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winchesterandpie · 2 years

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Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x shy!fem!reader

Word Count: 3512 (I may have gotten a little carried away, and I'm not sorry)

Warnings: highly self-indulgent, a couple of comments that could be insecurity, but really nothing to worry about. This is just fun with my favorite fictional man

A/N: As promised, I am back with some fun and fluff. This is structured like one of those "5 times they do something and 1 time you do it back" things. I had a great time writing this, and I hope you enjoy it!

The first time Bradley pulled you to the piano with him, you were caught completely off guard. It wasn’t that you’d never been there when he’d pulled the plug for the jukebox and played the piano for everyone, but he hadn’t ever tugged you with him.

You resisted at first, shy and hesitant to be so near the center of attention. Bradley would have let you go immediately if you expressed your discomfort, but something about the wild glow of him made you want, however hesitantly, to go along. At least, you did until you were both sitting on the piano bench. Then the reality of everyone starting to turn toward you set in as Bradley started playing around on the keys.

He must’ve felt you tense up beside him because he leaned into you, one hand coming off the keys to sit lightly on your knee. “You okay? You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’m okay. I want to stay, I’m just… just a bit nervous.” You tilted your head to look him in the eye, wanting to make sure he knew you meant it. Bradley’s eyes softened more than you’d ever seen when you said that. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head, returning his hand to the piano.

“You tell me if it gets to be too much, alright?”

“Yeah, thank you,” you grinned, leaning your head against his shoulder.

You may have only known him for a year and been on a scant handful of dates, but you were starting to see deeper into how wonderful it was to have Bradley Bradshaw in your orbit. You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, but you hoped he would stick around for a while.

He started in on “Great Balls of Fire,” a favorite in his repertoire. You could hear how much he enjoyed playing like this, which was enough to make you smile on its own. His warmth at your side kept you steady and secure.

You could feel the weight of people’s gazes, but you were able to ignore it in favor of watching Bradley have fun. He rewarded you with a wink at the line, “kiss me baby,” and a quick peck on the cheek. The way his hazel eyes sparkled when he looked over at you made your heart beat a little harder in your chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured to you after the number.

“It was fun,” you replied as he started to steer the two of you out of the bar. “Might have to do it again sometime.”

“Is that so, little lady?” Bradley’s eyebrow lifted teasingly. You flushed at his tone, looking away in the hopes that he wouldn’t notice the heat rising in your face.

“I guess you’ll have to find out, big guy,” you said when you mustered the courage to flirt back. You risked a glance up at him to find him gazing adoringly at you.

“I look forward to it.”

“Me too.”

The second time you were pulled to the center of attention, it was unintentional on both your parts. It was Bradley’s day off, and he had brought you to the beach.

You spent the morning trying not to stare too much while you splashed water at each other. In your defense, he was also admiring you in your swimsuit. Neither of you minded.

When he caught you staring, he winked and flexed a little extra just to make you laugh. You got bashful when you caught him, flicking water in his direction. He grinned, surging toward you in the waist-deep water to pick you up.

“What are you doing?” you giggled, though you had a suspicion it involved you and submersion.

He just laughed, walking deeper into the ocean. You grabbed around his back, hoping you could either prevent the inevitable or bring him down with you. As predicted, he lifted then tossed you out a little further. Despite your efforts, your arm slipped, so you couldn’t save yourself.

You had managed to get a good breath of air, so instead of coming up spluttering right away, you dove a little deeper underwater, grabbed his ankle and pulled. He went under too--you suspected you had caught him off guard. From under the water, you dodged his grasp and came up laughing. Bradley wasn’t long behind you, his wet curls plastered to his head as he surfaced.

“Not bad, little lady,” he congratulated you with a blinding smile. “I didn’t see that one coming.”

“With reflexes like that, I’m shocked they let you fly planes,” you teased.

“Oh, it’s like that, hmm?” Bradley advanced on you, a dangerous, playful spark in his eyes.

You knew that look--a look that had led to you being pinned against the side of his car on a particularly notable occasion. Backing away apprehensively, you were soon forced to swim rather than walk. He kept coming, making your stomach flutter as he approached deliberately.

He finally made a move and you couldn’t push back fast enough to avoided his grasp. He caught you in his arms, so as a prevention against getting dunked again, you wrapped your legs around his waist. You had a moment’s warning to take a breath before he dunked both of you underwater.

Bradley rolled you both over in the water so he could blow a cloud of bubbles in your face. You surfaced already laughing, pressing your face into his neck as he started to walk the two of you back toward the shore. He was laughing too as he pressed kisses into your wet hair. You pulled back just for a moment, your gaze dropping to his lips.

“Can I--” you started to ask, though he interrupted before you could finish the question.

“Please.” The word was more of a sigh than a spoken word.

You didn’t wait, surging forward to catch his lips in a kiss. He tasted of salt from the sea and sunshine and you couldn’t think of anything better. Bradley’s arm was across your back, his hand resting between your shoulder blades to press you impossibly close. It was like you were drowning and he was the air you needed.

You grinned against his lips as his other hand moved from your back to hold your thigh. The world melted away, and all you could feel were his fingers pressed into your flesh, his lips on yours, the heat of his sun-kissed skin, and the waves buffeting you about.

When you heard the wolf-whistles and cheers, you pulled back, suddenly aware of the people watching you. He pressed his forehead to yours when he saw your wide-eyed look.

“Just keep your eyes on me, sweets.” Bradley assured you. “It’s just the two of us.”

“They’re all staring, Roose.” You hid your face in his neck as you felt your skin flushing.

“They’re just wondering how a guy like me scored someone as beautiful as you, little lady.”

That made you laugh, “You’re a sun-tanned god and you think they’re staring at me?”

He laughed too, and you relaxed at the rumbling noise in his chest.

“Have they gone back to whatever they were doing?” you asked at last, still not picking your head up.

“You’re adorable when you get shy like this, y’know,” he murmured in your ear. “But yeah, they’ve stopped looking.”

“I love you, Bradley” you hummed against his skin.

He paused then, as he processed what you said, and you froze. You hadn’t intended to say that quite so soon, but here you were, watching the gears turn in his head and hoping you hadn’t just scared him off.

When he hadn’t responded for long enough that you worried he was going into shock, you spoke up again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put that on you. You don’t have to say any--”

“You mean it?” he interrupted gently, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, I do. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The third time, you had some warning that you were going to be near the center of things, and you were nervous.

Bradley had been called back to Top Gun for a top-secret mission, and had asked you to come to North Island with him. You agreed, of course, but realized about an hour ago that it meant meeting a whole crowd of loud naval aviators. There was only another half hour before you got to the Hard Deck where everyone was meeting, and you were trying to keep your nerves steady.

“What if they don’t like me?” you finally voiced the thought that had been bouncing around your head.

“Of course they will,” he reassured you immediately, reaching across the console for your hand with his free one. He glanced at you only briefly, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove, but he held your hand in a fierce grip. “They’re going to love you, I promise.”

“But what if I freeze up? You stuck around long enough to get to know me, but--”

“I’ll be right there the whole time. And if it gets to be too much, you tell me and we’ll get out of there, okay?”

You took a long, slow breath, gripping his hand in both of yours. “Okay. Okay, it’ll be fine.”

“There’s my girl,” he praised, lifting your hand to his lips. He didn’t release your hand for the rest of the drive.

Your nerves struck again when he pulled up to the bar, the neon lights making you realize that you had to go in there an socialize with a bunch of new people. Bradley came around to your side of the car, opening the door. He leaned against the side of the car with a sympathetic smile.

“You sure you want to do this?” Your sweet man was giving you another out.

You leaned forward, resting your head against his torso. His arm settled across your shoulders, letting you relax into him. You were enveloped the scent of him, breathing deeply. At last, you nodded and let him help you out of the car.

“They’re gonna love you, sweetheart,” he repeated his promise from the car ride, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as the two of you walked into the Hard Deck.

He was right, of course. Despite all of their bantering at each other, they welcomed you easily. You made fast friends with Phoenix, despite her initial jab at Rooster. Hangman was less friendly, but with Bradley’s arm around your shoulders and Phoenix at your side, you felt bold enough to fire off some decent comebacks.

“Don’t let him get to you, big guy, he’s just jealous,” you murmured to Bradley when Hangman moved away.

“Of course he is,” Phoenix chimed in, leaning around you to look at Bradley. “You got yourself a keeper here, Rooster. Bagman wishes he could get someone like her.”

“You are pretty great, little lady,” Bradley said, only to you. “I’m thinking I might move to the piano if you want to come with me.”

“Sounds fun.”

Even if the only reward you got for saying yes was that bright, beaming smile, it would have been worth it. The disappointed groans when he unplugged the jukebox weren’t even enough to distract you from the way he lit up the room as he tugged you over to the piano bench. Unlike the first time you had joined him at the piano, he sat you in his lap rather than beside him.

You were realizing he must’ve done this regularly when he was stationed closer, based on the crowd starting to gather around you after the cheers of “overboard” died down, replaced with cheers of your boyfriend’s callsign.

He started on his signature song, one he’d told you was his dad’s favorite. You let him have the first verse to himself, joining in at “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

Bradley grinned at you, and you felt like you were the only one in the room. Certainly to each other, you were the only ones that mattered. You tilted your head against him as you sang along.

When you reached “kiss me, baby,” you twisted to kiss the corner of his mouth, to the cheers of the other Navy pilots. You both kept singing gleefully, though he ducked his head to kiss your shoulder briefly.

You may not have been sure what the next weeks would hold, but you did know that with Bradley Bradshaw by your side, you could do anything.

The fourth time, you were unexpectedly thrust into the spotlight by catching a foam football. You had been sitting in the sand, reading a paper for work, when it landed in your lap. Looking up, you saw several overeager aviators charging toward you.

What were you supposed to do? You did what any sensible person would do and scrambled to your feet, weaving around them to where Bradley was beckoning you as he ran toward you.

“Over here!”

Your evasion got the aviators to trip over each other, allowing you to escape. Bradley came up alongside you, encouraging you in the right direction while Phoenix tackled Fanboy to let you keep going. You made it to their unofficial goal to score, and were swept up immediately into a triumphant group hug.

“What was that?” you laughed the question to Bradley, who was packed close to you in the group.

“Dogfight football.”

“I hope you know how little that clears it up.”

You were pulled into more of the game after that, a perfunctory explanation of the rules doing little to clear up your confusion. Fortunately, you were out of the spotlight quickly. You didn’t score again, but you did get knocked down running interference for Bob’s game-winning touchdown. Hangman offered a hand to pull you to your feet, patting you on the shoulder with a kinder grin than you had seen from him before.

You grinned back, happy that they weren’t all antagonizing each other anymore. You had heard about the day he struck too low, and you weren’t about to give him a pass for it. However, you were also aware of the level of danger they woulld be facing, if only because of Bradley’s refusal to tell you anything. They would need to have each other’s backs in the air.

The fifth time you were pulled into the spotlight by Bradley Bradshaw, you didn’t even care. You got his call when the ship was almost back to port and all you could feel was relief. You couldn’t meet him there due to your work, but you did manage to intercept him just as he arrived at the Hard Deck to celebrate with all of them.

Bradley caught you in his arms when you launched yourself at him, burying his face in your hair. Neither of you mentioned how both of your arms trembled from how tightly you held each other. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck to inhale the smell of him, reassuring yourself that he was really there.

When he pulled back to kiss you, you met his lips eagerly. The close press of his body against you slowly filled in the hollow that had grown when he left. You broke the kiss only when your lungs begged for air, but you kept your forehead pressed to his.

After another kiss, albeit a brief one, he nodded toward the door of the bar. “Can I buy you a drink, little lady?”

You laughed, the first laugh since he’d gone. You laughed yourself to tears, and once you started, you couldn’t stop. Neither could he. So the two of you stayed there a minute longer, leaning into each other as you got your giggling under control.

“Well, we probably shouldn’t deprive them of one of the guests of honor,” you said, wiping the last of the tears away as your laughter calmed.

“They’ll survive,” he bargained, tilting your head up to allow him to steal another kiss. And another.

You hummed into the last one, then pulled back a little farther with a grin on your face. “There’s plenty of time for that later, Lieutenant.” Your grin turned a little softer as you continued, “For now, you all deserve to celebrate together.”

“Always so smart.”

“I knew you kept me around for a reason.”

He barked a short laugh as you set off toward the bar. Bradley caught up to you quickly, and you settled your arms around each other before pulling the door open.

The cheer that went up as you entered didn’t faze you. No, nothing could from your position under his arm. You hardly noticed all the people reaching out to give him a congratulatory pat on the shoulder or back for his success in the mission. Both of you made it to the rest of the Dagger squad, who were monopolizing the pool table. Even there, Bradley was getting quite a bit of praise, which was turning him a little bashful.

“Rooster.” You recognized the change in his face at the familiar voice.

“Hangman.”

You didn’t know much about what had happened up there, but you did know that Jake was the reason Bradley came home. You slipped out from under Bradley’s arm to catch Jake in a hug before he could move away. He hesitated for a moment, but his arms found their way around you.

“Thank you.” Your voice was rough on the quiet words. He squeezed you just a little tighter before letting you go. He offered a nod in response, and you got the sense that he was holding back a flashy comment, but he held it in as he left to get something to drink.

You retreated back to Bradley, who pressed a kiss to your head as you leaned into his side.

“He’s growing up, isn’t he?” You shook your head fondly, proud that Jake had read the room well enough to not make a snarky comment just yet.

“I dunno that I’d go that far,” Bradley chuckled, “but it’s about time.”

The time you turned it around on Bradley, pulling him into the center of attention for a change, you were nervous.

It was his birthday and you wanted it to be perfect. You had been practicing for weeks, thanks to Penny letting you come in to the Hard Deck for the piano before the bar opened. You just hoped that your hands wouldn’t freeze up on the keys.

The shared plan was for you to meet him at the Hard Deck along with the rest of the Dagger squad. The real plan was a little different. As far as Bradley knew, you were still supposed to be half an hour from arriving. Phoenix had been key in making sure he avoided where you sat in the corner, hiding in plain sight.

Your fingers drummed a nervous beat on your leg. At this point, you weren’t sure what you were waiting for. Everyone was here, and it wouldn’t be too long before the bar got busy.

Deciding that you were just stalling, you pushed yourself up. You kept an eye on the group of naval aviators as you crept quietly to the jukebox. Taking a breath, you pulled the plug, cutting the music.

You moved over to the piano quickly as everyone’s heads swiveled you find the one and only Bradley Bradshaw. His confused expression would’ve made you laugh if you hadn’t been trying hard to keep him from finding you just yet. As it was, you sat on the bench, willing your throat to not dry. Payback had promised you he would film Bradley’s initial reaction, since you couldn’t see it from the piano, but you had to start playing.

Before the silence stretched too long, you did just that.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain,” you started, encouraged when you heard his bright laughter coming closer to you. “Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, oh what a thrill. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

Bradley slid onto the bench next to you, his voice joining yours after he kissed your cheek. The other pilots came over too, surrounding the piano, but you only seemed to notice the one pressed against your side. His voice was the loudest to cheer when you got all the runs in the interlude and again when you hit the last chords.

“Happy birthday, Roose,” you said in his ear when he pulled you into a hug.

“I really love you,” was his immediate reply.

“I love you too.” You paused to lift your hand from the keys. “And look, I’m not even shaking!”

He laughed brightly, slipping his fingers between yours so he could lift your hand to his lips.

“You’re gonna have to marry this one, man,” Payback said as he passed you on the way back to the pool table.

“Oh, I plan to.”

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codfanficedits · 4 months

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Christmas - Full version.

Pairing: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader, John Price x Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader!

Summary: The boys during Christmas :)

Wordcount: 11,304 | Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: A little bit hinting to NSFW, I think? A lot of fluff :)

A/N: Merry Christmas (:

Kyle:

Kyle and you had been childhood friends, and eventually you moved to lovers, only to be downgraded to friends again, when he moved away to join the army. And those last years have been.. hectic, you joined the army yourself and Kyle had made it very clear he didn’t want to serve with you, so things had been awkward, on paper you were just friends. Kyle would always come back to you, during easter, during spring break, summer vacations, he would always know where to find you, only to never admit his actual feelings towards you. And you had gotten used to it, so much actually that you didn’t bat an eye when he was at your door for Christmas and you had used it to sweet talk him into making a snowman with you.

A frustrated growl leaves his lips as he adjusts his scarf against the cold. Kyle always tried to play that hardened soldier, just like he had been taught. But he may be grumpy, but his heart is in the right place—he'll help you build your snowman.

With is a slight spring in your step as you finally convinced him to build that snowman with you. Your hair sways with every step as you drag him along with you to the open field.

The cold air numbs your face, but you don't care in the slightest. You turn around to face Kyle, your eyes sparkling as you see him. Your hand reaches out to tug on his scarf, making sure it keeps him warm enough. "Can't have you catching a cold." You whispered, before you kissed his nose, with a quick spin you face the open field, ready to build your snowman.

Kyle's jaw stiffens at your playful touch, your kiss sending a shiver down his spine despite the cold. He mutters an irritable retort, but the heat rushing to his cheeks proves otherwise. You make him so soft—so vulnerable and so damn happy.

He shakes his head slightly in annoyance, then turns his gaze ahead. Just focus on the snowman, he thinks to himself. Don't let them see how much you're enjoying this.

Your hands are cold when you has finally rolled enough snow for the lower abdomen, but it’s okay. Simple, soft things like this make you forget about the world, about being a soldier, about pain, and you wouldn't trade it for the world. You can see him watch you, an annoyed look on his face, half of it being tucked away in the scarf. But you know he would've left already if he truly hated it. You tried to lift the ball of snow for the middle section, so you can put it on the lower section. But you aren’t strong enough. So you shoots Kyle a pleading look. "Can you help me, please?"

His heart squeezes at the look in your eyes — how could he say no? And, if he's being totally honest with himself, he likes you being dependent on him for a change.

So he leans down and effortlessly lifts the section of the snowman, putting it on top of the lower abdomen. "There." He says in a firm, quiet tone — which isn't quite as firm as it's supposed to be, given his heart racing and cheeks blooming to pink. He straightens up, avoiding your eyes.

You watch in awe as he effortlessly lifts up the section you couldn't carry. The same spring in your step as you scoop up the snow for the head, packing it until it is big enough. With a lot of effort you manage to put it on top of the other sections yourself. And you take a step back, hands on your hips as you admired your work.

You take a carrot out of your pocket, sticking it in the middle of the snowman’s face to give it a nose. You take two rocks out of your other pocket, to give it two eyes. And finally you take off your scarf, the cold wind hitting your bare neck as you put the scarf around the snowman.

"Done." You exclaimed happily

His gaze remains on the ground as you complete the snowman, his heart thrumming in his ears. But he can feel your eyes on him, and he knows you want to see his reaction.

Finally, he glances up.

The snowman is goofy and imperfect — just like every other snowman. Yet the sight of it melts his heart and makes his mind turn into a fuzzy puddle of admiration for you.

He's too overwhelmed to speak, so he settles for a soft grunt. "He's...he's perfect."

The spring in your step stays as you walks over to him. "A work of art." You chuckled.

"Couldn't have done it without you, Kyle. I owe you one." You said as you looked up at him.

Your hands are freezing and a mischievous twinkle forms in your eyes. "I'm so sorry for what I am about to do." You giggled as you hugged him, your cold hands sliding under his shirt on to his warm back.

“Jezus!”

He stiffens at the touch of your freezing hands, his shirt rippling with goosebumps. Yet, he finds his body moulding to yours, reluctant to let go of this moment — reluctant to let go of this warmth.

There is a fire in his belly as his heart thunders. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the nape of your neck; breathing in your scent, feeling your heartbeat against his chest. He hates this. He loves this. He is torn in two.

"I said sorry on forehand!" You defend yourself with a laugh as he buries his face in your neck. It was a cheap trick but you were happy that you did it. Your hands move higher up his back, needing the touch of his warm skin once more.

A groan escapes his lips when your hands move up his back, and his embrace tightens.

"I swear to god. You're gonna kill me." This is torture. But the way you tease him, the way you look at him — it drives him wild.

He hates it.

He loves it.

But he doesn't want to admit it.

A quick kiss on his cheek as you pull your hand away from his body, slipping out from under his shirt. There is a big smile on your face, dimples forming on your cheeks.

"Thank you." You murmured. "Let’s go inside before I have to warm my hands again."

His face is hot, his body buzzing with the aftershock of the rush. He hates feeling so weak, so vulnerable, in your presence. But he follows silently. Reluctantly. He is always reluctant to leave the warmth of your touch.

“Why do I put up with you?" He groans. But his voice is teasing — an admittance of defeat and attraction.

You have his sleeve in your hand, leading the two of you back to the house. "Because I make a good snowman and a killer hot chocolate." You answer his question before you stick out your tongue.

Once you’re inside you take off your jacket before you turn to Kyle, there is a soft smile when you take his scarf off, that same soft smile stays when you slowly pulls down the zipper on his jacket.

He watches you with amusement — his expression softening at your teasing. Yet, his body still tenses when you touch his skin.

His heartbeat quickens when you peel away his jacket, your fingers grazing over his muscular body. He grits his teeth. How is it possible he still feels like a blushing teen?

This is torture, he thinks. I love it.

Your touch is sweet and soft when you help him out of his jacket. You knows he isn't gentle to himself, so you make sure to be it for him. Your hand cups his cheek, your thumb running across the skin as you smile again.

You have to stand on your toes to kiss him, and your kiss is sweet and soft.

A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you pull back and disappeared into the kitchen to make that hot chocolate

A low groan escapes his lips when your soft lips brush against his. His hand reaches out to cradle the back of your head — to pull your body closer, pressing you against the wall.

Yet, as he looks down at you, his muscles go tense and he releases his grip. You deserve better. Someone kinder, sweeter. Not a monster who can't keep his own life in check. Your adorable chuckle fills the room as you scurry away, and the warmth in Kyle's heart is overwhelming.

He wants to kiss you.

And he hates that he wants to kiss you.

You know. You know his internal struggle, the fight he has with himself. How he wants you, but doesn't feel like he deserves you. So you’ve been dancing around each other for years now. He pulls you in, shuts you out. And the same thing repeats itself.

But you can't fight this battle for him. It’s his to do. The only thing You can do is be there for him, and remind him that you are waiting for him.

A soft hum escaped you when you stir the milk on the furnace, patiently waiting until you can add the chocolate

A part of him desperately wants you to win this stupid game. To tear him apart, destroy his walls. But how dare you make him crave it so much?

So, for now, he allows you this game of cat and mouse.

He leans against the wall, his eyes on your back as he takes in the familiar curve of your body. There is nothing he wants more than to pin you up against the wall and bury his lips in your soft, inviting neck.

...maybe just one taste would suffice.

You can feel his burning gaze on you, you knows that look all too well, the love, the longing. Not that he ever acts on it though, no God forbid the great Kyle Garrick would succumb to human urges.

You keeps on stirring the milk, waiting for it to boil, it takes long, you can't put it on a high heat, but you are patient, just like you are patient with him. But who said you can’t have a little fun? Your head tilts to the side, the soft skin exposed, just for him to see.

His jaw stiffens as he takes in the beautiful sight. And damn it all, you know it gets to him. You know how much it drives him wild.

But he wants you to keep going — keep teasing him with soft touches, cute giggles, and that damn seductive skin. He closes his eyes, breathing in your scent like a starving man. What would you taste like? He wonders.

His eyes flicker open and he looks back down at the floor. You're playing dangerous games,

Another soft hum leaves your lips as the milk starts to boil, and you add the chocolate, while you keep stirring. You knows how hard he is struggling behind you, how hard he is fighting to accept the love you both crave so much.

Your gaze shifts to the snowman you had built, and a soft smile tugs around your lips.

He watches with a soft smile as your eyes move to the snowman. He still wants to kiss your neck. I mean, who wouldn't want to kiss someone's neck? Especially someone with such silky-smooth skin.

Oh, you. If only he was strong enough to make his desires come into reality. Then he could finally taste your neck, your lips, your hair...your everything.

What would you taste like?

...he catches himself thinking about the flavour of your lips. Is it bad that he'd really like to find out? But he knows how you taste, he has tasted you before. Yet he seems to have forgotten the taste, desperately craving it again.

It feels as if you are on display with the way he looks at your every move. But he is the only one who you allowed to look at your like that. Any other man would've received a scolding of their lifetime.

You transfer the hot chocolate to two mugs and top it off with some whipped cream.

You turn around to face him, your eyes shifting from the hot chocolate towards him, a silent invite for him to come closer and pick that mug up.

His breath catches in his throat at your silent invitation. He takes one step closer, but no more than that. His body is burning with longing, but he has to show restraint. Otherwise he would lose himself in your eyes, your skin, your lips — and he'd never recover.

He grabs his mug of hot chocolate with trembling fingers as he stares at the steaming liquid. He is not allowed to look up at you. Not allowed to speak. Not allowed to touch you.

