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little-miss-dilf-lover · 18 days

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Hey honey!! So Im back with more dad!tan request. What if like y/n and tan were not dating, maybe just one night stand or were kinda talking at some point/friends with benefits, and tan did not know he was a dad until he runs into y/n either during a mission or just like at the store, and y/n has like a 5 year old who looks like tan. Like… the DRAMA!!

Hope you’re doing well hon!!

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hii bb!! I just realised that I automatically wrote this in headcanon format, hope that’s okay. I really love this idea🤭 thanks for requesting hope you like it💌 sending love

I got carried away, apologies!! wc: 675

TAN NOT KNOWING HE’S A DAD.

at the beginning, maybe his job got in the way, so you both kept things casual - ie friends with benefits. things ended abruptly and kinda suddenly, and you lost contact. and then soon after you split, you found out you were pregnant

you didn't tell him as you knew he wasn't ready, and bc of how things ended, you didn't want to bring him back into your life. maybe you relied on the support of family and friends to get you through the pregnancy (and with the uncertainty at the start)

I always write tan having a girl, so im gonna switch it up and say you had a boy (WHO is practically the spitting image of tan. but he also has a mix of your genes too. your body did the work. you deserve the credit for a pretty baby too)

when you were pregnant and when baby boy was born, you kept it secret and hidden. and didn't tell tan. you were very conflicted about it. you wanted him to know that he had a child, but you couldn't stomach the potential disappointment for you and your son. and then you got so busy bringing him up, that the time almost flew by. over the next couple years, you debated picking up the phone to text him, but every time you see your last message chats, you decide against it

maybe your son's birthday is coming up in a couple days, so you take him to the store to pick out decorations and flavours for his cake. he's sat in the trolley, playing with a toy while you walk down the aisles. THEN maybe you see the back of someone familiar... see where this is going?? so you try to avoid him and go down another

then out of nowhere, tan pops up and you both see each other. maybe bc of the child in the trolley, he feels compelled to say hi to you (he's nosey like that) and you do one of those internal 'fuck's for making eye contact with someone you don't want to speak to

you twist the trolley and turn baby boy away so tan can't see his face. and you have pleasantries - asking how the other is doing, what they've been up to etc. then the elephant in the room topic comes up. he asks if you're babysitting, then you say no. then he asks if he's your nephew, you say no again. he pauses, connecting the dots. then baby boy turns around and it's game over

and while tan is looking at your son (they have that vision & white vision moment in wandavision. please say you get the reference) and then tan asks how old the kid is, while he's smiling and nodding at the kid. then you say he's almost 5. and he's speaking in a friendly way while entertaining your son (like a baby voice, pretending he's speaking to baby boy but it's actually to you) "he's mine, ain't he?"

and you're looking between them both, and it just makes you feel warm and fuzzy. so you tell him "yeah" and then right after he asks when the birthday is, so you tell him it's in 2 days at your place. so he says to you "is it alright if I come?" and you tell him "yeah" and it's very sincere. and you and tan have this sweet, silent moment. then before leaving, he says to his son "see you in a couple days little buddy"

and he turns up for the birthday with tonnes of gifts!!!! everything you need that might not have been able to afford (being a single mum and everything) gifts, balloons and basic necessities he wished to have bought when you both needed them

he apologises for everything, and you do too for not telling him (maybe you feel guilty for those 5 missed years)

he asks if he can come over again tomorrow and do something. asking if he can spend time with both of you

#🍼#tangerine #tangerine x reader #dad tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine headcanon

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coonhoundcat · 2 years

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Birthday Party | Hero x Villain Snippet

-Very limited editing. It might be a structural disaster. At the moment, I don't care-

