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desideriumwriter · 5 months

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Anyone But You | Chapter 5 | F.W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary - Reader makes her way to the Quidditch World Cup using a map of confusing directions and a portkey, she finds out who will be at the games with her. After the games, she gets stuck in the midst of an attack, left injured and on her own.

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn

Content Warnings - cursing, arguing, the quidditch world cup attack, depictions of torture? mentions of blood, mentions of fire, crying, injuries, trampling, mass chaos + fear, (tell me if i missed anything)

Word Count - 4.4k

A/N: not really sure what to say for this one! it's truly chaotic is the most i can say lmaoo, hopefully you enjoy it! feedback is greatly appreciated!

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You folded your pajamas in a neat stack and shoved them in your bag.

You’d spent the past hour packing for tomorrow's events. The Quidditch World Cup games had already started, but you didn’t care all that much.

You tend to claim you're not a huge fan of quidditch, but there has been one or two times you’ve lost your voice from screaming and cheering during a school match.

Anyways, you stood up, taking a billionth look around your bedroom, making sure there was nothing you needed laying around.

Preparing for a single night away from home should not be this stressful.

As your eyes traveled around the room, they stopped once they saw the necklace sitting on your dresser.

The moonstone necklace the twins gave you. It sat there, untouched. It’s stayed in that exact same spot since you tossed it out of your suitcase from when you got home for summer break. It’s been like that all summer.

Until, your mum saw it and fixed it with some simple spell.

Even though it was fixed and in perfect condition, you still hadn’t worn it, nor touched it.

You walked up to it slowly, moving at a pace that made it seem like you were expecting the damn thing to jump and attack you somehow.

Picking it up, you wondered if you should set it along with the outfit you already had laid out for tomorrow. Or if you should shove it in your bag. Or just keep it in its previous spot.

You set it back down, turning away from it and walking to your bed. Only for you to change your mind. Turning back towards it quickly, snatching it up and shoving it into your bag.

You laid in bed, eyes unable to stay closed, and a grin on your face.

Though you knew that in the next week you’ll most likely be stuck with crowds of people in Diagon Alley, gathering school supplies. You had the same excitement as a kid on Christmas Eve, too eager to sleep.

There wasn’t much information given on what today’s plans were.

You didn’t know how you’d get there, or if there would be anyone else going with, or how long the game would last. All you knew was that you were going to the Quidditch World Cup and staying at the campsite for one night.

And a strange list of directions. It had you take a few stops on different trolley cars to get to your spot. The last place you were dropped off was at another stop, so you decided to walk the rest of the way.

The handwriting on the paper with the directions looked familiar, it wasn't Cedric’s however, it was too messy. Maybe it was his fathers. Maybe he’d got it from a friend.

Thinking of it, the paper was never directly given to you by Cedric. Your father gave it to you when a stack of mail came in.

You let your thoughts wander around, imagining how today would go as you began to get closer to the designated spot the directions gave you. It was at “a hill with an old boot on it” according to the paper.

A tall, older man, with wired glasses, a scrubby beard and brown hair stood on top of the hill. Amos Diggory. Cedric’s dad.

As you got farther up, you could spot Cedric, laying down on the grass next to his father, using his bag as a pillow.

Both of their heads shot up and faces changed into a smile once they looked up, seeing you heading towards him.

“Y/N! Good to see you!” Mr.Diggory reached out to shake your hand.

“It’s good to see you too, Mr.Diggory.” You accepted his greeting, shaking his hand and giving him a warm smile back.

“It’s been quite awhile! How’s mum and dad? Doing well?” He asked while the boy behind him sat up. You gave a small “mhm” and nod in response.

Cedric hopped up from his spot on the grass, giving you a tight hug, purposely ruffling up your hair once he pulled away.

“So how’s your summer been? I didn’t get many letters from you.” He jokingly gave you a dramatic pout.

“It’s been lovely. No work, no uniforms, no getting up at the crack of dawn, and no annoying twins.” You sighed happily, you didn’t catch how Cedric’s expression faltered when you mentioned the twins.

“So, shouldn’t we get going? What are we waiting on?” You tried your best to sound as patient as possible, ignoring the excitement running through your veins.

“My dad invited a work friend. We’re just waiting on him I suppose.”

“Should be any moment now!” Amos added in, smilingly nervously and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“He said that about an hour ago.” Cedric whispered to you, “Anyways, what's that?” He gestured at the paper in your hands. You gave him a blank stare, expecting him to know what it was, he was the one who sent you it, right?

“The directions?” You said hesitantly, holding the paper up. “That you sent me?” Cedric's brows knit together, tilting his head to get a straight look at what was written.

“I never sent any directions?” He copied your tone. “Plus, that is not my handwriting.” He scoffed, amused at the scribbles on the page.

“Then who-” Your thoughts were interrupted once chattering and footsteps were heard in the distance.

"Amos!" A voice shouted from a distance. The shout came from Mr. Weasley, who was grinning as he strode closer. A group followed behind him.

All the excitement and joy in your veins was drained out once you saw who was part of that group. Those two dreadful boys. Your jaw tensed at the sight of them.

“Are you kidding me? You didn’t tell me those gits were coming along!” You hissed as you turned back towards Cedric.

“Don’t say that, y/n. The Weasleys are nice people.” Cedric scorned, you rolled your eyes. You were sick of people telling you that, of course they were nice people, they were the sweetest people you ever met, except for two of them.

“I know that! I’m not talking about the Weasley family Cedric, I'm talking about the Weasley twins!” You groaned, the bickering stopped between you two as Mr.Weasley began to speak.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," said Mr. Weasley. "He works for the

Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures! And I believe you

know his son, Cedric?"

“Hi.” Cedric let out, his eyes darting around them all. Everyone greeted back, except the twins, who gave barely a nod, they looked as if they were already miserable.

“Oh, I’m sure everyone remembers Y/N!” Mr.Weasley gestured, you gave an uncomfortable smile and a small wave.

Mr.Weasley and Amos went back into their own separate conversation, as you and Cedric did into your bickering.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You kept your voice low and stern.

“I didn’t tell you because you wouldn’t go! They didn’t have any idea you’d be here either, they don’t even know where we're going!” He scoffed. “Mr.Weasley and my father set this whole thing up! Can’t you push aside your hatred for one night? You won’t even be in the same tent as them, you’ll have your own bed…or you can share one with me.” He joked, giving you an exaggerated smolder.

“You wish.” You shoved him in the chest and let out a slight laugh, slowly forgetting about your bad mood.

The both of you turned your attention back to the older gentlemen. At this point, Amos was gawking at Harry’s presence, he began to unknowingly boast about Cedric and how he beat Harry at Quidditch last year.

