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sxturdaysun · 3 months

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31 + 32 + 38 for Inigo! ✨

I GET IT. I GET THE VISION.

↪ content: 1.4k words. this is super weepy and dramatic, but so is inigo, so it all works out lol. set in the au where we got married in awakening <3 (from here)

31 - while laughing 32 - through tears 38 - reunion

he was seeing things.

that's what this was — an illusion; a waking dream; a trick his tired mind, sleep deprived from night after night of lying awake in lonely heartache, was cruelly playing on him. it wasn't real — he knew it wasn't real; knew there was no way for it to be real; knew there was no chance it would ever be real.

it wasn't her.

it couldn't be her.

but when their eyes met — when his shoulder had caught hers in the afternoon crowd of the capitol and they had both turned in sync to face the other — she froze just as he did; stared, wide-eyed and unblinking, just as he did; grew pale, just as he did.

she looked like she had just seen a ghost.

he felt like he had, too.

it wasn't her — it couldn't be her — but her eyes were the same shade of green that he had long since fallen in love with; her hair fell over her shoulders in the same messy curls he often coiled around his fingers; her cheeks were dotted with the same faint pattern of freckles he had committed to memory after countless nights of trailing his lips across them. the shape of her nose; the curve of her mouth; the choker wrapped around her neck and the gemstone dangling from it that matched the one embedded in his wedding ring — it was all the same.

it was the same, but it shouldn't be — she shouldn't be here; she couldn't be here. it couldn't be—

"inigo...?"

—her.

the sound of his name — his real name; the name he had been longing to hear her call him since being separated from her — being spoken in the same voice that he heard in every single one of his dreams sent a sharp stabbing through his heart; froze the breath in his lungs and the blood in his veins; made his throat grow so tight that it was almost unbearable.

he didn't realize he was crying until he couldn't make out her features anymore.

"i-inigo? what's—"

hearing it again — her voice; his name; the soft stutter and gentle cadence of the way she'd always said it — made something inside him snap.

in an instant, he had closed the small space between them — pivoted so quickly against the stone pathway, moved so desperately toward her, that his feet all but tripped over each other in their frantic attempt to reach her; to touch her; to bring her into his arms and hold her so tightly that she couldn't get away; so tightly that it put every broken piece of his heart back together.

so tightly that nothing could ever take him away from her again.

when his arms flung themselves around her waist, his face buried itself instinctively — habitually — into the crook of her neck; and while he cried into her skin, shaking fingers digging into her back through the fabric of her clothes, he felt her body stumble and bend under the weight of his own threatening to collapse on top of her; felt her muscles tense before relaxing into his grasp; felt her arms wrap around his shaking shoulders, slotting perfectly around his neck as if that was where they had always belonged.

"you're still such a crybaby," was murmured gently into his ear, her tone filled with nothing less than an affection so deep it very nearly made his legs give out. soft fingers found their way into his hair; threaded rhythmically through the strands. "...i missed you."

just barely, he heard her voice catch in her throat.

tighter still, inigo held her — tighter and tighter, as if he were afraid she would slip right through his fingers and vanish again if his grip loosened even slightly. "i—" he cut off with a shaky breath; a sharp inhale against the sobs that wracked his body. "i m-missed you— t-too— s-so much, koda, i-i—"

as if a dam had been broken within him, words spilled messily past his lips — thoughts and feelings he had kept buried, swallowed down as deep as they could go in futile attempts to keep them from consuming him; barely coherent admissions of how much he had missed her; of how badly he had longed to see her again; of how sorry he was for leaving her; how he would never do it again; how he would never let anything tear them apart again.

how all he had ever wanted from the moment he was whisked away from his home — from her — was to be by her side again.

his shaky rambling continued until her arms slowly pulled themselves from his neck; until his head snapped up, fear flashing through damp brown eyes; until her hands gently held his face between them, thumbs softly brushing away the steady stream of tears that dripped down his cheeks. a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth — faint and fragile, as if it were the only thing holding back a wave of sobs from taking over her as well; as if she were on the cusp of falling apart just as he was.