"Is it really appropriate to show up at such a personal function? I mean, obviously I have to be here, but maybe we should have gone incognito?" "Villain has already infiltrated the entertainment contractors-- we cannot allow them to carry out whatever scheme they've planned for this function." "I know that, but Hero, showing up to the Mayor's eight-year-old kiddo's birthday party? It feels a lot like an endorsement. I told you I didn't want to get into politics." Hero's ear flooded with loud buzzing; they instinctively slapped a hand over the little earpiece, though the aggressive sound had stopped before Hero's palm even made contact. "This is a little more important than your bid for political deniability, Hero. Find Villain, and deal with them." The earpiece delivered solid static for a moment, before the voice continued over top, or inside of the white noise. "I don't know what you're on, bitching about going 'under-cover'. Every snot-nosed kid and rando is already parading around there in a cheap 'super' onesie, pretending to be some hero. You fit right in." Hero gritted their teeth, glad when both the voice and its static cut out. So pissy. Forcing a nice, relaxed gait and a vaguely convincing smile, Hero joined the crowd, taking in the bright splashes of color decorating almost every surface, inexplicably accompanied by words like 'POW!' and 'BLAM!' scrawled in what had to be Comic Sans' louder, angrier cousin. The number of office snobs, unremarkable government leaders, and children (so many screaming children) participating in full-on 'super' get-up was kind of impressive, if not a bit disturbing. "WOAH! Your costume is amazing!" Hero startled, stumbling back a little to avoid stepping on the short child suddenly standing at their feet, head barely at height with Hero's mid-thigh. "You'll win the 'Best Hero' pin for sure!" "No, they CAN'T." A second kid marched over, curly hair bringing them to just above Hero's waist. "The contest is for REAL costumes! They're not allowed to play! Their clothes are real real, Pap said!" Shorty screeched, frantically switching between staring wide-eyed at Hero and gaping at the other child. "Your dad got you a real hero!?" Curly shrugged, chewing on their lip with a deep frown. "Yeah, but it's the GREY Hero. I wanted the BLUE one; they can shock stuff! C'mon, I drew a picture!" Hero stared after the children scampering into the crowd, laughing like little maniacs. Well, that was always good for the morale. "Ouch." Hero whirled around, locking eyes with Villain, barely six feet away, dressed in full tuxedo, a forkful of cake hovering over their otherwise empty plate. "Oh shit. I'm just here for the gig tonight, I swear-" A far too enthusiastic voice bellowed from the venue's pop-up stage, significantly louder than could ever be necessary: "Last thing before we start handing out awards for Best Costume! Everyone please welcome our magician to the stage for their last act!" "Ah, well, that's my cue-" Villain abandoned their cake, launching headfirst under the nearest table. Hero sprung after them, frantically yanking the floor-length tablecloth up over their head to find-- absolutely nothing. Son of a Bitch. After a moment, Hero tugged the crumpled fabric back into place, and leaned back. The floor was as good a place to sit as any, at this point. Why not. An abrupt cheer from the crowd drew Hero's attention, and Villain's voice called out from the stage. "Thank you, thank you! I'm 'super' excited to be here, folks! Alright, alright! Where's the birthday buddy?" Hero staggered to their feet-- Villain was still here? "Oh my, wherever are all these masks coming from?!" Hero began weaving through the crowd, squeezing through groups of OOH-ing and AHH-ing adults and children alike, their eyes focused on the stage ahead. "Are you suuuuuure you don't have powers? I think I see a- look at that, a little dandelion growing behind your ear, how about that? You'll make all the city heroes jealous, with that kind of gift!" Hero made it to the front of the crowd just as Villain

