Having enjoyed a long and lazy afternoon swim, Fernanda and Toto had since made their way back to the beach where they’d continued to snuggle, Fernanda drinking wine and Toto switching to sparkling water as he was designated driver for the day.

“I could stay here forever,” mused Fernanda, content as the warm afternoon sun shone down on the two of them.

“Me too.” sighed Toto, pulling Fernanda closer into his chest, “What do you want to do tonight? I was thinking we could go back to mine and freshen up and then go out for dinner?”

“That sounds wonderful,” said Fernanda, very glad that she had pushed her flight.

“I’m glad. Thank you for staying.” said Toto, absentmindedly stroking Fernanda’s hip, “This has been one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long while.”

“You and me both,” said Fernanda with a sigh.

——

Having stayed at the beach a little longer to dry out after their swim, Toto and Fernanda then made their way back towards Monaco. The drive back had been as beautiful as ever and Fernanda had come to appreciate the unique melting pot of old-world charm and modern architecture that made the tiny country so special. Maybe in another life, she could even see herself living there. 

Apprehensive as she set foot in Toto’s fancy apartment building, Fernanda was suddenly nervous once again. If she’d felt like she didn’t belong at her hotel, this was next level. Everything was pristine white and exuded luxury. A million miles away from her small apartment back home.

Making their way into a glossy-looking elevator, Toto smiled at Fernanda, “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”

“Believe me, me neither,” muttered Fernanda, still feeling as if she were in some kind of dream. Perhaps she’d had one too many cocktails and hit her head on the dancefloor at Jimmyz, or was just in a really deep jetlagged sleep? 

“So, this is home sweet home,” said Toto as the elevator doors opened to reveal an extremely luxurious-looking foyer, with an expansive marble floor, expensive-looking art and a console table topped with numerous photos of Toto with various F1 royalty.

“Nice.” said Fernanda, “So are you going to give me a tour or what?”

——

Toto had proceeded to show Fernanda around his surprisingly tasteful apartment. It was modern and clean, mostly blue and white with floor-to-ceiling windows along one side that offered a spectacular view of the sea. Continuing the foyer decor, impressive art and sculptures were scattered throughout, alongside various pieces of motorsport memorabilia.

Having shown Fernanda to the luxurious marble bathroom that adjoined his bedroom, Toto had allowed her a moment of privacy to take a shower, ever the gentleman ignoring her protests for him to go first and her joking invitation for him to join her.

As Fernanda allowed the waterfall shower to rain down on her head, she still couldn’t quite believe that this was real life. Even Toto’s bathroom oozed money, the shower wrapped in elegant grey and white marble that matched the sizeable bathtub and countertops. For a moment Fernanda allowed herself to daydream about what it would be like to shower here every day, quite some step up from her small apartment.

Shaking the intrusive thoughts away and shutting the shower off, Fernanda stepped out onto the cool marble. Having successfully washed the beach out of her hair, she twirled it into a turban and then wrapped both herself and her hair in the cosy white towels that Toto had left out, padding out into the bedroom where she found Toto lounging on the bed, reading something intently on an iPad.

Clearing her throat to get his attention, Fernanda timidly approached him, “The shower is free.”

His eyes crinkling, Toto looked her up and down, “Thank you, although I knew I should have joined you. Just when I think you can’t look any more beautiful”

Blushing, Fernanda was surprised by his comments. She was fresh out of the shower, hair wrapped in a turban, make-up free and wearing nothing but a towel.

Sensing her shyness, Toto got up from the bed and took Fernanda’s hands in his, “Seriously Fernanda, you drive me crazy.” Bending down to kiss her gently, he added, “I will try and be quick and if you need a hair dryer I put one on the dresser.”

Once again pleasantly surprised by his thoughtfulness, Fernanda thanked him before standing on tippy toes to return the kiss, pushing into his hips with hers and planting her hands on his firm chest.

Growling, Toto deepened the kiss, his large hands dropping to squeeze Fernanda’s curvaceous hips as he guided her back towards the bed, only breaking the kiss to place her gently down on her back on the bed before continuing to explore her lips with his.