"hey, c'mon." just as soft as before, her voice filled his ears, the sound soothing his rapidly-fraying nerves and easing the unbearable ache in his chest. "smile for me."

huh?

something about the sentence — the gentle way it was spoken to him; the way that it was something he had so often said to her — made inigo pause; made his eyes blink the tears from them; made his breath hitch in the back of his throat and his heart skip a small beat in his chest. for a moment, all he did was stare at her — at the affection that colored her eyes; at the way her lips curled upward; at the features that he had resigned himself to only seeing behind his eyelids when he tried to sleep.

and then, he started laughing.

as if his body simply couldn't contain the swell of emotion within his heart, the sound tumbled lightly off his tongue and into the space between them, brown eyes lighting up with a happiness he had long since forgotten and a love he had kept painfully swallowed down. his arms moved on their own — unwrapped themselves from her waist so his palms could cup her face between them; so he could pull her towards him; so he could hold her ever closer and press his forehead to hers and cover her smile with his own.

i love you.

the thought sent a blossom of warmth through his chest — one that spread throughout his limbs; down the length of his arms and into the tips of his fingers; into every fiber of his being until he was sure he was glowing — until all he could do was press kiss after kiss after kiss to her lips; until she had broken out into a fit of giggles alongside him, the airy sound ringing softly in his ears like a precious melody.

just slightly, koda turned her head; in response, inigo kissed her cheek, his smile pressed against her skin. "h-hey—" she laughed out, the corners of her eyes pricking with unshed tears and the bridge of her nose dusting an adorably soft shade of pink. "i said smile, not—"

her voice cut off when he kissed her again; and when he pulled back, he beamed down at her, one of his thumbs drawing a soft line over her cheekbone. "but i am now, aren't i?"

a soft, endeared breath left koda's nose, her smile softening with the faintest twinges of amusement lingering in its edges. gently, her head leaned into his touch; and not-so-gently, his heart jumped against his ribs — threatened to burst, as if this were the first time she had ever acted in such a way; as if this were his first time touching her at all. "you are," she murmured back, a content hum filling her tone and quiet affection filling her eyes. carefully — as if she were just as afraid of losing him again as he was of losing her — she leaned forward until her face was buried in his chest, her head tucked neatly under his chin. "...i'm glad you are."

just as carefully, inigo held her — close to his chest; close to his heart that had finally begun to beat again; that had only ever seemed to beat for her.

"i am, too."

but i'm more glad that you are.

#♡ — asks #♡ — writing #♡ — ok to rb #ignore how long it took for me to write this pls <3 #anyway! ur soppy weepy content ma'am <3 #i will now proceed to cry over him once more #💜 dancing in the dark #♡ hannah tag!

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blondeaxolotl · 4 months

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im curious to know what sebagrelle's dynamic would be in your most recent au? omg i just thought of the name sacrilege for it since its like priests/nuns x demons yk do you see the vision pleas

If you've never seen a nun chase down a giant demon before like some reverse tom n jerry, you will now.

So far Grell is like the only member of the church who wouldn't care if she got caught wooing a demon, the only reason girlie hasn't been kicked out yet is cause Hannah and Angela are saving her ass 😭 (Yeah, Grell, Hannah and Angela are a trio here).

Her first time actually seeing Sebastian was when Ronald finally got the courage to introduce Grell to Mey-Rin (since he trusts Grell the most cause besties) and they accidentally walked in on Sebastian harshly scolding Mey-Rin for messing around with a human for days. The room was filled with silence before Grell broke it with a "god DAYUM 😳😳😳" and immediately asked Ronald without hesitation, which one is "his" so she could take dips on the other one. And it all went down hill from there, Sebastian never heard of peace again after that 😔

#their relationship so far is just a reserve cat and mouse game #also yeah Hannah and Angela are already aware of her and Seb cause Grell shared a bit TOO much information to them #ALSO TY FOR THE NAME SUGGESTION WATER ILL SEE WITH MY BESTIE WHAT HE THINKS ABOUT IT AS WELL 💜💜#i kinda like it ngl #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler pnxd au #grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #sebagrell #sebagrelle #ronald knox #mey-rin #hannah annafellows #angela blanc #not an art post #mono ask

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simplysummers · 9 months

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Blorbo bingo: Alex (because I know you’re dying for someone to ask <3)

You know me so well 😌

I scribbled out ‘unwillingly’ because I didn’t unwillingly come around to Alex, but he didn’t start off as a fave, he slowly pushed Peter off a cliff and stood in the spotlight 😌

Anyways, bingo!!