straightened up, smiling brightly at a child no more than twelve years old, gently stroking a puffy white flower. Villain turned, then stilled. Hero stared back at them. Villain's eyebrows raised, and their eyes widened, as if asking a question. Hero frowned, crossing their arms. Villain would not be getting away with their schemes; not today. Villain blinked, turning back to the crowd with grin. "But I haven't shown you all what my power is yet!" Hero tensed--and Villain suddenly doubled over, their arms and hands pressed close to their chest, moving frantically, manically, with flashes of green and brown and- "Tada! This is my friend Tad the tortoise." Villain beamed, proudly lifting up the balloon animal so everyone could take a look. "See, MY super secret power... is talking to animals. Isn't that cool?" Villain was relishing in the giggles and laughter. "Now, Tad himself is very special. He is an excellent judge of character. Watch this!" Villain cupped the balloon creature like one would a real tortoise, and slowly extended it toward a kid Hero recognized as Curly, stopping just an inch or so from their face. Curly stared bug-eyed into the thing's beady black soul, their cheeks just starting to turn purple from lack of oxygen before Villain pulled back, bringing the tortoise up to their ear for a moment, as if listening. "Ooooh. I see. Tad says the B-Buddy has a very beautiful soul, and a very caring heart. Tad wants you to know that there are people who will love you no matter what, and who have hearts just as big as yours. What's that, Tad? You want to meet that person? Oh, they're having a hard time and you want to give them a kiss? Well, if they say it's okay." Hero watched with growing confusion as Villain (with consent) made a balloon tortoise boop a young teen on the nose. There were vanishingly few possible ulterior motives for all this, and frankly, it was adorable. "What'd you say, Tad? That fella spends too much money on campaign ads? Yes, I fear you're right.... Oh, and what about this fine specimen? I'd LOVE to have your opinion-" Hero was very quickly finding their face full of tortoise. "Wait wait WAIT NO- MY POWER- I CREATE PRESSURE POCKETS- THE BALLOONS-!" A deafening bang rang out through the crowd. Hero stared in horror at Villain's shocked face; at the limp bits of rubber in Villain's hands. "I-I guess he didn't like you." Hero tried to swallow, their mouth dry, their eyes a little damp. "... I'm so sorry." It was barely a whisper. One of the kids started to cry. Several more joined in, screaming. Suddenly, there were arms around Hero, and for a moment, Villain held them in a tight, warm embrace. Then they let go. "You never can trust a tortoise, anyway." Villain glanced over their shoulder at the crowd. "I've got to go handle this. Get yourself out of here. Okay, hun?" Villain took Hero by the shoulders, turned them fully around, and gently shoved them off toward the door. Hero was halfway to the exit before they heard Villain's voice raise above the wails, suddenly much more business-like in tone. "ALRIGHT FOLKS, THAT'S IT, SHOW'S OVER!" Hero was three mindless blocks down the street before they noticed the complete absence of their earpiece, and the addition of one 'Best Hero' award, pinned proudly to their chest.

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ladydaemon · 3 years

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HOME IS THE TWO OF US

jesper fahey x female! reader

A/N: this is my fic for @magpiencrow's 1.2k writing challenge - i chose to combine 'you and i' by queen and 'two of us' by the beatles. and yeah this is more than two weeks later than when i said i would post this what about it

Summary: jesper and y/n have a wonderful night on ghezen's day

Warnings: swearing, i think that's it? its literally just pure indulgent fluff

"You do realize someone probably worked very hard to earn kruge like this, right?" Y/N L/N grinned, holding up a thick wad of money they had stolen from someone's pockets. She was seemingly unperturbed by the fact, her tone light and teasing as she bumped playfully into Jesper.

"And we, my dear, are working very hard on spending it," Jesper winked, wrapping one of his long arms around her shoulders. He snatched the kruge from her hand, immediately spending a portion of it on the first thing he laid eyes on, which was a ridiculously bright orange hat that burned Y/N’s eyes just looking at.

Jesper plopped it on her head, adjusting it so it was crooked, laughing.

Y/N would have done anything to hear that laugh.

The streets were loud and boisterous and carefree, and for the first time in a very long while, the two of them felt the same way. For today, at least, there were no chores or errands or jobs to do.

It was Ghezen's Day - the holiday that signified the starting of spring, where everything was sunny and bright. It was the one day where even the lowest of the Barrel thugs were out enjoying this tiny sliver of happiness, where there was only whistling vendors and cheery parades and star-gazing at night.

But for Y/N and Jesper, it was something more. It was a day where they weren't con artists or thieves or sharpshooters. They weren't thugs or gamblers or criminals.

They were teenagers.

Kaz, of course, pretended like he didn't care. He rolled his eyes and told them that were just trying to get away from chores they despised or any actual work. But everyone knew, even if they didn't admit it, that today was a day where they could pretend.

Pretend to be normal, pretend to be regular, pretend that they had loving families and good homes. Pretend that the weight of being hated and criminalized and addicted didn't make their shoulders slump and their heads hang. Pretend that they didn't muffle their sobs behind closed doors or shake in bed as they tried to rid their minds of all the horrible, treacherous, necessary things they had done.