As if a switch had been turned on in his brain, Toto suddenly broke the contact, “Hang on, you don’t want me getting the beach all over you again. You just got clean, I should shower.”

 Slightly affronted, Fernanda gripped her hands together around the back of his neck, pulling him back down, “Don’t be stupid, maybe we can take a shower together, save the water?”

“I like that suggestion,” said Toto, once again, scooping up Fernanda in his strong arms and carrying her to the bathroom.

——

By the time dinner time had rolled around, the sun was setting and Fernanda and Toto had explored every inch of each other’s bodies. They’d showered together, dried off together and then finally collapsed once again in Toto’s pristine white bedsheets.

“Hungry?” asked Toto as he spooned Fernanda in shared bliss.

“Hmmm,” was all Fernanda could manage, content with laying in bed for the rest of the evening, cuddling up to Toto and gazing through the wall of glass windows, watching the last of the evening sun dip below the cool blue line of the ocean.

“Fucked out?” asked Toto, somewhat crudely.

“You could say that,” said Fernanda, lazily drawing circles on Toto’s muscular arm.

“We can order in if you want? Watch a movie and be lazy?” Toto said, caressing her lower stomach from behind.

“That sounds like perfection.” said Fernanda, turning her head to kiss Toto once more, “What did you have in mind?”

“There is a good Italian place across the road, they deliver quickly.” suggested Toto, “Or if not there is a Greek restaurant also.”

“Italian sounds good,” said Fernanda, always a fan of the popular cuisine.

“Great,” replied Toto, “I will find the menu.”

——

As Fernanda opened her eyes, the morning sunlight was just starting to stream in through the gaps between the curtains. Toto snored contently beside her, his arm never having left her waist as they’d cuddled into the early hours.

With mixed emotions, Fernanda reflected on her birthday weekend. A beautiful place, fun with her friends and this handsome man, she could not have wished for a better birthday.

Sensing she was awake, Toto stirred beside her, sleepily propping himself up onto his elbow, “Morning beautiful.” 

“Morning handsome,” she said, turning around to kiss him, feeling his hardness pressing into her back as he came to.

“I don’t want you to leave today,” said Toto, pouting slightly, pushing his hips back and forth into Fernanda’s.

“I don’t want to go. But alas, I have to go back to work,” said Fernanda sadly.

“Fuck work, stay in my bed forever,” he said, pulling Fernanda’s hips from behind and tucking himself between her legs, nudging at her entrance.

“I wish,” said Fernanda, gasping as Toto rubbed himself up and down, gathering her wetness before pushing in.

“Fuck.” was all she could explain as she suddenly felt full, Toto gently bottoming out before pulling out and pushing back in lazily.

“That feels so good,” he exclaimed, continuing at the agonisingly slow pace, drawing in and out.

“Tell me about it,” said Fernanda, picking up the pace eagerly with her hips.

“Slow down, we have all morning,” said Toto, gripping her hips, forcing her to keep to his tantalizing rhythm.

“I guess.” said Fernanda impatiently, “You are such a tease Toto.”

“I know,” he said, before suddenly withdrawing fully, reaching around and flipping Fernanda onto her back. Hovering above her, he settled back between her legs and pushed back in, forcing Fernanda to moan at the new angle. 

“Oof yes, do that,” she said, wrapping her legs around Toto’s lower back and pushing up to match his shallow thrusts.

Quick to respond, Toto kept up the pace, finding a rhythm that had them both blissfully moaning, not a care in the world, as they worked their way towards completion.  

Reaching their shared high, Toto collapsed slightly, rolling off Fernanda carefully before pulling her close into his chest and kissing her forehead. “Thank you.” he gasped breathily.

“Thank you,” Fernanda giggled, craning her neck to look back up at Toto “I will never forget this birthday weekend.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” said Toto, “When can I see you again?”

Slightly taken aback by his openness Fernanda stuttered, “Oh, you want to see me again?”

Frowning, Toto looked down at her, his dark eyes impenetrable, “Fernanda, I’m not sure how many more times I need to say it. Yes. I want to see you again.”

“Well, then, we can make it happen,” said Fernanda grinning, cuddling up into Toto’s broad chest, content in knowing that it wouldn’t be goodbye when he dropped her off at Nice airport later that day.