#ask s #the moots 💛#Hannah 💜#Alex summers #Alex and his hula hoop #(personal tag for when I just scream brain rot about him)#x men

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grelleswife · 2 years

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Mochizuki yoinked Hannah Annafellows from kuroshitsuji season 2 and made her younger and put her in her manga, that's my theory and I'm sticking to it.

Two beautiful, mysterious, and vaguely sinister ladies whose appearance doubtless bodes ill for our protagonists. 😈 Queens, both of them!

#vnc asks #vnc spoilers #vnc 57 #vnc #vanitas no carte #mystery vampire #lady archiviste #hannah annafellows #hannah anafeloz #i’ve seen some ph fans compare her to lottie #but it wouldn’t surprise me if this newcomer proves to be as troublesome to our gang as any demon #she’s stunning though so i’ll allow it 💜

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squishious · 1 year

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💌

hmm you remind me of corduroy, redwood trees, movie nights with friends, and planetariums <3

#btw hannah i am actually obsessed with ur haircut #everyday i see your bereal and i'm like #gender envy gender envy #it suits you so much!!#ask game #sam💜🌊#squish speaks #ask

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lewishamil10n · 1 year

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REMY! HI <3 how you been? I hope you are doing well!! I just wanted to say hi and ily <3

hannah beloved !!! im doing okay, i was just about to go for a walk! how has your day been? and ilyt!! 💜

#also i just cut n filed my nails so i can barely type sjdjsjf #asks #usersewis #hannah #💜

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echoing-oursong · 1 year

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okay so i have so many to pick from so here are 4 songs cuz i’m indecisive

https://open.spotify.com/track/0gbLfFlEyVHiKzlZIb0gce?si=H9V6jDSdQJyj-9hPVMPxWA

#answered asks #hannah tag #this was so hard ngl cuz i kept seeing amazing songs that i love so hopefully you like these ones that i picked 💜

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bobrossstan · 2 years

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33 and 79

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Sandwich, arepa or rice with eggs.

79. Who was your first real crush?

By real, does it mean irl? Because my first crush was Danny Phantom, that guy made me feel some type of way. But irl it was a friend when I was like 10. He was very funny and cute.

#thanks for the ask hannah #💜💜

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sxturdaysun · 8 months

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❤️ with Inigo!!! 👀

so i've actually got a fic stored in my drafts somewhere that's our confession / first kiss, BUT. i'll write it from his perspective for this~ uwu

❤️ first kiss

it was supposed to be romantic.

in his head, it was — in his head, this was the part where he slid his arm around her waist; where he pulled her flush against his chest; where he tilted her chin up, where he looked into her eyes, where he leaned down until his lips finally met hers and—

just the thought was enough to send a flurry of flustered panic into the pit of his stomach.

what was supposed to be romantic was becoming pointedly not — and the longer he stood there, mouth hesitantly opening only to close once more, eyes flickering between hers and some nondescript spot behind her, inigo feared the moment would become ruined altogether; stained by his own inaction as the window to sweep her off her feet — to finally capture her heart like she'd captured his — slipped through his subtly shaking fingers.

would she take it back? the love she'd finally reciprocated? the love he'd longed for from the moment he laid his eyes on her?

would he lose her just as quickly? would she realize her mistake and pull herself away from him and—

"...inigo?"

"c-can i kiss you?"

the words fell messily off his tongue, a quiet plea hiding in them — a desperation, borne out of long-harbored love and the fear of losing hers; of the burning desire in his chest to hold her and hold her and finally hold her. it made his hands twitch against hers; made his mouth run uncomfortably dry as his face grew unbearably hot; made him very nearly miss the way her own cheeks had painted themselves red in the pale moonlight, her head moving in a tentative nod.

