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Happy anniversary to Dean for getting the greatest and gayest "Get out of Hell Free" card 15 years ago 🥳
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Wishing a happiest anniversary to the lovelies Vey and Evie and a special amount of I love you’s for giving us the beautiful gift that is @galladrabbles 💜 Here is my submission for the special anniversary prompt, 100🥰
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3 months.
14 weeks.
100 days.
2,352 hours and 55…56…57 minutes.
In hindsight it’s really not that long. But he never thought he’d get here.
His feet buried in soft white sand.
The sun shining down on clear blue water making it sparkle like a midnight sky.
Soft squaks of seagulls, gentle waves lapping at the shore and a cool breeze against his heated, freckled skin.
“What I tell you, man?”
Tattooed fingers hand him another shot of tequila. Blue eyes shining at him like the sun on the sea.
“Fuckin’ beautiful.”
And it’s like 100 days never even passed.
#in which Ian makes it to Mexico 100 days after leaving Mickey there#they live happily ever after in a little beach bungalow#happy anniversary galladrabbles!#🎂🍾🎉#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#gallavich#shameless
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Happy anniversary Megalosaurus bucklandii! Two hundred years ago it became the first dinosaur to be named 🥳🦖🎉🍾
#dinosaur#illustration#paleoart#paleontology#paleoillustration#paleoblr#palaeoblr#art#palaeontology#megalosaurus#jurassic world#jurassic period#theropod#dinosauria#200 years
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┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐
IT WAS ENCHANTING TO MEET YOU
pairing: charles_leclerc & youruser
୨୧˚ in which charles and her girlfriend y/n celebrates their first year anniversary on a vacation
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One year with my favorite humanchild! Love you to the moon and back. Couldn’t imagine a better celebration 🍾
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isahernaez: happy anniversary❤️ wishing you more years to come
⤵️yourusername: love you isabella😚
pierregasly: my boy and some girl who stole him from me, whatever happy anniversary🍾
⤵️francisca.cgomes: je te tue, leave them alone
⤵️yourusername: thank you I love you too pierre🙏🏻
charles_leclerc: my life, mon amour… je’taime, so glad to celebrate this with you😍
⤵️yourusername: 😚
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joyeux anniversarie mon chéri, so glad to have met you and made you my person 😍 wishing us the forever
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carlossainz55: happy anniversary amigo!👊🏻
⤵️charles_leclerc:🙏🏻
scuderiaferrari: wishing the best anniversary to our favorite couple!
user23: my heart, my soul… these two… 🧿 an evil eye to keep these two from any bad eyes
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user90: so shocked that Pierre hasn’t left a comment on this yet 🥱 @pierregasly
⤵️ pierregasly: I was crying
⤵️yourusername: @francisca.cgomes do they have something between we don’t know of?
⤵️francisca.cgomes: I don’t think so Pierre loves to act dramatic love
yourusername: it was enchanting to meet you😚
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Leclerc and Y/LN couple seem to enjoy their holiday together! Wishing them the best anniversary and the most love❤️🥰
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user67: I’d die to be the one charles hugs like this…
user90: I just love them, their energy comforts me🥲
user12: cause you can hear it in the silence…
⤵️ user76: you can feel it on the way home
⤵️user32: you can see it with the lights out
⤵️ user44: YOU RE IN LOOOVEEEEE
user23: BEST COUPLE🙏🏻🥸
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Dinner night, photo by @charles_leclerc
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user87: I don't know which one is luckier? Charles or you? I AM IN LOVE
user43: pure beauty 🫠🫠🫠
user56: leave charles and be my girl 🫡🫡 I'll kill for you
francisca.cgomes: beautiful 😘
yourusername: merci amour 😍
charles_leclerc : so otherworldly 😵💫
yourusername: takes one to know one🤭
charles_leclerc has added to their story
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#f1 x you#f1 fandom#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x female reader#f1 x y/n#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc one shot#charles leclerc au#charles leclerc fic#Charles Leclerc imagine#f1 social media au
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HAPPY 13th ANNIVERSARY TRANSFROMERS PRIME YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY 🎉🎉🎊🍾
#transformers#tfp#transformer prime#happy aniversary#yayyyyy#tfp starscream#tfp arcee#tfp megatron#tfp optimus prime#tfp soundwave#tfp ratchet#tfp knockout#tfp smokescreen#tfp breakdown#tfp bumblebee#tfp bulkhead
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Daycourtofficial’s 1k Celebration Masterlist 🍾
A week of a different genre fic every day!
Date: Week of March 11, 2024
*this will be updated as things change/are requested
Day 1: Fluff - It’s so quiet in the world tonight (Lucien x reader)
Summary: You and Lucien are having a quiet night at home, soaking in the peace, discussing how things will change when your baby arrives.
Day 2: Angst with no happy ending - You’re losing me (Azriel x reader)
Summary: Azriel has always put his duties as spymaster above his own needs and wants. How long can you let him keep putting work over you before boiling over?
Day 3: Hurt/comfort - I am ash from your fire (Eris x reader)
Summary: Surprising Eris one evening, you’ve turned up in the dead of night to let him know that your brother had figured out your secret relationship, offering you an ultimatum.