[therealcocoshady]

Request:

Marshall having to miss Lilly’s birthday because he’s on tour

Happy birthday

Author’s Note : Thank you for your request ❤️. I had a blast writing this ! I hope you enjoy it 🙈.

Tags : Fluff

2019

Before leaving for his tour, Marshall had apologized to you about three hundred times. You had just gotten engaged and he had to leave you to plan the wedding on your own, while he was touring Europe for a month and a half. The two of you didn’t want to wait to get married and agreed to do it as soon as he came back. The day before he left for his tour, the two of you almost went to city hall to get married in a haste. You couldn’t wait to finally be married and officially be a family. In truth, neither of you really cared about having a lengthy ceremony, a reception or proper wedding attire. You just wanted to be married. But as you were ready to get in the car and get to city hall before closing time, you were met with doubts, especially Marshall. 

Should we do it ?  Are you sure ? He asked. 

I’m game if you are, you said with a smile. I can’t wait to be your wife. 

I can’t wait to be your husband. Won’t you regret having a proper ceremony, though ? He asked. 

I don’t care, you said. But if you’d rather wait, we can do it too… 

I don’t want to wait, he said. But maybe… Maybe we can call my daughters ? They wouldn’t want to miss it. 

Of course, you said. Maybe we could have one of them FaceTime my parents so that they don’t miss it either ? 

Great. And we should celebrate a little, maybe go to dinner ? He suggested.

Should I dress up, then ? You asked. If we’re going out after, I should at least wear a nice dress. 

I should at least put on a nice shirt, then, he agreed. 

Ok, we get dressed, book dinner, call the girls and my parents and off we go, you said. 

Should we call Paul, Denaun and Tracy ? He asked. They were here when we met, they’re our closest friends, they should be celebrating with us. 

Ok, but then perhaps Royce too ? You asked. And do they bring their significant others ? 

You stopped and stared at each other before bursting out in a fit of laughter. He kissed you lovingly. 

Who are we kidding ? He chuckled. 

Do you… Do we want an actual party ? You asked. 

I think I do, he admitted. I love you, I can’t wait for you to be my wife, but I think I’d regret not celebrating properly. You deserve actual vows, a nice place to get married, a first dance… I want us to do this the right way. And I don’t think your mom would forgive us if she wasn’t there to attend, and possibly have a little figurine of herself on top of the cake. 

You’re right, you giggled. But I don’t want to wait too long, though. Let’s do it when you get back, ok ? 

Ok, he agreed. Right after I get back, I’m marrying the shit out of you and you’re mine forever. 

I’m already yours forever, you said cheekily as you showed him your engagement ring. 

It had been a couple of months since he got on one knee at dinner and proposed with the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. You should have gotten used to the rock sitting on your engagement finger by now, but you were still giddy every time you looked at it. Knowing that he took your daughter with him when he went to pick the ring also made it that much more meaningful. That very night, he also stated his intention of adopting Lily and caring for her. Ever since you’d met, he had always been incredible to her and, even though the adoption wasn’t official yet, he was very much a father figure to her. You knew leaving her for six weeks was just as hard for him as leaving you. By his own admission, he loved your little routine as a family and was going to miss it while on tour. Sadly, he was also going to miss her second birthday. Unfortunately, the tour had been planned before the two of you started dating, so there was no way he could have known. He was gutted, though, and he kept on apologizing to the both of you. 

It’s fine, you said. We’ll celebrate with you when you get back. 

It’s not the same, he shrugged. But I’d like that. 

If anything, you’ll miss the party with all the kids from daycare, so you’re pretty lucky, you giggled. I sort of want to skip it… 

Why did you plan it in the first place, then ? He mused. 

Because apparently, it shows that your kid and family are socially adjusted, you explained. And if I- if we want her to get into the right preschool… 

You’re still set on that fancy preschool, aren’t you ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You still think that’s stupid ? You asked. 

I think preschool is preschool, he chuckled. My kids didn’t go to any fancy preschool or kindergarten. In fact, they went to all public schools and did great. But if you think it’s what’s best for Lily, sure. 