Pretend that they were just a pair of inseparable best friends having a good holiday.

"C'mon, we need to find a good spot to see the sky," Jesper needled, taking Y/N by the arm and dragging her toward a carriage, elbowing a small, old lady out of the way and almost running them over a few small children on the way.

On Ghezen's Day, an hour after the sun set, the city mandated that all lights be shut off - the sky was clearer than it ever was in the hours that followed, and nearly everyone over the age of twelve stayed up until dawn, watching the sky. However, there was still pollution in the city, remainders of the gas and oil and muck churned up from the sea and the homes of the wealthy, and many preferred to ride to the outskirts of town, if not all the way into the country, where the sky was more visible.

Those towns that bordered between rural and urban, which never saw much tourism or profit, were the most popular places to be, full of tents for dancing outside and vendors selling foreign delicacies and musicians standing in the streets.

And as such, it was almost impossible to get a carriage out of the city without deploying either bony knees, steel-capped boots, or vicious elbows.

And that was exactly what was happening as people shoved and hassled people out of the way, even occasionally pulling out thick wads of kruge, trying to bribe other people in getting out of the limited selection of carriages going out of the city.

"The woman with the black shawl," Y/N whispered (though she needn't have bothered - the city was loud enough to mask any noise), leaning in and brushing her lips against Jesper's ear so he could hear her.

She could’ve sworn she felt him shudder.

"Ten minutes. No less."

"Twenty kruge.”

"Done."

Y/N grinned, slipping out of Jesper's hold and sauntering over to the woman in question, a pretty red-head. The woman was obviously rich (Y/N took a moment to appreciate the elegant dark blue dress she was wearing, paired with pretty gold earring and a matching necklace) and was about to step into a black carriage - one that Y/N was about to charm her out of.

"Hey there, miss," Y/N called out, putting on the face of an entitled, flirtatious mercher. "You wouldn't mind sharing the carriage, would you? I can’t seem to find an available one, and I’d rather share one with a beautiful lady such as yourself instead of some of those Barrel barbarians.”

The woman stopped halfway into her seat, looking back at Y/N.

If Y/N hadn’t been wearing the obviously expensive clothes she was, with the even more expensive diamond necklace around her throat (that Jesper had given her last Ghezen’s Day, as a present), the woman would have simply shut the carriage door in Y/N’s face.

Then there was the fact that she was gorgeous, and nobody in their right mind would refuse a two hour carriage ride alone with her.

That was Jesper’s opinion, at least.

“I could say the same about you,” the mercher grinned, opening the door wider.

Y/N smiled back, stepping into the carriage and placing her hand delicately on the other woman’s arm-

And swiftly shoved her into the streets, slamming the door behind her. Jesper climbed in from the other side, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Cruel.”

“Please, I slipped fifty kruge in her sleeve, she’ll be fine.”

“Ah. In that case, proceed. I don’t like anyone flirting with my Y/N, anyway.”

Y/N smirked at him, handing the driver a wad of kruge and telling him to step on it.

“Criminals,” he muttered, snapping the reins.

"Heels down, Y/N, love," Jesper shouted, grinning.

Y/N, switching the reins to one hand, flipped him off, scowling, but adjusted her feet in the stirrups anyways, forcing her heels downward and huffing when her calves ached. “I hate you.”

“We both know you love me,” Jesper shouted back, easing back into a trot - Y/N did the same, easing her weight further into the balls of her feet and gripping the saddle tighter between her knees. Beside her, Jesper had already done the same, posting in time with his horse’s gait.

“Where are we going again?” Y/N asked, panting as she slowed her horse down to a full stop.

“Absolutely nowhere.”

“Do we’re going nowhere, and basically getting nowhere and you want me to be happy about all this work?”

“Yes? You’re being blessed with my presence.” Mock indignation filled the words and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” Jesper huffed, “let’s go back home.”

But home wasn’t always a place, was it?

”Come on, I’m hungry,” Y/N whined, pulling Jesper’s wrist with her as she power-walked through the crowded, small town in search of some sweets.

