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cat-sophia · 2 years
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Happy Birthday @flslp87 !!!
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colinoeyebrows · 3 months
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Happy Birthday to the lovely Jessica (@ouat-the-hell)!!!
Some Captain Swan attack reunion hugs
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whewchilly · 5 months
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Carlos in The Bahamas via IG Stories | 13 November 2023
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sleepyzuku · 9 months
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Happy birthday Switch! BABYBOOYY
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diorleclerc · 1 year
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𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫
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@libraryofloveletters
carlos insisted on coming along with you to shop, even though he always ended up getting bored.
after you got all your shopping done, carlos said he wanted to stop by one more store.
and when you stopped in front of it, you realized why carlos wanted to come with you today.
“so this is why you wanted to come along hm?” you ask, giving him a look before you head into the lingerie shop. “maybe,” he smirks.
“just thought i could spoil my girl with a few new sets for her birthday,” he says, kissing your cheek before he starts looking around, picking out some new lingerie for you.
after walking around the entire store, you picked out a few different sets to try on and head to the fitting room.
carlos follows you and you’re expecting him to wait outside the fitting room but he ends up slipping inside with you.
he sits on the chair in the room, watching as you undressed.
“no peeking,” you tease before stripping off your underwear. “nothing i haven’t already seen, princess,” carlos says.
his eyes never left you as you tried on the first set, a pretty red one.
“what do you think?” you ask, looking at yourself in the mirror. you make eye contact with carlos through the mirror and see him motion for you to come closer to him and you do.
he runs his hands up your thighs to your hips where he plays with the waistband of the thong. “do you like it?” you ask, giving him a little twirl. “love it. but…” he trails off and stands up.
you’re about to question what he was talking about when he turns you around and bends you over. you place your hands against the mirror, feeling carlos press up against you.
“just wondering how good it’ll look pushed to the side while my cock’s buried inside your pretty pussy.”
you hear him unbuckle his belt and a few seconds later, the panties are pushed aside and his tip is brushing against your entrance. he rubs it between your folds, sliding up and down before slipping inside you.
he fucks you slowly, not wanting to make too much noise but moans still slip from your mouth.
“carlos,” you whimper when his tip brushes that spot inside you. “as much as i love hearing you moan my name, i need you to be quiet right now princess,” carlos mutters in your ear. his fingers slide into your mouth, muffling your noises.
you start sucking on his fingers, trying to keep quiet but now carlos is struggling to hold in his moans. his hold on your hips tighten as he tries to hold back his noises and his orgasm.
he noticed your eyes shutting and pressed down on your tongue, tilting your face up. “eyes open baby. want you to watch yourself while i fuck you,” he says. you try to keep your eyes open but they kept threatening to shut from the way his cock slid in and out of you.
his fingers find your clit, rubbing it until you came around him then he followed, filling you up. carlos holds you up as you’re still dazed from your orgasm, sliding the panties back into place, trapping his cum inside you.
“carlos! we need to pay for this!” you exclaim when your mind cleared up and you realize you still had the panties on. “relax baby, i already paid for everything,” carlos shrugs and tosses your dress for you to put back on.
“now get dressed so i can take you home and fuck you in the other sets too.”
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pirateherokillian · 1 year
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i been under scrutiny you handle it beautifully all this shit is new to me
Happy Birthday, @piinfeathers!!!
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disfordevineaux · 13 days
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Brooo naurrr like I did not just add more paragraphs to a fic I posted in JANUARY of 2021. Because that would be super mega cringe on an ultimate level one can not comprehend. I can't keep getting away with this I'm gnawing at the bars of my poorly secured enclosure
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butchstabu · 2 years
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rolangf · 26 days
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derealization -> goes on tumblr to feel something -> sees posts rolling around between mutuals -> feels left out (????)/wants to be involved -> thinks it’s on purpose (is not)/forcing myself into places (?????? pt.2) -> everyone hates me (untrue) -> “it doesn’t matter cs nothing matters” -> back at derealization
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thelastrenaissance · 5 months
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The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is a fantasy novel by C. S. Lewis. The novel was published on October 16, 1950.