The twins were scowling, you caught on quickly to that. It seemed as if they were still upset about losing to Hufflepuff and getting beaten by Cedric in the first Quidditch match of last year.

Cedric, obviously embarrassed, tried to explain it was due to Harry falling off his broom. His father only shrugged that off and continued to speak.

It looked like with every word Amos spoke about his son's win, the scowls on the twins' faces grew. You wanted to laugh, you wished you could laugh. You could only attempt to bite back your smirk.

You turned your attention back to Cedric.

“They don't seem very joyous.” You mocked as you jerked your head in the twins direction.

“Oh come on, I’m sure it’s not personal.” The hufflepuff shrugged it off, you raised your brows at him in disbelief. “But, I would really like to get going now.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes pointed at the boot in his fathers hand.

“So, what is it?” You asked, relating to the shoe.

“It’s a boot.” Fred's voice appeared from beside you. He was standing right there, it scared you for a second. Causing you to whip your head around quickly, you were unsure how he got next to you so quickly and silently.

“Yeah I know that, dimwit.” You sneered at him, “How are we going to use a ruddy old boot to get there?”

“It’s a portkey, dimwit.” He shot back, using your insult. “I’m sure you remember learning about those.” The redhead raised his brows at you, unamused.

“Well, I assume it’s time to get on our way!” Mr.Weasley spoke out, fortunately cutting off all the tension in the air. “Now, all you need to do is touch the portkey.” He said happily as he laid a hand onto the shoe, which was being held out by Amos.

“Glad to know you got here safely with the directions George and I wrote down for you.” He shot you a sarcastic smile as he walked up to the boot, nodding his head at the paper in your hand while passing you.

Your face went from confusion then dropped into irritation.

Everything made sense now. Of course those assholes sent you those puzzling directions.

The paper crumpled around your grasp once you tightened your hands into fists, you wadded up the parchment and shoved it in your pocket.

Once everyone was crowded around in a tight circle, a hand or finger touching the boot. Mr.Weasley stared at his watch and began to count down from three.

Suddenly, you felt your feet detach from the ground, you were flying through the air, it looked like you and everyone else was stuck in the middle of a tornado. You accidentally banged into others while being stuck in the swirl of wind.

Then, you were falling from the sky and heading towards the ground. You used your forearms as a shield for your head as you hit the rough grass.

However, Mr. Weasley, Cedric, and his father were literally walking on air. Their legs moving as if they were walking down an invisible staircase. They landed neatly onto the ground, standing, while everyone else was scattered around them.

You were just about to push yourself up before a body came flying towards you. Letting out a small yelp as you covered your head once again, feeling a weight hit your legs.

Once you removed your arms from your face, Fred was laid uncomfortably across the bottom half of your body.

His back pinning down your left leg while his head and arms were laid across your right.

“Ow! You landed on my legs!” You cried out.

“Whoops, sorry.” Fred smoothed back his hair. “They're not broken are they?” He smiled. You moved around your legs, they were sore, not broken.

“No.” You muttered as you waited for him to fully get off your limb and stand up. “Get off!”

“Right.” pushed himself up and dusted his clothes off from any grass.

“M’lady,” He jokingly bowed and reached out a hand to you, waiting for you to grab it so he could help you up. You ignored his gesture, picking up your bag while getting up without his help, rolling your eyes and shoving past him.

“Everyone up! We still have some walking to do before we get to the campsite!” Mr Diggory called out, everyone else began to pick themselves and their belongings up as they muttered and sighed under their breaths.

Thank Merlin you had your own room in this tent. You would’ve gone mad if you weren’t able to get some amount of isolation to cool down. It was shocking how easily the smallest interaction with Fred could ruin your mood.

You had about an hour before you had to get going. That’d be more than enough time for your irritation to go away.

“I’ve got great news!” Cedric jokingly sang as he pushed open the flaps of the tent leading into your space, making his dramatic entrance.

“What now?” You sat up amused. You assumed from his sarcastic tone that maybe the match had been postponed to a later time or you’d somehow got moved to shitter seats.

“Mr.Weasley invited us to go over to his tent tonight, after the game ends.” He let out quickly, knowing that you are not going to be pleased.

“What?” Your expression dropped. “That means- no! I’m not gonna be stuck in a tent with Fred and George!” You exclaimed, you’d already had your interaction with one of them today, now you would not be dealing with both.

“Well, my dad already agreed. So…” He trailed off. You groaned and fell back on the bed, you were too tired to argue.

“Fine, whatever. Just let me have a moment to myself, please.” You ran your hands down your face.

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, take this also!” He threw a red and black scarf at you, “We’ve got to sport some pride, right?” He shrugged before disappearing behind the flaps of the tent.

Merlin knows how many stairs you had to climb to get up there, your legs began to hurt once you made it to your seats.

Cedric and you were the first to make it to your spot. The seats that were set at the highest point of the stadium. The Weasley party was not far behind you.

As Fred walked up, you let out a small laugh of disbelief due to his appearance. He had a large three-leafed clover painted on his face, a white and green scarf hung around his neck, and wore a cartoonishly large white and green top hat.

While George only had stripes of white and green painted on his cheeks and Ginny wore a large Leprechaun hat.

Fred had truly outdone the others and himself.

Cedric noticed the laugh you let out and was not going to let you get away with that.

“Are you smiling at him?” Cedric looked at you with disbelief, but he sounded excited that you were smiling, almost like he was waiting for this to happen.

“I’m laughing at him.” You corrected him. “And it’s only because he looks like an idiot.” The small smile was still on your face. Cedric's eyes analyzed your expression.

“Sure.” He narrowed his eyes at you. You ignored him, looking around the large stadium.

A tall figure slid up next to you, and it sure as hell wasn’t Cedric.

"Aw, did you miss me?" Fred cooed, tilting his head.

"Absolutely not." You spat out the last word, your smile dissolving and a grimace taking over your face instead.

Just before you could get another snarky response out, a string of players flew past your head. The strong wind from their brooms nearly made Fred’s hat fly off.

The stadium roared and boomed with cheers from excited fans as more players from the teams flew out. You felt like your eardrums would burst with how loud the twins were.

They only got louder once Viktor Krum flew out.

“Who’s that?” Ginny shouted to her brothers.

“That, sis, is the best seeker in the world!” George exclaimed as he pointed at the Bulgarian wizard excitedly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for Ireland?” You narrowed your eyes at him and scoffed.

“Yeah, but who doesn’t love Krum!” Fred and George said in unison, George went back to screaming and cheering as players flew past on their brooms. Fred’s eyes averted to your neck, you noticed.