Day 4: Angst - My love should be celebrated (Nesta x reader)
Summary: Despite your best efforts, Nesta continues to push you away. All you’re trying to do is help her, but her self-hatred is all consuming, causing her to lash out at those that try to get too close.
Day 5: Smut - I pretend you’re mine all the damn time (Azriel x reader)
Summary: on a mission Azriel ingests the powder from an experimental breeding program. you offer to help him release, forcing Azriel to confront his feelings for you
Day 6: Angst with happy ending - Forever is the sweetest con (Cassian x reader, Azriel x reader)
Summary: the war with Hybern claimed the life of your husband. Reeling with grief, you discover that you’re pregnant. His brother and your friend, Azriel, begins spending more and more time with you, finding solace in each other amidst your shared grief.
Day 7: Angst with happy ending - Come back, be here (Azriel x reader)
Summary: It’s the anniversary of your mating bond ceremony and despite his reassurances, Azriel is nowhere to be seen. He shows up to your home hours after the fact.
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Happy 6th anniversary to SKZ (25/3/24)🎉🥳🎊🍾
I know I’m a bit late
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Happy anniversary twisted Wonderland 🍾❤️ +4
Thanks for everything guys and for the smiles you give me every day, best wishes to this beautiful game ❤️🍾🍾❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰
#anime#malleus draconia twst#twisted wonderland malleus#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland fanfiction#twsited wonderland#twisted wonderland disney#twisted wonderland riddle#Twistedwonderlndazul#Twistedwonderlndvil#gacha games#leona kingscholar#jamil viper#kalim al asim#riddle rosehearts#heartslaybul x reader#pomefiore#diasomnia#idia shroud#ignihyde#scarabia#savanaclaw#octavinelle#dire crowley#twst grim#twst malenoa
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happy new year everyone!! aka happy 14 year anniversary of this pic <33
🎆🎆🎇🎇🎉🍾🎊
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Happy anniversary 🎉🎊🎂🍾
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Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]
Summary: Your handler comes home early to celebrate, and you can’t help but think of the day you first met.
Word Count: 5.4k
Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist
Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Dubious Consent, Unreliable Narrator, Smut (Gun Play, Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk/Degradation, Exhibitionism), “Accidental” Groping, brief mention of Spanking, Murder/Dead Bodies, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Shock Collars, Pet Names (lollipop, sucker, etc.). Minors do not interact (18+).
A/N: Let’s give a warm welcome to Lloyd and his lollipop. Took me a moment on this one to find the motivation to write, but here we are! Happy First Sunday of Attic Wives Advent! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻
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One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Spinning around the room, your head dizzy with the motion, you travel. Skirt billowing, the swish of fabric against your thighs. Around, around, around. An endless dance inside the walls of your confinement. Soft music fills the air, strings and winds blending in a harmonic melody and filling your head as you glide.
The song ends and you pause. Halted by the sight of your handler in the door.
“Mr. Hansen,” you greet in surprise. “I thought you weren’t due for another few days.”
Stepping to the side, you find the calendar. No month or date, but days marked in little boxes. The one three days away circled to indicate his return. You point to it, as if it will provide its own explanation.
“And miss our anniversary?” Lloyd says with a hand over his heart. “Never. That pansy ass only took an hour to finish, a pop to his gullet and I was on my way home.” He mimes the shot with his fingers, pointed at your chest. “Now give me some sugar.”
You step forward and tilt your head, the perfect angle for him to slant his lips over yours and devour. You swoon against him. His mustache tickles, but it’s a sensation to which you’ve become accustomed—even enamored.
He hums against your lips and shoves his tongue past them. You meet each venture, each lick. Your fingers smooth over his sweater and shoulders until you reach the nape of his neck, scratching at the short hairs there. His knees buckle and he wraps his arms about you. He tastes sweet, like always. A little tart, like sour apple. One of your favorites. Probably rolled one of his lollipops around his mouth before arriving. He never eats the grape or cherry ones before he kisses you—knowing you hate that they taste of medicine.
“Mr. Hansen,” you gasp against his lips. The cool metal of his suppressor trailing over your body.
He chuckles and pulls back only to capture your shock in his gaze. His tongue swipes over his lips and his eyes burn with his hunger.
The gun lowers in its quest. Nudging between your thighs and pressing tight against you sex. Your fingers grip tight. Nails biting into his skin. Metal against your bare pussy.
Your eyes remain locked. His drinking in each minute expression that flits across your face. A smirk sits under his mustache. His hand rocking the gun against you. You lift on your toes. But his free hand cradles your nape, keeping you put.
A mocking concern furrows his brow. “You don’t like that, sucker baby?” he asks.
Your breath hitches and you whine. Why he has to look at you with that false pity and infantilizing voice, you don’t know. But you feel the rush of arousal it sends between your thighs.
“Sir,” you pout, “please.”
His face lifts in amusement and he keeps the motion of his hand, stimulating you with his gun.
“You know how much I love keeping you on my flavor saver,” he purrs with a predatory grin. “The thought of you on my gun?” He growls and rocks his hips forward, grinding his hard cock against you through his khakis. “Such a good, juicy girl for me.”
You whimper as the smooth metal of the suppressor’s tip catches on your clit. Your lips press together, hips canting toward the stimulation.