“I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather,
C. S. Lewis.”
C. S. Lewis “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”
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kscribbs · 6 months
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cat-sophia · 2 years
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Happy Birthday @lifeinahole27 !!!
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colinoeyebrows · 11 months
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You traded your ship for me? Aye. 
Happy Birthday Paige (@piratepkillian)!!!!​
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diorleclerc · 1 year
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𝐬𝐢𝐫 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫
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i think we’ve talked abt carlos with a sir kink @libraryofloveletters
carlos had a meeting over zoom and he let you sit in the room while he did it.
the entire time he was doing his meeting, you couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked and how you couldn’t wait for it to finally be over.
but it kept going on and on and you were getting bored. so you decided to tease him a little and have some fun.
carlos’ desk was right across from where you were sitting, which meant he had a perfect view of you. his focus was on his laptop but when he saw your movement, he looked up for a second.
his eyes widened as soon as they were on you. you were wearing one of his button ups which was now completely unbuttoned, leaving you bare.
carlos gives you a warning look as subtly as he can but you just smirk back at him. you run your hand down your body, squeezing your tits and making a whole show of it before you start touching yourself.
you try to stay quiet, knowing that everyone on the zoom call would be able to hear you if you made any sounds.
carlos tried to pay attention to the call but how could he when his girlfriend was playing with herself right in front of him?
he watched the way your fingers circled your clit before they slipped inside you. you slowly pumped them in and out, speeding up then rub your clit with your other hand.
he knows you’re about to cum and slightly shakes his head, giving you a look that says you better not. but you decided to be a brat and cum anyways, mouthing an “oops” after you do.
“i’m sorry, but something suddenly came up and i really need to take care of it right now,” carlos tells the team and signs out of the meeting.
“i hope you enjoyed that because you’re not cumming for the rest of the night,” carlos says, pulling you to the bedroom.
he gives you a rough kiss as you walk in, backing you up until you sit down on the bed. he pulls your shirt off your body and throws it on the ground before taking off his own shirt.
you climb further onto the bed and he flips you over so your ass is up. his palms slide up your thighs and onto your ass. his touches are gentle for a few seconds before the first spank comes.
you moan out in surprise and the sound goes straight to his cock, but he doesn’t want to give you what you want just yet.
“can you count them like a good girl or are you gonna be a brat?” he leans over your body to whisper in your ear. “count them,” you whisper back and hear him mumble “good girl”.
he spanks you five times on each cheek, alternating between each one as you count them like you said you would.
you gasp when his fingers suddenly enter you after the tenth spank. he pumps them in and out of you quickly, bringing you close to the edge then stopping. he repeats this action a few times until you’re whining.
“please,” you whimper when he pulls his fingers away again. you let out a soft moan when his hand comes down on your ass again. “please what?” he asks, waiting for you to correct yourself.
“please sir,” you correct. he hums approvingly before slipping his fingers back into your pussy.
you think he’s going to let you cum this time but his fingers leave you once again.
before you can whine about it, he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding into you with one swift thrust.
he starts slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size.
your hands grip the sheets tightly as he starts to fucks you harder.
you feel another orgasm build up and carlos knows this too. “sir,” you start. “hm? what? you wanna cum?” he asks and you nod. “do you think you deserve it?” he asks and you nod again.
“please sir, wanna cum around your cock so bad.”
his fingers find your clit and he rubs quick circles, finally letting you cum. the way your pussy squeezes around him as you cum nearly makes him cum as well.
“i’m close princess,” he groans in your ear.
“please, please, please sir,” you moan. “please what, princess? what do you want?” he asks. “please cum inside me. fill me up sir, please,” you beg.
he’s been trying to hold off his orgasm, but when you beg so sweetly, how can he say no?
he reaches around to rub your clit, making you cum again right before he does. he fills you up like you asked, slowly pulling out after to watch his cum drip out of you.