He's not allowed anything but to exist.

You watch him, like he had watched you.

Your eyes are on him as you take the first sip of your hot chocolate, and it tastes pretty damn good. A smile as you sees him take a sip, closing his eyes as he savours the taste, a soft chuckle from you as he gets some whipped cream on his nose.

You take the mug from his hands, placing it on the counter, before you use your thumb to wipe away the whipped cream.

It’s your turn to be surprised when he takes your wrist and gently licks the whipped cream of your thumb

A low growl escapes his lips as he licks your thumb — his tongue moving around like it's searching, desperate, needful.

And oh, it reminds him of the taste of your neck, the softness of your mouth. He is utterly addicted to your taste. God.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, resisting the urge to lean in to bite your neck.

"Sorry about that."

The air between you is thick with desire, and the tension is almost tangible.

You had never felt something like that before, and you wanted more. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched him.

"Kyle." You croaked as you gripped the counter to keep your touch on reality. "I'll go fucking insane if you don't kiss me."

His heart is racing from the sheer rush of your words. There is a fire in his gaze as he studies your features.

He wants to kiss you. God, does he want to kiss you.

He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with it.

"You... do you really want me to kiss you?"

The words are harsh, his tone sharp, but he needs to know that you truly want him. Otherwise he could never justify what he's about to do. He can’t dance around you any longer.

You don’t mind the sharp tone. You were used to it by now, your years long dance around each other.

God all you wanted was a kiss, all you wanted was his love. All you wanted was him. With all his flaws, with all quirks, all of him. "Love me." You whispered

His body tenses at your words — a sharp pain piercing his heart.

All he wants is to be loved. But he wasn't taught to let someone in. To be happy. He was never allowed to be weak. But that's all he is now. Weak. For your love, for your kindness, your touch... And he hates being weak.

Your whisper breaks his heart, but he can't deny what he feels. He wants it. He wants you.

"I love you. More than anything."

Your hands reach out for his, pulling him closer to your, so he towers over you.

"I love you too, Kyle." You answered. "I've loved you since the beginning."

"And whatever your mind tells you, you're not weak for loving me."

Those words are like water in the desert for Kyle's parched heart. He takes a deep breath as he gazes into your eyes. He loves you. Even when you're a cheeky little devil, even when you're driving him crazy, even when he thinks he is doomed to a lonely existence.

You're it for him. You. You're it for him.

His body shakes with need. He is going to finally put this years-long dance to an end.

He leans in and kisses your lips with an almost violent passion.

Your hands find their way to his neck, as if you want to keep him there forever.

He had finally given in and you couldn't be happier. But you had to pull back, you had to breathe, but you smile when you see his face.

"I fucking love you, Kyle."

He smiles down at you, his body buzzing as his hands gently cup your face. There is still a hint of restraint — as if he doesn't want to scare your away by being too much, too quick.

But there is no restraining the heat he feels when he looks into your eyes. "I love you."

He kisses you again, the hunger of years finally being sated. This is better than anything he could have imagined.

He holds you tighter, needing you like he needs air to breathe. His very soul is aching. Simon had been wrong. Simon had taught him that love and friendship shouldn’t be in the field manual. But love never felt better.

Simon:

He used to hate the holidays, but by the Gods did that change when he met you. You felt like a gift from the heavens above, slowly introducing him to the warmth that could be, and for the first time since years, did Simon start to love the holidays.

Unfortunately, does the army wait for no one. And right before he was supposed to be home, he got sent on a mission again, leaving him without a way to communicate with you.

Luckely for him, it was a short, easy mission, leaving him with some spare time to buy you something before he got back. He always adored giving you things. A little way of marking you as his, making it known to others that you were off the market.

He was a little too eager when he swung open the door of your house, kicking off his boots almost immediately.

"Hi, lovie," he mumbled exhausted. One of his hands slipped into his pocket, pulling out a small, black box. "Early present for you."

You had not expected him to be home again, you was more worried that he was killed in action, and there he was, exhausted as could be, but alive.

"Oh lovie." You sighed as you hugged him tight, burying your face in the crook of his neck, a content sigh leaving your lips.

You pulled back to look at him, a smile on your face, your hair tickling his arm. You took the little box from him, opening it eagerly.

"Simon!" You had been eyeing this ankle bracelet for a while, and he must've known it. "This must've costed you a fortune!" You exclaimed, seeing it had this initial on it, a little S dangling off it.

He hugged back with a groan, wrapping his arms around your tightly. The love he felt for his person was unmatched by anyone or anything. No matter how hard things got, these rare moments of comfort made his entire being come back to life and feel like things were going to be okay. You made his heart race in ways you'd never know.

"I'm here." He whispered in your ear, a low sigh escaping his lips before he kissed your forehead. He was relieved you wasn't annoyed with his sudden, early return. “It didn’t cost a fortune.” He groaned. “It will look nice when your ankles rest on my shoulders.” He chuckled.

"I'm so glad you are." You murmured softly when he kissed your forehead. "I was so worried something had happened."

You pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Do you want to stay in for Christmas? Or do you want to go to a dinner party or something?" You knew how much he valued his time, so you would gladly give him the choice.

Another low sigh escaped his lips as you kissed his cheek, his tired body leaning into the light affection you gave him. He let his eyes close for a moment but opened them when you asked a question.

He considered the options. "I'm pretty tired, honestly," he mumbled, leaning his head against yours. He wanted nothing more than to simply feel your presence by him.

"Then we're staying at home." You smiled. "I haven't seen you in a few months. And I would rather be with you than anywhere else."

"I can run you a bath, when it is Christmas I'll make some dinner." You mused. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

That was his ideal Christmas holiday. Spend it comfortably with his partner. No parties, no socializing with people you didn't know.

"That's perfect," he mumbled. A bath would feel great right now; his bones felt like they were going to break as soon as he let his guard down. "You can spoil me for the day," he said, his face lighting up now that he knew you’d be staying home.

"You would like that, wouldn't you." You teased him. You gave him a playful slap on his ass. "Let’s get your stinky ass in a bath." You grinned, as you kissed his cheek again.

You walked in front of him, placing the ankle bracelet on your nightstand before you went to the bathroom with him, it was a gorgeous gift, and you loved how he paid attention to what you wanted.

Simon laughed softly when you gave his ass that playful slap, his muscles clenching from the unexpected touch. It might not seem like much to others, but those little acts of affection were everything to him.

He followed behind, his steps slower than usual. Exhaustion weighed down his body, making him feel almost drunk. His muscles ached in the worst way possible. However, the bath was everything he needed to fix that.

"I hate to ask...can you help me wash?" He couldn't help but ask, the weariness showing itself in his voice.

You loved it, and he wouldn't know how happy it was making you, Simon always wanted to care for you, for others.

"Of course, lovie." You said with a smile, as you helped him undress.

You could see how tired he was, exhaustion from being a soldier oozing out of him. He leaned on you, and you knew this was all he needed.

It was almost ironic how he, a man of his physique and stature, was relying on his partner to help him with a simple, everyday task. It was almost funny how he was acting so pitiful; the man who usually carried the team's equipment was now having his clothes stripped from him.

Still, the simple act of you helping him made him feel closer to you and made him feel taken care of. It almost put tears in his eyes, but he was too tired to display such emotion. All he could do was lean against you and simply let you do your thing.

You didn't mind, not at all, you had leaned on him plenty of times, and you loved that you could return the favour.

You rinsed him first under the shower, getting rid of most of the dirt and grime, before you guided him to the bathtub. You let it fill up with warm water, before you leaned in to kiss him, helping him step into the water.

"There ya go."

Simon sighed contently as he felt the warm water against his skin, his muscles no longer hurting quite as badly as they were. The stress and tension just melted away. He let his eyes close again, leaning against you. You were doing him such an act of kindness. He hadn't been this relaxed in so long, the last few months being nothing but an endurance test.

"I could kiss you so many times right now," he mumbled with fatigue, his voice raspy and low from disuse.

"You're too tired to kiss me." You teased him. You took some shampoo, your shampoo, the nice, expensive one, and you lathered it in your hands. You took place behind him, softly massaging his scalp with the shampoo.

"I'm too tired to function right now," he groaned. Still, that didn't stop his body from reacting to your touch. Your hands felt like they were melting away all of the tension in his muscles, the scent of the shampoo being a bonus.

It wasn't long before his eyes closed and his breathing slowed, the last few drops of adrenaline leaving his body as he relaxed completely. It always baffled him how you made things so easy and simple, taking care of him and making his life better than it had ever been.

You used the shower head to rinse out the shampoo from his hair.

After that, you used your bodywash to lather your hands again, softly massaging his shoulders with the soap. Any other day you would’ve joined him, teased him in the bath until he dragged you to the bedroom. But you could see he was too tired, too exhausted and he needed a break.

"I love you." You whispered softly.

Simon let out a relaxing moan when you massaged his shoulders, the tension leaving his body more with each slow touch. He almost couldn't believe he was still on earth. Things were going too perfectly.

"I love you too," he murmured, and that was the truth. It was no longer butterflies in his stomach when he was by your side. Now it was warmth, security, and a sense of overwhelming belongingness.

It had been the same for you. You didn't get butterflies when you saw him, unless he was all dressed up, or bone naked, but he made you feel at home, he made you feel like you belonged in the world.

You work your thumbs into the tired muscles of your lover.

"Nearly done, my love." You murmured softly. "I'll dry you off once we're done."

Your touch felt like a comforting, calming blanket being draped over him. Every ounce of stress and tension was releasing. It was like being back in your arms after a long day, his body getting the much needed attention it deserved. He was already ready to nap once this was over.

"Thank you..." He mumbled, feeling like he should be doing more in this relationship, rather than simply accepting your care and love. Oh but he was doing so much more than he gave himself credit for. He loved you unconditionally and that was the best thing he could do.

You emptied the bath, helping him getting out of the tub, after that you took the fluffiest towel you could find, slowly drying him off.

"Let’s get you to bed, Si."

Simon smiled and closed his eyes again, appreciating how the towel felt against him. It was so soft and warm. Like a hug.

"I'm not being too demanding, am I?" He mumbled softly. The last thing he wanted to do was be a handful to take care of. But with how exhausted he was, it was hard not to melt into the towel and simply relax.

"Demanding?" You repeated. "You're anything but demanding."

A soft kiss is pressed on his chest. "I would do anything for you. This is nothing." You reassured him.

You took his hand, guiding him and his naked body to your bedroom.

You took off your jeans and socks before you got into bed yourself, and before you could say or do anything he was between your legs, his arms around your waist, his head resting on your lap.

Simon's mind went fuzzy at your reassurance and affection. Was he really this loved? Could he have done anything worthy of such unwavering devotion?

He was the one who should have been doing more for you, not the other way around. Yet you still took care of him, took care of everything. Even when he was acting so pitiful and incapable of doing the simplest tasks.

His body reacted appropriately to your warmth; his arms wrapped around your, his muscles tightening as he clung to you.

You took your book from the nightstand, running your free hand through his hair as you let out a content sigh. He was home, and that was all you could ask for.

“What are you reading?” Simon muttered softly, while he tried to keep his eyes open. “Haunting Adeline, it is quite good.”

Simon perks up. “Are you out of your mi-“ He chuckles when he sees a different cover and he let’s himself sink into your lap again. “I nearly went off on you, you idiot.” He scolded you, lovingly of course.

“How do you even know it?” You muse, your hand running through his hair again.

Simon closes his eyes once more. “Soap bought it to impress a woman he had been dating. The idiot read it out loud to us, before we would go to sleep. He tossed it out really quick when we realised it was glorifying sexual assault and Zade was nothing more than a rapist.”

“Soap did good with that one.” You chuckle. “Tried to read it, had to put it down because I was so disturbed.”

“Hmm.” Simon mumbles as he feels the sleep wash over him. “Tonight I want you to read for me.”

"Merry early Christmas, lovie." You whispered, not sure if he would hear you. "Couldn't wish for a better gift."

The heat of your body was so blissful. The comfort that came from just lying with you was unlike any other experience Simon had ever had. When you were close like this, in a bed, he had no urge to protect his surroundings. He was at ease, his heart beating slower from the sheer joy he felt.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered back, drifting into the most restful sleep he's had in months.

John:

You don’t really know how it had happened, but it just happened. Instead of two eggs, you used four, you know, so then the carton would be empty, John would be bringing home new eggs anyway. And all you had to do was add double flour, extra butter, and a whole lot of chocolate chips, and somehow you ended up with sixty-six cookies. Well, sixty-five, since you had to taste one. You triple check the recipe you used, and sure, after you’ve read the author’s life story, it says clearly that is a recipe for just fifteen cookies, and you’re still not sure how you ended up with sixty-five after doubling your ingredients.

You look at your countertops, it’s filled with baking sheets full of cookies. Which wouldn’t be such a hassle, if the cookies would be the only thing you had baked. On your right are countertops filled with chocolate cupcakes, topped off with a buttercream of vanilla and some chopped up walnuts, and to your left there were blueberry muffins with a cream cheese drizzle. Your eyes shift to the clock, knowing that John will be home soon, and you let out a sigh. Who would let a stressed out person who likes to bake loose in a kitchen anyway?

Your hand reaches for your phone and you look up the number for the homeless shelter not too far away. You and John had donated to them a few times before, and what would be a better use for all these sweets that you had baked?

The lady who answers the phone is a little weary at first, and you can’t blame her, how many people treat the homeless shelter as their personal dumpster, dropping off spoiled food, dropping off food laced with who knows what. She asks you to identify yourself when you drop the goods, and you have to sign a weaver. It all sounds fair to you. Just as you end the call, you can hear the front door slam close.

John

With a loud groan he enters the kitchen, his eyes lighting up when he sees all those bakes goods. Was that the reason your shopping list was so long?

"Sweet baby Jezus." He complains, setting the heavy bags down on the counter. “Is this just for me?” He teases as he reaches out to the cookies. “Hey!” He protests when you swat his hand away. His joyful attitude wiped away the peace and quiet you had yourself surrounded in.

Your eyes flickered between the cookies, and the cupcakes you had been baking. "Maybe I did go a little overboard." You giggled. "A little?" he chuckles as he catches sight of the mountain of baked goods. All of that looks like it had to have taken you ages to make! He has to wonder who could eat that many sweets. Maybe he could help you get rid of them.

His arms snake around your waist and he presses a kiss on your forehead. “What’s on your mind, love?” Your shoulders slump at his question. “Just a little stress.” You mumble at his question. John doesn’t buy it. “You’ve been baking enough to feed a whole army, something is bothering you.”

“Just a little nervous to see my mom again.” You mutter eventually, there would be no use in hiding this from him anyway. John chuckled softly at your words. “Is she nagging about grandkids again?”

“Mhm, while calling me fat in the same conversation.”

He kisses your forehead again, his lips lingering against your skin. “We’re not going.” You want to look up at him, but he keeps your face in place with his kiss. “What?” “I refuse to let you ruin your own Christmas because your mother can’t shut up. We’ve told her countless times that our decision on children is not up to her to intervene with.”

“Yeah but what if…” Your voice trails off, you know your mother wouldn’t take lightly to this news.

“I can talk to her.” John muses, as he looks at you. “You are the love of my life, I’ll be damned if I let your mother make you miserable, just because she refuses to go to therapy.”

You gave him a quick peck on his lips. "Thank you lovie." The idea of not seeing your mother for Christmas gave you some room to breathe, maybe a year without judgement would do you good.

His hands go to your waist again, squeezing you softly as he pulls you in closer. "You're welcome, love," he whispers softly. "You look really beautiful. More so than usual."

Your arms go around his neck, and you kiss him softly, a smile on his face when he looks at the baked goods again.

"I want to drop a few off at the homeless shelter." You whisper against his lips. "Want to help me?" You ask him. "I'll let you eat a cupcake first."

"If I do help, am I allowed to sample one of your cupcakes beforehand?" he asks, a playful, mischievous glint in his eyes. While he jokes, he knows those cupcakes of you are to die for. Even having one before helping you deliver the rest would be enough to make this a grand day.

"Please? Just one?"

"How can I say no to you?" You chuckled softly. "I have chocolate ones, with a buttercream of vanilla and walnuts. Or blueberry with a cream cheese drizzle." You mentioned.

"Which one would you like, love?" You asked him, turning around to the cupcakes. He is completely torn over which one to choose, and the more he debates it, the harder it is for him to pick. "Do I pick the chocolate? Or the blueberry? Hmmmmmm..."

He glances back at you, unable to hide the adoration in his eyes. "You know what? I like surprises. Surprise me." And to really make you work for it, he kisses you again, stealing one last taste before it's time to choose.

Your eyes light up and you grin. "Close your eyes!" You order him. He closes his eyes as you say, eager to see if he can guess which is which without seeing.

You take a chocolate cupcake, the blueberry cupcake and your cinnamon sugar cookie.

You smile as he closes his eyes, and you can't help but kiss him. You place a small piece of the blueberry cupcake in his mouth. "Guess which one this is."

Once it's in his mouth, it's clear that it is most definitely the blueberry cupcake. There's no mistaking that flavour of blueberry and cream cheese.

"Blueberry," he answers confidently. And he opens his eyes to see you grinning triumphantly.

"Correct." You chuckled, before you placed a piece of her cinnamon sugar cookie between his lips. "Guess again!" You giggled before you pressed a kiss on his jawline. "If you guess all three right." You whispered in his ear. "I'll go on top tonight."

"Cinnamon sugar? It has to be that delicious cookie. But if I'm wrong, then I'll never hear the end of it." And he takes a bite, revelling at the sweetness of the dough. "This is absolutely incredible," he smiles.

At what you mention next, his eyes snap wide open. Not even a millisecond of hesitation passes by before an excited "YES!" crosses his lips. "Okay, the next one has to be chocolate. There's no way that's anything but chocolate."

You laugh at his enthusiasm. "There is only one flavour left and that is chocolate.” You chuckle, as you feed him the piece of chocolate cupcake. “So it seems I’ll put in the work tonight.”

"Let’s drop off these cookies and cupcakes at the homeless shelter. And when we get home, I'll show you why I should be on the nice list." You added with a soft chuckle.

"I can't wait," he whispers, leaning in for another kiss. "But first, I'll be a good boy for you."

"And I really can't emphasize how much I love you for making all of these for that shelter," he chuckles. "They deserve the best Christmas possible. And these, I can assure you, are the best." He gives you an affectionate squeeze, before grabbing your hand to head towards the door together.

"Being with you has made me realize how lucky I truly am." You smiled. "And I hope these cupcakes bring a little bit of hope to other too." You added, as you brought the cupcakes and cookies to the car. You took place in the passenger seat. "Drive carefully please." You pleaded.

"Yeah, lucky is definitely the word to describe it," he teases with a smirk. "I think it'll do more than that," he replies. He knows how big of an impact your delicious baking has had on him, and he has no doubt it will be equally as meaningful to them.

At your concern, he nods. "You know I'm not some speed racer, love," he chuckles, turning the car on and beginning your trip.

You pressed a kiss on his cheek before you puts your seatbelt on. "You're a delight." You chuckled softly. "I am so happy you were granted leave for the holidays, John."

"It has been a while since we celebrated Christmas together, and I'm looking forward to it." You add quietly.

The kiss warms his cheek, the sensation of your lips on him bringing an easy smile to his face. "You know I've missed you desperately, love," he whispers back, his attention turned to the road in front of him. "I've been counting the seconds until I had you back in my arms again. You'll never know how much I look forward to being with you on Christmas."

The smile on his face grows as the two of you ride along together. There's something heartwarming and magical about spending the season with the one you truly love.

Of course you had missed him too, more than he would ever know.

You get excited when you arrive at the shelter, and you get out of car, making sure to get to the person who you talked to on the phone. You bring them the cupcakes and cookies before, showing them your ID and signing the weaver. It doesn’t need to be bombastic, you don’t need the praise, you just want to do a little something for others.

"Let’s get back to home, love." You said, as you got in to the car again, before you pressed a kiss on his lips.

Seeing you get excited is always endearing. The way your eyes light up with joy never fails to captivate him. And your eagerness to help those in need is one of the many qualities he loves about you. He wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a comforting squeeze.

"Yes, yes. Let's go home. I can't wait to snuggle up with you again," he says with a smile. And he begins to drive home—where you both belong, where this Christmas season is meant to be spent.

You had missed him, you knew what you got yourself in to when you married a soldier, but it was hard at times. Having him home for Christmas really was a delight.

"I have a good Christmas present for you this year." You hummed content. "I'm really sure you'll like it." You watch the Christmas decorations when you pass the houses in the neighbourhood, and you adore it.

His curiosity is piqued. "I'll like it, you say?" he asks with a wry smile. "Why do I get the feeling you enjoy watching me squirm in anticipation?"

He doesn't mind the torture. In fact, he loves it. It makes the big reveal that much more special. "I have something for you, too, love," he says in turn. "I put quite a bit of thought into it." He winks as he turns the corner, heading towards the driveway.

Oh you love this, the anticipation, the giddy feeling it gives you. It had taken you a while, but you had managed to order his favourite cigars from Cuba. You had to keep it for yourself for so long now, and it made you feel like you could explode any moment.

"Come on!" You urged him as he parked the car. "I know it’s not Boxing Day yet, but i really want to give you your present."

He chuckles at the thought of your excitement.

"Alright, alright, you've won. We don't need to wait another day." With that, he helps you get out of the car. And now you both stand before the front door.

"Okay, love, you would need to wait a little more, I will have the stage first.” He smiles.

He is gentle as he drags you towards the tree. He had a whole day planned for this, but he can't wait any longer. So John goes down on one knee, holding your hand, a black velvet box in his other hand. "Would you do me the honour to renew our vows?"

The question catches you off guard, almost like a swift punch to the gut. Your mind, in the heat of the moment, flashes back through all the time you’ve spent together—all the beautiful memories you've made.

"John," you says softly, wrapping your arms around you in an embrace. "Of course I will."

With the words spoken, there's nothing he wants more than to feel your warm, loving embrace. You could be married a thousand more times, and it would never get old.

“I love you so much, and the time we have to spend apart only makes me realize it more." John whispered in to your ear. "And every day that's spent away from you is nothing but torture. I'm just glad I get to have you back this Christmas. I look forward to tonight and to the coming year."

Johnny:

He had planned it ahead, mustering up a little plan, a little prank. You had always said that you loved his playful nature. So he gathered up Price, Ghost and Gaz, dragging them along in his plan, so when you would reach out to them, they would all confirm his story.

Just the idea made him all giddy from the inside. Johnny could hardly contain himself when he finally called you, his fingers hovering over to text on the screen, your name, next to a little red heart. He almost caught himself giggling when he started to ring you, once, twice, a sudden nervous feeling, worried that you wouldn’t pick up.

But you always did, you always sprinted to your phone the moment you heard it vibrate, you would never miss the opportunity to have a conversation with him.

“Johnny!” The excitement in your voice made him smile, you picked up exactly how he had expected you to. He could already imagine you, hurrying to the couch, making yourself comfortable in the corner, grabbing the little fleece blanket to bury yourself under.

“Hiya love.” He answered, trying to keep his voice steady. But you weren’t born yesterday, you had trained yourself to pick up the littlest of verbal cues.

“Johnny? Is everything alright?” You were indeed sitting on the couch, tucked away in the corner, alone in your little bubble with him, separated, yet together. You had heard the stories, soldiers calling their partner to say a final goodbye, knowing they wouldn’t come home. Your breathing starts to quicken and you find yourself closing your eyes, trying to focus on the sounds around him, but you find it to be eerily quiet.

Johnny had to mute his phone for a second, holding back a little chuckle, it was all going according to plan. “Am fine, love, ‘m fine.” He tried to reassure you. “But I do have bad news.”

Those words were enough to make your blood run cold, to make it seem like the world had stopped spinning. You had wondered at night if being in a relationship with a soldier was something you were cut out for. Being alone most of the time, sometimes hearing nothing from him at all, for weeks at the time, being worried all the time whether or not he would make it out alive, it was slowly eating you from the inside. So you had been ecstatic when he told you he had Christmas off, the two of you had been invited to dinner parties, regular parties, to your family, to your friends, they all wanted to see him again, they wanted to see you shine again, but the feeling in your gut was telling you that would all be ripped away from you, again. Four more days until it would be Christmas eve, and he was supposed to come home tomorrow. You find the courage to swallow the lump in your throat. “What’s the bad news, Johnny?”

On the other side of the world was Johnny fucking MacTavish, a shit eating grin on his face as he looked at the ticket in his hand. “Afraid I can’t make it for Christmas, love.” And he had to pinch his thigh to make his voice sound strained. “I know you’ve been looking forward to it, but they need me here.”

You want to scream, to cry, to yell at him that you need him too, that you need him more than the army does. But you don’t, you stay silent, letting his words linger in the air of the room. You would be alone for Christmas, again.