"y... yeah." her voice shook, just like his did — something about it felt almost comforting. "y-you can."

his body moved on its own before he could tell it to — leaned forward before stopping abruptly when his face was hovering just above hers; when he could just barely feel her breath mixing with his own. shyness crashed over him in rough waves; held him firmly in place until his hesitation became frustration and his desperation erupted into something he could no longer reign in. squeezing his eyes shut, inigo forced himself forward — and forward and forward, until the gap between them had closed and his lips finally, finally, finally met hers.

soft.

so soft it made his head spin, and so warm he felt himself melting into her as his arms snaked around her waist; as he caged her body as close to his as he could. through the hammering of his heart, he let out a shaky breath against her lips, murmuring out the desperate string of words he'd only ever said to her in his dreams.

"i love you."

from the bottom of my heart and across space and time, i love you.

#♡ — asks #writing this made me genuinely unwell i'm going to burst into tears or something #i can't do this. i'm not strong enough.#♡ — writing #had to include that last line for the full effect <3 #♡ hannah tag!#💜 dancing in the dark

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minminyoonjii · 7 months

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HIIII can you please do “ When you have to share your daddies/Masters ” ot8 . Then skz ends up being mean to the reader and reader ends up running away ( reader is really mean to the girl ). Sorry if I’m asking to much

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

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P1: Rainy Day|P2: Burn

🕯Summary: When did it end, all the enjoyment. A new inclusion was added to your perfect home, you were tolerant. However, what belonged to you, is yours and if anyone decides to use it without permission will drive you livid. Your daddys' don't act the same as they did before the new inclusion, their warmth made your shiver instead.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.2K

You held your plushie tight, peeking through the rooms looking for your daddys'. "Is anyone awake?" you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows at the seemingly empty chambers. A soft shuffling could be heard from the playroom. You made your way towards the sound, eyes widening at the sight. "What the fuck," you cursed, staring at the girl in disgust. She squeaked, quickly setting your toys down. You scoff, slipping out of your initial headspace "What the actual fuck were you thinking?" you snared, walking towards her.

She gulped, mouth agape but not a single word escaped. You tilted your head, "Are you insane?" you questioned, feeling utterly dirty from the thought that she could've used your sex toys without you knowing. She hung her head, avoiding eye contact. You clenched your jaw, tugging her hair back "Listen to me slut, just because they brought your pathetic ass into the walls of this home doesn't mean everything in sight is fucking yours," you warned, taking the box and dropping it aside.

A loud thud echoed, alerting the members of the house. "What is going on here?" Chan's voice boomed, making the both of you cringe. You turned, wanting to explain yourself when the rest of the members rushed in. Chan looked at you, "Spit it out, why is she trembling?" he asked, trying to keep neutral but his tone said otherwise. You felt your blood boil, "Why don't you ask the whore sitting on the bed?" you spat, glaring at him.

Chan pressed his tongue against his cheek, reaching behind your neck and pushing you down, "Who do you think you're talking to, hm?" he asked, staring down. "Christopher, get your fucking hand off me," you glared, turning your head to bite his wrist. Chan tsked, "That's not how bunnies should behave," he reprimanded, holding your wrists together with his other hand, subduing you. "Christopher fucking Bang, I swear to god when I get out of this," you grunted, body trembling from anger.

"Bunny, what have you got yourself into this time?" Minho asked, staring at your held-down position. You scoffed, "Get this fucking brute of a man of me, Min," you hissed, trashing within Chan's grip. Minho chuckled, patting the girl's dishevelled hair "I told you we shouldn't have placed them in the same house," he said, moving forward to tilt your chin. Chan rolled his eyes, "I didn't expect our bunny to act like a bratty mess," he growled, watching his chin from being headbanged.

Your breathing turned heavily from the struggle, "She took my fucking toy from my box. What if she used it?" you pointed out, swallowing back tears as your anger built. Changbin crossed his arms, "I gave her permission. I can't see what the big deal is?" he said, nonchalantly. Your blood ran cold, and a shudder ran down your spine, "What?" you whispered, eyes widening. Changbin furrowed his eyebrows, "It's just a toy, what's wrong with sharing?" he asked, leaning back as if this whole debacle was just a nuisance.