”Ooh, cinnamon honey cakes,” Jesper said dryly, almost smacking into Y/N when she came to a full, screeching halt.

”Don’t you dare joke about honey cakes,” she hissed, poking him in the chest.

”I wasn’t,“ Jesper chuckle, nodding toward the vendor selling the sweets in question.

Y/N gasped audibly, dragging him along with her as she practically sprinted for the cart.

”After this, we’re going straight to the pond. We don’t want anyone to steal our spot.”

Y/N flopped down on her bed, staring at her wall of paper in boredom.

Each scrap of parchment, every napkin with hastily scribbled writing in the back, was a letter from Jesper.

Every week, no matter where Jesper was at the moment, he would write her a letter - describe where he was in detail, and then every thought that came to mind. It was a strange tradition (that nobody remembered how it came about) that Nina liked to tease them about.

You two have separation anxiety, she would giggle. Like an overprotective mother and her baby.

Two best friends, actually, Y/N would respond, stuffing her face with waffles.

Um, no. Would ‘best friends’ write, and I quote, “I’ll be home soon” on every letter they write?

Yes, they would, Y/N would sigh, snatching whichever letter Nina had gotten ahold of that time, and stare at the phrase in question.

Because home wasn’t a place.

“Stop doing that,” Jesper whined, plucking the lit match from Y/N’s fingers and tossing it into the pond.

She huffed, sticking out her tongue and lighting another one, waiting until it had burned down to her fingers before flinging it into the lake. “It’s a habit, Jes.”

They could’ve been there bickering playfully, enjoying each other’s company in silence for three days or three hours or a mere three minutes. Time didn’t exist, didn’t matter when they were alone together.

Laughter rang through the darkness, lanterns only bobbing pinpricks of light behind them - drunk giggles and cheerful music echoed back to them, but it didn’t really register to either of the two.

Moonlight bathed the two of them in a white glow as they both stood up as the stars gradually came out, twinkling, tiny lights covering the marbled, dusky blue-purple-black night sky, exposing nebulae and swirls and whorls of colors.

“Y/N, love, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

“I don’t care in the slightest.”

Jesper sighed, a grudging smile overtaking his face as he watched Y/N. She was soaked to the bone, hair and clothes sticking to her skin, nose ruddy from the cold.

“Dance with me,” she pleaded, holding out a hand to him.

She looked beautiful.

Jesper finally relented, picking Y/N up and twirling her around. She squeaked, closing her eyes, gripping onto his arms for dear life as the rain came down in silver sheets around them.

When he set her back down, the world seemed to stop spinning, the carriages stopped moving, it was just him and her and the rain.

“Let’s go home,” Y/N said eventually, quiet and peaceful, smiling up at Jesper.

But they were already home.

She turned to Jesper, about to remark on how pretty the whole thing was, but stopped in her tracks. He was staring at her, a small, happy smile on his face, an unreadable emotion in his silver eyes.

“Wha-“

He closed the three feet of space between them, grabbing her face between his hands, gently, like she was as precious as the diamonds around her neck. Not like she was breakable - like she was valuable, and he never wanted to lose her.

He gave her time to pull away, to laugh and make a joke, but she only stared back at him, the quizzical expression gone, on its place one of fear and hope and happiness.

And then his mouth was on hers and her hands were messing up his hair and she couldn’t feel the grass on her feet anymore or the wind on her neck or her heart, jittering in her chest like it wanted to burst out and fly into the night, only him, him, him.

And then he pulled away and kissed her nose, her eyelids, her forehead. He was laughing, hands going to her waist to twirl her around and around and then she was laughing too, too many emotions to count bubbling up in her chest. Elation, hope, almost hysterical happiness, and-

Absolute certainty.

That was the feeling, that was the one thought filling her head - that there weren’t any questions anymore, because this was where she was supposed to be, this is what she was supposed to be doing, and for once, she was letting herself.

For once, she wasn’t thinking about the next day or the next job or the next week.

It was just the two of them.

Because she could never predict where life was going to lead her next, or foresee the future years, or know what horrible thing was going to happen to her next. Hell, she didn’t know what was going to happen in the next couple hours, let alone what type of sandwich she was going to eat tomorrow.