“Love, are you alright?” Johnny had expected something from you, anything, anger, disappointment, sadness, just not silence.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice is a soft murmur, barely being heard. You’re the one who disconnects the call first, your lips pressed against the screen of your phone. Your screen immediately lights up again. His name and picture showing up, as if the universe is mocking you for your decision. But you’re tired and you can’t take it anymore.

The moment the screen dies down again, it doesn’t take another second for it to light up immediately again, and again, and again.

And on the other side of the world, is Johnny, frantically pacing around, this was not supposed to happen. It was supposed to go like the movies. You had to be a little pouty for the next day, and he would be on your doorstep. You would hug him, and all would be well.

But looking at his phone going to voicemail time after time, made him sick to his stomach. He had never thought losing you would even be an option in all this. After six times of trying to call you, he finally puts down his phone. Unsure of what he had to do now, of what he could do now.

He runs a hand through his mohawk. Fuck, oh fuck. The realisation of having fucked up this bad, hitting him once again. So he goes to the one person he would trust most with this, with you. His knuckles colliding with the door of his office, Johnny didn’t even wait for approval to come in.

“Captain. I fucked up.” The words left his lips before he could even close the door behind him. Price raised an eyebrow in return. “What happened?”

“I did my thing, called, said that I wouldn’t be able to come home, and I got broken up with.” The words leave Johnny’s lips, but he is having trouble believing them himself. “Well.” Price let out a quiet chuckle. “We did warn you this would happen, didn’t we?” Johnny’s face turns into a sour expression, he had been warned, by all his teammates, but that didn’t stop him from thinking it was an amazing idea anyway. “Well, yes.” Johnny grumbled. “Can you help me solve this mess?”

How could Price not? He had always been fond of you, you brought out the best in Johnny, and that was a quality not a lot of people possessed. “Listen closely.” Price warned him, placing his cigar in his ashtray. “You’re still going home and I need you to buy a large bouquet of roses.”

“Which colour?”

Price frowned, first of all, he did not liked to be interrupted, and secondly, was this man an idiot? “Red of course, the colour of love.” Price sighed. “And if you’re lucky enough to be let in, you’re going in for a hug, and don’t let go until you’re forgiven. Unless you’re puyoud away and asked to leave, gotta respect those boundaries.”

Okay, okay, Johnny could do that. He grumbled a low thanks, before he turned around on his heels and left the office again.

You let out an annoyed groan when a loud knock startled you, it was cold, it had been snowing, and you had been in the worst mood possible. After breaking up with Johnny you had cancelled all your plans, all the invites, you just wanted to be left alone. Another groan left your lips when the person standing at the door knocked again.

His eyes remain fixed on the front door, recalling the broken promise and sorrowful words he spoke to you over the phone a few days ago. He knocks twice on the door, wishing nothing more than to be welcomed home with the warmth of your embrace. With an annoyed look on your face you swung open your door. Your eyes widening when you saw your lover, he had made it home for Christmas.

"Johnny!" All the annoyance melted away from you when you wrapped your arms around him. Seeing him again, it made all your anger fade away, the disappointment, the sadness, everything seemed to glide off you when you saw him again, the feeling of dread being replaced with butterflies.

Johnny pulls you into a tight embrace, nuzzling his head into your shoulder while squeezing with all his might. A deep sigh escapes his lips as his eyelids flutter shut, savouring the moment of your soft embrace.

"Surprise," he mumbles, squeezing tighter and pulling his love closer. He nuzzles further into your neck, his nose buried in the crook of your shoulder. You can feel the rumble of his heart racing, his body shaking in the cold. His breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine.

You don’t want to let go, worried that it isn't real, that he isn't real. But you feel the rough fabric beneath your fingertips, you can feel his skin, his stubble.

His face gets peppered with soft little kisses. "You're really back," you murmured softly. You pulled him inside the hallway, closing the door behind him.

He feels your lips on his skin, pressing soft kisses over his face, his neck, his shoulders. Johnny's hand gently massages your back as you walk back inside the hallway.

Your love is deep, intense, and overwhelming, but you never fails to make him feel at ease. Like the cold snow falling outside has thawed him out. Like her heart is a beacon in a stormy night. Johnny holds you by your waist, nuzzling his face near your ear, whispering, "Just for the holidays, sweetheart. Then I have to go back."

"I know." You sighed softly. "But I don't want to think about that just yet." You watch as he takes off his coat and you takes over the flowers. "They're beautiful." You tell him with a smile.

"I'll put them in a vase." You said as you walked towards the kitchen.

Johnny follows right behind you, his thoughts occupied by your presence, your warmth, your sweet words. When the two of you enter the kitchen he watches you fill up the vase with water and cut the stems of the flowers. A content smile crosses your face as you you’re your time with the task.

Johnny leans on the counter next to you, his thoughts drifting to your radiant smile and your captivating eyes. A warm feeling fills his chest and he pulls you closer, embracing you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

Just having him there is enough. You adores how he waits patiently until you’re done tending to the flowers. You smile as he pulls you closer. "I've missed ya." You murmured softly.

"I got really pissed when you said you couldn't come." You say. “And I’m sorry for breaking up with you on the spot, but it really, really felt like the final straw.”

"Love, I'm sorry," Johnny whispers into your ear, his hand rubbing you back. "I shouldn't have said those things, I wanted to pull a little joke and I didn’t think about any of the consequences. I miss you... all the time."

He kisses your cheek gently. "You're the light of my life. You're the heart that keeps me going. I cannot imagine this world without you." Johnny's eyes are filled with love as he looks into your eyes. He takes your hand and places it near his heart.

You smile again when he placed your hand near his heart. It is not like you can stay mad at him anyway. You gave him a quick peck on his lips. "Out of spite I cancelled all my plans." You admitted with a sheepish smile. "So it’s just going to be the two of us for the holidays."

"Perfect," Johnny replies with a cheeky grin, his hand running through your hair and brushing the loose strands from your face. John's eyes sparkle when he looks at you, the smile playing on his lips. "Is this spite, or just a sweet way for you to have me all to yourself?" he jokes. "I love being with you. I love waking up next to you, coming back to you, holding you."

John takes both your hands and pulls you closer to him, planting soft kisses all over your face.

"Maybe both, maybe neither." You chuckled softly as you let him kiss you. "Thank you for coming back." You whispered against his lips. "Maybe we can stay in tonight, watch a movie, or two?"

Johnny's heart soars at your reply, you melt him with your every word. He presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment and savouring the feeling of your lips lingering on his. "Of course, sweetheart. We can do anything you wish. I'm all yours."

With his thumbs Johnny caresses your cheeks, tilting your face towards his. He stares deeply into your eyes, his lips gently brushing against yours, a tender kiss that makes his heart beat faster.

Oh his sweet words, his sweet gestures, they're enough to make you putty in his hands. "Can we watch The Grinch?" You asks him, your hands finding their way to his waist.

"Pretty please?"

"I'll even put up with the Grinch for you, sweetheart." Johnny replies, his tone playful and his eyes gleaming with love. "We can watch The Grinch, Home Alone, A Christmas Story... anything you want. As long as I get to spend time with you."

Johnny slides his hands down along your waist, his thumbs rubbing gently against your skin.

He leans in to whisper in your ear. "As long as I get to hear you whisper 'pretty please', I'm happy."

You could see it in his eyes. The moment you asked him 'pretty please.' He was a goner, and you loved having your man swoon over you.

"I didn't expect you to be home." You said. "So I didn't bother with fancy dinners or anything." You admitted with a sheepish smile.

"I have some frozen pizza and some leftover Chinese and that is about it."

"Pizza? Chinese food? Are you kidding? Love, you just described the best holiday meal." Johnny replies with a laugh.

"In fact, I was about to suggest we get a pizza or something. It's been a long day and I'm starving."

Johnny takes your hand and gently pulls you closer. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's eat before we watch our favourite movie. You can lean on me while we watch, get all cozy and warm. I have a feeling you'll fall asleep in my arm."

You sticks out your tongue to him. "I will not fall asleep in your arms." You protested, knowing full well it would probably happen.

"I'll put the pizza in the oven." You said, placing your hand on his neck. "Can you get the blankets from the bedroom?"

You smiled at him. "I want to get all cozy."

A mischievous smile crosses Johnny's face when he looks at you, your hand resting on his neck. "You... you know I can't say no to you," he murmurs. He plants a kiss on your forehead and heads into the bedroom, grabbing the softest blanket in the house.

"It's the perfect night for cuddles." he says to himself as he rushes back into the kitchen, a content sigh escaping his lips. Johnny wraps the soft blanket over your shoulders, rubbing your shoulders gently as you place the pizza in the oven.

You knew Johnny had always been one for physical contact and you adored him for it. You let him massage your shoulders as you set the timer for the pizza. "We have around fifteen minutes." You said, turning around to face him. "How has deployment been, love?"

Johnny slides his hands down your arms, stopping at your elbows where he rubs gentle circles into your skin.

When you turn around he studies your face, a content smile on his lips. He breathes in deeply, savouring your scent.

"Honestly, deployment has been rough. Tough days, tough missions. Not an easy job, being so far away from you... it breaks my heart." Johnny's voice is filled with an overwhelming sense of love and appreciation for you. Your soft smile is contagious and fills his heart with joy, despite all the struggles.

You press a soft kiss on his cheek, picking up on the subtle hints that he doesn't wish to talk about it.

"Since you've been gone, the next door neighbours have gotten a new dog." You said, switching the subject to something lighter. "It’s a cute little thing."

Johnny wraps his arms around you, placing your head on his shoulder. The stress of his recent assignments starts to melt away as he feels your soft hair on his neck and the faint scent of your body wash lingering in the air.

"A cute little thing? So it's just like you? " Johnny jokes. "Was it a good boy or a good girl?"

Johnny's smile is genuine and his tone is playful as he looks at you, his fingers gently moving across your hair in an absent-minded gesture.

You know what he is doing, using the subtle weight of your head to keep him in the present, to prevent the flashbacks, and you were more than happy to help.

"It’s a puppy, of course it’s a cute little thing." You chuckled. "It’s a good girl, her name is Macy and she is a German Shepherd." You said, describing your neighbour’s dog.

"I have already offered to watch her if they ever go away for a holiday or something."

"Macy. What a cute name for a shepherd." Johnny replies with a soft smile.

He's genuinely interested in the conversation, but his eyes wander to your soft complexion. Your skin seems to glow in the light, every pore on your face radiates beauty and innocence.

"I'm just afraid Macy might just adopt me and steal my heart away from you." He teases you.

"Come on, we got a pizza and a movie to enjoy. Then it's time to show a soldier like me what it means to become a Christmas couch potato."

You laughs softly at his impatience, the timer for the pizza had still a minute left. Johnny gets another peck on his cheek from you.

"Be a doll for me and light some candles in the living room for me." You mused as you handed him the blanket that he had draped over your shoulders.

"I'll be with you once the pizza is done."

Johnny nods and heads into the living room, putting the blanket onto the sofa and placing a few candles on the coffee table. He lights the candles with a match.

Johnny sits on the sofa, patting the plushy cushions and waiting for you. He pulls you close after a few moments, laying against your shoulder.

"Come on, sweetheart. No more waiting. Food!" he says with an overexcited tone. "I'm starving."

"Oh you're so impatient for a soldier!" You scold him playfully. You put on the movie, running one hand through his hair, a slice of pizza in your other hand. "Merry Christmas, love." You whispered softly.

Your scolding doesn't stop Johnny from taking a slice of pizza from your hand and taking a big bite out of it. He savours the flavours as he watches you put the movie on the TV.

"Merry Christmas to you too, sweetheart," he replies, his voice full of appreciation and warmth. Johnny wraps his arm around you and takes a few more bites of his pizza, while enjoying his time with his partner.

He can never quite get rid of the sensation of danger and stress, but as long as he's with you... he feels safe.

"My pizza!" You tried to protest when he takes your slice, but how can you scold him when he looks so innocent? "You're lucky I love you." You tried to grumble, but you ends up laughing instead. You take a bite of your pizza. "I've missed this."

"Mine!" he replies playfully, quickly taking another bite out of your slice and chewing as loudly as he can. Johnny's voice takes on a more serious tone as he turns to you. "You're my life. I've missed you more than you can ever imagine. Seeing you again, smelling you, hearing your voice again... that is heaven." Johnny takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on your beautiful face.

"You're the best Christmas gift I could've ever asked for, sweetheart."

"I haven't seen you in months and you just have to tease me." You complained, but it was hard to stay serious when you kept smiling.

You pressed a kiss on his hair. "Having you home is the best Christmas present I could have, my love."

"You, some pizza, the Grinch. I couldn't ask for more." You add with a smile. Johnny smiles back at you, a warm glow radiating from his face.

"Don't forget the blankets. They're an essential part of the experience. Plus, those cuddles I mentioned." Johnny jokes.

"All these months away from you have been so, so painful, my love. But now I'm home and nothing can take me away from you again."

He brushes your hair out of your face and places his hand on your chin. "We're going to do a marathon of all our favourite movies. And eat all the pizza we want."

"Oh I'm sorry for forgetting those essential parts." You teased him playfully, right before you kiss the thumb close to your lips. "That sounds like an amazing plan."

"You better not be forgetting them again." Johnny teases back, but his eyes soften.

His lips find yours and he kisses you softly, his hands gently caressing your hips and drawing you closer. A soft groan escapes his lips and he pulls back for a moment.

"Sorry, sweetheart. You just look too attractive to ignore," he whispers in a husky tone.

Johnny smiles, rubbing your cheek and caressing your back. "I want more cuddles. Let's watch that movie."

You lets out a soft laugh, the movie had been playing for a while now, but his attention has been on you. You places your head on his shoulder, snuggling against him. "You'll get all the cuddles you want."

Johnny smiles, wrapping the blankets around the two of them and hugging you closer against his chest. He leans back and puts his hands around your waist, enjoying the feeling of your warmth against his body.

He looks at the movie on the screen for a few moments and kisses you’re on the top of your head. "I'm sorry, my love. Are you paying attention to anything other than me?” He teases you and nuzzles your head, but looks back at the screen. He's seen the movie a million times but loves watching it again and again with you.

"Are you being jealous?" You teased him, as your eyes shifted from the movie to his face. A soft kiss is placed on his lips. "You're absolutely divine, Johnny." You sighed. "I'm glad you're home."

Johnny glances at you with a teasing smile and a sparkle in his eyes. "Jealous of your attention? Me? I may or may not be."

He shifts himself a little, so he's laying down completely. "Come here, sweetheart. I want to shower you with kisses."

Johnny's eyes flicker with a hint of mischief as he draws you in closer. "I'm glad I'm home too. Being away from you breaks me, sweetheart."

You had to lay on his chest, it would be cruel not to. You kisses his jawline, your kisses trailing up to his ear, your hands going to his chest. "I love you."

Johnny's face is flush and his breath is a little unsteady as you kissed him on his throat and jaw, nuzzled against his chest now.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he says. "You're my everything."

He presses his lips against your forehead and plants soft kisses all over your hair

"I just want to love you, forever."

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lucidxmamii · 19 days

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Yuji gets caught...pt 3

I may have gotten a little carried away...enjoy!

*Warnings* 18+, fem!reader, SMUT, pet names, unprotected sex

A week goes by and you get a text from Yuji about the video you and him made that he edited himself. As you receive the text from Yuji informing you of the new video, your heart skips a beat with excitement. You can't help but feel drawn to him, even though you know it's probably just sexual chemistry between you two. You quickly open the message and click on the link to the video, eager to see what kind of footage he captured this time. Biting your lip once you click play and see everything that happened unfold in your eyes becoming very horny again. Making you want to do more stuff with Yuji making you realize we haven’t felt each other since the first video craving for him inside me grows.

As you watch the video and see everything that happened, you can feel your body becoming aroused again. The sight of Yuji pleasuring you on camera is enough to make you want to do more things with him, especially since it's been a while since the first video. You can feel the cravings growing stronger within you, your desire for him building up until you can hardly stand it. You smirk to yourself on an idea that came to mind to send Yuji a nude picture. You pull out your phone and take a picture of you showing your boobs asking Yuji if these should be in the next video and press send feeling butterflies in my stomach waiting for a response.

Yuji receives the nude picture you sent him, his gaze immediately drawn to your gorgeous body. He feels his heart skip a beat at the sight of your breasts, feeling a strong desire to touch them. He grins at the message you included with the picture, feeling a sense of anticipation growing within him. “Oh yeah, those would definitely make the next video," He texts back, adding a winking emoji at the end to show that he's teasing you a bit. You smile big at the response feeling your heart flutter. You respond back “let me know when we can make the next video” with a winking face and press send.

Yuji feels a sense of excitement rising within him as he sees your response, knowing that you're interested in creating another video together. He quickly replies to your message, eager to start planning the next session. “I’ll let you know as soon as possible," He texts back, adding a tongue-out emoji to show that he's looking forward to it.

The next day and you receive a text from Yuji telling you to go to his place. As you receive the text from Yuji telling you to go to his place, your heart races with excitement. You quickly reply to his message, letting him know that you'll be there and feeling a sense of anticipation growing within you as you make your way to his place. You quickly get ready and head out to Yuji place, you get there and knock on his door. Yuji hears the knock at his door and grins to himself, knowing that you've arrived.

He quickly walks over and opens the door, revealing his shirtless body to you, "Hey there gorgeous," he says with a sly grin, gesturing for you to come in. "I've been ready for you." You laugh and respond, “Oh have you now?” you tease Yuji giggling as you walk in. Yuji chuckles at your teasing, feeling a sense of arousal building within him as you enter his house. He follows you in, closing the door behind him, and wraps his arms around your waist. “Oh yes, I've definitely been ready for you," he says with a smirk, pulling you closer to him. “So, what do you feel like doing today?"

You bite your lip looking at him, our faces close to each other feeling the sexual tension rising, “well what do you want to do next?” Yuji looks at you as your lips bite down on your bottom lip, feeling his own breath quicken at the sight of you. He chuckles at your suggestion, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Well," He says as he leans in closer to you, brushing his lips against your neck, “I think I want to do a lot of things... especially this." He runs his hand up your side, cupping your breast and squeezing it gently. “But I think what I really want to see is us together." You gasp as he squeezes your breast feeling yourself getting wet, “Do you have everything set up then?” you ask Yuji.

Yuji smirks as your gasp reaches his ear, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the effect he's having on you. He nods in response to your question, his hands still gripping your breast. "Yeah, everything's all set up," he says, trailing his fingers down your side and then back up again. "But we can always start with a few photoshoots if you're in the mood for some teasing." You nod your head yes to him, “of course” you whisper to him, breathing slightly heavy from the feeling of his hands on your body. Yuji grins in response to your whisper, feeling another wave of arousal rush through him. He leans in and presses his lips against your neck, his hands still caressing your breasts. "Let's get started then," He murmurs, moving his mouth up towards your ear. "I promise it's going to be a lot of fun."

With that Yuji let’s go of you and goes grab his camera and comes back over to you. You pull yourself together and start posing sexy as you slowly strip yourself of your clothes as Yuji takes pictures. Yuji watches you with lust in his eyes as you start to pose for him, feeling his excitement growing with every image he captures with his camera. He directs you with a few gentle words, tweaking your poses and coaxing out your natural sensuality. As you start to strip off your clothes, he can feel his heart racing, his breath coming faster as he gazes upon your naked form. He takes shot after shot, capturing every angle of your body, the camera clicking rhythmically as he moves around you.

You are down to your underwear with your breast expose while you are on your knees in front of Yuji’s crotch. Your face pressed against Yuji’s clothed dick as Yuji is sitting down, you are smiling up at the camera. Yuji watches as you get down on your knees in front of him, feeling his heart race as he anticipates what's about to happen. With a smirk on his face, he looks up at the camera, snapping a shot of your exposed breasts and your face pressed against his crotch. "Yeah, that's it," He murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. "Keep looking at the camera, just like that baby.”

You bite your lip looking up at Yuji as you raise your head up and grab Yuji’s hand that he’s petting me with and place it around your neck for him to choke you as he takes the picture before he loses control to keep focus. Yuji takes the picture as you grab his hand and place it around your neck, feeling his own excitement building at the sight of you submitting to him. He tightens his grip slightly, his other hand still holding the camera steady as he captures the raw intensity between you. His breath quickens as he gazes upon you, his own arousal growing almost too strong for him to control. "Fuck," He murmurs, the word coming out as a growl.

You smile sweetly as you turn Yuji’s hand over to your chin and place his thumb on your tongue and wait for Yuji to take the photo hearing a gulp from him once he takes the photo you then sucked on his thumb. Yuji feels his breath catch in his throat as you turn his hand over to your chin, the sight of you sucking on his thumb causing his arousal to spike even higher. He snaps the photo quickly, his fingers shaking slightly on the camera as he tries to keep steady. When you suck on his thumb, he lets out a low moan, feeling himself growing almost too hard to bear.

As you release his thumb, he pulls you up into his lap, pressing his lips against yours in a fierce kiss. His hands roam over your body, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss.

Yuji feels himself growing even harder as you moan into the kiss, your fingers running through his hair. He deepens the kiss even further, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He presses his body against yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. His hands rove over your back, tracing the curves of your body as he pulls you in even tighter. Yuji moans into the kiss as he feels you grind against him, feeling his arousal reaching its peak. He presses his hips up against yours, rubbing himself against you as he kisses you harder. "God, you feel so good" He breathes out between kisses, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I want you so badly baby..." You tell him, “Go set up the camera then and press record” you say in between kisses breathing heavily grinding into him harder.

Yuji nods in response to your instructions, feeling his heart race at the thought of what's about to happen. He pulls away from the kiss reluctantly, taking a moment to catch his breath before he reaches for the camera. He sets it up on a stand opposite you, making sure to position it to capture every moment of the action. When everything is ready, he presses the record button, the camera whirring to life and flashing a red light at the top. Turning back to you, he pulls you close, his lips meeting yours once again as the heat between you builds even higher.

As you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, Yuji feels his heart skip a beat with excitement. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours as he presses his body against yours. He reaches down to stroke your inner thighs, teasing you with gentle touches that grow more intense with each passing moment. His hands run up and down your body, caressing every curve and exploring you in ways that leave you feeling breathless and deeply aroused. You reach down to unbutton Yuji’s pants and pull them down along with his underwear revealing his huge thick cock and drooled at the sight of him completely naked in front of you.

Yuji watches as you unbutton his pants and pull them down, revealing his hard, thick cock. He moans softly as he feels your gaze on him, his own arousal growing even more intense.

Reaching down to help you, he lifts his hips up, allowing you to slide his pants and underwear all the way off. His cock springs free, fully erect and throbbing with need. With a wicked grin on his face, he reaches for your hair, pulling you in toward his cock. "Go ahead," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Take it in your mouth baby." You look up at him as you grab his cock and bring it to your mouth and take him inside your mouth sucking on him taking him deep.

Yuji moans softly as he feels your mouth engulfing his cock, your warm lips sending shivers down his spine. He leans back slightly, letting out a deep groan of pleasure as you take him even deeper. His hands run through your hair, guiding your movements as you continue to suck on him. The intensity of the sensation is almost too much for him to bear, and he feels himself getting close to the edge. "Come here baby," he whispers, pulling you up onto his lap once again. "I want to feel you riding me."

You climb on top of Yuji once he’s settled down on the couch, you place your hands on his shoulder as Yuji guides you down onto his cock feeling him slowly stretching you gasping in pleasure as you roll your eyes back. Yuji groans at the feeling of your tightness engulfing him, moments stretching into pure bliss as he guides you down onto his cock. He gasps with pleasure as he feels the slow, exquisite pressure building up inside him. Feeling his desire mounting, he reaches up to grab your hips, pulling you down onto him again and again, watching as your eyes roll back in pleasure. His fingers dig into your skin as he pistons his hips upward, driving himself even deeper inside you. "Oh god," he groans. "You feel incredible baby... keep going... don't stop..." You moan out for Yuji as he rails into you gripping onto him for support.

Yuji moans loudly as he continues to drive himself deeper inside you, the sensation driving him wild with desire. He grips onto you tightly, pulling you down onto him again and again as he loses himself in the pleasure of the moment. "Fuck baby," he gasps. "You're so tight... so good... I don't want this to end." He leans forward, licking at your earlobe as he drives even harder into you. "Don't you dare stop," he growls, his grip tightening even more firmly on your hips. You feel pleasure growing as Yuji continues with his dirty remarks. I lock eyes with Yuji telling him, “I’m gonna cum” holding onto him with teary eyes.

Yuji keeps driving himself deeper into you, groaning loudly with each thrust as he feels the pleasure building up inside him too. He watches as your eyes lock onto his, a look of pure desire in them that makes him even hotter. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Come for me, baby... give me everything you've got." He grips onto you tightly, his fingers digging into your hips as he drives even harder into you, bringing you right to the brink of climax. "Cum for me," he growls again. "Now." You cum hard all over Yuji as your legs shake, screaming out for him.