Yeah but now that you’re adopting her, you should have a say- you began. 

Doesn’t matter, he said. I’m not against it. In fact, if you want me to foot the bill, I will, happily. But, just in case she doesn’t get in : you should remember it’s preschool, not Harvard, and that her life won’t be ruined if she goes to a public preschool. I’m pretty sure they use the same crayons anyway. 

True, you giggled. I know it’s stupid, you know ? But Lily is my first and only child. I only want the best. I know you have more experience with your girls. I should probably chill… You know better.

I don’t know if I know better, he chuckled. You’re the best Mom she would ask for. Plus, you know… When I had my daughters, I wasn’t in the same position as now. I wasn’t able to be as present, physically and mentally, too. But Lily… was Lily’s going to get the best version of me. 

We’re pretty lucky to have you, you said lovingly. 

I’m pretty lucky too, he said. I’m really going to miss you. I’m not even gone and I can’t wait to be back, already.

Hopefully, we don’t burn the house down with that wild Project X party for her birthday, you joked. Are you sure you’re ok with me hosting it here ? 

You live here, now, don’t you ? He said with a smile. Besides, the house survived Nathan and the parties he threw when I was on tour and he lived here, so it should be fine with the kids from daycare. 

You were still navigating your new life as Marshall’s fiancée. Before your engagement, you didn’t live together but after he asked for your hand, you ended up moving in with him in his house. You still weren’t too used to the place. Before, you spent most of your time in your house, since all of Lily’s stuff was there. But given his celebrity status, Marshall needed his security nearby and it made more sense for you to move into his house, which was in a gated community, than for him to move into yours. You liked the place and he had made the cutest bedroom and playroom for Lily, who absolutely loved it, but you had yet to claim the place as yours. Though now that you would be left here alone for six weeks, you’d have no choice. 

On the morning he left for his tour, the goodbye was bittersweet. As a collaborator who worked for Shady Records and his biggest supporter, you were excited for him because you knew he loved performing, but as his fiancée, it was hard to let him go. He was standing by the door, bags in his hand, ready to cross the threshold. You were holding Lily, ready to say goodbye. Six weeks would be too long. He let go of his bags to hug you one last time. 

I’m going to miss you, he said. I’ll FaceTime everyday, alright ? Or at least, as much as I can. 

Sure, you said. Say bye to Dad, Lily ? 

Bye, she said in her little voice. 

Bye baby, he said softly. Take care of your Mom, alright ? And don’t become a giant while I’m gone. 

He kissed her little head and she giggled. You tried to get her to say « Bye Dad » but referring to Marshall as her father wasn’t natural for her yet. He wasn’t bothered by it, though, and said that she’d use the word in due time. 

Bye, my love, he said before kissing you tenderly. I love you. 

I love you too, you said. Have a safe flight. And say hi to everyone for me. 

Will do, he said. See you in six weeks. 

You nodded and watched him leave, tears in your eyes. As soon as she saw the car leave the property and the tears in your eyes, Lily understood that Marshall might be gone for longer than usual and started to cry. You knew it was going to be a long few weeks. However, Marshall kept true to his words. He FaceTimed you every night and even read a couple of stories to Lily, who was always happy to see him on the screen. The tour was going great and he was having fun, though he missed you a lot. As for you, you kept working and planning the wedding. At least, this kept you busy. 

Two days before Lily’s birthday, you were looking at your phone and showing her pictures and videos of Marshall on stage and she finally pronounced the magic word. 

Daddy ! She shrieked. 

That’s right my love ! You said happily. That’s Daddy. Oh he’s going to be so happy ! 

You couldn’t wait to tell Marshall Lily had finally referred to him as Daddy. Though you wished he’d been able to hear it for himself. You had two weeks left before finally seeing him and you couldn’t wait for your little family to be reunited. That’s when you decided that enough was enough and, without second-thought, you decided to book plane tickets to join him in Europe. You never thought your daughter would have a father but now she had one and your little ray of sunshine deserved to have her favorite person by her side for her second birthday. And since he couldn’t make it home, home would make it to him. You immediately started packing and called Tracy. 