But she knew, with absolute and utter certainty, that she wanted to do it with him.

That whatever happened, she would be alright, because home wasn’t a place - and it wasn’t Jesper, either.

It was the two of them, together.

Music floated gently in the darkness, down to were Y/N and Jesper were laying in the grass. Her head was on his chest, and they were both staring at the stars.

Home is the two of us.

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Since you didn't get this request on my bday because Tumblr sucks.. Some cute bday fluff/possible smut with Det Cutie Pants? Please and thank you. 😘

SO BELATED, but I hope it’s worth the wait 😘 Love you, sweetness! And, um, this gets pretty filthy toward the end (aka smut warning).

Early in your relationship, you learned the flexibility and patience required to be with a police officer, especially one as dedicated as your husband. Special dates like anniversaries, birthdays, and sometimes even holidays became fluid and your family accepted this as your version of normal.

So, even though Baxter had to work on your actual birthday, a few weeks later, he had planned a special night out to celebrate.

“Have you seen my tie? The dark blue one that goes with this suit?”

You went into your shared closet, running your hand over Baxter’s backside, giving it a squeeze, before you reached for another blue tie, this one with silver polka dots.

“Live on the wild side, baby.”

Bax chuckled and pressed a kiss to your wrist as he pulled the tie from your fingers. He gave your underwear-clad ass a playful smack as you moved away to pull your new, cherry-red dress off the hanger.

The sound of the doorbell made your eyes widen and you glanced in panic at your husband.

“That’s the sitter—”

“I got it,” Bax said as he adjusted his tie and grabbed his jacket. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

You rushed into the bathroom to finish getting ready, and once you descended the stairs, you were greeted by a low whistle from your husband and an adorable smattering of applause from your kiddos.

“Mommy you look SO pretty,” your daughter said in a rush of excitement.

After doling out goodnight-be-good kisses and hugs, you slid your arm into Baxter’s and let him lead you to the car. The restaurant was about a forty-five-minute drive, but you were looking forward to spending this quiet time with your husband.

“You do look SO pretty, mommy,” Baxter said as he reached over to grip your thigh, the edge of his hand brushing the silky material of your dress.

“I miss them already, but …”

“But?”

“I’ve missed you, just you, so much. I feel selfish.”

“There’s nothing wrong with us wanting a night for just us. You give everything to our kids, baby. We’re a happy, loving family because of you. You deserve a night, that’s just about you—whatever you want, whatever you need.”

You sighed and closed your eyes. When you opened them a moment later, you looked at your sweet husband and pushed away your feelings of guilt, resolving to enjoy your birthday celebration.

“We’re a happy, loving family because of you, too. I know you feel guilty when work keeps you away, but we are so proud of you.”

Baxter’s mouth was turned slightly down as he kept his eyes ahead, his hand moving slightly on the wheel as he signaled to switch lanes.

“Everything I do is because I want to make a safer place in the world for my family—is that selfish?”

“It’s not selfish. Making a safer place for us, means making a safer place for everyone else, too.”

Baxter’s lips turned up in a smile as he shot you a glance.

“I love you.”

“Can’t wait for you to show me how much,” you said twisting in your seat to reach over and run your hand over your husband’s lap, his bulge just too tempting to pass up in his perfectly fitted suit.

“Save the 10-23 for later, baby,” he said as you leaned back into your seat with a huff of laughter.

* *The Restaurant* *

Reaching up to smooth the back of your hair, you could feel Baxter’s eyes on you as you followed the host to your table. You knew your body in that dress was driving him crazy, and you didn’t bother to hide your self-satisfaction, knowing he was going to get just as much out of your birthday as you were.

The restaurant was a softly lit, charming little place tucked out on the edge of the city. The tables were simplistic with no cloth on top, relying instead on the aesthetic appeal of the soft-honey colored, wide-grain wood. A row of tea-light candles flickered in the middle of the table, nestled inside of their golden-hued, geometricly shaped holders.

Baxter was always stunningly handsome, but there was something about the way his skin looked in candlelight that drove you a little wild.

The host pulled out your chair and you sat, Baxter undoing the button of his suit jacket as he settled into his own seat.