Do not let them ruin your night. Do not let them ruin your night. Do not let them ruin your-

“You know what I haven’t seen in a while, George?” Fred nudged his twin, getting him to look back over. “That necklace we made for her.” A smirk took over both of their faces as George decided to join in.

“Yeah, what happened to that? I reckon you wore it for a bit, then one day it just vanished.” George added in, peeking over Fred’s shoulder.

“I got rid of it. Could you two just watch the bloody game?” You turned your attention to the stadium, not wanting to be reminded of that embarrassing day in the library, the day you stopped wearing the stupid piece of jewelry they’d given you.

Not long after, Cedric returned, and this time, he stood between you and those red-headed boys. Freeing you from being pestered any more.

Despite the final game lasting over two hours, it went by fast.

And despite being near the twins, you had a good time overall.

The twins nearly fell out of their seats when Ireland won. They were screaming joyfully at each other. It was something about money and winning a bet. You could barely hear them over the rest of the stadium.

You secretly giggled as they jumped up and down like little girls.

Your time at the Weasleys tent wasn’t as bad as you expected. You talked with Hermione and Ginny some, while Ron preached about Krum to the entire tent.

“There's no one like Krum!” Ron shouted as he stood up on the small ottoman next to a chair.

“Krum? Dumb Krum?” Both Fred and George began to repeat this nickname to Ron, acting as if they weren’t cheering for him in the stands.

“He's like a bird the way he rides the wind!” He went on, sounding as if he was performing slam poetry.

“Dumb Krum!” The twins chanted as they ran around him, flapping their arms, mimicking the look that baby birds have when learning how to fly. Fred took the flag he had draped around him and threw it over Ron’s head.

“He's more than an athlete! He's an artist!” Ron cried out as he took the flag off.

“I think you're in love, Ron.” Ginny giggled, Ron only let out a muttered “Shut up.” in response.

“Viktor, I love you!” George began to sing loudly as he grabbed onto Ron’s hand, Fred grabbed onto his other.

“Oh Viktor, I do!” Fred sang mockingly while getting down on one knee. This led to Harry choosing to sing along.

“When we're apart my heart beats only for you!” The three sang to a frowning Ron, who was still standing on the ottoman, shoulders slouched.

Screams and blasts coming from outside interrupted their singing.

“Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on.” Fred said amusedly as he stood up, not bothering to get a full look outside at what was happening.

He grabbed a cushion and was preparing to join in on a fight between Ron and George when his father came rushing in.

“Stop!” Mr.Weasley shouted at them, getting the attention of everyone in the tent.

“It’s not the Irish.” His voice was stern and there was panic filling up in his face. “We’ve got to get out of here. Now.” His tone of voice didn’t make it sound like a suggestion, everyone began to run out the tent.

Outside was pure chaos.

Terror.

Tents were crushed and lit on fire. People were running into the woods, screaming, apparating, trying to get away from something.

You stood frozen in fear at the sight not far from you.

A group of hooded, masked wizards had their wands pointed upright, above them was a group of four floating in the air. Their figures being contorted and twisted into disturbing shapes. Something you’d see out of a horror movie.

“We’re going to help the Ministry.” Mr.Weasley's voice got your attention, he was standing next to Cedric’s father. “You lot, get back to the portkey and stick together!” He ordered as he took out his wand. Automatically you began to move towards Cedric.

“Fred and George, Ginny is your responsibility!” Mr.Weasley shouted before running off. Fred grabbed onto Ginny's hand and started heading towards the forest with George.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione grouped together and ran off with them.

“Here, I think I know a separate path!” Cedric shouted as grabbed onto your arm.

“You think? Or you know?” You questioned him, your feet stuck in place.

“Can you not do- Would you just trust me?” He bellowed out before he began to run, his hand still gripped around your arm, pulling you with him.

You ran for what felt like ages, constantly bumping into people and dodging fallen over remains of tents and trees.

You could see the forest in the distance when you heard a blast right next to you.

Suddenly, you were being knocked over by strong, hot, wind. It was strong enough to where Cedric lost his grip on your forearm. You hit the ground and your head hit something too.

Cedric tried to turn and run back to you, it seemed impossible due to the crowds pushing him, he could move with the crowd and not against, leaving you there.

You brought your hand to the side of your head, feeling a warm liquid smudge onto your fingers and you put your hand in front of your eyes, blood.

You weren’t able to process the fact that your head had just been busted open for long once more crowds of people began to run through, many accidentally kicking or stepping on you while rushing to get out.

All you could do was just lay there, groaning and trying to stay conscious as you were repeatedly hit. Your weakened limbs weren’t much help when trying to pick yourself up.

Even if you could get up, you wouldn’t know where to go. Cedric was out of sight and people were running in different directions.

You don’t remember how long you were stuck on the ground for. Maybe it was only a minute, maybe five, maybe ten. Who knows. It felt like forever.

Only remembering the horrible feeling of hundreds of scared and panicked feet running over you, on you, or accidentally kicking you, few people tripping over you, only to get back up and continue running. The wet tears sliding down the side of your face and the taste of metallic in your mouth, the smell of sweat and smoke filling your lungs.

You could see the dirt footprints from peoples shoes all over your legs, stomach, everywhere, some blood too.

You couldn’t tell if it was others or your own.

You started to lose all hope of someone helping, you chose to close your eyes and depressedly wish your body would go numb or that you would fall unconscious so you wouldn’t have to feel the pain anymore.

“Hey! Help me get her up!” A voice shouted as you felt someone lift you up by the underneath of your armpits. You were being dragged away from your spot on the ground and through the fiery campsite, you couldn’t even hold up the weight of your own head.

Eventually you heard the same voice mutter the words “Fuck it.” and you were no longer being dragged, you were being picked up and held bridal style. You were able to use enough of the little strength you had left to get a good look at who was holding you.

You lifted up your head and saw the last person you’d expect to see.

“Fred?” You mumbled, your eyes squinted and your head dizzy.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re gonna get you help.” Fred said as he ran, his breathing heavy and panicked.

The orange flames all around lit up his face, you scanned it with your eyes, taking in the details.

Has he always had so many freckles?

Has his hair always looked so soft?

Have his eyelashes always been so long?

It must've been the fumes of the smoke getting to you, causing these thoughts.

Fred would occasionally look down at you while running, making sure you were still conscious. You saw the look on his face, the look of shock, of worry, of panic, of fear.

Your eyesight began to get blurry, it was getting more and more difficult to keep your eyes open and your head up. Your body gave in, your head fell back, you went limp. Fred was cursing to himself.