What’s up beautiful ? She asked. Marshall’s on stage right now. Want me to get him to call you back when the show’s over ? 

Hey ! No need, you giggled. I thought I should give you a heads up… I’m flying to Europe with Lily. We’re packing right now. 

Seriously ?! She asked. It’s going to be great to see you girls. He’s going to be so excited when I tell him ! 

Can you not ? You asked. I thought I’d surprise him ! 

Oooh that’s a good idea, she said with excitement. Do you need me to book your flights ? 

I’m good, thanks, you said. I just wanted to let you know. We’ll be in Sweden tomorrow afternoon. 

I’ll send the details of the hotel so that you can drop off the bags, and tell security to let you in the arena, Tracy offered. And if you need me, I’m one phone call away ! 

You were incredibly thankful for Tracy. She was the first person you befriended when you started working for Shady Records and she had been instrumental in your relationship with Marshall. In fact, she was the very person who told you to go for it, and who opened your eyes to the fact that he was into you. 

As soon as your bags were packed, you got in the car with Lily, heading for the airport and ready to catch the first flight for Sweden. You couldn’t wait to see Marshall. 

It was Lily’s first long flight, going out of the country, and it turned out to be an absolute nightmare. You had only managed to book economy tickets and you had to sit through an entire flight with your daughter in your lap while she was all fussy. You tried playing with her, reading to her, letting her play with her phone (even though you were absolutely against the idea of kids playing with technology) but nothing would do. Your back hurt and you knew you’d have to face the music and deal with jet lag, all while trying to work remotely for the duration of your stay. But regardless, it was worth it : you were determined to spend Lily’s second birthday with Marshall. Before the flight, you also took care of canceling the party, making up excuses and saying that Lily was sick. When you touched down in Stockholm, you were excited, despite the lack of sleep. Lily was starting to be sleepy as well, which made her less  energic. Travelling with a toddler wasn’t too easy and, since you couldn’t pack the stroller with you, you had to carry her, as well as your bag, hers and the diaper back. So much for packing light. You only planned on being gone from home a few days but, even with the bare necessities, it was a lot. Thankfully, you got the help of a very nice taxi driver who took you to the arena. It was 2:00 and you knew that, around that time, Marshall was probably starting soundcheck. You grabbed your phone and let Tracy know you were on your way. It had been on airplane mode for hours and you just realized you had missed calls from Marshall, as well as texts asking if you were alright and if you were mad at him. As soon as you got out of the cab, you found Tracy waiting for you in front of the arena. She hugged both you and Lily and helped you with your bags. 

I made arrangements with the hotel this morning, they’ll have a crib set up in Marshall’s suite for Lily, she said. 

You’re a godsend ! She’s been fussy the whole flight, hasn’t slept one bit… I can’t wait to put her down for a nap, hopefully get some rest, you confessed. 

Someone else’s been fussy, she pointed out. He was gutted that you wouldn’t pick up the phone right before Lily’s birthday… 

I didn’t even think of that, you said earnestly. 

Don’t worry, all will be forgiven as soon as he sees both of you, she said reassuringly. 

You entered the arena and she led you backstage, where you greeted by the whole team. Paul was surprised to see you and you had to say that you had come on impulse and moved your schedule around. He was still your boss and it hadn’t really occurred to you that you should keep him informed. However, as always, he was understanding and you suspected it had something to do with Lily hugging him and cooing « Unc Paul ». Your baby had Marshall’s whole team wrapped around her finger. Seeing all these familiar faces gave her a surge of energy and she was all giddy. You were led to the side of the stage, where you could see Marshall and Denaun doing sound check. They were absorbed and didn’t see either you or Lily. However, your daughter immediately spotted her Dad and favorite Uncle and she started shrieking. 

Daddy ! She said. 

You want to go and see him, baby ? You asked. 

Yes ! Daddy !!! M’ere ! She called. 

However, with the music being so loud, no one could hear her. You put her down and she immediately started running towards Marshall, who had his back turn and had no idea Lily was coming his way. You immediately took out your phone to capture the sweet moment. At some point, Porter spotted her and smiled as he stopped everything. 

Look who’s-

DADDY !!! Your daughter shrieked. 