“did so good for me, baby,” he whispers in your ear, rubbing your back soothingly and pressing a kiss to your forehead before scooping you up into his arms.
“now let’s get you cleaned up.”
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coffeeandcalligraphy · 6 months
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hit 10k in changing states btw <3
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snowbellewells · 4 months
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Very Belated Birthday Gift Fic: "Fighting Dragons with You (Time of my Life)"
This birthday gift for @searchingwardrobes is nearly a month late now, but I had promised it and really didn't want to scrap the thing. Even if it's just a bit of fluffy drabble, I still wanted to give Melanie something.
This little fic takes place sometime in the future of the happy beginning we might have seen post the s6 finale, if the show had stayed in Storybrooke. Part of the idea came from listening to Taylor Swift's "Long Live". I was driving along, and when the lyrics got to "I've had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you..." I could picture an older Emma and Killian still together and happy, looking back on all their adventures and happy they had weathered them together.
The other thing that prompted this was just that I picture you, Melanie, having such a solid, supportive marriage like I tried to envision for CS here. I haven't even met your husband (and sadly I have only met you in person once) but just from what I know, you two seem to have each other's backs so beautifully, and to be such caring and committed partners, like one would hope to find in marriage. So this was meant to be a bit of a birthday tribute to that too. (If that makes any sense!)
Okay, at any rate, here is this little one shot - I hope you enjoy it!! Happy very belated birthday @searchingwardrobes
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**Also available on AO3, if that is your preference**
Summary: Several years down the line, Emma and Killian are still living their happy beginning together - reveling in every challenge as long as they can face it together.
by: @snowbellewells
As they came in the door of the house with the white picket fence by the harbor, Killian and Emma Jones were out of breath, disheveled and nearly stumbling with fatigue. Emma could tell easily just how exhausted her husband was, in fact, by the way Killian let the door swing closed behind them without even looking to see it latch carefully as he usually did, and by the way he toed off his boots and left them lying haphazardly in the entry without neatly standing them side by side before plodding straight toward the living room couch. She was right behind him though in the beeline to a comfortable seat, kicking her own shoes off as well and tossing her jacket at the hall tree without even blinking when she missed by a mile.
Emma had to chuckle tiredly as they both let out groans of relief when they collapsed onto the cushions of their well-loved sofa and sank into the cozily plush support, heads falling almost simultaneously to rest on the back next to one another. She let her eyes fall closed for a minute, knowing Killian was doing the same beside her without even looking. Once their breathing slowed to normal, she carefully tried to stretch her twingeing knee and flex her stiff ankle, hating to admit to herself the discomfort that she wouldn’t have felt even five or six years ago. From the corner of her eye as it flicked back open, Emma could see Killian wincing while he gingerly worked his shoulder, and smirked in spite of herself. At least she wasn’t alone in her aches and pains reminding her that she wasn’t 28 anymore.
Even though she was more than a bit winded herself, Emma couldn’t resist resting her head on his arm along the back of the sofa and sifting her hand through Killian’s dark hair, now impressively shot through with silvery-gray strands that somehow made him even more attractive, before she teasingly asked, “Feeling your age there, Babe?”
Killian snorted indignantly, as she had expected, before retorting smartly, “I believe I am doing quite alright for my age, Love. As you well know…” Somehow, despite both of their weary bodies, a twinkle came into his eye that made her flush immediately remembering just how true his words were.
Nevertheless, she hummed low in her throat, cutting her eyes to study him playfully, “If you say so, old man.”
Shaking his head, Killian wrapped both arms around her, pulling her to him abruptly enough to startle a surprised exclamation from her as he rubbed his scruffy cheeks against her neck and collarbones until she squirmed. “Why don’t we discuss this again when an actual, living and fire-breathing dragon has tossed you about?” he chided in a low rumble at her ear.