“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.” He uttered, breathing heavily as he caught up to his family.

You had small moments of consciousness, constantly fading in and out. It was a struggle to keep your eyes from going blurry, you were only able to get a clear look of the night sky, trees above you, and occasionally Fred's face.

You remembered bits and pieces of conversation between the group once he had reached the rest of them.

“Where were- oh Merlin, what happened?” A similar voice to Fred’s called out, most likely George.

“She must’ve tripped or got knocked over, people were trampling her.”

“Fred, is that your blood?” Ginny pointed out, she noticed the fresh stains of blood covering the sleeve of his cardigan.

“No. It’s hers. Possibly. I think she hit her head somehow, she’s injured somewhere.”

Large running footsteps were heard coming towards you.

“Dad!” You heard Ginny call out.

“Are you all- oh dear, is she-“ It was an older man's voice, most likely Mr.Weasley. You cut off his question with a groan of agony.

“Well, that shows she’s alive.” George quipped in with some poorly timed humor.

“Wait, where have Ron and Harry and Hermione gone?” Mr.Weasley stressed.

One of the loudest explosions shook the ground, you felt the vibration as your arms and legs dangled around when Fred ducked down.

“We��ll search for them, get the girls to the portkey, go!” Arthur commanded, Fred shook his head frantically, you felt him begin to run, stress filling his face.

“Don’t get her hurt anymore than she already is!” Arthur called out from a distance.

You couldn’t remember anything after that. You’d lost consciousness for the last time.

Fred kept his eyes on you the entire time you were both flying and falling through the portkey, focused only on you, he used his body as a shield when you both hit the ground, hoping neither of your bones broke.

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besthimbomachine · 10 months

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my love when it counted. 09

summary: With Wrestle Kingdom done both you and Kenny return to your daily lives. Now no longer in a cold war with each other backstage you both grow closer, becoming friends getting used to each other's presence as part of your routines. So, when Kenny's injuries flare back up, forcing him out of the ring again, you use a match close to his home as your chance to drop by for a visit. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 8424 warning: the tiniest bit of angst if you squint, smut (oral male receiving) kenny said ps5 and chill but he got much more than just chill. so, as per usual, I had to break this chapter in two, so today's chapter is half plot half smut, chapter 10 will be mostly smut. but it's a good thing it means I have more freedom to make the smut better and to put in a little scene after the smut I was thinking of cutting off. fun fact is this chapter is kinda based on experience seeing as I started hooking up with my boyfriend when I dropped by his home one day to watch anime. it wasn't the first time I went there, but it was the first time we got a bit high alone together.

09.

The days following Wrestle Kingdom and that fateful trip to Japan proceeded slowly, almost as if nothing had happened. Kenny tried hard to convince himself nothing did, fighting to forget your words, reminding himself constantly that you were drunk and probably wouldn’t even remember them. Different from your previous flight, for your trip back you weren’t on the same plane as Kenny. He was left spending the long hours of the flight with his own thoughts, and he found himself missing your presence, and worrying about how he knew you didn’t like such long trips by plane. You were like a ghost in his mind, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get rid of your presence.

Just as he landed at the airport after his flight, Kenny was surprised to find a message from you on his phone. Your trip had been just a couple of hours shorter than his, so you were already at home, checking up to see how he was doing. The two of you weren’t in the same hotel, and both of your flights had been in the morning, so you didn’t really have much of a chance to see each other after the party. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, seeing the message brought a warmth to his heart, smile spreading from ear to ear. He told himself it was foolish to let such a small thing bring so much joy to his heart, but the damn organ refused to listen.

You two keep in touch after the trip, and in a couple of days you tell him that the doctor had decided to still keep you two weeks away after your return to the US. Though Kenny was happy to see you rest and heal, at the end of these two weeks he couldn’t hide from himself how much he had been missing you. The last time you had both been in a show together was before the Christmas party - back when you couldn’t even look each other in the eye. In a way, this made things seem somewhat unreal for Kenny, like the past few weeks had been a dream, like the next time he saw you backstage it would all be back to what it was before.

But his fears never materialize. When the time comes and you two meet again at a show, reality finally crashes down upon him, and for the first time Kenny gets to watch one of your matches without hiding in some lost corner backstage. Seeing you back was beautiful, your power and ferocity in full display, like a storm crashing with thunderous force. An experience made even better now that he could finally go and congratulate you after the match. Finally free to bask in the light you shone.

With time, Kenny started to get more at ease in your presence. You’d ride with them to the airport and hotel, seeing as you usually took the exact same flight as Nick and Matt, often eating with them after shows, and at times you’d have the hotel breakfast with them too. On some weeks, you’d spend the night before the show with them, though you were usually doing something with one of the girls. It was weird, after so many years having you around like this, but it was a type of weird he could get used to.

Outside the shows you kept in touch with him too, at the start it was just messages, but soon enough you’d be playing games together when you had free time. He had almost forgotten that part, the small things that brought him joy, the simple things you did together for fun all these years ago. He had always liked playing games with you, whichever one you chose - and he had missed it, god, in those awful first days he missed these things the most. To have this back now, even if things weren’t the same, was a gift he never imagined he’d get.

As the days went you started growing closer, all the shared interests and personality quirks that had brought you together before now bringing you into a friendship Kenny felt lucky to have. Though, he couldn’t deny, sometimes in the dark of the night, when he sat alone in his room, that friendship still brought a bittersweet pang to his heart. Like the memory of a taste that stubbornly lingers on his lips. One that he could suppress at most times, but that came crashing down on others with the power of a tidal wave.

There were some days when Nick and Matt wouldn’t have breakfast with him at the hotel, but you still did anyway. Some days when you’d spend the night before a show with him, going out to eat or playing games together. There were even some days when you’d let him be the one to help you prepare for a match, in these few rare days he’d feel like he could touch the sun and get away unburnt. Though his heart still knew the weight it carried, dragging him back to the ground whenever he got to see Adam being the one helping you with that. It hurt, but Kenny knew he had to push that pain back.

So despite the weight of his feelings and the way he felt his heart falter near you, he enjoyed what he had. The hotel breakfasts and car rides together. The joys you shared over video games and eating out. Laughing together again, congratulating you after a win and offering support after a loss, and getting the same things from you. And there were even times when you were together outside of work. Whenever Matt or Nick came to visit Kenny at his home, sometimes they’d bring you, since you lived so close to them. He had so much now that he never imagined he ever could have. Then why did his heart still insist on wanting more?