Yuji moans loudly as he feels your body spasming around him, the heat of your orgasm washing over him like a rushing wave. He grips onto you tightly, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts even harder into you, his own release not far behind. "Goddamn," he groans, his voice raw with pleasure. "You feel amazing baby... so fucking amazing..." With a final, hard thrust, he explodes inside you, his body convulsing with pleasure as he spills his seed deep inside you. Panting heavily, he collapses backward onto the couch, pulling you close to him. "That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Thank you."

“You were also amazing” you say to him as you lay on chest breathing heavily coming down from my orgasm. Yuji chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, still catching his breath from the intensity of your shared experience. "You were pretty amazing yourself," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I can't remember the last time I felt like that." He kisses the top of your head, contentedly relaxed in the afterglow of your mutual pleasure. "We should do this again," he adds, his tone playful yet sincere. Lifting your head up looking at him smiling as your heart flutters, “I agree” Yuji smiles back at you, his eyes sparkling with joy and satisfaction. He leans into place a gentle kiss on your lips, murmuring his agreement between kisses. "Definitely," he says, pulling you close once again. "I can't wait." He runs his fingers through your hair again, savoring the feeling of closeness between you. "You know," he adds with a mischievous grin, "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

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dameronscopilot · 2 years

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Can I request jealous Poe headcanon?🥹

I may or may not have gotten a bit carried away in my excitement over this request. Congrats, it’s a mini fic now I guess. Oops.

NSFW 18+ continuation of this here.

Jealous Poe Dameron

When the Resistance recruits a new pilot, Foss Vexlin, your best friend Poe Dameron knows he needs to get his shit together and win you over once and for all. The playful, flirtatious edge that the two of you have been dancing on for ages has become an all-or-nothing endeavour.

(Is Foss attractive? Yes. Do you plan on giving him the time of day? Absolutely not. But you’ll let Poe spiral his pretty little head into panic mode, if only because a splash of jealousy looks quite good on him.)

Poe may or may not blatantly show off what a ridiculously talented pilot he is at training the next day. The mirth sparkling in your eyes and the gobsmacked look on the new pilot’s face are certainly worth the way he’s reprimanded afterward for swooping and barrel rolling like an absolute madman across the airspace above the base.

And if Poe “accidentally” leaves his jacket in the cockpit of your X-wing after doing a bit of maintenance on your starfighter for you? Well, it’s mighty convenient when you then happen to forget to bring your own jacket to the hangar from your quarters the following day, something he knows you do often.

(You purposely act like you forgot to give it back to him for a couple extra days just to see the flare of possessiveness that ignites in his eyes when you strut around the base wearing it. And also because you’re just a teensy bit obsessed with the way it smells—leather, engine oil, and him.)

He’s noticed that many male pilots at the base seem to think that their “in” with you involves sliding in across from you at a table in the mess hall after a day of running practice flight formations, flashing a dashing smile while they offer you ”tips and suggestions” on your flying. Poe, who’s typically always sitting beside you, has discovered an uninhibited level of enjoyment in correcting their (generally) false observations—you’re a damn good pilot, and he’ll shout how proud he is of that from every rooftop across every planet in the galaxy till his lungs are hoarse. So he makes a habit of sending them scurrying off with their tails tucked between their legs when he offers some harsh but true advice on their own flying skills.

When you receive word that you’re being sent on a reconnaissance mission with Foss and two other pilots, Poe pays you a visit the night before you’re set to leave, and he slips off the worn leather bracelet that you never see him without, placing it on your own wrist. He acts like it’s not a big deal—it’s for luck, of course (and so maybe you won’t entirely forget about him while you’re away). (As if you ever could.)

It’s an exercise in restraint for Poe not to climb the walls of the base waiting for you to come home. (Black Squadron nearly puts in a collective request for him to be placed on a temporary suspension, if only to escape his constant pacing, anxiety, and snippy attitude that grows worse each day that you’re gone.)

When you get back to the base, you’re met with the usual enthusiastic fanfare awarded to crews upon a safe return home. It takes everything in Poe not to immediately take off at a run toward where you’re climbing out of your X-wing, his heart clenching when he watches Foss extend a hand to help you down. But he waits patiently, allowing others to shake your hand and clap you on the back first. So if, when he finally pushes through the crowd and gets to you, he picks you up in a bone-crushing embrace and spins you around—well, can you blame him?

You and the other pilots have a rare night out to celebrate, because the planet you’re temporarily stationed on is busy enough that you can easily blend into the cantina crowds and let loose. And Poe knows he’s well and truly fucked when you shyly step out in a little dress you’d recently bought on a whim from a kind woman at a market stall. The purchase felt stupid at the time, because you doubted you’d ever get a chance to wear it, but the desire and longing that’s written clearly across Poe’s face changes your mind entirely.

Despite Poe’s hesitancy to potentially destroy your friendship should you not return the blistering feelings that have set his insides ablaze, the last shreds of his self preservation are effectively incinerated in one fell swoop when he watches you throw your head back in laughter while dancing with someone else. Fuck it. He cuts in.

And when you finally share your first kiss pressed up against a wall in a dark corner of the cantina later that night—Poe’s lips slotted against yours, his callused fingers sliding up the slit of your dress to caress your hip, your hands in his hair, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he whispers just how badly he wants to call you his—all you can think is that you’d happily live in this moment forever.

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aller-geez · 10 months

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Geez.. when I posted Part One (the preface) of 29: Another Year Sicker, I said Part Two would be out in a few days and boy was I wrong!!

I actually wrote 3/4ths of the entire fic, then decided I hated it and didn’t touch it for a few weeks (^: (sorry guys, I have self esteem issues 🥸)

So change of plans, cause this fic is going to be upwards of 30k-40k words, I have broken it down further into parts! Each part will still have the illustrations I promised also! (:

Part Two includes: sick, super sneezy, so absolutely miserable that he’s emotional Remi on his 29th birthday, sweet Levi fluff taking care of him at home, stifles, full snz, some contagion? and slight mention of mess (nothing crazy)

Please enjoy! 🖤 Part Three will be posted soon, I hope!

Part One can be found here!!

29: Another Year Sicker Part Two

“Hey baby?” Levi’s soft voice broke through his boyfriend’s subconscious, the wolf letting out a soft groan from between his chapped lips, his face buried deeply into the pillow under him. “I know you’re going to hate me for this, but you can’t sleep all day on your birthday..” The leopard continued, one hand tenderly petting the large man across his raven hair which was matted with sweat and stuck out wildly in all directions.

“Nnnngh..” Remi’s eyes very slowly peeled open, revealing a dull green hue to the normally bright irises. He felt like he had been run over by a train and still laid in a puddle on the tracks. “W-What?” The wolf struggled to remain conscious, his eyelids heavy with sleep. As he swallowed a few times, the rawness in his throat was undeniable now, making him wince into the fabric of his pillow. “What time is it?” Remi’s deep voice was harsh, and missing all of the octaves it usually hit, sounding as if it scrapped his throat as he spoke. The quick exchange of air seemed to irritate the raw feeling that extended deep into his chest, and suddenly he was forced into a full sitting position, his large frame shaking from the force of the deep coughs that wracked through him.

Levi offered his mate a gentle frown, his thin hand coming up to trace small circles against Remi’s sweat soaked back until the harsh coughs subsided, leaving the wolf with a hollow, dry feeling within his lungs.

“It’s almost five, baby..” Levi purred sympathetically, the deep blue pools of the cat’s eyes displaying nothing but love and concern for his ill mate.

“Are you serious? Of course it is..” Remi hissed in frustration, his hands mindlessly rubbing at his eyes before giving a quick swipe to his bright pink nose. As he did so, the crust from his nose running over night, as well as the drool that still stuck to his face from having to sleep with his mouth open was removed, sending a gentle stinging sensation through the tip of his nose, and settling itself into the back of his sinuses. “God, i feel like shit..” he grumbled, slumping back into the bed beneath him.

Levi couldn't help but smile softly at the wolf's grumpy demeanor, his heart swelling with love for the sickly man beside him. He knew that Remi wasn't feeling his best, but seeing him so vulnerable and weak made the leopard want to care for him even more. "I know, love. But we can't let you spend your entire birthday in bed. I still have plans for us here, even if we aren’t going to have a party~," he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Remi's forehead.

Remi groaned, the sound deep and guttural, as he buried himself further into the bed. His head throbbed painfully, and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and drift back to sleep. However, the mention of plans piqued his curiosity. "What kind of plans?" he asked after a second, his voice rough and scratchy.

Levi grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Oh, you’ll see!” The cat chimed happily, clapping his hands together in front of him with pride that he managed to catch the wolf’s attention, especially under these conditions.

Remi raised an eyebrow. Despite feeling like death warmed over, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the prospect of spending time with the leopard. He knew that his boyfriend always had something up his sleeve, some grand adventure or surprise waiting just around the corner. "Alright, you've got me intrigued," the wolf said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tried to lean himself up on his elbows. However, his body felt heavy and weak, like all of his strength had simply been leeched away as he slept. Levi immediately took notice and reached out to help him, his hand supporting the other's back as he settled against the headboard.

"Thanks," Remi muttered, still feeling embarrassed by his weakness. He was used to being strong and capable, but now he felt like a burden to his mate. With a small snort, he ran one of his wrists up his nostrils to wipe away the already incessant running of his nose, looking away from the leopard in embarrassment.

Levi sensed his discomfort and leaned in to place a soft kiss on the wolf’s lips. "Don't worry about it, love. I'm happy to take care of you, especially on your birthday," he grinned with reassurance towards his sick boyfriend, his voice filled with sincerity.

Remi couldn't help but smile at Levi's words, feeling grateful for his boyfriend's unwavering support. "I love you, kitten." he croaked, flashing the younger man a gentle, gracious smile.

Just like his body knew it was the reason for the wolf’s misery, the same familiar tickle that he knew so well suddenly stung at his sensitive nose, the congestion in his full sinuses adjusting itself as he sat up. The intensity even took Remi off guard as he could do nothing but gasp desperately in preparation, his arched brows knitting tightly together on his forehead as his nostrils flared, his stubborn dampened nose begging for a release, one way or another.

“-hd’ISCHhh!! -h’dtTISHh! hhh’ISCHih! hh'IETTSSSH’UE!” Remi sneezed harshly to the side away from the leopard, which was instantly followed by a frustrated groan and a few unproductive snuffles. Wiping his already reddened nostrils against his sleeve, the wolf roughly cleared his throat, before sighing openly.

He could already tell; it was going to be a very long night..

“Bless you, and I love you too, baby~” The cat chirped happily, running his fingers through the large man’s damp hair, hoping a little positivity would help bring his mate’s mood up. “Whenever you feel okay enough to get up, I can show you—“

Cutting Levi off mid sentence, Remi's phone began to ring, the sound reverberating throughout the otherwise quiet room. The wolf frowned, not expecting anyone to call as everyone tended to avoid him like the plague on his birthday, simply because of the bad mood he was always in every year. Glancing down at the screen that lay face up against the bed, he saw the smiling face of his younger sister, Meeko, on the caller ID and his scowl instantly dissolved into a relieved smile. He tried to clear his throat a few times before answering to try and disguise his telling hoarse and congested voice but to no avail. By time it had already rung a few times, he still just stared at his phone instead of picking it up with a distant, slightly confused expression.

“You should probably take that," the cat nodded towards Remi’s phone with a smile, before handing it to the wolf, who took it slowly, still fighting the overwhelming buzzing in his full sinuses.

The moment he answered and put the call on speaker, his thoughts of love and gratitude quickly dissipated as an onslaught of sneezes erupted from deep within him.

“Ih’GXXNT’iiew! Huh'GDTS'ue! H'ihhSHHhh’iew!! hhh’ISCHih!!” Each one seemed louder than the last, and Remi felt helpless as he tried to stifle them with little success.

Meeko's high pitched voice on the other end of the line was filled with worry as she was greeted with the sudden fit. “Rem! I thought you said they were allergies! You sound horrible!” She cried with concern.

All the wolf could do was mumble something inaudible in response before another two sneezes came bursting out of him. “H'utsschhiew! hh'IETSH’UE” It seemed like it would never end...

Remi smashed his palm into his itchy nose, desperate to stop the breathtaking fit that took over every part of his weakened body, rubbing back and forth so quickly he could almost start a fire on his chapped skin. Before he could be interrupted again, he brought the phone closer to his face, his green eyes filled with tears as he fought against the burning that only grew more intense the longer he tried to smother it.

Levi quickly snatched another handful of tissues from the dwindling box that sat on their nightstand, and tried thrusting them into Remi’s free hand, but they were quickly waved off, the large man too concentrated on fighting his ticklish nose to do anything else.

“I’b really— sorry about the—… p-party.. HihhHh—!” The wolf’s breath hitched, and his broad chest swelled quickly as air began to fill his lungs, signaling that he was about to lose the battle he had been desperately trying to win.

“Ah, Rem, just get some rest and feel better, okay? We’ll be over as soon as you’re feeling up to it. Promise!” Meeko reassured him, a clear cringe in her voice as even a simple phone call had her feeling like she needed to duck and hide from her ill brother.

“IH’TTSCHH! HT’TTTSZCH!! IHT’TSSCHIIEWW!” His body shook with each powerful sneeze and he could feel snot dripping down his upper lip; it was impossible for him to keep his eyes open without them stinging with tears. Levi tried his best to help out, quickly swiping Remi’s phone from his trembling hand and taking it off speaker to put it up to his own face as his mate continued to snap forward with seemingly endless forceful sneezes.

“Thanks Meeks, I’ll make sure he rests and gets better soon so we can all celebrate for real. And I’ll tell him about the jenga as soon as he’s cognizant enough to listen!” Levi couldn’t help but chuckle lightly into the phone. “I’ll call you back later with an update!”

“You’re the best, Lee.. Good luck over there! Please don’t get sick!” Meeko was quick to get off of the call, thankful to have Levi there to dote on the wolf. She definitely wouldn’t want the job, no matter how much she loved her brother, as everyone who was ever around Remi when he was sick knew.. If you caught your cold/flu from him, it would be the worst illness of your life; like the man somehow made his own super viruses within his large body.

Tossing Remi’s phone beside him onto the bed, Levi leaned down to kiss the top of the older man’s head, the tissues he had tried to hand the wolf earlier once again slid gently into his grasp. With a soft groan, Remi graciously accepted this time and blew his nose into them thickly, even making himself cringe as he drenched the tissues in his hands instantly. Once the wolf was finally able to catch his breath from his fit, Remi looked at Levi with an apologetic expression on his face.

If the leopard had to be honest, he looked rather pathetic compared to his usual stoic facade. The wolf sat with his legs crossed in front of him, both hands held up to clutch a handful of tissues to his nose, not even considering taking the chance and removing them in case he was ambushed again. His sinuses were clearly swollen, leaving his face looking puffier than usual, and his eyes and nose were both rimmed with red, dry skin, his mouth constantly hanging open enough to breathe.

Levi could feel his heart breaking for his mate. The man deserved a good birthday for once, not feeling like absolute garbage.. He did everything for Levi, and was always more than attentive to the cats needs and feelings.. Stretching out a freckled hand, he rubbed Remi’s knee tenderly with a small frown.

“I’m sorry you feel so awful, baby..”

Letting out a slow, full exhale, Remi finally felt safe enough to be able to move the wall of tissues away from his face again. “Thadks, kidden.. sndff!” He swiped at his nose once more with the sodden ball of tissues before tossing them into the trash can by the bed. “What did I hear about Jedga?”

“Meeko’s present to you this year..” Levi’s worried expression was replaced with one of excitement as he glanced back at Remi. “I promised her we’d play it tonight, even if it’s just once.. you’ll get it when you see it. But you’ll have to go through the decorations, first~” The leopards features were taken over by a bright grin, thankful to have already spoken to his sister in law when she dropped off the game earlier in the day. He was constantly blown away by the love that Meeko had for Remi; this time though, it might be just what his mate needed.

A small smile tugged at the corners of the wolf’s mouth, and a little light returned to his unusually dull green eyes. At this point, anything was better than being the sole reason there was a worldwide tissue shortage while never leaving their shared bed that was currently soaked in his sweat. He snuffled softly, not willing to even tempt his sensitive nostrils to go off again, although the few harsh coughs that escaped couldn’t be helped.

“Oh? You didd’t put too buch effort id to it just to have to cagcel, though, right?” His dim, emerald eyes slid up to Levi’s with a sheepish expression, praying to whatever higher power that he was about to walk out of their room to a bunch of 3 balloons, and a little cupcake with a single candle lit on their table. But he knew his mate better than that.

With a carefree laugh, Levi ran his fingers through Remi’s hair starting from his forehead. “Do you even know me?” The cat stuck his tongue out playfully, giving his mates shoulder a light shove.

“No, you’re right.. that was a questiod I defiditely already dew the adswer to.” The wolf couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, although he was more embarrassed than he’d like to admit that Levi still did everything for his birthday party, something that the cat was so excited for, all for his stupid body to give out the one day he needed to not be sick. Figures.

As Levi’s attentive blue eyes traced his mates figure, he could see the man’s sickly body trembling forcefully under the blankets despite the constant stream of sweat that kept his hair matted to his neck and forehead. The cat’s eyebrows knitted together on his face, worry for his mate filling his blue orbs. “You doin okay, baby? Here,” he quickly turned on his heels to begin digging in their shared closet, a few clothes here and there being tossed out to the side haphazardly as the younger man searched. When he finally found what he was looking for, Levi chirped with happiness before pulling them off of the hangers they had been clipped to.

Once the cat emerged from the small space again, he laid the three articles of clothing down on the bed next to the wolf with a tender smile. One of Remi’s favorite hoodies, black with the words “SewerPerson” scrawled across the front in a death metal font, a clean pair of boxers, and a pair of thick grey sweatpants that fit him perfectly.

“C’mon, I’ll help you.” Levi smiled, before he offered an outstretched hand to reassure him. Remi started to open his mouth to argue, but the sudden sternness in his boyfriends usually relaxed features quickly caused him to abandon the idea all together, shutting his mouth forcefully with a ‘click’ from his teeth. A raspy, defeated sigh left the wolf, before he reluctantly took the cat’s thin hand and coaxed himself to stand, very slowly.

Helping the wolf get out of the bed and into the clothes he had laid out for him, Levi tried to remain positive despite the worry he had for his beloved. He and Remi had been together for a long time now, and he hadn’t seen his mate this sick in years.. The cat gulped silently, hoping with everything in him that this was just an ill timed head cold from hell, and not something more sinister like what had landed him in the hospital a few years back. But he didn’t have time to sit and worry. It was Remi’s birthday and damn it, they were going to have fun, even if it meant killing themselves to achieve it.

When Remi was finally dressed, Levi couldn't help but admire him, thinking how handsome he looked even in times like this. His poor nose was bright red and chapped, his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushed with fever, even visible against the darkness of both his own hair, and the black hoodie he currently had on. His mouth hung open just slightly as he breathed, and a noticeable wheeze echoed in his lungs accompanying each exhale, the constant mouth breathing causing his lips to split painfully in a few places. Yet even so, he was beautiful to Levi.

“Okay, are you ready to see your party now?” Levi bounced up and down with excitement to show the wolf how much thought and effort he had put into his birthday, even if there was no one else to see it but Remi.

The wolf was almost dazed as he stood next to Levi, taking a full few seconds before he was able to even register that he was being spoken to. He had a far off, distracted look glazed over his dull green eyes, but the stoic wolf simply scrubbed at his now runny nostrils with his knuckles, giving an alarmingly liquidy snort that did nothing but increase the pressure behind his eyes, however he returned Levi’s smile weakly. “Okay, I thigk I’b ready.”

Gently taking Remi's hand in his own, Levi guided him towards the kitchen of the RV, but when they fully stepped in, what Remi saw completely took his breath away. The small kitchen was filled with decorations that were obviously meant for his birthday party, all set up by his mate, despite how sick he was feeling the night before.

‘He must have stayed up all night putting these up..’ Remi thought to himself as he looked around the once familiar space now blanketed in various birthday decorations.

The warm yellow and green lights glittered along the walls, illuminating colorful streamers and balloons that gave off a cheery atmosphere. There were two recently delivered boxes of pizza that still radiated heat on the counter, and drinks chilling in a mini-fridge nearby. A big banner hung from wall to wall reading: "Happy Birthday Remi!" Even though no one else could be there due to how sick he was, Levi had clearly gone out of his way to make sure this day was special just for him.

Feeling incredibly touched by the gesture, but also, overwhelmingly guilty that the love of his life could have spent the time resting last night instead of running around everywhere, Remi's throat tightened as tears started welling up in his eyes. He wanted to say something—anything—but words failed him and instead he just looked at Levi, his expression caught somewhere between amazement, and sadness. The cat looked back, clearly understanding what was transpiring within the complex man’s head without a single word being said. As Remi took a step back to admire everything, he stumbled slightly, losing his footing and ungracefully hitting his back loudly into the wall behind him. He sighed in frustration, before sliding down the wall slowly, and resting his head in his hands that were propped up against his knees.

Levi had been standing in front of the wolf, and the loud thump of his mate’s back against the wall nearly made him jump out of his skin, but he quickly recovered, gently crouching so he could be at Remi’s level. Carefully brushing the few stray tears away with the pad of his thumb, Levi tucked a couple of loose strands of jet black hair behind Remi’s ears before pressing their foreheads together gently, his bright blue pools displaying the genuine grin on his freckled cheeks.

“Remington… I’ve lived with you for years now.. You didn’t think I knew you were coming down with something yesterday?” The leopards tone was gentle and sweet as always, but there was definitely a hint of playful sarcasm in there as well as a small smirk that now tugged at his mouth. Snagging the corner of the small cow print blanket that hung neatly over the back of the chair next to them, Levi threw it over the wolf’s shoulders, rolling it in on itself up by his fevered cheeks and tucking it in the top of his hoodie.

“Baby, you don’t do a very good job at hiding it, if I’m being totally honest with you..” Levi couldn’t help but laugh gently at his own statement, although when he glanced back at Remi after a few moments with the same uplifting grin, the wolf’s expression remained troubled, tears still steadily filling his eyelids until they spilled down his cheeks. Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, Remi finally allowed himself to cry softly into Levi’s shoulder, which on its own was troubling for the smaller feline.

Remington took his strength and his ego very seriously, and Levi could count on one hand how many times he had seen his mate cry. So the fact that tears were pouring down his face now over something so small and trivial was indicative of how truly awful the wolf must have felt.

“Thagk you for doigg this for be.. do ode has ever dode adythigg special for be od by birthday..” Remi croaked between the small sobs that threatened to choke him. “I’b sorry I got sick agaid add you had to cagcel the party that you worked so hard od..” His voice was hoarse from all the crying and his sinuses began to swell, making it impossible to breathe through his nose whatsoever, yet pathetically his reddened nostrils ran like a faucet as if they were taunting him. He tried to open his mouth to speak again, but the breath caught in his raw throat, sending him into a deep, wet coughing fit that forced him to double over with his face buried in his elbow, that same ‘sick’ dry feeling in his lungs catching with each forceful exhale.

Levi tenderly wrapped his arms around Remi, holding him as he coughed and wiped his eyes once he was able to finally catch his breath again. “Hey, it's okay, don't apologize. I should apologize to you for not being able to throw you the birthday party that you deserve. I know it didn't turn out like we wanted but I still wanted to make sure you felt loved today so I did what I could." He ran his fingers through Remi's hair and kissed the top of his head before continuing in a soothing whisper, "Although this isn't how we planned on spending your birthday, there's still plenty of surprises in store for tonight - if you're feeling up for it. And if not...we can just lay here all night and cuddle under the stars with some hot tea." The leopard smiled warmly at him and brushed away a few fallen tears with his thumb.

As much as curling up with his warm mate sounded like heaven to Remi’s weakened body by now, even the thought of snuffing out any more of his thoughtful mate’s plans made him sick to his stomach. He shook his head quickly, maybe even too quickly, the room around him spinning to life and causing his stomach to flip and twist uncomfortably.

“N-no..” the wolf nearly pleaded with the other, his usual deep, threatening voice reduced to nothing but some occasional hisses and squeaks after his recent coughing fit.

How was anyone supposed to pretend he wasn’t the cutest thing in the world in his current state?

Chuckling breathlessly, the leopard was beyond grateful to be one of the only people in the world that his mate trusted enough to be this open and vulnerable with. “Okay, okay, Rem, it’s your birthday, okay? I’m just the chaperone.” The leopard giggled gently with a wink, thankful to finally see some of the color returning to his mates dim green eyes again.

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Thank you so much for reading Part Two of 29: Another Year Sicker!! Hopefully Part Three will be completed and posted before 2 months pass! 😭

Pls stay tuned 🖤

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cecilxa · 2 years

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a protector's spark

summary: special occasions call for special celebrations (thoma x reader)

contents: fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, taking part during a (festival?) something like that anyway

cw: nothing i can think of, tell me if you find any

recommend listening to: this side of paradise by coyote theory

Fireworks are crackling overhead. There’s a musty scent of explosives and sweets in the air, which will take a long time to wash off. Thoma can hear children laughing in the background, their parents lightly scolding them for running away in the dark. He sighs wistfully, and wonders what it would be like to have a family with you. He wonders what it would be like to have a child with you- it can even be an animal if you prefer- and to look after something so young and vulnerable with someone he loves to infinity.