You talked and laughed over dinner with that comfortable familiarity that only comes with time. And when you were sure you couldn’t eat one more bite, you leaned back in your chair, dabbing at your mouth with your napkin, declaring, “That was fantastic.”

“I hope you saved room for dessert,” Baxter said, his blue eyes dark and dancing with the reflected light of the candles.

You bit your lip and leaned toward him, your voice a purr as you said, “You mean we’re having dessert here, in public? How very criminal of you, Detective.”

Your husband’s grin widened as he reached under the table to give your thigh a squeeze, his large, warm hand roving just a bit higher than public decorum allowed, his eyes darting over your shoulder and his smile turning into a crooked grin as he explained, “I meant the chocolate cake they’re bringing out of the kitchen right now.”

“What?” you said dumbly.

“Happy birthday!” your waiter said cheerfully as he set the decadent miniature cake in front of you, tiny sparklers already lit and burning down as your mouth dropped open.

You knew you were blushing as you shook your head, delighted by the sweet surprise.

Baxter pulled out his phone.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said softly as he took a few photos of you grinning behind the flickering cake and pretending to blow out the sparklers.

“I actually don’t know if I have room for this,” you said, your eyebrows arched as your eyes warred with your stomach.

“We can take it back to the hotel with us,” Baxter countered, not looking at you as he dropped the second part of your surprise.

“So, that’s it! A night—”

“More importantly a morning—”

“All to ourselves! Bax—that’s the best gift I could ask for.”

Your husband shook his head, his dark hair glinting in the candlelight.

“You deserve so much more than this, Y/N.”

“Don’t,” you said, reaching out to take his cheek in your hand, your thumb brushing across his lips. “You’ve already given me the world.”

He smiled before his tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip. Then, he picked up the fork on the dessert plate and cut a small piece of the warm, gooey cake. He brought the fork to your lips and smiled, “One bite?”

You made a show of opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around the fork, never breaking eye contact as Baxter fed you a bite.

“You’re going to taste so sweet for me,” he rumbled, not at all talking about that bite of cake.

You shifted in your chair, praying the check was on its way.

* *The Hotel* *

One high heel had been discarded by the door, its mate upside-down in the bathroom.

A man’s dress shoe was at the edge of the bed, but its mate was nowhere to be seen.

A dress, much too expensive to be crumpled on the floor, was mixed up with a man’s dress shirt, now missing a button, and a suit jacket was dangling precariously on the edge of a king-sized bed.

The only piece of clothing that survived your frenzied rush to undress was Baxter’s pants, which were draped over the chair closest to the bed.

Baxter was already fucking you from behind, your head dangerously close to banging off the headboard, which was thumping rhythmically into the wall as you fought against outright screaming with pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, fuck!” he groaned.

The phone rang and you growled in frustration, grabbing it and yanking it out of the wall, tossing it across the room, not caring as it hit the sofa and bounced.

Baxter’s pace stuttered and you turned to scowl at him, but your shoulders started shaking with laughter as you realized it was because he was laughing, his hands relaxing on your hips.

He bent his body over yours, hugging you tightly as he pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“If it were the kids, they’d call our cellphones!” you protested.

Baxter’s silent laughter stilled as he said, “Have I neglected you this badly these past few months?”

“I was just really in the moment,” you said, pulling forward to flop onto your back and look at your husband’s glistening cock.

“Well where were we then, huh?” he said as his hips settled between yours and his lips kissed your neck.

As he worked his way up, he slowly shifted and slid back into you. You wrapped your legs around him and the two of you writhed together, slow and teasing.

“Baby—I need more,” you said from beneath him, lifting your head to bite gently at his shoulder, your mind unwilling to forget how good it felt to have him pounding into you from behind.

Baxter’s hands squeezed your breasts, his fingers kneading into the flesh as he pressed them together so he could suck hard on each nipple before releasing them with a pop and a bounce.

He pulled out of you and immediately replaced his cock with his fingers, making you gasp.

“Such a needy birthday girl,” he said as he slid in and out of you, curling up to stroke your sweet spot.