“More, please,” you request, your voice breathy and head tilting toward his.
He takes your invitation, kissing you again and stealing your breath. His free hand begins to wander, plucking at your nipples and smiling when you squeak in pain against his lips. But his hand travels further down, squeezing your ass and smoothing over your upper thigh.
A strange dull pain radiates from the exploration of his fingers. You blink in confusion and pull back a second. A glance down at his hand sees his finger buried in the fabric of your dress, the tender spot nearby. Your head tilts in curiosity, but you think nothing of it. Legs bumping into all sorts of things—an inexplicable tender spot or two never amiss.
But Lloyd stops. He grasps at your skirt and pulls it higher to expose the full extent of your thigh.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, voice dripping lust.
“Nothing,” you squeak. “It’s nothing.” You try to brush away his fingers or guide them somewhere more distracting.
But just like a dog with a bone—a very large bone—he doesn’t let you go that easy. His eyebrow quirks. His chin lifts just a little. And you’re spinning on your heel until he has your back pressed to his front.
“Now, sweet sucker,” he coos in your ear, “you wanna try that again?”
The smallest click reaches your ear. You know that sound. Have heard it far too often. The safety on his gun clicking off. Your heart spikes in panic. Yet he once again grinds it against your sex. Head fuzzy with a cocktail of panic and pleasure, you buck back toward him. He grins and presses a kiss to your cheek from behind.
“Tell me,” he grits with a tweak of your nipple. You gasp and reach for his hands. “Ah, ah,” he chides, keeping your grasp away from his gun, “don’t wanna do that, sweetheart. Don’t want an accident.”
You tip your head to catch his eye. He stares down at you, ever cool and cocky in a way that reminds you of the day you met.
“I—” You stop to lick your lips. His gun slides against you once more. Your eyes flutter closed.
“That’s right,” he purrs, “Tell me what’s happened to my candy girl.”
Another knock of the gun against your clit. Your lips press together, holding back a moan. You shake your head, hoping to clear it. “I must have bumped up against something while you were away,” you burst, trying to keep your thoughts straight with the delicious press of his firearm and cock clouding your mind. “It just twinged a little. But I’m fine.”
Lloyd hums, but you can’t see his face. Too focused on the starbursts on the backs of your eyelids. So close, so close to your climax.
“Baizen!” he barks from behind you. The tone of his voice enough to make anyone with a lick of sense freeze.
“Sir,” you ask, voice breathy and hitched as his free fingers join the barrel of the suppressor. “Why does he—” He pinches your clit, chuckling at your surprised squeak, before finding your entrance and plunging his fingers into your core. You moan, question instantly forgotten.
Your head tips back to rest against him. He presses another kiss to your skin. Tongue tracing toward your mouth and licking over your lips. He hums and you squirm with the bristly tickle of his mustache.
His fingers tease your entrance as you mewl and sway your hips, needing him to fill you. “You hear that?” he asks right by your ear. The squelch of your arousal embarrassingly loud compared to his whisper. Your lips press together and your head shakes. “God, you’re so sweet for me, sucker baby.” His teeth catch on your lobe, nibbling while his fingers sink into you once more.
Footsteps echo from outside your door. The heavy beat of their tactical boots, familiar from their patrols, approaching. Your stomach flip flops. Never once have you understood Lloyd’s need to display you. But you know better now than to fight it.
“You called, boss?” the man—Baizen, you assume—asks. He clears his throat but enters the room and stands at ease.
Lloyd’s fingers remain relentless—toying with you, keeping you on the brink, your head clouded with the ever growing need to cum. And he doesn’t respond, not for a minute. Letting the other man’s discomfort compound with your gasps and moans.
Half-distracted by you and continuing with your mind-altering torture, he states, “You let my girl get hurt.”
Baizen blinks. His brow furrows. He tries to catch your eye. But you know better.
“Of course n—”
With a final flick to your clit, the gun disappears. You only register the swift pew-pew of a double shot moments later when Baizen’s body hits the floor. Blood flows from the bullet wounds, two straight to the heart.
The safety clicks back on and Lloyd raises the gun. He examines your slick juices coating the metal and smiles. A gleam of satisfaction sparkles in his eyes before he drops the gun and wraps his arm around you, caging your body to his. His fingers curve within you and your knees crumple. Lloyd lowers you down, following you to the plush fibers of your fluffy rug. You whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, but he presses his lips to your throat in placation while his zipper snicks on its descent.
You sink your fingers into the sheepskin to prepare yourself and with little warning he plunges in. A wounded sound spills past your lips. Pain sparks at the sudden stretch but so does a exquisite thrill at having him inside you again.
Lloyd’s relentless. The moment he seats himself inside you to the hilt, he melts on top of you. A deep groan presses against your head before his hips snap back and he plunges into you again. Your pulse thrums and your fingers wring the fibers of your rug, mouth gaping as the sounds of your pleasure punch out of your chest. Each thrust another devastation to your sanity, losing yourself to the pleasure.
A deep guttural satisfaction hums from deep in his chest. Fingers grip tight at your hips. In response, they cant back, searching for more, grinding for stimulation.
“Just like that,” he breaths on a loud praise through his moans, “let me hear those slutty, slutty sounds, lollipop.” He grunts, fingers flexing at the flutter of your pussy around him. “God, I love you.”