You laughed, biting back the tears threatening to spill, "Are you hearing yourself?" you questioned. Changbin frowned, "She asked all of us for permission and we allowed it," he admitted, raising his voice. Your body didn't even react fast enough to flinch, it felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over your head without a warning. You forced your head up looking at Chan, "Bin's lying right, Chris? " you asked, lips etched in a smile.

Chan turned his head, grip loosening. You choked up a laugh, "Really, Chan?" you asked, voice cracking when you said his name. Chan bit his bottom lip, realizing what he just confessed to. Tears split down your cheeks, "You, you, yo- I trusted you. I trusted you the most and this is what you do to me? " you giggled in disbelief. Hyunjin scoffed, "Why are you making a fuss out of it?" he asked, looking at his phone. You clenched your jaw, "Hygiene, boundaries, trust and you neglected them all. Plus, it's my self-purchased items, in a box that has my fucking name, Hwang. Use your brain for once," you hissed, pointing out the obvious.

Seungmin wanted to retort, but you jumped in saying "Shut the fuck up, Kim. You know I'm right," you glared, making him bite his tongue in response. Chan felt his breath get knocked out of him when you pushed him off, keeping your back to the wall "Stay back! " you yelled, snatching your plush. Felix reached his hand towards you but you instinctively flinched, shrinking back. His eyes widened, retracting his hand "Angel," he croaked.

Your brain ran on adrenaline, no longer feeling safe in the house you called home. "You know," you said, drawing their attention to you. "I always knew, I could never call you mine but I thought you respected me enough to at least not pull something as stupid like this," you said, showing the last view of vulnerability you were willing to display. With the chance of them being stunned by your words, you grab your backpack with minimal supplies and ran.

Where to, you didn't know. The pavement slicked under the heavy rain, and your heart ached with twisted emotions. You were sure you looked insane from the watching eyes of the pedestrian but that didn't stop you. A familiar route guided you to a familiar door. You rang the bell, squatting down to catch your breath. The door swung open, "What are you doing here? You're soaked!" Hannah exclaimed.

You looked up, corners of your eyes and lips swollen red "Can we have a girl's night?" you asked, knees wobbling as you stood. Hannah's eyes widened, "Did you get mugged? Do I need to call my brother?" she asked, examining your body for injuries. Your lips wobbled, "Can I have a towel first please?" you joked, holding back your tears. She nodded, grabbing a warm towel "Now spill. I will not hesitate to beat someone up," she said, mocking a punch, drawing a giggle from you.

"Okay, okay. Listen well and listen good," you said, telling every drop of the scorching tea. Hannah looked at you in disbelief and disgust, "I don't even let people wear my clothes without permission, what the absolute fuck," she said, pushing her hair back. You nodded, "Right, and the fact that I don't personally know this chick they brought back," you pointed out. Hannah grimaced, "That makes it worse," she groaned, plopping back onto the sofa.

You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, "Yeah, but I do feel slightly guilty for my outburst. I said some things," you mumbled. Hannah scoffed, "Hey, no takebacks. Your feelings were valid," she reassured, patting your shoulder. You smiled weakly, "Do you mind if I stay at your place for a bit until I move my stuff back into my old apartment?" you asked, hanging your head. Hannah smiled, "Of course, I have a guest room for a reason," she said, standing up to stretch. Before you could say thank you, "Now, classic girl dinner with a movie marathon?" she proposed. You smiled back, "Definitely," you answered.

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simplysummers · 1 year

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I love you 🤫💜

I love you more 🥰💛

#I’m the luckiest girl in the world yknow #to have this woman by my side. both in person and online #my whole world 💛#ask bea #Hannah 💜

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beefrobeefcal · 6 months

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OKAY okay I just think...pegging Frankie thoughts here. His favorite positions are missionary (he's a sweetie) and doggy style for the following reasons.

Missionary because it's intimate, he can hold you close and keep his face in the crook of your neck as you take him apart nice and slow. Feeling his hips, pressing your thumbs into his sides a little bit for leverage and to revel in the plush of his middle...