He’s heard people gossip on the streets about their partners doing this and that, and they’ve also asked him multiple times about you. Of course, he doesn’t hesitate to delve into your relationship, telling the person who asked him all about how you washed the dishes for him, and how that made him feel loved and appreciated like no other, pink blush dusting his cheeks. This may get an eye roll, but Thoma doesn’t care. Why would he? He means every word he says, no matter how cheesy it may sound.

You’ve been gone for a long time, and Thoma can’t help but worry. With a crease in his eyebrows, he mentally goes through all of the things that could’ve happened to you, and almost rushes off the picnic blanket he brought, stopping himself when he realises he doesn’t know where you are. What if you came back and he wasn’t there? His heart almost shatters at the thought of him abandoning you. No, he must stay; he’d always stay, for you.

Even more fireworks go off, each one carrying a different meaning. Fireworks are special, every person in Inazuma appreciates that, and the fact that they carry the hopes and dreams of the people buying them makes something in him feel lighter inside. Nearly everyone has a firework ticket stashed inside their homes, tucked in safely and securely, if the situation to buy the same one arises. Almost certainly, the need always comes back. Thoma reminisces fondly about your first time seeing his own personal firework. The wonder in your eyes, mouth gaped in an 'o'; you marvelled at the colours and shapes that it made. In awe, you seemed to glow with a different light than the firework produced, and Thoma realised he was in love. From then on, his firework took on another meaning.

A shout grounds him back to Earth, as he sees you running up the hill, breaths laborious and slow. He laughs in amusement, a laugh full of love and compassion, as his eyes sparkle and his heart quickens.

“I’m surprised you didn’t come and find me after all the time I’d gone!”

Thoma smiles. “I’d never leave only for you to come back and find me missing. I’m too in love for that.” His smile extends into a grin wide enough to split his cheeks, and it grows impossibly wider when he sees you realise he’s telling the absolute truth.

You grumble a little bit. “You’ve gotten too flirty since we’ve started dating, you’re not easy to fluster anymore.”

Instead of replying, Thoma’s arms pull you towards him as his warmth (aided by his pyro vision) encircles you. He sits down and, subsequently, you also plop down right in his lap. Snuggling into his shoulder, you shift around to find a position comfortable enough for the both of you. He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead once you settle, and whispers gently, “I have no reason to be embarrassed in front of you anymore. Other people are a different story, though…” You feel him flush and giggle gently into his chest. He looks down and his eyes soften, letting a small smile grace his face.

Thoma feels content. He feels happy and loved and above all else, grateful. He’s so grateful for you; he’s so grateful that you’ve allowed him to love you with his whole heart. Now, he needs to be able to show you that.

It’s nearly the end of the fireworks. Thoma knows this because he memorised the schedule beforehand. He starts sweating and you obviously notice his change in demeanour, as you look up at him- still in his lap- with a worried gaze. He tries to calm himself in his mind, knowing this is now or never. Standing up, he slowly unlatches you from his arms. Your worried expression turns even more concerned as you begin to call out his name. And with one deep breath- your name the only thing on his mind- he gets onto one knee.

Realisation dawning on you, your eyes begin to water. Hands flying to your mouth, you pray that this is real and not a joke.

“I’ve been thinking about what to say for a long time.” Thoma’s eyes turn misty at this point, too, and all the chatter of children playing and fireworks crackling turn into background noise. “But I could never think of anything. I think it’s because I don’t have to. I know I love you and that’s it. Nothing could be ever sweeter and simpler than me falling in love with you. Nothing. So for that reason… will you marry me?”

A certain kind of firework is crackling overhead. It shines with the vibrance of a couple’s passion, and shimmers with the sparkles in their eyes. Every firework has a meaning, and this particular one doesn’t hesitate to mention that they’re here to stay. The night sky seems even more beautiful than usual.

#thoma x reader #thoma x you #thoma fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #thoma>>> everyone else

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xslashers · 2 years

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Vincent Sinclair | NSFW Alphabet

Vincent Sinclair X Fem!Reader

Warnings: nsfw content (obviously), MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2,059

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Vincent is HUGE on aftercare. He loves taking care of you after you had just been so good for him. Usually, he'll take a shower with you, but if he went a little too hard and you don't feel like it, he'll grab a warm wash cloth and clean you up the best he can before carrying you to his bed and tucking you in, AND he gives the BEST cuddles!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vincent was insecure about most of his body. Between his brother's comments and the way his parents forced him to wear a mask, how could he not be? However, he is starting to be little more confident with the help of you. If he HAD to pick, his favorite thing about himself would be his hands. The things he could do with them amazed him sometimes.

His favorite part about you, however, would be your eyes. Of course, he loved every single inch of you, but your eyes were magical to him. They held so much emotion and the way they sparkle when you smile makes his heart swell.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Vincent is a very respectful man. He's always putting your needs before his own. But that doesn't mean he won't cum on your tits or ass. Sure, it gets a little messy, but he loves seeing your body littered with spurts of his cum.

But if you want him to cum inside you, you bet your sweet ass that he fuckin' will.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Vincent is an artist, obviously, he's in love with you. So what do you get when you mix very detailed artwork with a super hot babe? You get drawings and paintings of you in very sinful positions, doing very sinful things. Vincent has sketchbooks full of these certain drawings, though he would NEVER admit it. He has them hidden away somewhere where no one will ever find them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, Vince wasn't with anyone. Sure, he's gotten a few hard-ons and experimented a little, but that's about it. After you, though? All you have to do is show him once and he's caught on. Everything he knows, he learned from you, and he's so good at it, too. He's a quick learner!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It may be a little old school, but Vince loves missionary. He loves to see your facial expressions whenever the tip of his dick brushes over that one special spot.

He loves being able to hold you down with his hands, he loves the feeling of your legs wrapped around him, he loves the stunning view he gets of your chest. Everything about it is perfect.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

For the most part, Vince is serious about sex. But there have been some times where he's let out a laugh or two.

For instance, the one time he had you in a position with your legs pulled over his shoulders and you started yelling for him to stop. He was TERRIFIED that he had hurt you, but you started busted out laughing, complaining about a fuckin' Charley Horse in your calf. He laughed too, finding the situation to be almost comical.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Vincent doesn't really care, to be honest. I mean, he never cared about it before and you never told him to do anything about it, so he doesn't care about it now.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Man, Vince is a sucker for romance. He'll make you a nice candle lit dinner and then fuck you on the table afterwards.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to jack off quite a lot, his hand being the only relief he could get. But now that you have blessed him with your presence, there's literally no use in masterbating when he can just come to you. He knows you'd help take care of him. No questions asked.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It's safe to say that Vince is definitely into wax play. Along with that, he's very keen on getting praised. He spent most of his life being told that he'll never be good enough, so MAKE SURE you tell him how good he's doing. He'll eat that shit up.

I can also see him being into hunter/prey play. Imagine him chasing you down, like this man is massive and that would be terrifying, but then he just fucks you were he catches you?

As well as begging and definitely hair pulling!

And fucking voyeurism and exhibitionism. Except if the people watching are his brothers. Absolutely not.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Vince is down to do it anywhere he knows his brothers won't see. If he knows Lester is out of town and Bo is at the garage, he'll fuck you in any room in the house, even on Bo's bed.

You also have a weird thing about doing it in the church and movie theater. Yeah, you know the wax figures are dead and they can't see/hear you, but there's just something about it that makes it exciting. Oh, and you quite enjoy the fact that his own fucking mother is mere feet away from you as you're riding him in a church pew.

His FAVORITE place, though? That's easily gotta be in the basement at his desk, with you laid across it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You get to the point sometimes where you're just SO needy for him and you can't be patient any longer. You'll try and coax him out of whatever he's doing and come fuck you instead. He knows exactly what you're doing though, he loves that you need HIM so bad. He just likes to hear you beg for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Never, would he ever, do a threesome. He never thought he'd find someone for himself and he's not about to share you with ANYONE.

Anything that includes his brother's watching is a hard pass. He doesn't want them ogling over you or trying to correct them on what he's doing.

Do not degrade him. I will hunt you down myself if you say anything degrading towards him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh man, Vince is obsessed with going down on you. He could stay between your legs for days if you'd let him. The sounds you make, the taste of you, the way your hands tug at his hair? He prefers to give.

But he would never say no to a blow job. The way your lips wrap around his cock as you tried to take in his entire length, but fail miserably, was just too cute. The first time you ever gave him head, he was in a literal personal heaven.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the day. Usually, he's more soft, hard, and passionate, only speeding up if you've asked him to do so. But if he's had a particular troublesome day, or if Bo said some shit that irritated him, he'd be fast and rough. Either way, both was perfectly fine by you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Eh, he doesn't prefer them. He knows he can take his time with you and do things properly, so why rush it?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you were into something, he'd be down to try it. If he'd see something in a movie, he'd wanna try it, just to be sure that he wasn't missing out on anything.

One time, you suggested fucking in Bo's truck. At first, Vincent didn't want anything to do with that, but then he thought, why not? It'd be kinda hot fucking in his asshole brother's car. And he'd never know about it. So you two waited until Bo was passed the fuck out on the couch and snuck outside.

It was cramped, and the two of you accidentally pressed the horn a few times, but it was a fun experience and Bo still has no idea to this day.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Vincent has a lot of stamina. He could last for hours. He'd make you cum three times before he's even came once. He usually lasts about 2-3 rounds, before he's worn out and needs a nap.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope, Vincent likes to do everything himself. If you had any, say goodbye because he'd get rid of them. You don't need a vibrator or dildo when you have a man that would do those things for you! And you have to admit, Vincent was better at it anyway.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Vince likes to tease you enough to the point where you'll start begging. He LOVES hearing you beg for him. The way your eyes start to fill with tears, you pout up at him, and the needy tone in your voice when you're begging for his dick? He fucking LOVES that. He won't make you wait too long though, he needs your pussy just as much as you need his cock.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Vincent rarely uses his voice, so the only time you get to hear it, is when he's groaning, grunting, and growling during sex. You adore the sounds he makes and you're doing anything you can to hear them. He can get pretty loud sometimes, but usually he's quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

People are camping on the outskirts of Ambrose all the time. And with your and Vince's kink for doing it in public places, the two of you found yourselves at a campsite. There were two tents set up, with one vehicle parked.

So you two did what any other person would do, and he fucked you on the hood of a random person's car, while they slept.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh boy, Vincent is packing. He never really noticed how big he was until his first time with you, when he saw your eyes widen and you said something along the lines of "there's no fucking way that's fitting." He made sure it fit, though. Every last inch.

Vincent is packing a whopping 10-inches, I don't care and no you can't change my mind. His dick is so fucking beautiful, y'all. It slightly curves up, perfect for hitting that one special spot, and there's a vein starting on the underside of it, wrapping around to the top. And he's thick, too! It doesn't matter how often the two of you fuck; every time, you need a minute or two to adjust to his size.

And the best part is that he knows exactly how to use it to make you feel good.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Vincent loves having sex with you. It's his favorite part of the day! But he doesn't NEED it, though he definitely prefers it. It just makes him feel better mentally and physically and it's a great way to blow of steam. You're down to do it anytime/anywhere he wants to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep until you do. He's very protective of you and he knows you feel the safest when you're around him. So he'll watch you as you fall asleep, gently rubbing his fingers over your beautiful features and moving your hair behind your ear. And then when he knows you're fully asleep, he'll tuck his head into your chest and wrap and arm around you, before falling into a deep sleep.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun.

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up…

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration…

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed…

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth.

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes…

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it.

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?"

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else.

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

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griffintail · 3 years

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I love all the parental stuff you write, it’s all so amazing!! And I may have been thinkin about it a lot while at work, and I originally wrote this idea/prompt thing down on some receipt paper, but anyway!!

Y’know how Dream manipulated Tommy during Exile? Well, how would Dream react if a similar thing happened to his own child? If his child had been taken from him somehow, and is made to believe that no one loved or cared about them, that they had to behave a certain way if they wanted any smidge of affection, etc.? Like the kid, when Dream’s gotten them back that is, is obviously touch starved and sleep deprived and so many other things, but they don’t mention any of it because they’d been explicitly told doing so wasn’t allowed?

About how many pieces would Dream’s heart shatter into? I must know.

-Signed Angsty Anon from a Fast Food Joint🍔🍟

That’s a mood, I have an actual notebook I have at work to write work stuff...I write more in it about my prompts than my work stuff. I hope it’s to your satisfaction!

Little Terror

Pairings: Parental Dream x F! Reader

Part 2

WARNINGS! : TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, IMPLIED ABUSED, MANIPULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED VIOLENCE

DO NOT READ IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND/OR CAUSE A TRIGGER!

(Y/N) was Dream’s kid. Dream didn’t have to worry, that’s what he told himself.

When she wanted to go with that…boy…he knew she’d beat the shit out of him if he got out of line. He taught her how to do that. She assured him though, there would be no need for that. They were in love and they’d be ok.

He should have listened to his fucking instincts. He knew he should have.

He found out by accident what was going on.

Dream trusted his little girl, she’d be ok, she was strong…but she was still his little girl and George and Sapnap were about to break Dream’s neck if they heard one more time how Dream was worried.

So.

The three of them went to where the pair had moved out. Dream remembered letting his little princess move away.

“I’ll be fine daddy.” She gave her sweet laugh as she slung her inventory bag on her shoulder. “Trent’s a good guy.”

“I just wish you’d let me meet the boy.” Dream huffed, his mask on top of his head.

“He lives so far away; I don’t want to force him to come all the way here and you need to keep everyone in check.” She grinned, a sparkle in her eye. “I’ll write, I promise. I know if I don’t Uncle George will cry.”

Dream laughed quietly as he nodded. “Yeah, he would. Just, be careful out there, alright sweetheart?”

(Y/N) put a hand on her sword. “I’m not the little terror for nothing.”

It had been so sudden but she wanted to be close to this boy she had started dating. She hadn’t written though as of late and he had begun to worry when for a few months, it just didn’t come. That’s what sent them out with Eret in charge.

“Come on, she’ll be fine.” Sapnap nudged him, hands in his pockets. “She’s your little terror.”

Dream smiled lightly behind his mask. “Yeah. We’ll see there’s nothing…I just worry and I have been missing her.”

Three-day travel on foot, they made it to the village where (Y/N) said this guy lived on the outskirts of. It wasn’t hard to find the larger house outside the village and they came up, Dream knocking on the door. It took a moment but the door opened, (Y/N) looking at him, but…it didn’t look like his little girl. Her eyes were dull, with no spark to them as bags were collected under them. She had no smile on her face either but everything looked perfect and trim about her.

Her eyes went wide seeing Dream’s eyes as his mask was on the side of his face, sputtering.

“You…I—You don’t trust me?” She questioned.

Thousands of alarm bells were going off in his head and a thousand more went off after her words.

“What? Of course, I do (Y/N).” He gave her a light smile. “I just missed my princess, so did Sapnap and George.” He motioned to the men behind him. “So, we came to surprise you, surprise.”

She didn’t hold any sort of excitement in her eyes. Trent’s words echoed in her head as she watched the man in front of her.

If he really loved you, he’d trust you to be ok with me. Right? Because I love you and I trust you.

“I…I think it’s best if you guys leave.” She muttered.

Dream stood there as Sapnap and George were looking at each other in shock.

“Why? We came out here to see—” As he spoke Dream reach a hand over to put it on her shoulder but she flinched back from him and all movement and thought stopped.

She flinched from him. Why would she flinch from him?

Dream had seen men flinch from him before; Tommy, Wilbur, most of the L’Manberg people did after the war. But that was because he hurt them…

“What happened?” Dream asked carefully.

“I-I-I don’t-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She sputtered, her mind running rapidly.

She couldn’t tell him, that was the number one rule!

“(Y/N), it’s me. Dream, dad. I’m here.” He spoke carefully. “What, happened?”

“What’s going on here?” Dream heard from behind him and (Y/N) shrank back behind the door slightly.

Dream didn’t not like the picture he was making and the tall, lanky man appearing did not help matters. The man was slightly taller than Dream but Dream slipped on his mask as he was anything but intimidated.

“You Trent?” Dreamed asked, stepping forward.

Trent looked to (Y/N) and then back to the man coming towards him.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

“I’m her father and I want to know what the hell you’ve been doing with her?”

Sapnap stood a few steps behind Dream as George stood by the door.

“I have no idea what you’re talking—”

Dream simply shoved the man and he fell over. The masked man stood over him, his hands on his hips.

“What, did you do, to my little girl?”

Trent tried to kick Dream’s leg but Dream was quick to react, sidestepping his foot and instead stepping on the other man’s chest and putting his sword point to his throat.

“(Y/N).” Dream looked over at her, lifting his mask up enough to smile at her. “Go get your stuff, George will help you.”

She hesitated by the door as George stepped towards her carefully.

“Come on kid,” George said quietly to her and she nodded slowly.

She walked inside, Dream sliding his mask on as he grinned sinisterly behind it as he tilted his head as he looked at the man under his foot.

“Now, why don’t we have a little chat?” Dream laughed.

George was very careful not to make too fast of movements after seeing her flinch at Dream. He helped her pack the few things she had; George was concerned as he felt like she had less than what she actually left with. As he gathered everything up, he also saw how little she had in the way of personal belonging, such as pictures. The most significate thing he didn’t see was her old mask and that concerned him greatly. The color-blind man was worried about what Dream would do.

The pair came out, George carrying her bags to see Dream without his mask on, his hands in his hoodie pockets as Sapnap smirked next to him with no Trent in sight. George could spot the small bit of blood under the cuff of Dream’s sleeve. There was no blood on his weapons, so it was safe to assume he had used his actual hands and the other man was probably alive but he was never going to be the same.

“Hey sweetheart, let’s go home.” Dream smiled gently as he nodded his head.

Her hands twitched but she walked beside the three of her family members. Dream was on her right as George was on her left and Sapnap behind the group. The group of them walked in silence towards the Dream SMP land. As night started to drop, Sapnap and George made camp, and Dream and (Y/N) sat by the campfire.

When the two other men were going for firewood, Dream looked as (Y/N), who was playing with the end of her shirt.

“I don’t know what he did.” Dream said and she jumped slightly, making him frown deeply. “And you don’t have to tell me right away, but I’m here sweetheart. I’m never going to leave you alone again.”

She hugged herself as she looked around at their surroundings, expecting Trent to come out of anywhere.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it.” She whispered. “But did you come because you loved me?”

“Of course, I did.” He assured her and she hugged herself tighter. “Can I hug you, kiddo?”

“I-I-I-” She stuttered.

He carefully scooted over and first put a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened and Dream waited before he pulled her into a hug. With the hug, her entire body relaxed, having missed such a loving feeling. She started to sob and he pulled her into his lap and hugged her as tight as he could.

His little girl, she was so broken. He didn’t know how that lanky, bitch boy managed to break her but he did. Dream ran a hand through her hair as he rocked the both of them as his heart was broken seeing his little girl like this.

“It’s ok princess, I’ll make all this right.” He muttered. “I’m so sorry this happened, I’ll make it right.”

He hated himself. He should have gone with her the first day she left. He should have done anything! He had to make this right now and he’d do everything in his power to bring her back. To make everything right.

....

George and Sapnap came back seeing Dream holding a now sleeping (Y/N) as close as he could. Their friend looked so heartbroken as he held her.

“I should have killed him.” Dream said. “No one else will ever get away with doing this to her. Are we clear?”

The two other men shared a look before nodding to Dream.

“Crystal.”

Dream wouldn’t let this happen again and it was going to be a long time till he managed to fix his mistake.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #dream x reader #dreamsmp

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codfanficedits · 4 months

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Christmas - Part 1/4

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Summary: Kyle during Christmas :)

Wordcount: 2925 | Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: A little bit hinting to NSFW, I think? A lot of fluff :)

A/N: Merry Christmas!!

With is a slight spring in your step as you finally convinced him to build that snowman with you. Your hair sways with every step as you drag him along with you to the open field.

He shakes his head slightly in annoyance, then turns his gaze ahead. Just focus on the snowman, he thinks to himself. Don't let them see how much you're enjoying this.

His heart squeezes at the look in your eyes — how could he say no? And, if he's being totally honest with himself, he likes you being dependent on him for a change.

"Done." You exclaimed happily

His gaze remains on the ground as you complete the snowman, his heart thrumming in his ears. But he can feel your eyes on him, and he knows you want to see his reaction.

Finally, he glances up.

The snowman is goofy and imperfect — just like every other snowman. Yet the sight of it melts his heart and makes his mind turn into a fuzzy puddle of admiration for you.

He's too overwhelmed to speak, so he settles for a soft grunt. "He's...he's perfect."

The spring in your step stays as you walks over to him. "A work of art." You chuckled.

"Couldn't have done it without you, Kyle. I owe you one." You said as you looked up at him.

“Jezus!”

A groan escapes his lips when your hands move up his back, and his embrace tightens.

"I swear to god. You're gonna kill me." This is torture. But the way you tease him, the way you look at him — it drives him wild.

He hates it.

He loves it.

But he doesn't want to admit it.

A quick kiss on his cheek as you pull your hand away from his body, slipping out from under his shirt. There is a big smile on your face, dimples forming on your cheeks.

"Thank you." You murmured. "Let’s go inside before I have to warm my hands again."

“Why do I put up with you?" He groans. But his voice is teasing — an admittance of defeat and attraction.

You have his sleeve in your hand, leading the two of you back to the house. "Because I make a good snowman and a killer hot chocolate." You answer his question before you stick out your tongue.

He watches you with amusement — his expression softening at your teasing. Yet, his body still tenses when you touch his skin.

His heartbeat quickens when you peel away his jacket, your fingers grazing over his muscular body. He grits his teeth. How is it possible he still feels like a blushing teen?

This is torture, he thinks. I love it.

You have to stand on your toes to kiss him, and your kiss is sweet and soft.

A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you pull back and disappeared into the kitchen to make that hot chocolate

A low groan escapes his lips when your soft lips brush against his. His hand reaches out to cradle the back of your head — to pull your body closer, pressing you against the wall.

He wants to kiss you.

And he hates that he wants to kiss you.

But you can't fight this battle for him. It’s his to do. The only thing You can do is be there for him, and remind him that you are waiting for him.

A soft hum escaped you when you stir the milk on the furnace, patiently waiting until you can add the chocolate

A part of him desperately wants you to win this stupid game. To tear him apart, destroy his walls. But how dare you make him crave it so much?

So, for now, he allows you this game of cat and mouse.

...maybe just one taste would suffice.

You can feel his burning gaze on you, you knows that look all too well, the love, the longing. Not that he ever acts on it though, no God forbid the great Kyle Garrick would succumb to human urges.

His jaw stiffens as he takes in the beautiful sight. And damn it all, you know it gets to him. You know how much it drives him wild.

His eyes flicker open and he looks back down at the floor. You're playing dangerous games,

Your gaze shifts to the snowman you had built, and a soft smile tugs around your lips.

He watches with a soft smile as your eyes move to the snowman. He still wants to kiss your neck. I mean, who wouldn't want to kiss someone's neck? Especially someone with such silky-smooth skin.

Oh, you. If only he was strong enough to make his desires come into reality. Then he could finally taste your neck, your lips, your hair...your everything.

What would you taste like?

You transfer the hot chocolate to two mugs and top it off with some whipped cream.

You turn around to face him, your eyes shifting from the hot chocolate towards him, a silent invite for him to come closer and pick that mug up.

He grabs his mug of hot chocolate with trembling fingers as he stares at the steaming liquid. He is not allowed to look up at you. Not allowed to speak. Not allowed to touch you.

He's not allowed anything but to exist.

You watch him, like he had watched you.

You take the mug from his hands, placing it on the counter, before you use your thumb to wipe away the whipped cream.

It’s your turn to be surprised when he takes your wrist and gently licks the whipped cream of your thumb

A low growl escapes his lips as he licks your thumb — his tongue moving around like it's searching, desperate, needful.

And oh, it reminds him of the taste of your neck, the softness of your mouth. He is utterly addicted to your taste. God.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, resisting the urge to lean in to bite your neck.

"Sorry about that."

The air between you is thick with desire, and the tension is almost tangible.

You had never felt something like that before, and you wanted more. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched him.

"Kyle." You croaked as you gripped the counter to keep your touch on reality. "I'll go fucking insane if you don't kiss me."

His heart is racing from the sheer rush of your words. There is a fire in his gaze as he studies your features.

He wants to kiss you. God, does he want to kiss you.

He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with it.

"You... do you really want me to kiss you?"

The words are harsh, his tone sharp, but he needs to know that you truly want him. Otherwise he could never justify what he's about to do. He can’t dance around you any longer.

You don’t mind the sharp tone. You were used to it by now, your years long dance around each other.