You can’t respond, even though you’re supposed to—stroke his ego, sing his praises, shower him in affection in return. Your mind blank, save for thoughts of how he fills you. Stretches you to your limits with each clap of his hips against yours. No contemplation. Just bodies joining together in an exercise of rapture.
But he won’t accept that. That he forces all coherence from your head with his cock, words forgotten in his drive toward climax. His right hand releases your hip and without his support you collapse. Prone on the rug, he doesn’t waver but continues to bury himself in you as far as he can and wrest moans from your slack mouth. Your head tilts back, guided by his fingers gripping your throat.
“You’re so far gone,” he chuckles on labored breaths. “Look at you, so adorably pathetic.” He tuts and pauses, sheathed within you to grind his hips to yours. You release the rug and your hand flutters over his at your throat. His voice dips deep and deadly. “What do you say?” he prompts.
You mewl and blink, fighting back the heady fog of your lust. “I love you, too, Mr. Hansen,” you slur.
His head lowers, nose inhaling the smell of your hair, finding the hinge of your jaw. “Damn right.”
His hand releases your throat, letting you bury it back in the fluffy rug beneath you. Instead, as he resumes fucking you with abandon, it finds the apex of your thighs. Murmurs of delight leave him at the squelch of your arousal and his fingers grind against your clit which throbs for attention.
You cum with a keening cry, legs shaking with it and trying to squeeze shut. But Lloyd keeps you open, accessible for his use.
He grunts and his hips stutter. Relief wells up inside you, almost as orgasmic as your own climax. He cums, filling you to the brim. A weak moan spills past your lips, parched and thirsty.
With a pleased hum, he snuggles closer and pins you fully to the rug below. You both breathe heavy and his hum turns into a familiar melody. “Lollipop” by The Chordettes fills your ear. When you manage to turn your head to glimpse him over your shoulder, a cocky grin pulls at his lips.
That grin. The lock of his normally coiffured hair that falls into his eyes. Your mind flashes back to another moment—similar and very different and just as earth-shattering.
The bell dings. You glance at Naomi, flirting with a tall man, his back to you. You hesitate a moment before your feet find their way to the right spot without her. Under the dump bucket at the water park. Overhead you gaze up at the giant bucket—over 1,000 gallons of water ready to fall. Others join you, glancing at each other with glee. Your heart jumps with anticipation.
The bucket tips, the bell still sounding in your ear. Your eyes close. But you couldn’t have known to brace for the impact.
The force of the water buffeting you punches the air from your lungs. Feet faltering in their position, you start to slip on the wet floor. You can picture it. Your skull smacking against the pavement. Pain. Blood. Waterboarded by hundreds of gallons of water. Not a pretty picture.
Sudden strong hands grasp at you. One around your waist, the other accidentally gropes your chest. But they turn you away, shielding you from the rest of the deluge. A body presses against yours and keeps you tucked against them until the water runs out.
You breathe a moment, shocked by this stranger’s quick thinking and decisive action. Their hands release you and they step into your view.
“You okay?” he asks, a strand of wet hair flopping over his forehead. “Sorry about the uh—” His hand raises and flexes. Your cheeks heat and you clear your throat. “I just saw you falling and didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Thanks,” you mumble with a shy smile. “It’s silly, but I swear I saw my life flashing before my eyes.”
His lips quirk toward a smile beneath his mustache and your belly makes a nervous swoop. His dripping clothes cling to his frame. A low chuckle spills from him as he wrings water from his open Hawaiian shirt. You try your hardest not to stare at the white undershirt, transparent and outlining his muscles. Your teeth sink into your lower lip. You glance over your shoulder toward Naomi, now approaching with a smile on her face.
“Well, uh,” you mumble turning back with a shy tap of your toe, “how can I repay you for your…” But by the time you look back, the stranger has disappeared.
“Look at you,” Naomi says with a pinch of your shoulder. You flinch and look at her. “Soaking wet. Don’t you just love it?”
You shake your head with an uneasy chuckle. “Not exactly. Let’s go do that Tornado thing.” You herd her toward it, hoping to distract her from what just happened. But, still, you glance back hoping to catch a glimpse of the handsome man who saved you.
He doesn’t leave your head the rest of the day, even as you step out of the hotel shower that night and begin to dry yourself off with the fluffiest towel you’ve ever used. You hum to yourself and sigh, pushing thoughts of your mystery man aside for a moment. Naomi suggested a club nearby and you trudge to your luggage to pick an appropriate outfit. The club scene was never yours, but it is Naomi’s. You take a picture of yourself in the mirror and text her for approval. Seems only right since she’s treating you for this whole trip—the hotel, the food, the water park—all on her daddy’s card. It’s nice to be the heiress of a business empire.
A text comes back after a moment. Gorgeous! 😍
Your brow quirks at the response. Used to her responding selfies and abbreviated text speak, your thread full of them.
Everything alright? You ask.
A minute passes. Nothing. You sit at the foot of your bed, keycard passing through your fingers while you wait. She’s usually glued to her phone. Why it’s taking her an age to reply, you don’t know. You check the time, tap the card against your phone screen, take a glance around your room to make sure everything’s tucked away.