And hittin' it from the back!!! Using his love handles to manhandle him around in bed, hunching over his back as he takes all of you ... Feeling the way his belly hangs and soothing it lightly as you speed up inside of him. Taking his hand in your own and pressing it over his gut, asking if he can feel you, and he swears that he can—sidenote, Frankie definitely has a size kink.

AND! Pressing down between the blades of his shoulders, forcing Frankie down onto the bed so he's face down-ass up. He snivels and moans into the pillow, biting at the fabric as he unintentionally ruts into the sheets on every thrust until he cums.

Aaaand scene. Sorry I have many thots.

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

I… I didn't know I needed this, Nonnie… thank you 🥵🫠🥩

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Gets Notched Down a Peg

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie joins in on an age old tradition for Mouse's Birthday.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,521

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, pegging, birthday cake getting burned, lube, butt stuff

Author's Notes: Thank you to @romanarose for instilling the THOT in our hearts & minds, and to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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“I wanna… I wanna peg you.”

Frankie’s face read ‘huh?’ as he looked at you, pinned underneath him.

“That’s what you want for your birthday?”

“Yes.”, you grinned bashfully.

Frankie had tacked you on your bed upon returning home from work, demanding to know what you wanted for your birthday this year as he tickled and playfully bit you. Even though your birthday was over two months away, he liked to be prepared.

Need less to say, your answer stunned him, leaving his heavy weight pinning you to the bed.

“Is… that okay?”, you finally broke the silence timidly. You’d done the research and neither you nor Frankie were strangers to each other’s back doors, but this was new territory for the both of you.

“Didn’t know my princess was so kinky…”, he responded in a low growl before resuming his tickles and bites.

*****

Thankfully this year, your birthday landed on a Friday, and you were able to take the day off. Frankie wasn’t but that didn’t mean he hadn’t booked you for an all-day package with Hannah at your favourite spa. He said he wanted you to be relaxed and feel good, ensuring you’d be ready for the night’s main event. Hannah was acting like she had no clue what ‘event’ he was referring to, but you suspected a surprise party at the bar you frequented.

The spa was amazing. By the time you and Hannah poured yourselves into Will’s SUV, you felt like goo. Between the facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, mud baths, and champagne, neither of you would have been fit to drive yourselves home.

You waved Will and Hannah goodbye as Hannah screeched “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOUSE!” out the window, and walked up the steps to your house. As you unlocked your front door, you thought it weird that neither of them teased or hinted at a big night, but maybe they were getting better at hiding things.

Walking into your home, you could smell something burning. You rushed into the kitchen and found Frankie pulling out a cake pan with the charred remains of what was possibly cake. He looked up and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday, baby!”, he chuckled.

“Oh honey…”, you sighed with a laugh. You walked up to him and looked in the pan, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “You’re too sweet.”

“I tried one of your ‘from scratch’ recipes, and… let’s just say that it’s probably for the best it burnt.”

You both started laughing and Frankie tossed the burnt, and likely wrecked, cake pan into the back yard to cool.

*****

After giving you your presents, Frankie led you into the bedroom. Last year, he led you into the room to show you the new vanity he built you, with Benny’s help, in your ensuite for your birthday, and the year before, the new bed frame and matching bed side tables. You wondered what new furniture would be waiting for you this time, and when he opened the door and stood back, you saw… nothing new.

You looked up at him confused and he nodded towards the bed, and you looked at it. A pretty, pink box with a purple ribbon.

“Frankie… you’re spoiling me!”, you giddily chirped as you skipped over to the box and opened it.

You moved the tissue paper out of the way, and before you sat a bright violet harness and a neon pink dildo, with a pink bottle of lube.

Frankie came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.

“Thought you’d wanna look pretty wile you fuck me, princess.”

*****

Frankie helped you get into the harness, all while you both giggled and kissed each other. Once you were strapped in, you kissed him, pushing him back onto the bed, stroking his rock-hard cock slowly.