And as the weeks turned into months, passing slowly by him, Kenny learned to focus on just cherishing what he could have while suppressing his true feelings for you. Suppressing the burn in his mind when he saw Adam around you, and the pain in his chest that had the annoying habit of always coming back up. And it worked - well enough at least - you two working together and spending time together without problems. There was a sense of peace there, one Kenny had yearned for so long that not even his damn heart could take away.

Over the months, spending time around you during the shows had become a routine for Kenny, one that even without noticing he had gotten attached to. So, when his back injuries flared up again and he was forced to spend time at home, already in the first few days he found himself yearning for your presence. His worries about the injuries and the pain they caused was bad enough, but there was also this weird aching emptiness in not being near you, not having your presence around, even if just a little. It was a cruel joke his hopeless heart was playing on him.

The one thing Kenny wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to be booked for a show that would be happening near his home. He first learned about that from you, and when he saw the message, he wished he could make time move faster. The days seeming to drag on slowly around him. He planned to be there, at the show, to at least see you for a bit and watch your match. Though, as the day came closer, he got a message from you, saying you, Nick and Matt were planning on arriving there a day before everyone, so they could spend some time with Kenny. That was a welcomed surprise, one that warmed his heart in these troubling moments.

But it wasn’t the only surprise. The day before your flight, he got a call from Matt, who apologized continuously after telling Kenny that he and Nick had some problems to solve and wouldn’t be able to take the flight earlier, but that he had urged you to go at least. From Nick, all he got was a one sentence text saying he was sorry they weren’t gonna be able to show up at his house with you. Then immediately followed up with one single line. ‘She’s still going, tho’. So when you showed up at his door alone, it wasn’t a surprise, but fuck, Kenny’s heart still jumped the same way.

Part of you wanted to get angry when Matt and Nick bailed on you, but you couldn’t blame them for problems outside their control, and you knew they wouldn’t have given up so close to the flight without a good reason. Nick was still kind enough to find time to drive you to the airport, and pretty quickly you had arrived at your destination, passing by the hotel to leave your things before you could head out to Kenny’s place. Though, you couldn’t help but remember that the last time you visited the place, you were drunk and humiliated by your own stupid decisions. Just thinking about that brought you a headache - but you couldn’t deny that despite everything, that terrible night ended up serving a good purpose.

You got to Kenny’s home early in the afternoon, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt two sizes too large, carrying enough food for about four people - or in this case, you and him. Sure, if Matt and Nick had been here you’d have dressed a bit better, if anything just to avoid Matt’s surprisingly powerful judgmental stare. But they weren’t, so you were free to wear lazy clothes. Besides, Kenny, and his home, had already seen you at your worst - drunk and defeated - so in hindsight he probably wouldn’t care. The plan was to head over there, eat whatever junk food you’d picked up on your way, watch a movie, play whatever new game he had and head back to the hotel before it got too late. Not really some special occasion.

When you got there you were happy to see Kenny doing better, while you were eating he told you he had a check-up for later that week, and he was expecting the doctor to give him the ok to go back to wrestling. This was fantastic news, not only because you had felt Kenny’s absence backstage, but also because you knew the pain and anxiety of having old injuries flaring up. Every now and again you’d feel the pain returning to the spot in your spine where you had the surgery, and every time it happened you had to face the reality that your body had a limit, one you’d have to face. But while you had made peace with that, you weren’t quite so sure if Kenny had come around to that just yet.

As the afternoon went on, things moved with a tranquility and ease that brought a much needed peace to Kenny’s anxious mind. Being alone in that house had been almost driving him mad as much as the injury itself - he did have plenty of contact with people through other means, but he missed having someone around. And having you around was even better. Sure, the minute he saw you outside the door his heart skipped a beat, you were beautiful, and your smile was brighter than the sun, melting his heavy heart in the span of a second. But it didn’t take long for your presence to seem like it always belonged there, just like it had back on that night after the Christmas party.

You had brought food - and a couple of beers for yourself - so you two ate together, chatting along as you did so. While you ate, you asked him about his injury, seeming genuinely worried about Kenny’s health. Which, he wouldn’t deny, warmed his chest to no end. When he told you he would probably get an ok to return to the ring by next week, he could have sworn your smile seemed a bit brighter. To see the worry in your eyes had him soft, heart easily shaken by even the smallest of gestures. After eating, you two watched a few things on the TV and just overall had a good time.

A few times Kenny caught himself staring, eyes lingering on your smile, the way your eyes creased when you laughed, following the curves of your body as you moved. He had been trying to keep his heart in check, as if he could hold the damn organ in his hand and force it to behave normally around you. But the smooth sound of your voice and the sweet smell of your perfume made it hard for him to keep his composure.

By the time evening rolled about, you two had moved on to playing video games already. At first, you played something cooperative, but soon enough you had moved onto things Kenny was far more used to - fighting games. The minute he picked the game, you knew it was already his territory. It’s not like you hadn’t played any of them, not like you didn’t own some, but Kenny was a bit too much on too much into it. And you were nowhere on his level. As his third victory in a roll proved. Or was it fourth? You didn’t wanna think about that.

“Really, are you even trying?”

Kenny laughed and you rolled your eyes, feeling the well known urge to punch his face lurking in the background of your mind. Instead, you picked up one of the soft pillows over the couch and hurled it at his head, sending a warning shot full force his way - although, a fluffy one. You didn’t even look his way, eyes facing the TV as you heard his surprised yelp from his spot on the sofa. In your peripheral vision, you caught your soft foreign object hitting him right in the face before falling to the floor, Kenny scowling as he laughed for a second.

“Keep pissing me off, I’m gonna be trying to break your back again,” you mumbled in response to him, pushing the button to start the next match.

“Oh, come on,” Kenny started before you shushed him.

“Shhh, it’s starting,” you shot back, waving the controller at him as the announcer counted the start of the match.

All you heard was Kenny laughing as he turned back to the TV, curving forward as he leaned on his knees. You were almost curling up on yourself in stress, sitting by his side with your legs pulled over the couch, torso resting on the sofa’s arm. His long fingers moved with a speed you couldn’t really even register, soon enough he was having you backed up again. For someone so good with actual violence, you performed really poorly at virtual violence. Kenny, on the other hand, was almost fucking born for this. He had been like that back in Japan too, so it was no wonder that he just got worse - well, actually, better - with time. It didn’t take long for him to be clearly beating your ass again.

And that’s why you cheated. Everybody has a breaking point, after all.

“Hey,” you heard him explain as your foot made contact with his shoulder, his exclamation getting mixed with your laughter.

Your kick threw him off balance and gave yourself a small opening that you managed to capitalize on. You could feel him stare back at you for a second before turning back to the TV, and though you had finally gotten the upper hand, Kenny was quick to get it back. His laughter filled the living room for about a second before you kicked in his direction again. This time he was faster, catching your foot with one hand just as it neared his shoulder.