A knock bangs on the door. You jump, startled. That’s not like Naomi at all. You stand and fidget with the short hem of your dress.
Hesitant steps take you to the door and you look out the peephole. A man, tall with dark curly hair and glasses, stands outside your door. He looks one way down the hallway as if speaking to someone else.
He says your name in a forceful, clipped command. “Please open the door. For your own safety.”
You step back and turn toward your room. Panic spikes up your spine until you shiver with it. You step toward the bed, then the bathroom, then the window not knowing where to turn.
“I’m from the FBI, Agent Denny Carmichael. I must insist you let me in.”
Your fingers tremble as they tap Naomi’s number on your phone. It continues to ring and ring before going to voicemail. The agent stops talking. But you hear mumbling from just outside.
You drop you phone by your purse and approach the door again, trying to hear what he’s saying.
“Look,” he says, an edge of frustration to his tone, “Naomi Jackson has received death threats from foreign organizations. We’re working closely with the CIA to mitigate the threat, but she has been taken into protective custody for the time being. And, until this threat passes, you will need to be under our protection as well.”
You swallow hard. Stomach transforming into a pit of dread. You look toward the peephole, hands clenched with your apprehension.
A heavy sigh comes through the door. “Would you like to see my badge?” he asks.
Making sure the chain lock remains in place, your hand finds the doorknob. You twist and open it a fraction, standing behind the door to shield yourself.
Agent Carmichael’s hand slides his badge holder through the gap. You snatch it away and close the door. His hand slaps it with a bark of “Hey!”
You flinch from his shout but take a long look, verifying his name and his status as an FBI agent. It looks legitimate—at least to your eye.
With a final moment of hesitation, you unlatch and open the door. “I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I just—”
Agent Carmichael holds up a hand to silence you. “You were startled and scared. I understand, but we need to move. Now.”
He grasps you by the arm and guides you down the hallway, head swiveling back and forth. You can only guess he’s looking for threats. Would you really be in such danger?
Your feet can’t move as quickly as your escort wants, but you try to keep up. It’s a whirlwind of back exits from the hotel, avoiding staff, and being shoved into the back seat of some sort of black sedan. Agent Carmichael explains nothing else, even when you notice a woman sitting in the passenger seat beside him. He simply starts the car and begins to drive.
“Uh, hi, hello,” you mumble to greet the woman.
She gives no response. Almost as if pretending you weren’t there at all. She turns to the other agent. “I can’t believe he changed his price.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Agent Carmichael replies in low tones with a peek over his shoulder at you. Your eyes glue themselves to the tinted window, pretending not to listen. “He’s not likely to do it again.” With another glance to capture your attention, he says, “Just a few more minutes until we hand you over to your handler at the airstrip. He’ll take over your protective custody from there.”
“Alright, thank you.” You sink lower into your seat and play with the hem of your dress.
The airstrip is desolate save for one small plane, another black sedan, and a man standing beside it. From the backlighting you can only make out the shape of his broad shoulders and large stature. He leans against the car, almost at ease. Though it doesn’t calm your buzzing adrenaline and anxiety, the display of nonchalant confidence reassures you just a little.
Your escort car pulls to a stop a few feet from his. Agent Carmichael opens the door behind the driver’s seat and grabs your bicep once again as he takes you closer to the man.
One glimpse of the mustache and slicked back hair and your mouth gapes on a gasp of recognition. Without thought, your hand raises to point at the man and you blurt, “You!”
“Hey lollipop,” he greets with a cocky strut toward you. He produces the small candy from his pocket and offers it. You take the lollipop by its stick and hold it close. “Looks like I’m gonna be taking care of you.”
“Hello again,” you say, feeling more at ease with a familiar face—especially one who had been so helpful earlier that day.
Agent Carmichael clears his throat and steps forward, placing you behind his shoulder. “Have you delivered the asset to the live drop?”
The man scoffs and pushes the agent away with a sweep of his hand. “Of course I have. I’m not some candy-ass rookie—I get the job fucking done. Now, are we?” His arm wraps around your waist, guiding you gently to his side.
“Yes.” Agent Carmichael spins on his heel and returns to his car. He drives away, his partner in the passenger seat glaring out the windshield as it turns.
You look up at your assigned protector, his eyes locked on the retreating car until it’s out of sight. Only then does he look to you and smile. Your lips press together to suppress the shy smile ready to break through.
“The name’s Lloyd Hansen,” he introduces himself. He offers his hand and you give it a quick shake. “Let’s get going.” Lloyd directs you to the plane and you start walking toward its stairs. “By the way, before you start wondering, your luggage and personal effects should be shipped to our safe house. Just takes a while to make sure our tracks are covered.”
You pause on your climb up the plane’s stairs, turning to him on the step below you. “Thank you, Mr. Hansen.” Your heart starts to calm. Your handler has everything in hand. Everything will be fine.
Which wasn’t exactly true. Though, it had taken you about two weeks to realize just how wrong you were.
The first hint was the mansion. The huge structure and sprawling grounds supposedly your safe house—not very inconspicuous. The second was the large staff. All ready and willing to help with any little thing, and already set in a routine. He explained it away at the time with a vague story about the seized assets of a drug lord. But then your luggage arrived without your cellphone or tablet. And Mr. Hansen insisted on you staying in the renovated attic—a gorgeous space full of light and luxury, but quite restrictive and remote in the long-run. Hints number three and four.