He grunted into your mouth, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck… princess… how… h-how do you want me?”, he panted, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Your eyes went dark. It was so very rare that Frankie gave up the dominant role in your love making, and this was truly the first time he was giving it up without you asking. He was yours to do with what you wish. You’d watched a few pornos with strap ons, and while the idea of fucking him missionary was definitely appealing, for your first time, you figured that doggy style would be more approachable. That, and when he fucked you like that, you loved how much control he had over you.

“On your knees.”

He smiled and huffed a nervous laugh and rolled over as you put a towel underneath him, just in case.

“You ready, baby?”. You cooed, reading under him, giving his heavy belly a squeeze before gripping his cock and pumping.

“Yeah… yes, fuck, yes.”, he sputtered breathily.

“Okay, baby… safe word?” Your tone was that of a kindergarten teacher, as you squeezed some of the hot pink lube onto your middle and index fingers.

“P…Paul Simon.”, he grunted as you pressed your finger to his tight muscle.

“Paul Simon.”, you cooed back with a smile, working your finger into him. “I like that.”

He grunted, precome beading at his tip and his hips bucked slightly into your hand. You worked your middle finger in and his elbows shook as he panted and let out small whines.

“Relax… Frankie baby, relax… I got you…”

You felt him start to give in and relax under your touch.

“There you go… feel good, baby?... tell me how good it feels…”

“So… so fuckin’ good… ahhh… so g-ah!... so good… fuck, prin-princess…”

“You ready, baby?... or you need my fingers still?”

“Ready… fuck… I’m ready.”, he stammered as his eye lids fluttered under his tented brows, and he nodded.

You pulled your fingers out and lubed up your tip and length, then gently pushed the tip into his hole. The whine that came from his mouth made cunt drool and clench on nothing.

“Oh Frankie… you like this?... yeah, baby?”, you cooed, pressing into him further.

His shaking arms finally gave out and he was now propped up on his knees and elbows as you began to pump in and out of him slowly. Franke whined and moaned, and you gripped his chubby waist, his love handles, and began to fuck him fast and hard.

“Oh… oh fuck… fuck… fuck… Jesus Christ… princess… Mouse… baby… oh god… oh fuck!”

You set your pace, keeping your focus on him and the noises he made, making sure none of them sounded like his safe word. You slid one of your hands up and on his back between his shoulder blades and pushed him down gently. He obeyed your touch and his cheek pressed into the mattress as he moaned his praise and filth.

“You feel me, baby?... up in your guts?”, you growl as your hand moved from his back to his front and slid down, pressing into his belly. His hand came up to yours and gripped it as he panted.

“So fuckin’ deep… keep… keep goin’… please… please Mouse… oh fuck…”

He released your hand and you again moved it to hold his cock. What you found made you let out a whimper: it was painfully hard and pressed against his belly firmly. You barely touched the tip and he let out a high-pitched whine and a shudder ripped through his body.

You gripped and pumped his cock as you thrusted into him over and over. Frankie’s eyes rolled back, and his mouth opened slack, and his cock shot hot ribbons out all over the towel below followed by a loud, low moan erupting from him.

You gripped his cock, offering a few more pumps and thrusts before he whined, “Paul Simon… Paul fuckin Simon!”

You immediately let go of him and withdrew your strap on and he collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

Crawling beside him and cupping his face, you asked worriedly, “Baby? Frankie? Did I hurt you?”

“No… no, Mouse…”, he panted with a lazy grin. “Just… just over sensitive…”

“Oh, thank god!”, you breathed, laying beside him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckled and turned slightly, pulling your front to his, still breathing heavily and sweating. His belly was covered in his come, and now so were you.

So much for putting a towel down. You thought to yourself, smiling.

You peppered kisses over his sweaty brow and cheek, and he smiled and sighed with exhaustion.

“Did so good for me, Frankie… love you so much.”, you praised between kisses.

His eyes opened and he looked at you from under heavy lids with a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m guess this was the ‘main event’ you were referring to? Not a party?”, you laughed.

He didn’t answer, he just kept that same look on his face as his hand slithered down your side and then slipped between your legs, feeling wet you were.

“Happy birthday, princess.”, he grinned as he pushed to onto your back and slid down your body, kissing and sucking along the way.

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