God all you wanted was a kiss, all you wanted was his love. All you wanted was him. With all his flaws, with all quirks, all of him. "Love me." You whispered

His body tenses at your words — a sharp pain piercing his heart.

Your whisper breaks his heart, but he can't deny what he feels. He wants it. He wants you.

"I love you. More than anything."

Your hands reach out for his, pulling him closer to your, so he towers over you.

"I love you too, Kyle." You answered. "I've loved you since the beginning."

"And whatever your mind tells you, you're not weak for loving me."

You're it for him. You. You're it for him.

His body shakes with need. He is going to finally put this years-long dance to an end.

He leans in and kisses your lips with an almost violent passion.

Your hands find their way to his neck, as if you want to keep him there forever.

He had finally given in and you couldn't be happier. But you had to pull back, you had to breathe, but you smile when you see his face.

"I fucking love you, Kyle."

He smiles down at you, his body buzzing as his hands gently cup your face. There is still a hint of restraint — as if he doesn't want to scare your away by being too much, too quick.

But there is no restraining the heat he feels when he looks into your eyes. "I love you."

He kisses you again, the hunger of years finally being sated. This is better than anything he could have imagined.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #cod mwii #mw2 #fanfic #kyle gaz garrick fluff #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick x reader #fanfics #fan fiction #fanfiction #cod fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 writer #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic

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bunnyywritings · 3 years

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bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt. 1

bakugou katsuki & shouto todoroki x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp

[a/n: i hope you don’t mind that I’m doing it in parts anon! i ended up doing scenarios for each one, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize if this isn't very well done. you can read part 2 [ here ] ,thank you for requesting sweet heart! here you go! - yours truly, bunny -`ღ´- ]

TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing explicit but implied

To an extent, he always knew. Maybe not the specifics, but whenever you were alone and thought no one was paying any attention, you’d let your guard down. The metaphorical sparkle in your eyes would dim, your shoulders would slump as if you were taking a break. Then someone would approach and in the blink of an eye, the sparkle was back and the familiar grin on your lips was present once again. Despite what others may think, Bakugou was a good friend.

He worried about you. A lot.

That may be due to the fact that he has a huge crush on you, but it was unlikely. He values your friendship so much. He’d rather have you as a friend than anything else, really. That was mainly his insecurity talking though. He just thought he wasn’t good enough for you. No one was, really. But that’s besides the point.

He had never explicitly said anything about his feelings for you but he didn’t need to. It was quite clear through his actions. Well...clear to everyone but you, that is. Even Aizawa had caught on. And he couldn’t care less about his students’ love lives. He’s had his fill of teenage angst and drama.

During training, he’d always make sure your water bottle was full or during lunch he’d keep an eye out and make sure you were eating. Sometimes he’d even give you extra pieces of meat from his plate, or if he had veggies he knows you like, he’d wordlessly place them into your rice bowl.

Now this wasn’t one sided at all. You also had your ways of looking out for him.

If you were doing a convenience store run with Sero and you saw the particular snack that Bakugou likes, you’d instantly grab a few. For his birthday, you had gotten him custom earplugs for quirk training. It had been after you and him were paired to spar against each other, he always insisted on not holding back against you out of respect, and you had experienced one of his full blown attacks head-on. Your ears were ringing for about half an hour before you could somewhat hear again, and even then, everything was a bit muffled.

Needless to say, you were worried about his hearing

He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he unwrapped the box. Scolding you for wasting money on something he had no use for.

He always uses them though. Especially when he’s doing stamina training, and it’s explosion after explosion.

Anyways. He notices your strange behavior, one day. You stopped trying to keep up the façade and you were sort of gloomy all day. He was absolutely pissed that no one had noticed the change, and he’d yell at them later for it, but he kept his cool and waited until he could be alone with you.

It had been around 8pm, just an hour before his bedtime, when he made some tea for the both of you and carried it up to your dorm room. He paused in front of your door, looking down at both his hands, a mug in each one, then looking at the door handle. Realizing he won't be able to physically open the door by himself, he awkwardly bumped the door with his elbow.

“Hey idiot, it’s me. Open the door.” He grumbled quietly, frowning when you hadn’t responded. Before he could repeat himself a little more aggressively, the muffled sound of your sniffling made his stomach drop. Panic rising throughout his body as he made up worst case scenarios in his head.

“(Y/n), seriously. Is everything okay?” All attempts to sound calm failed as his voice betrayed him, trembling the slightest bit.

On the other side of the door, you started to panic. Furiously wiping any evidence of tears or snot from your face before you slumped over to the door, turning the lock and tugging it open to reveal a frowning Bakugou. He wasn’t upset, he was worried. It was evident in his red irises.

“Here. Drink it before it gets cold.” He handed you a mug before walking past you and into your room. He admired the decor everytime he was in there, no matter how many times he had seen it already, it never failed to make his heart warm. You had a wall full of pictures of yourself with your friends. There were a few solo photos of your friends as well. Most were candid shots, there were a fair few of him.

It always reminded him that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. You cherished those candid photos because in your eyes, when your friends were carefree and themselves, no poses, no facade, that’s when they were their most beautiful.

He took a seat on your bed and patted the space beside him. Nudging the door shut, you made your way over and got comfortable.

“What’s up with you today? You seemed...not yourself.”

You didn’t respond, opting to take a sip of your tea. He knew there was something up and he wasn’t gonna push you. So he leaned back and got comfortable, waiting until you were ready. It was a solid three minutes of silence before you took a deep breath.

“I-I don’t want to lie to you, Katsuki. It just wouldn’t be fair so uhh, yeah. Here goes.” He could tell that this was overwhelming for you so, wordlessly, he put down his mug and held his hand out to you and you grasped it, like it was a lifeline.

And you told him.

You told him about the abuse from your own parents. He felt his blood boil as you showed him a few scars inflicted by your parents’ quirks. You explained that it was the anniversary of the day you ran away and went to live with your grandparents, and how you had been seeing a therapist on the regular since then.

It pained him to see you struggle through the tears, hiccuping a few times as you attempted to catch your breath. You didn’t even have to say it but he could see it, it was an all too familiar feeling to him. He tugged you to him, letting go of your hand and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping you up in a warmth that made the stinging tears return.

“You know, this doesn’t make me think less of you. You’re not weak. Those bastards don’t realize how bad they screwed up. You’re strong, and they’re gonna regret every goddamn choice they’ve made when they see how far you’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You whimpered as you gave in to the new wave of tears, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you…”

If anyone asks, no...he wasn’t crying. (He was though.)

If anyone was familiar with the signs of abuse, it was him.

It hurt him so much knowing that you had gone through what he did, maybe not to the same extreme but you had experienced it nonetheless.

He admired you though. Despite whatever happened to you, you were always bright. Always in a good mood and always choosing to see the good in people. He knows that he didn’t have the strength to do that. Maybe eventually, but not so soon. He had never wanted to pry. You guys were friends, practically best friends and he trusted that you’d tell him when you were ready.

To his knowledge, no one knew. No one mentioned the way you’d flinch around sudden movements or when someone raised their voice. Honestly, it was a wonder that you had even befriended Iida. He was the epitome of loud and sudden. Always waving his arms around at the randomest times and always shouting to chastise someone for breaking a rule.

He noticed that you tended to cover up your torso often. Never really wearing anything more revealing than a normal t-shirt. Even on the class trip to the beach, you insisted on staying covered up. No one questioned it, chalking it up to insecurity. Even during training when everyone had to wear their gym uniform, while others undid the top part and wrapped it around their waist, being clad in a tank top or sports bra, you had always kept it on. Even when it was extremely hot. More often than not, he found himself resting his palm against your forehead to cool you off.

It hadn’t been very hot, but Aizawa decided to run everyone ragged with combat training, so everyone was partnered up. Todoroki had been partnered with Denki and you had been paired up with Eijirou.

As he sat with his classmates, watching the two of you spar, he was quite impressed. Not that he doubted your skill but both fighting styles were drastically different. Eijirou and his quirk relied on close combat while your quirk worked best with long-range. He could see the frustration on your face when Eijirou kept charging towards you and engaging in hand to hand.

As the fight went on, Kirishima had hardened his forearm and hand, kinda like a makeshift blade and as he took you down, he had accidentally cut the top of your gym uniform. As the dust settled and the both of you got up, the tear in your clothes allowed the whole class to see your back and shoulders, skin littered with scars. All were different in size, color, severity, etc.

Everyone was stunned silent, not having expected anything like this.

“(Y/n)...what happened?” You could feel the breeze on your back and the pity in Kirishima’s eyes made you angry.

Everyone suddenly snapped into realization. Various questions of; ‘who did that to you?’, ‘where did those come from?’ and whatnot were shot at you from different directions. He could see you slowly being overwhelmed by everything. His heart dropped as he made eye contact with you, your eyes tired and filled with tears.

“That’s ENOUGH!” Everyone froze and looked at Todoroki with wide eyes, his voice booming.

Sensing the tension starting to rise, Aizawa sighed.

“Alright everyone settle down. Training is over, get back to class. (Y/n). A word.”

Reluctantly, Todoroki followed the boys into the locker room and changed into his school uniform. When everyone was out and he returned outside to the training grounds, you and Aizawa weren’t there so he had gone back to the locker rooms. He knocked and called out to you.

“Can I come in?” He heard a meek ‘yeah.’ So he carefully made his way inside.

There you were, dressed in your school uniform and sat on a bench with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking.

“(Y/n)...” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, he winced when you looked up at him. IIt ached him to see your beautiful eyes tainted by tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Sho…” Your bottom lip quivered.

“Please, don’t apologize.” He opened his arms. You stood up and basically collapsed into them, clutching onto the back of his blazer. “Just always remember that I may understand more than anyone else will. I’ll never judge you, you know that right?”

“I know…It’s just, ugh-” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “I don’t want anyone to change how they look at me because of what my parents did to me and when everyone saw, and they were asking all of their questions, their eyes...they were just full of pity.”

“Then look into mine.”

And when you did, you didn’t see pity.

You saw admiration. You saw belonging. Love. Understanding.

“Nothing will ever change with me, (Y/n).” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I will always be here for you.”

#anon request #bnha #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #mha #shouto todoroki x gn!reader #bakugou katsuki x gn!reader #shouto todoroki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #angst #comfort

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elizabethemerald · 3 years

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Spring in Nicodranas

Jester leaned over the prow of the ship as the Nein Heroes slowly pulled into port. A bright smile was permanently pulling at her lips. Nicodranas in the spring was always a welcome sight to behold. With one hand still holding a line while the wind whipped her skirts around her ankles, she wove her hand through the air, pink sigils hanging in the air for the sending spell.

“Hey Caleb! It’s Jester, Fjord and I are back in Nicodranas for a few days. Could you pick up the others so we can watch momma sing?”

She felt like maybe she had gotten cut off there at some point but she wasn’t worried. Caleb knew what she meant. Sure enough only a few seconds later Caleb replied, a slight laugh in his voice.

“Ja, Jester, We will meet you at the Chateau. Could you message Beauregard to ensure she’s home and decent? I don’t want to interrupt anything.”

Jester nods to herself as she preps another sending spell. One of the biggest problems of being able to teleport directly into the living rooms of the their friends is it sometimes had fun consequences. Well Caleb would probably consider it awkward at least.

“Hi Beau! Caleb is coming by to pick you up, are you home? Are you naked? Oh! Are you and Yasha having super hot sex?”

“Hey Jessie, thanks for the warning. We’ll be dressed when Caleb gets here. Looking forward to seeing you again. Tell Fjord we’re working out tomorrow.”

She cackles to herself a little, Fjord is going to be so upset to have to work out again. He enjoyed their time at sea because he didn’t have do Beau’s super difficult work out routine. She had one last message to send, as her fingers danced through the air.

“Heya Veth!! We’re meeting at the Chateau today, momma is singing. Bring Yeza and Luc and we’ll all have fun together. Oh my gosh, I saw the craziest seagull yesterday!”

“Sure thing Jester. We wouldn’t miss it. I have to pick up Luc from daycare and we’ll be there. Also you got cut off there.”

Jester smiled to herself and was about to send another message when she realized the Nine Heroes was moving alongside the dock. She jumped to get her hands on the ropes. Getting a ship this large properly docked took a lot of work and needed all hands. Including hers.

When the ship was finally tied off and Orly had started to unload the cargo. Fjord pulled Jester aside, gently wiping her bangs out of her face. She was surprised to see he was wearing his fanciest captain’s outfit.

“Ah, Fjord! Look at you! Why are you dressing all fancy? We’re home, we can relax!”

“Well your mother is performing tonight. I feel silly showing up looking like a mess.” He said smoothly.

“Ooh, should I dress up too? We can make it a fancy date night!”

“That sounds like a great idea, you go get dressed, I’ll finish up here.” Fjord said.

Jester dashed off to their cabin. She only rarely got a chance to wear her fanciest dresses, so it would be nice to get super dressed up. It took her a few minutes to find which dress she wanted to wear and to make herself as dolled up as possible.

Soon enough she and Fjord were walking through the evening air of Nicodranas arm in arm. She had a wide smile on her face as they walked.

Waiting outside the doors of the Chateau were the rest of the Mighty Nein. Jester was surprised that they were all dressed just as fancy as her and Fjord. Caleb was wearing his Xhorhasian jacket and a suit. Yasha was wearing her crushed velvet black dress. Beau of course looked as stunning as her fists in her gray suit. Essek and Caduceus had also dressed for the occasion and to her surprise, Kingsley was there! He had his own ship now and she rarely saw him.

When the group stepped through the door they found Veth, Yeza and Luc sitting around a table. Jester cheered and hugged her friend, chattering happily with the Nein as they all settled down at the table. Food was ordered, drinks filled, and they all seemed ready for the performance to start.

Jester looked around, normally her momma’s performances completely filled the seats, but now there were only a few people sitting around. As she looked around closer there were other things that seemed off to her. Why were all of the Nein dressed in their fanciest? Fjord was sweating, why was he so nervous? Some of the conversation seemed stilted, like the others were waiting for something. Even Sprinkle was acting differently, relaxing on the table top, watching her and Fjord.

She was just about to ask about the strangeness when the music started up for her momma’s performance. Whatever was going on would have to wait until after. The other guests seemed to fade away as Marion stepped down the stairs, her voice already carrying through the air.

Marion’s performance was breath taking as it ever was. She sang a new song, about a sailor and a princess and the adventures they got up to as they fell in love. Jester sighed dreamily, as the song ramped up to a crescendo. Then just as the sailor was going to propose to the princess, Marion stopped singing, her arm outstretched towards the table the Nein sat at.

Jester looked around in confusion. The people in the crowd had all disappeared. And Caleb’s programmed illusion had changed to show scenes of the Mighty Nein in amber. Meeting up for the first time, saving each other, fighting side by side. Scene after scene of their adventures drifted through the air around her. Sprinkle sat and stared at her with twinkling eyes, a small barely visible green cloak wrapped around his shoulders.

Fjord stood up, straightened his jacket, then knelt down in front of her.

Her hands flew to face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

“Jester Lavorre. I have loved you for so long. Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man on land or sea. WIll you marry me?”

Jester gasped, tears sparkling in her eyes as she nodded as fast as she could. When Fjord stood up to put the ring that had been in the box on her finger, she wrapped her arms around his middle, lifting him up off his feet and spinning him around. She realized she was laughing and her smile was so wide her face was starting to hurt. She finally set him back down and let him slide the ring onto her finger.

The rest of the Mighty Nein immediately started clapping and cheering. The illusion around them changed to miniature fireworks. A few actual fire works may have gone off thanks to Beau. Jester kissed Fjord, holding him tight as around her, her family cheered. Soon the kiss evolved into a group hug as one by one the rest of the Nein piled around them clapping their backs.

Drinks were called for as they once again took their seats, Marion moving to join beside her daughter. Jester held Fjord’s hand for the rest of the night. Her heart felt full to the bursting. Love for Fjord. His love for her. Their love for their strange family. The love of the Mighty Nein for the two of them. Marion raised a toast to the pair.

“To the future stories you two will share. May you find yourself surrounded by this love at the end of each adventure.”

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scary-lasagna · 3 years

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BIRTHDAY ASK!!!!!!!

Can I have offender, Zalgo, and slender with an S/O who just so happens to be having a birthday celebration?

THANK YOU KIBBY ILYSM

Everyone should go wish @mothersfrogs a happy birthday today :]]

Offender

Would you like a romantic dinner, a night on the town, a fun picnic with stargazing? Cause that's absolutely what you're going to get.

He wants to treat you like royalty, celebrating the today you were created for fate to bring you together.

Offender is a romantic that will pour his heart out for you and make sure you'll remember today with an overwhelming feeling of adoration in your heart.

Offender can only cook averagely, so when he tries a non-average dish for breakfast...it doesn't turn out too well. But luckily DoorDash is there to the rescue and replaces your burnt food before you wake up.

Despite the lingering smell of smoke, you enjoyed the food and the piece of fine jewelry you received with Offender's comforting goofy smirk.

It was gifted in a [F/C] wrapped box topped with a matching bow.

Until dinner, you spent the day with Offender at home to be pampered with massages, kisses, and firm cuddles that you melt into.

For dinner, your boyfriend takes you to a place you'll enjoy, and then visit neighboring shops to buy you anything you look at twice (while you're not looking of course, surprises must be kept a secret until the stargazing).

This goof has found the perfect place to look over the town's glow and view the stars right before the clock struck midnight. He'll carry you on his back up the hill, and jokes around to hear ou laugh and squeal the whole way.

Your birthday is sealed with a kiss and a promise. He'll always be there to protect and cherish you.

Zalgo

Zalgo wants to buy you the world for your birthday.

But even for a demon king, that may prove to be a bit too much as a gift.

He'll rack his brain to think of the perfect gift for you, or perhaps he should get a mountain of gifts. That way, it's a lesser chance you won't be displeased.

He might send some minions to spy on you, just to look over your shoulder while you're on you're laptop or phone. But nothing shows good enough to be a birthday gift.

He wants you to enjoy your day, and let you know how much he loves you.

It stresses him out so much that he forgets about the cake.

He organizes a party that the both of you manage to slip away from after five minutes of slicing the cake, onto a faraway balcony tucked in a corner of the castle.

"Forgive me, I haven't given you your gift yet." It was rare you heard such a soothing voice from the king, as if he focused all of his energy into a singular sedative voice.

Compared to how he normally sounds with the whole multiple voice thing, it was quite pleasing to hear.

When opening the box, you found a singular handwritten letter in the most beautiful handwriting you've ever seen. Attached was a small bracelet with Zalgo's emblem engraved into the black charm.

The night ended with you on the verge of tears from the letter, and you've never hugged your lover so tightly.

Slender

Birthdays are special and should be treated as such.

Slender will be there when you awake, soothing your tiredness away with a kiss on the forehead and setting down your breakfast in bed.

Your food is accompanied by a black crystal shard that sparkles in the dim bedroom lighting. Slender explains the beauty of it, and the power it contains.

It's embedded with magic, the user who beholds this delicacy in meditation will relive one of their fondest memories.

Also judging by the looks of it, it's awfully pricey, and you're almost scared to hold it in case it slips from your hand.

After breakfast, you join Slender for a nature walk through an overseas forest he discovered when searching for the perfect place for a picnic.

You teased him when birds kept landing on his shoulders and head, possibly thinking he was a very odd-looking tree.

And of course, he offhandedly made a remark about your own height and wondered out loud how you haven't gotten lost through the tall shrubbery.

Slender has planned this day from start to finish, and hopes that you enjoy the beautiful field he's set up for a lunch picnic.

Of course, he may have used a little bit of magic to spawn a few clusters of your favorite flowers, but he pretends he didn't notice until after he made you an exquisite flower crown.

The happy birthday's you receive are immeasurable, and even though he took a risk by being simple, you really couldn't be happier spending time with Slender in a flower field.

#frog fren #offender #zalgo #slender #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #bithday #sorry this is a little late than usual! I switched up an ask so I could post this today #Zalgo's letter is a surprise up to the wonders of your own imagination :]#ilysm too!!! Thank you for being an amazing and supportive friend all this time :]]

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I need some jealous/possessive Mikey lol

in which michael gets jealous

It was a pattern. Maybe that’s why Michael hated the beginning of semesters. To see all the new transfers who didn’t know him, and worse didn’t know you were claimed by him. He couldn't exactly blame them. If you were in his classes, he was sure he would’ve been quickly taken in by you as well.

Your kind smiles, your intelligence, your tendency to make everyone feel important and the approachable aura around you. Not to mention the way you managed to look at once cute, in need of defense, and beautiful. But that was all for him.

Your smiles, the feeling of your skin on his, your kisses, your love. It was all for him, he had gotten you to be his. And somehow the thought that others didn’t know that, that they thought they had a chance to be the ones to receive your affection was frustrating. He didn’t want to share your affections with anyone. Especially ones that were so arrogant to think they could try to entrance you just a few days after seeing you for the first time. As if Michael, crazy as it may seem to everyone including himself, hadn’t earned your love, as if he wasn’t your soulmate who never had any plans of letting you go.

He was your first everything and he intended to be your only. Sure he understood what made you so alluring to boys but it was the same reasons he was so protective over you. No one else would get a taste of your innocence, partly because apart from the facade you still had in public, there wasn’t much left thanks to him. He had stolen that doe-eyed little girl everyone else saw away and made you into his. His girlfriend to do whatever he pleased with and his girlfriend who loved him so completely and had eyes for no one else. You wouldn’t look at any other man like you looked at him, you were so completely infatuated and knew no one else could make you feel as good and as loved as Michael did.

Sometimes he felt like a dark cloud of shadows behind the sun when he stood beside you, tainting and ruining you. But if it meant you were so happy to bear his marks both invisible and visible; marks that you were taken by Michael, he was fine with it.

But even those marks seemed to be useless at diverting the new students flooding his campus every semester.

Because how could they be effective when they had no idea who Michael was and what he was capable of. Sure the whispers floating around about him were terrifying but rumors always exaggerated the truth.

At least that’s what Oliver kept repeating to himself and to his roommate whenever the much more experienced student tried to dissuade whatever his intentions were with you. Oliver was a transfer so it was expected for him to be a bit too quick to make his mind up about liking you. I mean you were pretty, kind and seemed to radiate an energy that made everyone feel comfortable and important. It was a shame really that someone so jarringly different from you had taken you.

But Benjamin, his roommate who had been at the university for years and knew quite well about your relationship with Michael didn’t think it was so expected for him to be so stupid as to blow off any warnings he tried to give him.

“What I’m hearing is that her boyfriend sucks.” Oliver said to Benjamin but his eyes never left your form, bent over a textbook even in the very beginning of the semester right outside of the library. The sun seemed to be shining on you just right to give you a heavenly glow. As if Oliver needed any extra help seeing you as an angel.

The moment he saw you in his anatomy class he was hooked. He saw the way you acted. The kind smiles and voice, the friendliness with which you regarded the strangers beside you, your colleagues. The pretty way you carried yourself, gentle movements and demure demeanor that made you modest and shy but the look in your eye that showed just how intelligent you were and confident in that. Being in your vicinity was like a breath of fresh air. You felt…well, innocent. Like a doll. The pure happiness and allure innocence brings. Maybe it was that very same aura that attracted so many less than well intentioned men to you; the defenseless look in your eye, the delicate shyness that he was sure every male in the vicinity would love to crack. It would bring primal urges out of anyone.

He’d heard everything about you since. Apparently you were popular, but mostly because of your boyfriend. Whom Oliver couldn’t quite fathom had been able to steal your heart from all of the things he’s heard about him. He wasn’t anyone that Oliver thought would even catch your eye if the rumors were true. How could someone like that be able to call someone so light and upright his.

He hadn’t ever seen the guy. Not that he wanted to, now that he began to understand that his interest was in you he had no reason to be face to face with the person in his way. Besides, the little issue of you having a boyfriend that everyone said didn’t deserve you shouldn’t be hard to handle. His charm was legendary in his hometown, after all. Pair that with someone that people say looks like the grim reaper at your sunny side, he thought he had a good chance.

Oliver was never shy. Always outgoing, confident. And how could he not be, he was attractive and his friendly demeanor made him popular. That wouldn’t change even in a new school, a new much bigger college.

“What’s the harm in talking to her, right? And I mean…” He smirked cockily, “If I get her to like me and dump him, then that’s just a bonus.”

Benjamin buried his face in his hands in frustration, “Dude, you’re not listening. I’m telling you Michael…”

And there it was. The name. Michael. It was all Oliver ever heard whispered on campus. As if the guy was an enigma or a legend. The very name brought people to stop whether in fear or in awe. Again, the thought that the sweet girl in his class could be that guy’s girlfriend was almost beyond his comprehension. Defied all the rules he thought were unspoken and in place.

He heard his name for the first time after his first class with you. The only seat available was the one next to you because he arrived so late, he got lost on the way. And the welcoming smile you gave him made all his first day nerves disappear. The way you asked him about himself with that angelic smile, what it felt to be a new transfer and how he was doing with finding friends and finding his classes, listened to his thoughts about the first day. Even soothing his worries and offering any help you could. It made him feel important and comfortable.