When he stopped answering your questions about the FBI and Naomi’s case, and started to find too many reasons to put his hands on your body, the penny finally dropped.
The first time you tried to run away, he spanked you so hard you couldn’t sit for a week. He threatened worse the next time. That was also the first night he slept in your bed. You woke up to his hard on pressed between the cheeks of your ass and his hands cupping your tits. To your utter confusion at the time, he didn’t do anything else. Just walked uncomfortably from the room and left you to your own devices until that night’s dinner. That was when he spilled—cocky smirk twisted on his lips.
That foreign threat to Naomi? He was hired by the CIA, specifically Agent Carmichael, to deliver her directly to them. How lucky for you that you’d caught his eye during his surveillance and he’d decided to change his deal. The heiress in exchange for her friend. That was hard to swallow. Thoughts of what had become of Naomi filling your head until it felt like you’d pop.
The second time you tried to sneak away, it’d taken months to understand the guard’s schedule. To count the minutes in your head until their rotations. Then to find out how the household staff worked. Which maids cleaned the floors below and when. The cooks, the housekeeper, the head of security. Mr. Hansen’s travel routines. And the technology everywhere. It was impossible. But you almost got away. Just a few feet from the top of the back wall before they caught you.
When Lloyd had returned, he introduced you to the collar—the electric collar. Locked now around your throat and a very persuasive tool to keep you in your attic.
How long ago was that? Months, at least. You weren’t the best at keeping track of time. Though Lloyd helped with his penchant for celebrating anniversaries—if he could be trusted. Still, the days tended to blur together.
All you know is the fight left you a while ago. Resistance doesn’t deter him and it’s so much better when you just enjoy it. He’s not mean without reason, and he is what he initially proclaimed himself. Your protector.
Lloyd stands with a groan and you jolt at the feel of him slipping out of you. He hums with pained pleasure.
Your fingers run through the fibers of your rug, turning on your back and staring at the ceiling. Head tilting to the side, you listen to Lloyd putter around your room. He picks up your perfume bottles, catching your ear with the clink of sitting them back in their tray. You look to see what exactly he’s doing. He leans against your vanity, pants pulled back up but fly undone.
He smirks as he looks down at you. “That’s what I like to see.”
Heavy steps approach from the hall and a knock sounds at the door. Lloyd pops up.
“There they are.”
You follow him with your eye. Siting up more fully to watch him kick the body out of the way of the man and dog standing in the doorway. Your head tilts in confusion, but you know to say nothing. Just straighten you skirt, hold back the grimace at his cum starting to drip out of you, and wait for his explanation.
Lloyd takes the leash with a nod to the man. “Take care of this shitbag, will you?” He prods Baizen’s body once more with his toe before turning back to you.
With a proud smirk, he leads the dog over—maybe a giant schnauzer judging by its little beard and large size. It’s then you notice the sparkly yellow ribbon around the dog’s neck. You wait, looking up to the man who once proclaimed to be your handler. He’s sure to give you some sort of cue.
“Happy Anniversary, lollipop!”
You blink. “Happy Anniversary, sir,” you return.
He crouches down and smacks a sloppy kiss to your lips. “What d’you think of your present?”
“Present?”
The dog steps forward and sits right in front of you. Lloyd gestures to him and hands over the leash. You take it, trying to piece together the bits of the puzzle—at what exactly he’s doing.
“He’s yours,” Lloyd explains. “Been raising him since he was a puppy to be the perfect guard dog for you. He’s smart and strong. He’ll be perfect for when I’m not here to keep you company.”
“So,” you wonder, reaching out a tentative hand to pet the dog before you, “he’s mine?”
The dog dips his head and sniffs before rushing forward and nearly tackling you to the ground. You push him back and situate yourself better. He finds a comfortable spot sitting in your lap, though he’s far too big to be a lapdog.
Lloyd chuckles. “Yup. He better be. Been scent training him to make sure he knows you. Even if he’s only just met you.” His head tilts and he stands back up. “You wanna know his name?”
You nod, running your hands through the black fur along the dog’s back. You snuggle into him without realizing, but he just sits for you, seemingly content with your embrace.
“Shadow,” Lloyd commands, “perimeter.”
Immediately, the dog steps away from you and begins patrolling around the walls of your room, sniffing along each. Looking for something—probably a threat.
“He looks like a shadow,” you say with a glance to the man standing above you.
“Huh,” Lloyd says with a cock of his head, “I suppose he does.”
Shadow finishes his circuit and returns to you, his shoulder pressed to your side.
“At ease,” Lloyd says.
Your dog relaxes into you and searches for your hand to begin petting him again. You’re happy to oblige. Your lips purse, holding back hope with your new companion by your side. Though, from your keeper, you can’t hide anything.
He tips your chin up to meet his eye with two fingers and asks, “What’s on your mind, sucker baby?”
“Will I get to take care of him?”
“Well,” Lloyd hems, “you won’t have to bathe him or clip his nails. We’ve got someone to groom him—”
“Will I get to take him on walks?” you ask before you can stop the interruption—almost regretting it.