Marshall turned and, as soon as he spotted Lily, you could see his face light up. He put the mic down and lowered himself for Lily to run in his arms. He engulfed her in a big hug and held her tightly. 

What’s my name ? How did you call me ? He asked with the biggest smile. 

Daddy ! She repeated with pride. 

That’s right, baby ! Daddy missed you so much, he added as he kissed the top of her head. 

He looked around and finally spotted you. You stopped recording and ran to hug him as well. You held each other for a long minute, savoring each other’s presence. 

God I missed you, he said as he buried his face in your neck. 

I missed you too, you said. We missed you. 

I’m so glad you’re here, he said. I was worried when you didn’t pick up the phone last night. 

Sorry, you said. I was on the plane when you called. I wanted Lily to have her favorite person by her side for her second birthday. 

You’re amazing, he praised before kissing you. I’m so happy to see the two of you. Wait, I lost track of time… it’s today, right ? 

It is, you giggled. 

Happy birthday, baby, he told Lily before kissing her. 

I can’t believe our baby is two, you said emotionally. 

I can’t believe you flew all the way here, he replied. I’m so happy. You’re amazing. 

I wouldn’t have been able to sit through this party and celebrate when Lily doesn’t have you by her side, you said. It doesn’t feel right. Birthdays are a family thing. 

How about preschool ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. I know one of the moms at daycare is the director… 

Don’t care, you chuckled. My baby has her Daddy by her side and that’s all that matters. 

You stayed by Marshall’s side during soundcheck and attended his performance. Lily was wearing noise-reducing headphones and she was excited to see her Dad performing, jumping around and interacting with fans. It was a shame she was too young to remember it later, but she seemed to be having a blast. At some point, though, she fell asleep I your arms, absolutely exhausted by the time difference and the whole flight spent without closing her eyes. She had slept a bit during the day but it wasn’t enough. You were rocking her, holding her close to you when Marshall walked off the stage after the show. You could see him melt as he saw her asleep. 

She’s so cute, he commented. 

She was a handful, you replied. I’m glad she’s asleep. 

I can’t wait for her to wake up, though, he chuckled. We haven’t even celebrated her birthday yet ! 

We can just have cake and make her blow on a candle tomorrow, you giggled. She won’t mind that it’s a day late. She won’t remember anyway. But at least, we’re together. That’s all that matters.

I’m so happy to have my girls with me, he said lovingly. Now, how about we hand Lily to Tracy for a second and you help me shower ? 

You giggled and agreed. Tracy had always been a doting aunt figure for Lily and she had absolutely no problem watching her - not that it was too much trouble when Lily was sleeping peacefully. As soon as you were alone in his dressing room, Marshall locked the door and kissed you passionately before pining you against the wall. 

God, I missed you, he said in between kisses. 

Missed you too, you whispered. Missed this. 

He chuckled and removed his tee-shirt. After almost two hours on stage, he was a sweaty mess but you didn’t care one bit. If anything, you liked his scent and were even more attracted to him - which you could probably blame on your compatible pheromones. You playfully ran your hands on his chest, in his back, happy to finally be able to touch him. He reciprocated by helping you out of your clothes and, soon enough, you were in the shower, kissing sloppily while lathering each other in body wash. You enjoyed the warm water pouring over you, relaxing your muscles after a long trip, as well as Marshall’s hands all over your body, teasing your breasts, grabbing your butt… The two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. While you were apart, you sent a great deal of nudes and sexy texts to each other but nothing compared to the real deal. You weren’t sure if you had to blame it on your exhaustion (his from the show, yours from the trip) or simply the euphoria of being reunited, but you swore the both of you never came this quickly before. You simply laughed it off and cuddled for a while on the couch. You were taken out of your little bubble when you heard Tracy knock on the door. 

Hey lovebirds, she giggled. Time to drive to the hotel. 

You quickly got dressed and went to get Lily. You expected her to be sleeping but, instead, you found her wide awake, playing with Denaun. Obviously, the little one was too happy and didn’t care too much about rest and sleep, much to your dismay. Toddlers were a handful and, even though Lily was a rather easy child, you definitely liked it more when she had proper rest. Otherwise, she could get a bit difficult, like any other child her age. Denaun was teaching her how to answer the question : « Who’s the GOAT ? » (apparently, « Nauny » was the only acceptable answer). 