It was what wouldn’t leave his mind as his thoughts constantly flowed back to you.

“…and I’m not trying to get into problems with Michael just because my roommate is a dip shit who can’t listen to what people are trying to tell him.”

“It’s fine…” Oliver dismissed his comments, his voice raspy and almost sing songy as he took a step in your direction. “I can handle it.”

Besides he wasn’t around. Even if he was, Oliver thought he could play it off as if he wasn’t flirting. What’s the worst the guy could do?

When you looked up at him as you felt someone stand in front of you, instead of having to squint against the sun, it seemed as if the sunlight shone perfectly to make your eyes sparkle. Oliver might have been holding his breath at the sight of you when you smiled endearingly.

“Hi.” You said softly, the front strands of your hair draped over your shoulder while you pushed the rest of it behind your back. “Oliver, right? From anatomy?”

Oliver was mute as he nodded. To hear you not only say his name but to know that you remembered it made him instantly feel more confident and significant. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. He was attractive, funny and you were perfect for him, kind, docile. It was almost meant to be. How it should be, as he has seen all his life in movies and songs. The good guy gets the girl. Always. You’d see that easily enough, even if currently you were rebelling against the rules, because it would become apparent with enough time spent with him. Enough charming he did.

“Can I sit here?” He asked, pointing to the empty spot in the bench beside you and slid into it easily when you nodded silently. “What are you reading?”

He was aware he was leaning close to you when he pretended to want to read whatever textbook was in your hands and he wondered if it was out of niceness that you didn’t pull away or if it was something else. His looks did make it easy for girls to want to be close to him physically. He couldn’t help but notice when he glanced at you, the light purple marks littering your neck. They were big and would definitely be darker if it weren't for the foundation you used to try to cover them. He could see them from your neck to your collarbone and some even peaking out from the top of your dress, right where the swell of your breasts started. It seemed like Michael liked to stake his claim for everyone to see.

“Just some anatomy, actually, funnily enough.” You shrugged easily, your nose crinkling in a sheepish smile. “I wanted to read ahead before class.”

Oliver hummed, meeting your smile. “Pretty and smart”

You knew you probably shouldn’t giggle at that. But you did anyway. Compliments were always nice. You realize he was flirting when he said that but it was harmless. He couldn’t have meant anything more out of it. But then again, sometimes you forgot that there were new students on campus now that didn’t know that you were Michael’s girlfriend or even who Michael was, which only ended up bringing trouble.

“That’s sweet. You went to a community college right? There’s a lot more options here so with that kind of talk I’m sure you’ll get the girl you want in no time.” You were trying to be friendly, closing the book and giving him your attention. He seemed like a sweet guy. Outgoing, sociable and just a little nervous, maybe a little flirty.

It was cute, in a puppy kind of way. You didn’t really have many friends like that, it was refreshing. You hoped he had a good year, found the friends he had confided in you with feeling a little lost at in such a bigger and more individualistic environment than he was used to. He was definitely someone you could imagine being friends with either way, if he needed one. It was easy to talk to him, you found that out pretty quickly when you welcomed him in anatomy, noting the way he looked just a bit shy and lost when he first sat down.

A few years ago you would’ve been the shy, nervous mess in her first year of college. But now, after meeting Michael, you were confident, had found her voice and who she was and you weren’t sure who to thank for that, college or Michael. Maybe both.

“I’m looking at the girl I want right now.” Oliver noted the way you eyes opened in surprised, your mouth opening quickly with a slight frown on your lips. Too much too fast. So he would have to take his time with you. He could do that. Better to let you believe it was just a joke, a token of his flirty personality. It wasn’t completely a lie anyway.

He chuckled and shook his head, “No, but really. With the way things are going, I don’t think I’ll be getting friends let alone a girl in a while. Why is everyone so…solitary here?”

Your warmth came back when you nodded as if you understood his words, relieved that what you thought was a blossoming friendship hadn’t turned into something awkward. Your body was turned to him and he turned to you, your knees were touching but he was sure you didn’t even realize.

“Well, it’s a big school.” You started out, looking out into the grassy Quad in front of you where students were sitting by themselves in benches, below trees, in hammocks. “There’s so many people you’re not really likely to be able to get to know someone and keep seeing them often.”

“But I see you out of class!” He pointed at you jokingly and smiled when you laughed. Melodic.

“I guess that’s true. If that’s it, then I can be your friend!”

“Really?” His voice was more excited than he wanted it to be but he didn’t mind it when he made you giggle again at his antics. Really like a puppy. “That’d be great! Hey, if you give me your number we can-”

He stopped speaking so abruptly and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. Partly because the sunlight that was shining from behind you suddenly went away as a big shadow covered you and Oliver. Sure enough, with a glance behind you and upwards, your eyes met your boyfriend.

Your very pissed off boyfriend. His jaw was set and his eyes were staring unshakenly at Oliver with a look so angry and cold you were sure it could turn hell into ice. He was wearing a white tank and ripped jeans. The white contrasted with his exposed tattoos, showing the union of his tattoos from his fingers all the way to his neck and down his chest. It showed his muscles without anything to hide them. His hair fell messily over his forehead. If it wasn’t for the situation you would probably be drooling over how good he looked.

“Mikey.” Your smile left Oliver and went to Michael, looking at him lovingly with your doe eyes. One of your hands reached out and took his balled up hand in your grasp. Your warmth was now on the man that Oliver felt cold with fear just looking at. The juxtaposition had Oliver unconsciously moving away from you.

He’d heard about Michael but he never imagined he’d look like that. Or maybe it was more shocking when next to you. His size was daunting enough. Oliver wasn’t a short guy but Michael had a good five inches on him and his shoulder width made him seem even bigger. Certainly with you sitting in front of him looking petite and dainty, he looked like a giant. Shown by the way your hand covering his barely covered most of his hand. When you stood to greet him, your head barely skimmed his chest. If you were to kiss or if Michael were to grab you, it almost seemed to Oliver like you could very easily break.

And his tattoos, each blending together in various scenes, some gory and some symbolic. Up to his neck and everywhere, every piece of skin displayed was covered in ink. Pain was definitely not something he feared, maybe even liked. If Oliver read right, his fingers themselves were telling him what Michael was likely thinking: FUCK YOU.

His face was stoic, emotionless. It was almost creepy to be in his gaze like that. He seemed like someone capable of anything. And that was not a good thing.

Flashes of your smiling face, your gentle voice and kind eyes filled Oliver’s mind. Your skin that looked so sensitive and pure. It didn’t fit with what your boyfriend represented. It was wrong. Someone so defenseless looking was with someone who looked like the hunting predator. And worse for you to smile up and look at him with all the trust and love in the world. Made him seem like the most important guy in the world. Like he was someone that deserved to be showered with this love. How could he possibly have ensnared someone like you when you were so clearly from different worlds. Could someone like that even give you love? Not like you deserved, not like someone like Oliver who was more similar to you could.

Even when Michael glanced down at you, he didn’t smile. No aspect of his face showed any warmth or love to an outsider looking in. He was cold even to the girl that radiated warmth and happiness. But despite that you must have seen something he didn’t, known him more than he has heard anyone else did, because you smiled brightly and wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging yourself into him.

“This is Oliver, he’s in my anatomy class.” You said, mumbling with your cheek squished against his arm. So cute, so innocent. So…wrong when it was next to Michael who tilted his head as he stared at Oliver, especially when Oliver’s gaze was on you. It was an eerie feeling, as if he was thinking of all the ways he could murder him right where he stood. Or the ways he could beat him to a pulp without you freaking out or getting upset. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move to introduce himself. Silence.

But you, either oblivious to the tension or purposely ignoring it, continued. “Oliver this is my boyfriend, Michael.”

Oliver smiled nervously. He had told Ben he could handle it. And just because it was a little more than he expected, didn’t mean he couldn’t. He couldn’t flirt with a girl he knew had a boyfriend without a backup plan.

“Hey man.” He said, thankful that his tone didn’t betray him but he was sure the white pallor of his face definitely did. “I’ve actually heard a lot about you, kind of a legend around here, huh?”

He chuckled which as not reciprocated by Michael who clenched and unclenched his fist. Restraint, at least when you were around. If you weren’t around, Oliver would already be on the ground bleeding.

It took all his efforts not to do just that when he first saw you with him. You were sitting too close when he saw you. Then the smiles and laughs he brought out of you, that looked so natural. Sometimes, Michael thought about the type of guy others imagined you being with. Someone more kindhearted, matching your personality. But seeing it in person made his blood run hot. The sight of the possibility of you finding someone more suitable for you, someone so different from Michael that could show you just what you were missing, had him angry.

Because no matter what, no matter how different, you were made for him. He knew that. He loved you and he cherished the love you gave him, the smiles and affection you reserved for him that made him feel so cared for. He didn’t want to share that. And as he heard your cute giggle, that he’d heard so many times, at whatever the younger boy was saying to you, he knew that the stranger thought he actually had a chance.

Even when you were so obviously his, when Michael had marked you in so many ways to prove that and when you loved him. His arrogance to think otherwise, that he could change your mind, had Michael wanting to show him just how wrong he was. The smiles you were giving him, the laughs, weren’t special not like the ones you gave him. He’d never see you the way Michael had, shyly blushing at his words, cuddled up next to him in your sleep, naked and trembling. You were only ever going to be Michael’s and nothing and no one can change that. Especially not a gullible little second year.

Oliver cleared his throat. He could see why Benjamin didn’t want any problems with Michael now. But, Oliver’s agreeableness usually led him out of trouble.

“Yeah your girl and I…” Wrong choice of words. He noted the way Michael’s already angry gaze narrowed violently. “…were just talking about our class together. It’s my first year here so she’s been a really big help so far, my first friend I guess.” He chuckled as he tried to emphasize the word friend.

But then his next move was a habit, really. The fact that his hand was reaching out to touch your arm. He was the type of guy that touched people he felt comfortable with. But he realized his mistake immediately when his wrist got caught by a firm, crushing hold. Oliver cried out.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” The first words Michael spoke to him. Your boyfriend’s voice was gravelly, matching his intimidating appearance.

And Oliver had expected him to be strong. Especially from all the stories of his aggressive behavior and fights he had heard. But his hold was more painful than he expected. Oliver winced as his hand was flung away from you.

You tittered nervously next to Michael. You weren’t stupid, you knew Oliver was being a bit too friendly with you. But he hadn’t tried anything full on so you didn’t really mind. Thinking that he’d get over any little crush he could have on you quickly. It had to be because you were the first person to be welcoming to him rather than him actually liking you as a person. So you let him have his fun, not wanting to be mean and crush his feelings especially when he’s already been feeling nervous.

“Mikey, it’s okay.” You whispered, pulling away just enough for your hands to go to his chest soothingly. You felt his arm wrap around your body, resting on your ass possessively and you hated yourself for clenching your thighs together at the action. You were against him being so violent, of course you were. But why did his possessiveness have to be so hot. Especially when he was staking a claim on you publicly, showing everyone how much he loved you. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just go home.”

“Yeah, man, we were just talking I didn’t mean…” But maybe Michael could see through his innocent appearance because he sneered before Oliver could finish.

“Drop the ‘shy’ act. You were leaning towards her like a loser trying to get laid.” Michael reached out and balled his fists into Oliver’s jacket. “And the only reason you’re not getting the shit beat out of you right now is because she’s here.”

Your hands reached out to Michael’s extended one. “Michael! Let him go, you know how I feel about-”

And Michael did what you said. Unfortunately, though, that just meant Oliver fell backwards onto the ground at the force Michael used to push him away. And Michael leaned down just enough to speak again while you scrambled to get your things to be prepared to stop him if he went out of control. Oliver looked up at him with wide eyes, Michael was taller than him beforehand but now Michael had the complete power.

“You knew who I am but you decided to flirt with my girl anyway, tried to touch her, asked for her number. Like you don’t give a fuck what happens to you. Let me save you the trouble of trying to get her to like you, she won’t.” He took a hold of Oliver’s hair painfully and pulled his head backwards, “Because she’s mine, the sweet shy girl you see has someone like me as a boyfriend, and you should fucking learn that quickly for your first year here. Everything about her, everything you like, is mine, mine to do whatever I want to. And she wouldn’t waste her time on a boring fuck like you. Not when she has me.” Not when he could fight for you like no one else could.

“Michael,” You were pulling on his shoulder, “He didn’t mean anything by it. He’s new, he didn’t know.”

Michael looked at you once before back at Oliver. He knew the way Oliver had been looking at you well. Because it was how he looked at you. The way only he should look at you. “He knew but didn’t care because he thought he could get you to like him anyway. To like that he was funny and shy. Admit it.”

Michael let him go as Oliver nodded rapidly, “I-I’m sorry, dude. Yeah, yeah I was flirting with her because I thought she’d like me easily but I had no idea….I mean I did but I didn’t think-”

“Think that I’d see through your shitty act.” Michael stood up straight, moving behind you and wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands gripped your inner thighs while the other cupped below your breasts over the fabric of your dress. You couldn’t help the embarrassed and shy blush adorning you as Michael held you out so Oliver could see the entirety of just how he was groping you, how you were letting him. His mocking smile was right next to your ear. “Hear that, little one? He was playing with you. Making you think he wanted to be your friend when in reality all he wanted was to try to fuck you.”

“No!” Oliver shook his head, looking at you with pleading eyes to not believe your boyfriend’s cruel words. Pointedly ignoring the way Michael was very visibly staking his claim in front of him. Humiliation coursed through him. “I…I actually really like you, it wasn’t like that. I’m sorry, I should have respected the fact that you were taken.”

You were still shaking at how Michael had touched you, debating between being humiliated and being so absolutely turned on at the feelings of his hands and the knowledge of him showing anyone that you were his. You were weak whenever he treated you so roughly, in and out of bed. He reinforced it, taught you to love it. This was no exception.

So when Michael began pulling you away from your shell shocked classmate, you let him. And there was a twisted satisfaction in Michael when you chose to go with him, like you always would. You loved him.

You were silent on the entire way to your apartment, which you led. It was an angry silence, as you proved when you crossed your arms as soon as he closed the door behind you two.

It was more so feeling bad for the guy than anger. You knew he was flirting and it wasn’t fair to Michael to expect him to be okay with it, but you thought of the way Oliver was so energetic and sweet, it felt wrong to treat him so badly. You could have even seen yourself being friends with him. He was only complimenting you anyway. Besides, crush or not, you were sure he would’ve gotten over it eventually. But maybe he was exaggerating his personality to match yours just like Michael claimed. “I feel so bad.”

“I don’t feel bad for that motherfucker trying to flirt with my girl.” Michael muttered darkly. His eyes cut sharply to you. When he approached you, you felt very much like a prey watching her predator stalk towards you until your back hit the wall behind you. “You wanted me to be nice? After he thought he could fucking touch you in front of me. After making you blush and giggle like that.”

“I was not blushing.”

His hand came up to your face and squished your cheeks together, “Please.” He sneered. “I could see the way you were soaking it up, him pining after you like a pathetic puppy. I can’t believe you didn’t let me beat the shit out of him like he deserved, if he wants to act like the idiot he looks like then I’d make him learn that you’re mine. They don’t deserve any part of you, because it’s already for me.” Your smiles, your affection, your innocence, your laughs, your blush. Everything.

You gifted him all those when you fell in love with him and he wasn’t going to let anyone else get a piece. Or think they can earn it and take it, and you, away from him. As if they ever could. He was the one home with you right then. “They can try as much as they fucking want but I got you and tainted, marked, you as mine a long time ago and there’s nothing they can do about it. Fuck, I hate transfers.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed and you felt your heart clanging at his gaze. Oh how the tables turned from you being the mad one to being putty in his hands at the first sign of him treating you a bit rougher from the jealousy coursing through him. “He thought he had a chance when your with me. When he can’t even fucking look me in the eyes without shrinking back. You wanted to keep giggling like a little schoolgirl at his compliments?”

You shook your head submissively, “N-no. I wasn’t. He was just nice and I wanted to make him feel welcome.”

Michael tsk’d dismissively before leaning down to kiss you. His kiss was hungry and angry and you couldn’t help but melt against him as you allowed his tongue to explore your mouth deeper. His fingers were in your hair. “Is that how you welcome other guys, by letting those wimps flirt and touch you when your boyfriend isn’t around?”

His words were mean but he didn’t give you a chance to retort. “I should have had him bleeding at my feet the moment he leaned in too close to you.” He said threateningly, “Those assholes forget who you belong to the moment they see you alone.”

Your whine at his words turned into a helpless gasp when he lifted you up slightly on the wall you were leaning against, just enough for only the very tip of one of your foot to remain on the floor while he went on his knees in front of you. “Wonder what he’d say to know that the nice little girl you are only ever gets her pussy wet for her mean and aggressive boyfriend who’s too big for her. That’s why you were fucking soaking the moment I stopped the dumbass from touching you.”

Michael slid your panties down your legs, the very ones he was sure that second year fantasized about being able to see and discard just like Michael was currently doing without a second thought.

His lips were on your soaking cunt as soon as soon as he finished talking. His tongue lapping at your juices and crevices between your slit like a starving man. Your gasps were broken and breathy and you couldn’t do much except throw your head back against the wall. Your other leg was thrown over his shoulder as he worked on your clit, suckling and nibbling.

A gasp tore through you as he pulled away only to spit on your exposed pussy filthily before his mouth returned to its work. Your hand was in his hair as he licked flatly on your core before his tongue began teasing your entrance. You knew this was coming the second you saw him so mad at the Quad. And you were more than glad to anticipate it. “Yes, I do. Love watching you show them how pathetic they are to even try when I have you. So big and scary. Only love you, only you.”

Your hips were grinding against his lips and he rewarded the words you knew he would love by entering his middle and ring finger into you. The stretch was delicious even if it was nothing compared to his cock. And the feeling of them moving in and out of your cunt as he never stopped eating you out had your face scrunching as a particularly loud moan left your dropped mouth. It was almost too much.

“Is that why you toy with their health by trying to pissing me off?” Michael moved his fingers faster inside of you and you could practically feel your orgasm coming. He always managed to get you to your release quickly.

You pulled at his hair as he grabbed your hips and pulled you deeper into his mouth, his hands squeezing your hips tightly and almost painfully from how mad he was. “I’m sorry.” You chanted, “So sorry. Didn’t mean it. I won’t do it again.”

You were submitting to him so perfectly, apologizing just like he wanted to hear. He was hard the moment you denied wanting your classmates affection. The dismissive way you didn’t care about him because your love and affection was solely for your boyfriend. Michael. But to hear you apologize, solidifying just how much you’d choose him and his needs and feelings over everyone else. How you would always be obedient to him, how easily he could dominate you to submission even after other men tried to take you away. Apologizing because he was the only man that should ever be receiving your affections like that, the only one that was capable of putting you in this state.

He needed to be inside you, immediately. Claim you completely. Like you were practically begging to be. He never knew the word sorry could be so hot. At least when moaned out like that, it had to be.

If it weren’t for Michael’s hands on you and the wall behind you, you were sure you would have collapsed already. You didn’t have enough strength to hold yourself up, you could barely feel your legs as Michael swirled his tongue on your clit, his fingers moving rapidly in your entrance so much so that you could practically hear the noises at your wetness.

Your leg over his shoulder pushed him in further as your entire body shook. The only leg holding you up gave out but you stayed in place as he pushed you against the wall even harder than before. His name left your mouth in a moaning, broken mess of syllables. Even as your body rode out your orgasm, his mouth never stopped its lapping of your juices. In fact, you felt rather than heard his deep moan at the taste of your release.

His entire mouth and even bottom of his nose were wet from your wetness and cum as he stood up, towering over you once again. You were panting as you looked up at him but his eyes were as angry as ever.

You tried to give him the most innocent naive eyes you could to calm him, and you couldn’t help but whimper apologetically under his gaze, “Daddy…”

“Shut up,” He growled out. “Gotta fucking remind you who you belong to.”

One of his hands pushed down the straps of your dress. When he positioned himself to your entrance and entered you in one rough thrust, not giving you time to adjust to the new girth that was filling you up so nicely, the front of your dress fell away from covering you.

Your back flush against the wall, you moaned out when his warm mouth suckled and licked at your tits. His mouth alternated between them as he thrusted into you. Your body moved against the concrete and your legs around him to hold yourself up only served to push him deeper into you.

Maybe it was the position that had you so helpless but each inch he moved inside you, you felt your cunt being stretched apart impossibly so. He filled your little cunt so completely that with only a few inches of him inside, you could look down and see the girth of the rest of his dick look wider and bigger than your entrance should be able to fit. You clenched around him at the sight and he groaned in your ear as you did, sheathing himself in his entirety into you. You were tight but he had trained your body to take him impossibly well.

His hips thrusted into you at a fast pace and you threw your head back against the wall at the feeling of his cock running along your walls. Moans and gasps left you, as his thick length filled you up, claiming every part of you that only he had ever, and will ever, feel. He was so long, you body spasmed each time you felt him bottom out in you.

“So good” You whimpered out, your hands tightening their hold around his shoulders.

You were helpless to do anything but just clench around him as each thrust pushed you further into the wall. It almost hurt but you were too desperate for him and into the pleasure to notice or care. The only thing holding you up was Michael’s arms. But if your pleasured sounds were anything to go by, you didn’t mind the submissive position you were in.

In fact, Michael’s groans each time your walls hugged him tighter, sucking him in further and begging to go harder, showed that you loved it. He watched your face carefully, your mouth lolling open and your eyes glazed with tears of pleasure. His thrusts seemed more punctuated than before, barely giving you enough time to moan out as the sound of skin slapping increased.

Each thrust racked your body. He bounced you on his cock with each thrust, his strength to do so had you moaning out. Your small frame was almost completely concealed by his large one. The only parts of you that could be seen where your extremities that hung onto him and the pleasure he was providing you. Your tiny body was what made it so easy to use you like he set out to do. To claim you so entirely.

“He looked so fucking happy at getting you to laugh, got his dick hard just by talking to you. All of that, yet I’m the one that’s fucking you right after.” Michael pushed your dress up. It was basically useless by then, limping hanging on to your body just by your waist, the top had been pulled down to expose your tits to him and the bottom moved up to your waist so he could see himself driving into you, stretching you out impossibly at his size.

“Wonder, fuck, what he’d think to know that no matter how much he tried, the girl he likes is milking my cock like the slut I made you become. Letting the guy that nearly pummeled him fuck her raw, minutes after he tried to get you to just notice him.”

Your hips circled as you ground against him. His words were too much. They were cruel but somehow, you felt yourself get wetter, whining for him to take you harder. You were his to do whatever he wanted. You didn’t care if anyone else liked you, because you knew your boyfriend would let them know proudly that you weren’t available. You were already claimed, by him. You loved feeling so protected and wanted.

“He’s too late. You’re already mine. Already ruined you, took away that innocence he likes so much just for me. Only I will ever get to have you like this, what he can just fantasize about. The guy he got scared shitless of just because of how I looked so different next to you made you into a dumb cock-hungry whore. Can’t even think about anything other than my cock in you.”

You were nodding along without even realizing it wearing a fucked out expression. Especially when Michael’s hand came up to your neck, squeezing it enough that you breathed in a breath of surprise. Your eyes nearly rolled back with high pitched, broken moans when he hammered into you, until his balls hit your skin and your hips met his. It was so fast, so rough, and so good.

“You want a nice guy?” You whimpered at his mocking tone he had taken up with you, “You like that I’m mean, don’t you?”

“Yes, yesyes. I l-love it when you’re mean, when you show others I’m yours, daddy.” Your words were slurred. So drunk at the feeling of him fucking into you so roughly. At your continued nodding, his finger came up to your chin and forced your mouth open. When he spit at you, most of it landed more on your skin and he nearly growled possessively at the sight of you so dirty covered with his spit.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours! I’m only yours. I’m sorry for not telling him t…to fuck off. So sorry. I don’t care about anyone else.” You were basically screaming as his angle changed, bringing you to your limit. He rubbed along that spot inside you that always had you seeing lights.

Your lips found his inked neck, suckling. “T-They’re all pathetic. Only you can fuck my pussy, daddy. Only you can make me feel so good.”

“Shit, say that again.”

“They’re pathetic to think they can have me.” You didn’t care how mean your words were if they pleased him. You pushed your hips as much as you could to his rhythm but at your words, he stopped you from being able to move at all.

Instead, he was holding you like nothing more than a doll, a flesh light, as he fucked into your tight hole with new vigor. The doll Oliver had seen in you was now being defiled by him. Hissing at the feeling of your wetness practically dripping down his length. The filthy squelching sounds each time he bottomed out into you might have embarrassed you if it weren’t for how lost you were at having him dominate you so completely and how Michael looked so fucked out himself, loving the words and being able to claim you, remind you that no one else could ever have you like this.