Lloyd clicks his tongue and bends to tap his hand against your cheek. Almost a slap. “You thinking about leaving me?”
Your head shakes vehemently at the glint in his eye. Too close to displeasure.
“Of course not, Mr. Hansen,” you assure, standing up and clutching at his shirt, pressing as close as possible in an effort to wipe away any of his misplaced suspicion.
He hums and runs his hands along your sides. Smoothing them up and to your neck, he taps on the collar. You swallow hard.
“Your perimeter has been expanded,” he says, wrapping his hand around the side of your throat and drawing you closer. “You can go all the way out to the balcony and watch him in the garden. Isn’t that nice?”
You breathe steady. Though your heart sinks and you can hardly stomach the disappointment, the slightest expansion is something—less than what’s allowed a dog, but something.
“I can go outside?” you ask, quiet and hesitant. Fearing that somehow he might think better of it.
Lloyd keeps you close as he guides you toward the balcony door. Tall French doors opening onto a sun-soaked expanse of space.
“Go on,” he prods.
Your first steps with bare feet on the tile, you cannot believe you’re allowed this. A breeze brushes your cheek. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The blue sky widens overhead, spotted with fluffy white clouds. You breathe in the fresh air and your heart lifts and keeps rising. It’s a gorgeous day.
Lloyd says something behind you, but you pay it no heed. Too caught up in the taste of freedom. Thoughts of a star-speckled sky spur plans of sleeping outdoors. Feeling the rain again, the chance to crunch through snow. Part of you doesn’t understand the bubbling joy welling within you at such an insignificant delusion of freedom. You never dwell in those thoughts, afraid of what they might spark.
Your hands grip the hard stone railing, leaning to look down at the lush gardens below. Shadow races out the downstairs door and runs around the corner. You watch him until he’s out of sight.
Steps approach from behind. You glance over you shoulder and meet Lloyd’s eye. The gratitude of your gaze meets the hunger of his.
He steps closer and bends you over the rail, his hips pressing his hard cock against your ass. His hands cover yours on the stone and he runs his nose along your throat until he reaches your ear.
“Happy Two Year Anniversary, my sticky sweet girl,” he husks, the grit of arousal dripping from his words. He sinks down to his knees and flips up your skirt. With a dip of his head, he latches onto your cunt. You jolt, but can’t move away. All you can do is moan and let your body become his again.
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"I can't let you back on the road in that fire hazard," Eddie says, huffing with laughter. "If there was a mechanic's code, I'd be breaking it."
A giggle slips out of Chrissy's mouth before she can stop it. "Is it really that bad?"
"Yep," Eddie replies, nodding his head as he sucks his teeth. "It's really that bad."
"Well…" Chrissy feels a little thrill of confidence flow through her as she smiles at him, "...then I guess we're even after all."
happy one year anniversary to chapter 1 of if we don't leave this town, we might never make it out 🍾
i loved writing this fic so much and i miss this little universe i created all the time, so i thought what better way to honor the anniversary than to give you guys a little peek at what life's like for Eddie and Chrissy a few months after the last chapter ends. i hope you enjoy 💛
when we begin again
The roar of an engine and the crunch of gravel outside of the garage doesn’t startle Chrissy like it used to. She’s long grown used to all the ambient noise that she hears on a daily basis from Eddie’s garage, even with the door to the office closed. There’s only so much sound that the simple wood can muffle, but it’s okay. Chrissy doesn’t feel the constant need to look over her shoulder anymore.
Sure, sometimes when she and Eddie are out somewhere she’ll get that tingly feeling on the back of her neck that makes her anxiety rise and she can’t help but fear that someone is watching her, but Eddie’s always there to keep her grounded. To protect her.
He makes her feel safe in a way she never thought possible. And yeah, sometimes she wonders if maybe she relies on him a little too much, but it’s only been a few months. She’s still healing, emotionally speaking anyway, and someday she’ll really learn to stand on her own two feet.
Still, having a safety net isn’t such a bad thing.
The door to the office creaks open - Eddie refuses to grease the hinges because it always announces his (and anyone else’s) presence so there’s never a worry of someone sneaking up on Chrissy when she has her back turned - and Chrissy looks over her shoulder to find Eddie rocking back and forth on his heels, fighting a large smile.
“What?” she asks with a laugh, staring at him curiously as she slowly gets up from the desk.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Chrissy tilts her head, feeling excited but nervous as to what this surprise could be. If it was another mixtape, he would’ve just waltzed right into the office and plunked it into the stereo already. It can’t be a meal, given that it’s the middle of the afternoon, but Chrissy can’t seem to come up with another idea of what he could possibly be surprising her with.
“What is it?”
Eddie extends his hand, his palm wiped clean of the streaks of grease that continue from the wrist up, and Chrissy doesn’t even think to hesitate before she takes it.
He leads her out of the office and through the garage, to the bay at the far end that she could’ve sworn was empty this morning after Mrs. Henderson came to pick up her Buick the day before. Whatever car is sitting in its place is much smaller than that, but Chrissy can’t tell what it is because it’s covered by a tarp.
“Stand right… here,” Eddie says as he gently guides Chrissy to stand right at what she assumes is the front end of the car, “and close your eyes.”