Finally, you two, Denaun grinned. Finally got it out of your system ? 

Shut up, Marshall chuckled. 

Not before the wedding, you said innocently. 

Check it out, guys… Lily, who’s the GOAT ? He asked. 

Naun- DADDY ! She giggled as soon as she saw Marshall pointing at himself. 

Fuck you, man, Denaun sighed. Took me twenty minutes to get her to say it ! 

Language, Marshall scolded as he took Lily in his arms. That’s right babygirl. Daddy’s the GOAT. 

Marshall was still beaming over the fact that he had finally earned the « Daddy » title and proudly carried Lily on his shoulder on the way to the car. Once you were at the hotel, everyone gathered in Marshall’s suite for dinner, which mainly consisted of snacks. You tried to get your daughter away from the sugary snacks and scolded Denaun for sneaking her some, but it was a lost cause. Even Marshall indulged her. 

If she has sugar this late, she won’t sleep as well, you pointed out. 

But she’s so happy, your fiancé pointed out. And it’s her birthday… 

Speaking of which, Tracy said, it’s time to blow candles, don’t you think ? 

You hugged your friend, who had taken the time to order a small cake with candles from room service as soon as she learned you were coming. Everyone sang your baby happy birthday and she was elated to have some of her people with her. When it was time to go to bed, you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth while Marshall put your daughter in her PJs. You walked in on him holding her and gently rocking her as she was yawning. He was so absorbed that he didn’t see you. 

Happy birthday again, my princess, he said with a smile. I’m so happy Mommy brought you here. I missed you so much. I swear to God, and I swear to you, I’ll never be away on your birthday again. 

[buckttommy]

god i'm so bored without any 911 content to obsess over. y'all got a trailer or sumn laying around over there orrrrrrr ... like what we doin

[kitamars]

in my ponykata feels rn

[crazymecjc]

I love you. I’m glad I exist.

[bugmistake]

i really am trying very hard to get better at not caring what people think of me but ummm. being rejected by my peers does still hurt a little!

[mildmayfoxe]

hahaha hey you guys guess what. you'll never believe it. got the guy who's in charge of my fraud case on the phone and he was like "who'd you give one-time security codes to yesterday" and i was like "the guy who called me from the fraud department after they noticed a weird login in florida??" and he was like "that was the fuckin hacker. you got got. IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!" i handed my entire savings over to a fucking guy on the phone on a silver platter. like some kind of fuckin rube. bro

[loverboybitch]

In Tandem and Prophecy rings by Harlot Hands.//.

[bowithoutadaemon]

Ugh I hate when my brain decides I NEED to play a certain game that I don't currently own.

I have a backlog of several games. Of various genres.

And I am fairly sure I tried the game back when my hacked switch worked and actually didn't really enjoy it that much.

But now my brain isn't shutting up about it.

[daydadahlias]

what are you getting us for ashton’s birthday

some respect for fanfic authors as people will be first on the list <3

[rotzaprachim]

increasingly of the opinion that the Star Wars character with the cool-aunt shows-up-at-Life Day-With-Every-Possible-Dangerous-Toy in the Falcon and enjoys a cheeky little prosecco spritzer at 5:23 pm while tuning out her friends’ chirping about their little bundles of joy pure unadulterated wine-aunt energy belongs to none other than Leia Organa herself. Periodically she is left to hold the Nephew (grogu) and she’s like... who is this gremlin? her will is a three-way split between chewie grogu and poe dameron

[oh-gh0st]

LETS GO. LETS NOT FUCKING GO.....

[avo-kat]

i feel SO much and i want SO much and im SO greedy and im SO full of love and SO starved for affection

and then the next minute im like, ok nevermind im fine leave me alone yall omg i need to be alone and do my shit

[cannot-copia]

this year so far

[bibleofficial]

idk what my father thought the take-away would be by taking my brother & i downtown to look at homeless people every holiday and birthday growing up was. like all it’s turned into was ‘communism = good’ & 🤝 like 😭😭