“This is cheating, you know,” he laughed back at you.

“You talk like you’ve never seen me fighting,” you snickered at Kenny, glancing at him as he pushed your foot back in your direction.

You laughed again yourself, the one moment he took one hand from the controller was all you needed to recover. Kenny was swearing by your side, working hard to regain the ground he’d lost as he shook his head at your antics, not even hiding his amused chuckles. If you were to be honest, pestering him was far more fun than the game. Especially as he was pushing you into a corner once more. So, without thinking twice, you tried to strike him again.

“Oh, no, that’s enough,” you heard Kenny say as his hand caught your foot.

You were laughing loudly now, and Kenny could hear the pure glee you got just from pestering him. When he caught your strike, he pushed your foot forward this time, a loud ‘no’ echoing through your laughter as he extended your leg between you on the couch as he threw his much heavier one over it. He had gotten so caught up in your hijinks that it took him a moment too long to notice you had been capitalizing on his loss of attention all along. When he finally did though, he tried to appeal to your own tactics, dropping the controller, hand reaching for your forearm and trying to throw you off balance. But it was no use, the game finally ending with you winning.

“Cheater,” Kenny turns fully to you, voice loud as he pushes your forearm back in the direction of your body, leaning in close to you.

Your amused chuckles turn to a mock evil laughter at his comment, body shaking wildly. Kenny holds himself up on the sofa’s backrest with one arm, his other hand still pushing against your forearm, fingers wrapping completely around as he had you cornered against the arm of the couch. At first, he is shaking his head, repeating his words and giving you his best judgment stare. But soon enough he breaks, laughing alongside you, your own laughter turning more genuine. He let go of you, your arm lowering as you both laughed together, eyes shut tight as his lungs burnt like fire.

It took a few seconds for your laughter to start to die down, and when it did, Kenny opened his eyes first. That was when it hit him, just how close you were. He could see every detail of your features, from the wrinkles around your closed eyes to the dimples near your mouth as you laughed so freely alongside him. He could feel the heat of your body too and smell your perfume, it was something warm and sweet, like chocolate and citrus.

The scent hooks his mind like a drug, making a moment turn into an eternity before you finally open your eyes, a bright smile painting your face. You look at him and he swears he has never seen anything more beautiful in his life, the undertow of your eyes pulling him deep. He can feel how heavy your breathing is, just like his own, both of your faces just a few inches apart. Kenny knows he should get away from you, but he doesn’t find the guts to do so, feeling his mind dazed by the pull of your eyes and the inviting warmth of the smile curling on your soft lips. So he stays, mesmerized by your beauty, thick silence hanging between the two of you before your smooth voice breaks it.

“You know,” you whispered and Kenny could feel the warmth of your breath on his skin, almost taste the words as they spilled from your gorgeous lips, “you never answered if you’d kiss me or not?”

Your question catches him completely off guard, it’s like breathing is an alien concept as his lungs tighten and his throat closes. Kenny’s eyes widen in response, exposing all of their chilling blue, black overtaking it as his pupils dilate. His mind screams loudly in his head, repeating two heavy words: you remembered. You remembered. He had all but buried the memory of that night and all it stirred in him, but you remembered. All of these months, and you did. After a moment of panic, Kenny remembers how to breathe, sucking in air and the intoxicating smell of you.

“You remember,” he mutters silently, half a question half a statement, he doesn’t even know why he does it, the words bursting through his teeth despite not even registering in his mind.

“Surprising, yeah,” you say between chuckles, darkened eyes burning into Kenny’s own, “but that isn’t an answer.”

You whisper the words like a secret and Kenny feels time coming to a standstill, ice creeping through his veins, poison in his bloodstream. His heart beats fast, fighting against his rib cage, he can hear its drumming, the thunderous sound drowning his reason. He shouldn’t do this, he knows. All the common sense in his head screaming that he is about to make a bad decision, that some desires are best left unfulfilled. But god, why should he listen to common sense? His life had been a continuous succession of him doing things he knew he shouldn’t, why would he stop now? Why stop himself when your lips feel magnetic, pulling him ever closer, your skin calling for his own in a language only your bodies can hear.

His consciousness screams in his ears, but it means nothing, the thunder of his heartbeat swallowing the sound as Kenny crashes his lip to yours, closing the gap between you both. It’s like time moves again, your warmth spreading through his body and melting away the chill in his veins. Your skin feels soft against his, molding to the shape of his own as he presses impossibly closer. He doesn’t even need to ask for entrance, as he leans into the kiss you open your mouth ever so slightly, inviting his tongue in. It’s an invitation he doesn’t dare deny.

Your lips taste like beer and Kenny remembers he used to complain, the bitterness stinging his tongue, but he thinks it fits you now, sharp bite adding an edge to your warmth. Otherwise, you feel soft and heaven-like to him, wet mouth welcoming his tongue as it slides inside. The taste of you is intoxicating, and the velvety caress of your lips has his heartbeat faltering as he slowly explores your mouth. Despite the fire in his body, the kiss is tender and tentative, deliberate in the same way of someone who returns to a home they once knew, but had long since lost.

Kenny doesn’t want to pull away, but when his lungs start to burn he has to, departing from the warmth of your lips with a heavy sight. He is almost afraid to look you in the eyes, but he does so anyway, finding your face inches apart from his own. His heart is still hammering against his ears when his blue eyes meet your gaze, expression unreadable for a moment before your lips curl into a smile. God, it’s like someone breathed life into him again, like he could take on anything, his anxieties all pushed back to the dark corners of his mind at the sight. You look perfect, you feel perfect, and he could be sure he was blushing by now.

“I’m gonna take that as yes,” you say with a small laugh and he feels your hot breath on his mouth.

“You should,” Kenny replies with a chuckle before diving in for another kiss, a hand reaching to touch your face.

His rough palm cradles your jaw as his fingertips touch your neck, warmth spreading through your skin. The touch is not forceful, it’s firm yet gentle, though the kiss this time is anything but. The minute Kenny’s lips crash back onto yours, his tongue is already in your mouth, tasting and claiming anything it can. Where the first kiss was tentative, this one is bold and greedy as he explores every inch of your wet mouth. You drop the controller from your hands to the ground before reaching for his broad chest, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his shirt, hard muscle welcoming your touch.