“Eddie…”
“Just for a little while,” he promises with a soft kiss to her cheek. “Five seconds - maybe ten. Please?”
Chrissy lets out a little breath and presses her lips together to hold back a smile, dutifully raising her hands to cover her eyes a moment later.
“That’s my girl,” Eddie murmurs, drawing a giggle out of her that she couldn’t have stopped if she tried.
As she listens to Eddie pulling back the tarp she imagines what he must look like; she has no doubt in her mind that whenever she opens her eyes the tarp will be all bunched up and shoved off to the side, making her wonder why he even bothered with it in the first place.
“Okay!” Eddie’s grin bleeds through his voice and Chrissy’s own mouth curls into a smile as she hears his footsteps come closer to her. He puts one hand on her elbow before he steps behind her, pressing his chest up against her back and all but enveloping her as he puts his mouth to her ear. “Open your eyes.”
She pulls her hands away from her face as Eddie’s hands settle on her waist, and while her first instinct is to turn around and look at him, as soon as her eyes focus on the car in front of her, she can’t look away.
“I… Eddie…” she lets out a surprised laugh, “what is this?”
“It’s a car,” he answers with a chuckle. “A 1973 Volkswagen Super Beetle, to be exact.”
“I know that,” Chrissy mumbles, pushing her elbow back against his ribs - not enough to hurt, but enough to show her annoyance at his snark.
“Okay, Miss Smarty-Pants,” he teases as he leans in to press another kiss to her cheek. Chrissy turns her head to catch his mouth, moaning ever so softly as he kisses her back.
“Whose car is it?” she asks when he pulls away.
“Yours.”
Chrissy’s jaw drops. Eddie slips out from behind her and walks back over to the car, his excitement growing more and more pronounced as he starts to ramble.
“I got a real good deal on it because it needs some work, but it runs and it’s a hell of a lot better than that hunk of junk you rode in on—”
Chrissy shakes her head a little; he’s never going to let her Gremlin go.
“—but since you’ve been saying you wanna learn more about cars, I thought why not get one that won’t fall apart and, y’know, it can be our weekend project, or whatever.”
“Eddie…”
He looks up at her, his smile faltering for the first time.
“Do… do you not like it?”
“No, it’s not—”
“Is it the color? We can totally change it, that’s not an issue—”
“Eddie,” Chrissy pleads as she rushes forward, throwing her arms around his neck and pushing up on her tiptoes to hold him tight. “I love it.”
“Yeah?” Eddie lets out a relieved breath and wraps his arms around her in return, laughing when he speaks. “You do?”
“Yes,” she says as she rocks her feet back down to the garage floor. “You shouldn’t have, though. How much—”
Eddie cuts her off with a kiss, chuckling into her mouth when she tries to wriggle away.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
“But—”
“I told you, I got a good deal!”
She frowns at him, but it doesn’t last long when he presses his forehead against hers and nudges her nose with his own.
“I wanted to do this for you,” he murmurs. “I want you to have a car that’s yours. That’ll get you where you need to go if you ever…”
Chrissy’s breath stutters as Eddie’s grip on her waist suddenly tightens. He goes stiff against her for a few seconds before he forces himself to relax, and she quickly brings their lips together.
She knows what this is. He’s giving her an escape route. This is his way of saying if you ever feel like you need to leave, I want you to be able to. He loves her enough to know that she deserves to feel like she isn’t trapped.
“I love you,” she whispers breathlessly as she clings to him, pressing her body against his as much as she can; if she could wrap herself around him any more, she would.
“Love you,” he says, lightning-quick in return. “Love you so much, Chrissy I—”
“I know.” She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses him again. “Thank you.”
Eddie fully relaxes against her but neither of them pull away from the other. Chrissy tucks her face against his shoulder and he does the same into the crook of her neck, and they just stand there for a while in each other’s embrace.
She doesn’t want to leave - she can’t imagine ever wanting to run away from Eddie like she did before - but knowing she’ll have the means to do so with his blessing? That means more to her than words could ever say.
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Hi congrats on the 1k!!! Can you do a 🌶 with charles and actress where they were in a secret relationship and decide to announce it with a 1 year anniversary post?
ofc!! i hope you like it i made it a lil goofy (also so hard to do alot bc of 10 photo limit)
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Happy 50th Anniversary HIP HOP!!🍾🥂
Rap/Hip Hop has come a loooong way through this musical journey. Here's a montage of the most popular genre in music history.
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The Jubalaires- Noah (1946)
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Pigmeat Markham- Here Comes The Judge (1968)
Coke la Rock (the 1st official "rapper") & DJ Kool Herc (the DJ who made this thing called 'Hip Hop' official with a block party.
Kool Herc's sister, Cindy Campbell was the person who planned the block party that would become the party of the century.
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Sylvia Robinson was the founder & CEO of the 1st official Hip Hop record label, Sugarhill Records. The Sugarhill Gang & the Furious Five were the 1st groups signed to the label. The Sugarhill Gang was marketed toward the pop charts/mainstream & the Furious 5 was more for the streets, with The Message being considered the 1st conscious hip hop record.
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The Sugarhill Gang- Rapper's Delight (1979)
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Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five- The Message (1982)
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Will Hip Hop make it another 50 years? I guess we'll have to just wait & see. Until next time.
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