You clutched at the pillows around you, the crisp white sheets having long been loosened and twisted.

“Look how swollen you are,” he continued. “So desperate to come. On my fingers? On my cock? My face? Tell me what you want, birthday girl?”

A garbled noise of pleasure fought its way out of your throat.

You ground down onto his fingers, your body flushing as your climax neared.

“I want to come on your pretty face,” you hissed.

Baxter smirked and slowed his fingers as he dipped his head between your thighs, his tongue immediately laving at your clit, flicking quickly over it for a few seconds before he closed his lips around it.

You twisted into him, one hand grabbing at his hair and pulling hard enough to make him groan around you.

And with the vibration from his groan, you pressed his face harder into you as he sucked and you came, your thighs tightening on either side of his cheeks as he let you fuck his face while his cock leaked onto the sheets at your panted curses.

Your hand fell from his hair as you sunk back into the mattress, but you let out a tiny yelp of surprise as you were immediately jostled to the edge of the bed. Bax lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and pushed your other leg toward the bed, hooking your knee. His fingers dug into the flesh there to hold you wide open for him.

“Not done yet, baby,” Baxter growled as slammed back into you, your body trembling into another plane of existence as he filled your too-tight, too-hot, so wet pussy.

He moaned, long and low, and his eyes rolled back as his moth opened.

He didn’t move again until he bent to look at you, his beautiful, big blue eyes locking onto yours as he leaned forward, his hand coming to rest at the base of your throat.

“How hard do you want it?” he asked with a tender squeeze of your throat and a tiny thrust of his hips.

“Hard,” you growled.

Baxter pushed into you once, twice, teasingly slow before he shot you the wickedest grin you’d ever seen.

And then he started fucking you without mercy as his body glistened with a light sheen of sweat. He was in fantastic shape, but he had to work so hard to hold off his orgasm you could practically see the battle raging across his features. It made you feel powerful and damn sexy to know that you were the reason he wanted to lose control, the reason he had to fight so hard not to come.

He leaned even further into you, your leg now flush against his sweaty body as he held it wrapped up in both arms as he slammed into you, the sound of rough sex acting as a musical accompaniment to the chorus of moans uttered by you and by Baxter.

Your second climax was sofuckingclose and Baxter could tell by the flush that began to color your cheeks and by the way you tossed your head back, your throat bared, your hands yanking at the sheets, the pillows, whatever the hell you could reach. You could feel your own fluid leaking out of you, around his dick as your orgasm built to its breaking point.

“Come, baby, come for me. Come on my cock,” Baxter intoned.

This orgasm came from a place deep inside of your body, and you were certain that if you hadn’t already thrown the hotel phone across the room, it would be ringing off the hook as you screamed through this unbelievable wave of pleasure.

You were barely even cognizant of Baxter pulling out of you and stroking his cock as he came all over your chest and your stomach; the sound of his gruff voice moaning, distant as he let himself go.

When the bed bounced as he collapsed next to you, you shook off the high of your orgasm and turned your head to look at him, a stupid-silly grin on your face. You made a noise of unabashed delight as you shivered and ran a finger through one of the cooling ropes of his cum.

Baxter was the perfect picture of debauchery, his mouth open as he steadied his breathing, his dark curls a mess with the hair at his temples sweaty and even more wildly curled as he reached up to run a hand through his hair and to swipe at the tears that had gathered at the edge of his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” you said, wide-eyed as your brain tried to remember when the two of you had fucked this good.

With a hum of satisfaction, Baxter forced himself up and off the bed, quickly returning from the bathroom with a damp hand towel.

He put one knee on the bed as he leaned over you to clean up his mess, laughing softly as he said, “Whoops,” and swiped at a dob of cum near your ear.

You giggled and stretched, your body still feeling weightless and well-loved.

Baxter tossed the towel toward the bathroom and leaned down to take your jaw in his strong grip. He kissed you with such genuine affection, it made your heart swell.

His lips hovered over yours as he quietly said, “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“I’ll fucking say,” you replied, the two of you collapsing into a fit of laughter as you cuddled together, naked and warm, wrapped up in the miles of memories you’d already made, humbled as you thought of the miles of memories yet to come.

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