Even a nice boy that seemed like a perfect fit because you already had him, you would never need or have anyone else. But, with how you were feeling, you couldn’t imagine ever thinking about anyone else. You couldn’t speak, let alone keep your eyes open as he used you with you weak to his pace and powerful thrusts, held up just by his arms and held still by his hand on your hips.

“Taking me so good, little one.” He muttered, his voice strained. “They’re not going to fucking know who you belong to until I fuck my cum into you and get you round with my baby. Gonna knock you up so they can see that you’ll never be with them, that you’re mine. Mark you inside and out.”

They were the words that always had your heart swelling and clanging in your chest. To think of something that intimate with him, to imagine yourself carrying something that can’t be ignored or hidden to show that you were his, that he had claimed you in all ways imaginable, in ways people never would have expected between you. That the big, aggressive, mean man that many feared had taken your small, shy, sweet person and you had let him, willing and responsive. It was so hot.

You came around him instantly, biting your lip and moaning, eyelids droopy tiredly from the pleasure as you felt him continue to trust into you, fucking your cum back into you until his own thrusts got slower and sloppier.

When he came inside you, he held you close, until every last bit of his cum filled your cunt. He didn’t want to waste a drop, fill you to the brim with his seed. But still, when he began pulling out, the mixture of both of your releases dripped down your thighs. Yet still, Michael’s fingers pushed his cum back inside of you with his fingers. The overstimulation to your sore, abused cunt made you whine but you still clenched around his fingers nonetheless. Every bit the slut for him he had made you to be.

Michael was still holding you up easily, a good foot higher above the ground than you would have been if you stood by yourself. You were breathing heavy still feeling the remnants of the pleasure you had experienced just moments before at his hand. Your legs felt like jelly. If this was what it took for him to fuck you like that then maybe you had to let others flirt with you more often. Maybe you were the cock-hungry slut Michael had said you were.

You realized that you seemed pretty naive in the eyes of others. And that maybe that was why some guys liked you. But that had changed in you a long time ago, no matter how you appeared in public. You were filthy for your boyfriend, would let him do anything he wanted to you because you were more than happy to have him ruin your purity if it was for him. To have him own your body in a way no one else had ever done.

Michael finally moved you away from the wall, setting you down gently on the comfortable couch as he kissed your lips. “Did so well for me.” He mumbled. His hands were squeezing your cheeks together to make you look at him, your heart stuttered at the rough gesture. “Did you finally remember who you belonged to for next time some idiot tries to flirt with you?”

You pouted as much as you could with your face in his hand, reminded that you were actually mad at him after you had walked home. Oh how easy it was for him to completely stop your thoughts and turn you to the submissive, responsive girl that would agree to anything he said. “It’s not like I would have actually liked him like that, you didn’t have to hurt the poor guy, he was so embarrassed.”

Michael narrowed his eyes at you but you beat him to it with a big smile that he wondered how you could come up with even after the fucking he had just given you. “I was just being nice. It doesn’t matter who flirts with me, Mikey. I’m yours.” Your arms wrapped around his torso. His arms took a bit longer but eventually they wrapped around your small frame too.

You were his. There was nothing to remind you of because you knew. No matter how different you two were, he was the one you loved and the only would that would ever have intimate moments with. It was just a reinforcement that whatever moment you had had with him meant nothing because despite not being nice, funny or sociable, Michael was still the only one you’d ever give your affections to.

And if others trying to challenge that just meant that your strong boyfriend would show everyone who you belonged to, protectively, even if you trying to be nice to them and he….wasn’t, that didn’t seem so bad either.

“That was her boyfriend?” Oliver was still shaking when he returned back to his frozen roommate.

Benjamin nearly hissed back at him with a glare, “Don’t act like I didn’t warn you, asshole. You’re lucky you’re not in an ambulance right now.”

“Well yeah but I thought you were exaggerating, how are they even dating? She’s so…” Oliver was still pale with the good scare Michael had given him, saved only by your mercy.

“No one knows.” Ben muttered, finally seeming to shake out of the skittering shell he had gotten in as soon as he saw Michael approaching his roommate. He had been so careful to never cross paths with Michael but somehow, Oliver had done it in his first week there. “But they’re pretty serious, they’ve been dating for years. So if I were you, I’d drop whatever the hell fantasy you have about her. I’m not going to try to go against him for you whenever he’s finally gotten sick of you hovering over her.”

In all honesty, Oliver was used to his charm working. He was sure he would be able to at least find a place in your life, wanted it. That seemed fruitless when confronted with your boyfriend, no amount of niceness on his part would ever get through to him, give him any misguided trust in Oliver with you. It didn’t help him get you to like him and it didn’t help him get out of trouble with your boyfriend.

Certainly didn’t help him when he was forced to walk by you two. It seemed now that he had gotten on Michael’s bad side, Michael was creative with his torture. Specifically in choosing to walk you to your anatomy class. It was a sweet gesture, common in relationships. But his anterior motive was obvious when he leaned against the wall right next to the door. Keeping you with him until only a minute before class, right about the time when Oliver would be walking past to get inside on time.

That was when Michael would set his lips to yours. Taking no care in being modest for the sake of being in public. He deepened the kiss almost as soon as your lips connected, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

Maybe it would have been bearable, even with it being completely impossible for Oliver to ignore or pretend not to see when it was so blatant in front of him and where he had to go. But any semblance of endurance was crumbled the moment he made eye contact with Michael.

Michael was staring right at him, triumphant and condescending, taunting as his lips moved with yours. The same sweet lips that had always made Oliver feel so welcome. As you were on your tiptoes, eyes closed and melting against him as your tongues explored each others mouths, letting him do whatever he wanted even in public. His eyes were steady on Oliver even as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged it down slowly before kissing you deeply again.

Michael’s eyes were wide open as he stared at the guy who had dared to think of himself as a worthy adversary. He was nothing. And Michael was nearly smirking against your lips. Arrogant and the reason, the prize, was right in his arms to give reason. And Oliver was empty handed and embarrassed all over again.

Oliver wasn’t sure if the fact that he hadn’t gotten beaten to a pulp was something to be grateful for when he had to deal with this sting to his pride and feelings. It wasn’t like he wasn’t watching his back in fear either way.

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A Christmas Gift

Word Count: 4K

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader

Warning: Smut 18+ (a little filthy, you’ve been warned)

Enjoy my loves! Merry Christmas to you all, Mwah x

This is how I picture Cordelia’s dress later in the fic (may have gotten carried away so I’ll just go hide in a corner lmao)

Tagging a few of my loves💛 : @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @mssallymckenna @grilledcheeseandguavajelly @pearplate @r0an0ke @coconutlipss @minavenable @venablemayfairgoode @versonstar @veteranwerewolf95 @fandom-nsfw-things @saucy-sapphic @creepingwolfberry @nyx-aira @witchxaf @duchessfics @billiedeansbottom

A Christmas Gift

The smell of freshly baked cookies and coffee travels from the kitchen as you take in the Christmas morning. Smiling softly as you pass the living room, presents stacked high around the tree that stands tall in the corner of the room ready for a certain well behaved boy; who continues to sleep peacefully unaware that the big guy in red has been and gone. Wrapping your arms around yourself, your smile turns into a huge grin when you take in the scene before you. Ally stands by the coffee machine as she pours coffee into her mug humming quietly to the well known Christmas song that plays from the speaker, Cordelia sways softly to the beat of the joyous tune placing the cookies onto the plate at the kitchen table. Leaning against the doorframe you bask in the image before you, grinning ridiculously when you take in their red and white pyjamas that match your own. Oz had insisted that this year you all wore matching pyjamas on Christmas day and you were not to change out of them all day, Ally had put her foot down about that last part.

Cordelia notices your presence first, gazing over at you with her chocolate brown eyes so full of love as her lip twitches into a soft grin. You move away from the doorframe, tiptoeing quietly over to your blonde wife, pressing a kiss to her hair as you whisper into her ear, eyeing Ally who continues to tidy around the counter area still unaware of your presence with her back turned as the music blares from the speaker next to her.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Cordelia leans into you, a soft smile appearing on her lips. Her gaze meets yours as you nod over to your brunette wife, winking playful at the blonde as her eyes sparkle with mischief. Moving away from the witch, you move quietly over to Ally wrapping your arms around her waist holding her flushed against you, feeling her tense for a brief moment before relaxing into your familiar embrace. Propping your chin onto her shoulder, you turn slightly to press a delicate kiss to her exposed neck.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” You whisper close to her ear. She turns in your arms holding onto your shoulders as she pecks your lips, smiling widely against your mouth.

“Merry Christmas, sleepyhead.” She teases, before turning back around and grabbing the freshly brewed coffee and the herbal tea, brushing past you playfully she places the tea in front of the blonde who sits at the kitchen table. She kisses the brunette in thanks, brown eyes locked onto brown for a moment a feeling of warm contentedness flows through the room as you watch the pair, your heart full at the sight. You are interrupted by the sound of loud thudding as smaller feet sprint down the stairs, making you share a knowing look with the two matching their grins. Oz sprints straight into the kitchen, his eyes bursting with excitement as his thick blonde hair sticks out in all directions, glasses slightly crooked perched on his nose.

“He’s been, he’s been!!” He exclaims, grinning from ear to ear. Ally moves forward first wrapping her arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his blonde curls.

“Wanna see what he’s left you?” She mutters into his hair making the boy nod excitedly before sprinting off in the direction that matters most. You smile into your mug basking in the smell of coffee early in the morning, as Ally races after the boy. Cordelia glances over to you a mischievous glint within her brown eyes as she saunters over towards you, eyeing her form you watch on in apprehension. The blonde witch flushes herself up against your side as she takes your mug grimacing slightly at the strong coffee smell, placing it onto the counter next to her. Her lips brush along your cheek before resting close to your ear.

“I hope you enjoy your present, my love. I have to say it fits perfectly.” She purrs, before leaving a wet trail of kisses along your neck. Within a blink of an eye the blonde saunters off following the departed footsteps of your other wife and son. You gape for a moment, your brain trying to process her words as if you imagined them before shaking yourself out of your dirty thoughts and sprinting after your family.

‘God I love Christmas,’ You thought wistfully, coffee long forgotten.

***

You were never one for Christmas holidays, the idea of a big jolly fella in a red Santa suit delivering presents always seemed so ridiculous to you but as you sit curled up into the corner of the sofa with the comfortable weight of your excited son snuggled close to your side, you are thankful to have a new, more positive perspective on the day. With the wrapping paper now removed from the living room; per Ally’s request and presents neatly piled in the corner of the room, you all sit cozied up around the big TV, watching as the tall giant dressed in an elf’s costume runs around New York looking for his dad. Cordelia glances over to you from above Oz’s mob of blonde curls and winks smiling softly as she pulls Ally closer to her on her other side. The peaceful atmosphere is quickly ruined by the horrible sound of your cell phone, groaning as you gently remove the tired boy that is slumped against you, who automatically curls into Cordelia making your heart ache at the disruption. Grabbing the irritable phone from the table, you quickly answer the person who is intruding on your family time. Ready to give them a piece of your mind, you pause after hearing the sound of sobbing coming through the other end.

“Katie?” You ask, frowning at her heart wrenching sobs. You feel Ally and Cordelia’s gaze on you as you remove yourself from the living room, confusion evident within their matching brown eyes.

“Y/N, I- I’m so sorry f- for calling you. Oh my god why did I-i call you, it’s fine I can sort it,” Katie stutters between her sobs, scolding herself. Quickly moving into the hallway and away from tiny prying ears, you try to calm her.

“Katie, dear. I need you to breathe for me so you can tell me what’s wrong, okay?” You instruct softly, you jump slightly at the light touch on your shoulder. Turning to see a frowning Ally who eyes up the phone in your hand, she mouths ‘is she okay?’. You nod reassuring her, squeezing her hand before turning my attention back to my business partner. You hear her take a deep breath in before rushing out a very in depth story about how the business deal with Harrison and Co has fallen through and how she’s tried her best to regain their attention, even amending certain demands on the contract but with no such luck.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I really tried to get them back on our side but..”

“They want to talk to me.” You state, knowing exactly where she was going with this phone call the moment you picked up the phone. Your eyes lock with Ally’s as you watch her bite her lip, her eyes full of understanding but you know by the slight dip of her brows that she’s disappointed. Sighing tiredly you continue your conversation with Katie.

“Are they there now?”

“Yes, they would like to discuss with you new terms. Again I’m really sorry Y/N.” She apologises, sounding like she is on the verge of tears again. You reassure her and tell her that you will be there within the hour. Ending the phone call makes you huff in frustration, the only thing helping you relax is the soft touch of your wife’s hands that cradle your face, her thumb stroking calming strokes against your cheekbones.

“Baby I’m really sorry-” Ally shushes you softly, pecking your lips in reassurance understanding the importance of this deal.

“You gotta do what you gotta do, baby. We’ll be here with some hot cocoa when you get back annnd my parents are excited to have Oz tonight,” She trails off suggestively, biting down on her lower lip with a quirked dark eyebrow. You match her grin, kissing her hard, appreciating her understanding nature. Wrapping your arm around her waist you pull her close and slowly make your way back into the living room, feeling your shoulders tense slightly when you see your two favourite blondes singing softly along with Jovie and Buddy. Cordelia glances over to you both noticing your tense posture and sadden eyes, due to her distraction from her duet with Oz the boy turns around curiously looking at you and Ally with his big brown eyes.

“You okay, Mama?” He asks, his innocent voice making you melt at his concern. Moving away from Ally you round the sofa and crotch in front of the boy.

“You remember that big business deal Mama and Aunt Katie were working on?” He nods along, remembering the many nights you and Katie would work rather late into the night, stacks of paper scattered around the kitchen table. “Well it seems the boys we were working with no longer want to and they are being a little greedy and wanting more… candy from us,”

“That’s very greedy Mama,” He adds, agreeing with your analogy. You grin softly and you see the soft glint in Cordelia and Ally’s eyes as they sit either side of him. Brushing his messy mop of hair from his eyes you continue.

“Yes, very greedy Ozzy. So, because the boys are being greedy, Mama needs to go and ask if the boys would like to play nice since it’s Christmas and all... I’m sorry Oz but I promise tomorrow I’ll pick you up from Grandma and Grandpa’s house and we can go down to Milton Hill and go sledging!” You promise watching as his eyes light with glee at the prospect. He sticks out his pinkie finger to you making you smile softly before proceeding to lock your larger pinkie with his sealing the deal.

“Deal Mama! Can we ask if Jackson can come?!” He asks, his voice becoming louder with the excitement. You nod vigorously basking in his excitement and slightly relieved that you have such an understanding family. Luckily this is the first and will definitely be the last time you miss out on Christmas for work - deal or not. Reaching up to place a kiss on the crown of his head, you move over to your blonde lover, conflict still evident in your eyes, she gently grips your clothing and pulls you closer, your nose brushing softly against hers as she presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“Hurry up home, my love.” She whispers gently against your lips as you pull away, flustered by the intensity of her brown eyes as she eyes you lovingly. Clearing your throat you nod stumbling to your feet, as Oz giggles into Ally’s side at his blonde mothers mischief, you quickly press a gentle kiss to Ally’s temple on your way past, heading for your shared room to change.

Once changed and with more kisses given you head out into the cold quiet afternoon ready to get your deal finalised and sealed, determined to get back to your wives before nightfall. Stepping into the car you glance briefly through the gap of the living room curtain taking in your family who are still in their matching pyjamas, wanting nothing more than to be snuggled amongst them.

***

Stepping back through into your warm toasty home you sigh, finally relaxing. Placing the cold bottle of champagne onto the side table, you remove your coat and gloves shaking the small remanence of snow. Frowning at the quietness, you remove your boots and head for the living room taking the cold champagne bottle with you. You stop abruptly by the open door frame staring openly at your senator wife, who is currently lounged lazily over the single armchair, her legs hanging over the arm of the chair, her skin glowing a light orange from the burning fireplace beside her. A lovely shade of Christmas green lingerie on display for your eyes only, with a book in her hand she peeks over her page to take you in through hooded eyes before her eyes land on the loosely gripped bottle.

“They accepted?!” She asks, her voice laced with excitement placing her book onto the small table stand next to her. She slowly gets up from her position and saunters over to you agonizingly slow as you both drink each other in. Your eyes darken the closer she gets, seeing how well the bra fits her breasts making them look exceptional against her chest. The contrast between the green material and her skin are undeniably pleasing, her dark brown hair that frames perfectly around her face tying up the view in front of you perfectly. Licking your lips hungrily you finally find your voice and reply.

“They did, I thought we could celebrate.” You inform, tightening your hold around the neck of the bottle. She nods only half listening to you as she skims her fingers up your arm and towards your neck where she laces her fingers around your neck keeping a tight hold of you actively pulling you closer to her. Brushing her lips across yours, she allows her tongue to leave a wet trail against your dry lips warming them from the bitter cold outside, you gasp at the warm touch.

“Let me go and grab the champagne glasses, I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” She husks against your lips before sauntering away from you giving you a great view of her ass as she sways purposely. Fighting back a groan, you scan the room for any traces of your other wife knowing that the crafty witch wouldn’t be too far away from all the fun.

“Delia is sorting out your Christmas gift, Oz left with my parents about half an hour ago,” Ally answers my non-vocal question, watching as a knowing glint shines bright in her dark eyes. You squint at the innocent expression that she gives you, knowing there’s more to her words. She chuckles lowly while taking a hold of your hand, transferring the bottle into her other arm, holding the three glasses in her hand. Your eyes darken further as you watch the curve of her ass with every step she takes leading you up the stairs. Ally stops by your shared bedroom door turning to wink at you before letting go of your hand.

“Wait right here.” She demands, before sneaking into the bedroom shutting the door closed, leaving you no time to peek into the room that holds your Christmas gift. Not a moment later Ally comes back out, slightly breathless as you take in her blown dark pupils with a dirty grin she asks you the most important question.

“Are you ready for your Christmas present?” She entices, coming to stand behind you placing her one hand over your eyes as the other pushes open the door, guiding you into the room you bite your lip in anticipation as you await for the darkness to unfold from your eyes so you can take in your surprise. Soft hands disappear from your eyes allowing you to open them at Ally’s soft instruction.

Your eyes widen with lust as you take in the sight before you. Lying lazily on the bed with her back against the headboard, long blonde locks trail down over her covered breasts, is Cordelia. A short red bow tied teddy lingerie dress fits snugly around her body, the end brushing barely over the tops of her thighs as she grins straight at the pair of you, slowly bending both her knees spreading them apart given you a glimpse of her matching panties she beckons you forward with the crook of her finger.

“Merry Christmas, Baby. Why don’t you go and unwrap your present?” Ally drawls into your ear, tracing the shell of your ear with her tongue making you shiver on the spot. You answer by removing your work clothes as quick as possible watching as Cordelia bites her lip in amusement at your enthusiasm.

Now dressed down to only your underwear, you feel Cordelia’s heavy gaze drop to your breasts licking her lips hungrily. Before you advance forward you quickly turn and pull Ally flush against your body hearing her gasp at the sudden new position enjoying the feeling of your skin against hers, pressing a hard kiss to her lips you quickly pull back, eyeing her appreciatively.

“As long as I get to ravish both my presents tonight,” You comment, a roguish grin appearing on your face.

Ally giggles at your teasing demeanour before nodding biting her lip. Pressing a kiss to her neck, you turn back around and focus on your blonde wife. Keeping your eyes locked with hers you move forward slowly, taking her in from head to toe. Crawling onto your Queen sized bed you settle yourself in between her legs, placing your hands above either side of her head holding tight to the headboard. Bending down slightly you take her lips with your own in a delicate, slow kiss. Hearing her hum in satisfaction you deepened the kiss, bringing one hand down to grab hold of her breast, squeezing gently making her gasp. Her sudden gasp allows you to brush your tongue gently over hers, tangling them together as you continue to kiss sloppily. Pulling away slightly you look over your shoulder to see your brunette wife stalking around the bed, her eyes never leaving your entangled forms, you remove the hand that has found its place on Cordelia’s breast to entice her to join you. Her eyes brighten at the invitation, joining you both on the bed she lies on her side flushed against Cordelia as the blonde reaches over to capture the senators lips, the feeling of arousal settles low in your stomach at the sight beneath you.

You move away briefly while they continue to make out, straddling Cordelia’s hip you finger the loose bowtie that keeps her breast hidden. Gently pulling at the material you watch satisfied as the bow becomes undone in front of you, revealing the swell of her breasts and perky nipples. Cordelia gasps as the cold hits her exposed chest, pulling away from Ally in the process who eyes her wife's’ breasts. With a similar thought process, you and Ally dive straight for the blondes chest taking a nipple into your mouth each and sucking delicately at the sensitive nub. Cordelia moans loudly into the lightly dimmed room, her hands instantly finding their place on top of your heads, keeping you both close as you lick and suck at the aroused nub.

“Mmm, yes just like that.” She breathed, allowing her head to lean back against the headboard as she fidgets under you.

You both continue to tease at the blondes chest watching as her breathing becomes more erratic, your hand skims down the side of her toned body feeling the material against your fingertips before reaching soft skin under the teddy dress. Removing yourself from her waist you settle in between her legs, your stomach pressed against her core making her rock against you harshly needing some friction as her arousal builds. You latch back onto her nipple as Ally moves to suck gently on Cordelia’s neck, her thumb brushing over the sensitive nub. Removing your mouth from her breast, you slither south pushing the material up towards her breast exposing her stomach. Placing wet kisses along her stomach you move closer to her wet spot, already smelling her arousal. Hovering close against her most needed spot you brush your nose gently against the offensive material before moving to focus on her inner thigh, nibbling softly at the skin before reaching for the panties sliding them along her toned legs wanting rid of the pair. You groan at the sight before you as you take in her already glistening pussy as she whimpers.

“Baby, please. I need you.” She whines, before latching her lips onto Ally's, taking the brunette's bottom lip in between her teeth pulling a groan out of Ally. Satisfied with her pleads, you brush lightly over her slit with your tongue feeling her hips thrust upwards seeking firmer pressure.

Pressing your tongue harder against her wet pussy, you continue to pleasure her with firm strokes of your tongue, collecting her arousal before latching onto her clit. You feel a second pair of legs next to you begin to fidget as Ally waits patiently for your attention. Moving your mouth away briefly, you grasp at Ally’s ankle gaining the brunettes’ attention from Cordelia’s lips. She eyes you, her gaze slightly hazy from her pleasure.

“Lie next to Delia, baby. I told you I want to ravish both my presents tonight.” You husk, your words breathless as you eye her hungrily. Obediently, she lies comfortably next to Cordelia opening her legs slightly to allow you access. You moan at the dark wet patch against her green panties, tapping at her ankle she lifts her hips allowing you to remove her panties. Now settled, you reattach your mouth around Cordelia’s clit, as your thumb rubs firm circles over Ally’s clit watching as she withers above you. You continue to tease them with your mouth and fingers feeling them both thrust against you as they seek for more friction. Moving your thumb from Ally’s sensitive clit and your mouth from Delia’s you sit back leaning on your heels as you look down at the pair, bringing your fingers that are covered with Ally’s arousal to your lips making a show of wrapping your tongue that’s covered in Cordelia’s wet mess around your fingers watching as the pair follow your movements with their dark eyes. Placing your hands on top of Ally’s knees you gently pull her legs further apart before diving for her wet pussy, watching through hooded eyes as she throws her head back and arches her back at the touch. Cordelia whimpers at the site of her two loves, she goes to place her finger against her throbbing clit but you gently slap the hand away and take over her needs sliding your finger in between her lips, collecting her juices teasing her entrance before entering her as your tongue continues to twirl around Ally’s throbbing clit.

You feel your own pussy throb at the sight of your wives both coming undone by you, withering and pleading for release as you continue to pleasure them until they tighten around you feeling them clench and pulse around your tongue and fingers. Moans and groans grow louder the closer they reach their orgasm, glistening bodies coming undone before you. They both relax almost simultaneously as they allow their orgasm to wash over them. Your eyes sparkle with lust and love as you watch them catch their breaths, Cordelia’s lovely new red teddy dress crumbled and flimsy against her form. Placing one leg in between their open ones, you lean forward hovering over the pair as they look at you with hooded dark eyes.

“Champagne?” You ask, licking at your lips hunger still evident in your eyes. They match your gaze and grin. Before they answer you squeal loudly as you feel yourself be removed from above them, Ally wraps her arm around your waist swapping your position from above them to lying against the soft mattress, your wives faces above you as they remove the remaining pieces of their clothing.

“Drink can wait, we want to celebrate Christmas properly,” Ally's sultry voice sends shivers down your spine as you wiggle in anticipation.

“Well then, Merry Christmas to me,” You mutter to yourself, grinning from ear to ear feeling grateful for these two goddesses that brighten your life. Christmas may have been a ridiculous holiday in the past for you but it’s true meaning has since changed since meeting these two wonderful women and your sweet blonde boy who is the beautiful mix of them both. With no more words spoken you allow the pair to worship you into the early hour, enjoying their soft touches.

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