He sinks his teeth into your bottom lip and you moan into the kiss, making Kenny pull you closer by the neck, his rough stubble scratching against your skin. You feel like you are drowning into his warmth, into the taste of his mouth and the woody smell of his perfume. One of your hands travels to the nape of his neck, feeling his soft skin burning under your touch like a furnace. Your other hand stays exploring his broad chest, feeling the thick ropes of muscle responding to your touch under his shirt. In the time you spent apart, he had somehow gotten larger, the broad expanse of his torso feeling solid to your fingers.

Kenny moans under your touch, breaking his mouth away from yours and sucking in a breath. You feel breathless yourself, trying to recover as he brushes his lips against your face. He adjusts himself on the couch, leg finally freeing yours before pulling you closer, a thick arm surrounding your waist and pressing your body closer to him as he leans into you. He feels so hot to the touch, heating you as your fingers travel from his chest to his sides. Kenny groans into your skin and the rough sound has you shivering as he kisses your jaw and down to your neck. His large hand cradles your head as you expose the sensitive skin to him, whimpers escaping from your lips while your hand slips under his shirt.

When your soft fingers touch the skin of his side Kenny grunts, running his teeth along your exposed pulse. By now, the part of his brain that protested had all but been drowned out, only the distant sound of the TV and your soft whimpers filling his mind. The sensation of your hands running up from his abs to his chest has a shudder climbing up his spine and a tightness forming in his core. Kenny lays sloppy wet kisses down your neck, devouring you like a desperate man. God, how had he missed the taste of your skin, the way your warm body felt against his. It was like seeing the sun again for the first time in years, a blessing made flesh.

A strangled cry leaves your mouth when Kenny bites lightly into the sensitive spot at the junction of your neck and shoulder - one he still had mapped in his mind even after all these years. Slowly but surely he finds his way around your skin again, hand grabbing your sides hard, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. When he bites into your neck again you moan, one hand tugging at his hair hard, pulling a low groan from him as his darkened blue eyes find yours.

You look him over, and Kenny prays to any god that he doesn’t seem as desperate as he feels. You look gorgeous yourself, breathless and dazed, trapped between his torso and the arm of the couch. He only lets you both have a moment to regain your breath before his mouth finds yours again in a messy and needy kiss. Your tongues move together as he feels you moan into him, sound swallowed by his hungry lips. He feels you digging your fingers into his chest and he shudders again, cock straining against his underwear, hard and sensitive. The hand you have on his neck slides to his shoulder, and suddenly Kenny is being pushed backwards, his torso meeting the backrest of the couch as you move to straddle him.

The kiss remains unbroken even as you change positions, mouths still moving against each other in a sloppy dance. Kenny is more than happy to let you climb on top of him, a thick arm pulling you ever closer, chests pressed together. His other hand finds your clothed thigh, slowly traveling up until it finds your hips, fingers moving to the expanse of your ass, groping hard the soft flesh there. You roll your hips over his, and Kenny breaks from the kiss with a hiss, the friction making his cock even harder. Though, you don’t give him a moment to breathe, soft lips kissing the way from his mouth to his jaw and then down to his neck.

Kenny almost whimpers at your touches and it has your mind reeling. To have a man that feels so massive, so solid, grunting and groaning under you is exhilarating. It’s like your senses are on overdrive, making his smell and the warmth of his body act like a drug to your system. His stubble scratches against your lips as you kiss your way down his neck, and you feel every reaction of his body, the way his fingers grip harder and the muscles tighten under your touch. Kenny’s large hands feel heavy on you, one kneading hard at the flesh in your ass and the other sliding below your shirt, his touch searing your skin.

You roll your hips over his again and a groan escapes through his teeth, you can feel the vibrations in his neck before even hearing it. There is something rough and seductive to the untamed sounds he makes, the way his voice feels husky and thick, dripping through your entire body. Truth be said, you could hear him all day. You lick a strip down his thick neck and Kenny shudders under you, your body hyper aware of every movement of his own. He is gripping you hard, the hand in your shirt moving up your sides, his rough thumb and palm caressing your breast - this time, it’s you who shudders.

With a moan, you grind your hips against his, feeling the hard bulge in his pants push straight against your crotch - you hadn’t forgotten that he was big but, shit, it still felt impressive. You bite into his neck lightly and that has Kenny grunting a deep sound, hips bucking against yours and it’s all too much. Your body is screaming, burning with desire, pussy tightening around nothing just at the clothed friction. It’s like you are set aflame, and you need him now. You slide away from his lap swiftly, like your body has a mind of its own, positioning yourself on the floor between his legs, fingers ghosting over his waistband for a second as your eyes find his own.

As soon as your weight lifts from his legs, Kenny already misses the feeling of your body pressed against his. Your movement had been so fluid that he barely had any time to react, his hands missing your supple flesh and the softness of your skin. When his eyes find you kneeling, he is almost taken aback by the sight, breath caught in his throat for a moment as he takes in your slightly disheveled form, the colorful lights from the game illuminating your body as the background music keeps on looping. Fuck, this definitely wasn’t how he expected the night to go, but he wasn’t about to complain.

You dig your fingers into the waistband of his pants, tongue sliding out to lick your lips, and that’s all the incentive Kenny needs, immediately sliding his hips closer to the edge of the couch. You run one hand over his sensitive bulge, the other holding onto his clothed thigh, while your darkened eyes find his. Kenny groans at the touch, feeling his erection twitch under your fingers, every fiber in his body tightening at the friction. In one movement he pulls the waistband of his pants and underwear down, freeing his rock hard cock, big veins popping all over his thick shaft.

Kenny’s large hand wraps tight around the base as he admires how perfect you look between his legs. He tries not to think about how much he had missed the sight, missed the feeling of your skin on his. He wants desperately to tell you just how fucking gorgeous you look, but the words catch in his throat, still unsure if this is all a dream and afraid that if he says anything the spell will be broken. All those thoughts are banished from his mind, though, as you follow his lead, hand wrapping around his own.

You break eye contact with him, bringing your mouth closer to his cock, lips hovering over his sensitive head in a tease before you take it in your mouth, pulling from Kenny a guttural sound. His whole body shudders under you, massive thighs tensing at your touch. Damn, from this angle his frame looked even bigger than before, an utterly impressive sight. You suck on the head of his cock and he groans deep and dark, the sound alone making your core tighten, and he felt just way too good in your mouth. With a moan, you unwrap your lips from his dick, gripping his large hand as you sit back on your knees, soaking in the image before you.

Kenny was huge, that was no news to you, but he was still a sight to behold. His cock was long, veiny and thick - thick enough to fill his own large hands, deft fingers only barely wrapped around the girthy shaft. You take it in your hand, taking in just how hot and hard it feels against your palm, his fingers releasing their grip on himself as you replace them. Bringing your lips teasingly close to his heated skin, you move them from his head all the way down to where your fingers wrapped around the base. Kenny groans as you press the flat of your tongue to the underside of his erection, tracing over the thick vein that runs from base to head. When your tongue reaches the red and sensitive head of his cock, Kenny moans, you can feel his powerful hips stuttering under you.