Emma couldn’t hold onto her jesting scrutiny of him any longer; she was simply too glad that he was alright and all in one piece, though out of breath and his clothes a little singed. She was tingling with adrenaline at their victory and the excitement of fighting together once again, but she would never take for granted both of them coming through a battle unscathed - not after how many time in their lives she has nearly lost him. Her hands came up to cup his face, as she raised it for their foreheads to rest against each other, affection flooding her countenance and replacing the playful mockery. “You’re right, of course,” she whispered sincerely against his lips. “Thank you for being there with me.”
As he was all-too-often able, Killian seemed to grasp what she was thinking - both the elation, and the rush of adrenaline that came from having missed the challenge of facing a foe to save their town, their family and friends, and the spark of danger that had always stoked their simmering chemistry when they faced it head-on and side by side. Winking at her in the sassily knowing way he had perfected long ago, Killian quipped, “Admit it, Lass, you’ve missed the thrill of chasing baddies and fighting for our lives, haven’t you?” His tongue did an obscene sort of run along his lower lip as he awaited her answer, and Emma felt the heat flush across her skin in response, even though she fought to deny his observation.
She reached out to smack his chest good naturedly, already realizing he knew her too well to believe her denial anyway. Still, she tried with a laugh and shake of her head, “Hardly,” she snorted, but then added sheepishly, “Well… maybe a little.”
“Aha!” he crowed, tapping the curve of his hook lightly to the tip of her nose as if to accentuate the point. “I knew it!”
“Stop,” she grumbled, not at all pleased to be so obvious in something that really wasn’t a great opinion to admit.
Killian, sensing her hesitation, sobered quickly and gathered her closer to his chest. “Ah, Love, don’t you worry,” he murmured low against the sensitive soft skin of her shoulder, his words a whispered secret for her alone. “You ought to know I won’t tell another soul. Besides,” here he pulled away just enough to waggle his brows ridiculously at her, making her stomach heat and tingle just as it had the very first time he’d done it - when they were still on opposite sides in another realm and she hadn’t known what to do with the reaction her body already had to him, with or without her conscious permission. “Dashing rapscallion, remember? I’m having the time of my life being back in action. Wouldn’t trade it for anything, dragons and all.”
Emma huffed disbelievingly, amused despite her protests at his words, knowing that as crazy and reckless as it sounded, he meant them completely. And she agreed with him in every fiber of her being - from the Queen of Hearts, to a gigantic snow monster, the Lord of the Dead himself, Peter Pan, and Rumplestiltskin - his having her back had made all the difference. Not just facing fairy tale villains, but in facing down health scares, sheriff re-elections, Henry heading off for college, and the truth of growing older, all of it was made into an adventure because he was with her on the journey. 
Studying his face, the creases of crow’s feet accentuating his adoring smile, the curve of his irresistible lips, and the wide open blue of his eyes, Emma still had to pause a moment in wonder. How had a woman to whom no one had ever paid any attention, whom most had never even noticed - whom the one who had, hadn’t hesitated to leave behind - a lost little girl no one had ever wanted - found her way to a life and a union like this? Even after years together, she and Killian were more bonded than ever, even their differences and struggles made them more fiercely devoted as time somehow hurried on. She had found her way into the life she’d always wished for on those sad blue star candles each lonely birthday for years on end. Though she had fought him every step of the way, when she had finally let Killian in, he had more than kept his word; once he’d won her heart, she had ceased to be alone in the world.
“You know it’s true, Emma,” he pressed, the smile on his face clearly seeing and understanding her fond, amazed thoughts.
Smiling back, Emma could only reply hoarsely, “You know, you crazy pirate, as hard as it is for me, I believe you.”
Pressing his lips to her forehead, Killian chuckled - as pleased at her admission and all that they had built as she was. “Even in peace time, wherever we are, Swan, there is never a dull moment with you.”
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