You repeat the movement a few more times, licking him from base to slit, relinquishing in tasting his cock before finally taking him in your mouth again. Kenny trembles under your hands as you suck on his head before going lower. You can hear him curse in a deep voice above you, it feels wild, dark and erotic all at the same time. The sound only spurs you on, making you take more of him in your mouth every time you move down before coming back up to the tip again. The groans turn to low and raspy grunts, your name hissed under his heavy breaths as you continue your movements.

You feel Kenny’s hand touch your face and for a moment you expect him to grab your hair and pull your face down, but it never happens. Instead, his thick fingers brush a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, caressing your cheek with a light touch as you moan around his cock. The softness of his touch came as a surprise when compared to what you were used to from him, and not an unwelcomed one.

When you moan around him, Kenny shivers, whole body reacting as he felt the vibrations go straight to his sensitive cock, a groan coming from deep within his chest. He watched through half lidded eyes as you swallowed him, mouth opening wide to take his thick shaft a good two thirds of the way in. Shit, you looked so good taking him like this, felt so damn perfect too, so warm and wet around him. The hand on your face continued caressing you, feeling the softness of your skin, fingers twitching slightly as your movements teared away at his sanity. His other hand held the edge of the couch, gripping so tight that veins popped all the way up to his forearm. He was slowly losing himself in the sloppy pleasure of having your mouth around his cock.

Your name spills out of his mouth in a strained mutter, Kenny struggling to keep his eyes focused as the erotic wet noises you were making brought him ever closer to the edge of madness. You bobbed your head up and down, dragging his cock on your tongue and the soft walls of your mouth. The coil in his core tightened even more as he watched you working him so perfectly that he almost couldn’t believe it, lips coming closer and closer to the base of his erection. Kenny groaned, feeling his whole body shivering, fighting the instinctual desire of his hips to just buck into your mouth. He was pretty sure you could feel it too, feel the way his body tensed, feel how his muscles twitched even under his clothes, feel the way you drove him to madness, body and mind.

Kenny almost whimpered as you slid further down, gagging slightly around his cock as it got so damn close to the back of your throat. He gasped, heart racing in his chest as he cradled your face in his large hands, fingertips gently caressing the skin of your nape. It felt so fucking good, his consciousness almost slipping away from him, mouth whispering praises that his brain didn’t even register. You were moving slower now, working your way to the place where he wanted you to be, deliberately pushing him deeper down. Your wet mouth felt heavenly on him, making sloppy, almost pornographic sounds as you slid down, and Kenny wanted so much more. But he could wait for it, let you set the pace, he knew you’d find your way to the base of his cock, he was sure of it.

The sound of Kenny’s muttered praises and desperate grunts reached your ears like a wave of pleasure, lighting your body even further aflame. He felt so hot under you, powerful body twitching and tensing at your touch, his thick erection throbbing against your lips as you felt the stuttering of his hips again. In contrast to the rest of his body, the hand on your face remained gentle, caressing your jaw and neck before his fingers delved into your hair, holding it firmly but still letting you set the pace. Slowly you worked more of him into your mouth - a hefty task that you hadn’t done in years, and Kenny was even longer and thicker than you remembered. But, fuck, he was so delicious, there was no way you wouldn’t take the whole thing in your mouth again.

A groan rumbles through Kenny’s body, his hips almost shaking under you. His thick cock twitched between your lips and you could already taste the precum spilling from the slit, flooding your mouth. God, he felt so good, the swollen head of his cock dragging over your tongue down past the back of your mouth every time you pulled up and then swallowed him again. You get close to taking all of him and Kenny grunts, the sound shaking your body and reaching into your core. He is moaning loud now, precum leaking vigorously as you suck almost all of him. When your lips finally kiss his base, he shudders, cock throbbing intensely as he groans your name like a prayer.

Kenny has to fight the urge to scream when he feels your lips touch his hips, feel his entire cock sheathed balls deep in your mouth. Instead, he mutters your name, dirty praises laced in desire falling from his lips. His brain barely even registers what he says, too focused on the feeling of your mouth around him. Kenny caresses your head with the hand in your hair, words failing him when you start to move again, pulling up to the tip then diving all the way to the base. Shit, you felt so soft and wet, taking his whole fucking cock, so god damn perfect. He could feel his erection throbbing as you picked up the pace, the coil in his core tightening fast, a shudder wrecking through his body.

“Ah, fuck, that’s it,” Kenny groans in a broken plea, voice husky and deep and dripping with something sinful. “Fuck, taking me so good. Looking so pretty, too,” he whispers, half lidded eyes following your movement.

His praises turn to curses as the feeling of your mouth dragging along his sensitive dick has him delirious. It’s like his whole body is being taken to the edge of pleasure, winding so tight that he can’t help the bucking of his hips anymore, his muscles moving on their own. Kenny watches you bobbing your head, taking him all the way again and again, the flat of your tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his shaft and driving him mad. He feels his cock throbbing more and more as his orgasm draws ever closer, coating the inside of your mouth in his salty precum, making your movements even easier as it mixes with your saliva.

The grip he has on your hair tightens, but Kenny doesn’t try to control your movements, already going crazy as he just watches you slobbering up and down his cock. His fingers on the edge of the couch grip even harder, knuckles turning white. You look so fucking pretty sucking his cock, feel so damn good, and that’s all he can think about. All he can feel is you, and the way his length throbbed on your tongue, the wet warmth of your mouth as you took all of him. It was too much, driving Kenny to the edge until he felt the coil in his core snapping, white flooding his vision as a deep shudder shakes his whole body.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts, his deep voice almost breaking, “I’m gonna cum, I’m g-”

Kenny loses himself before he can finish his words and you stop your movement, keeping his cock all the way in as it twitches and throbs with abandon. He makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a roar as his release spills deep inside. You can feel his body trembling under you, thick thighs shaking as they frame your form. He is shooting rope after rope of his cum, it floods your mouth and throat as you start to swallow. That task is made harder by just how thick it is and how much he shoots, the strong taste taking over your tongue and it feels so damn good. You milk Kenny through his orgasm before pulling him out of your mouth, a bit of his cum still spilling from the head of his cock and landing on your lip.

Relaxing back against the couch, Kenny grunts, the rumble coming from deep within him as he watches his cum dripping down your lips. He releases his hand from your hair, caressing your face with his knuckles before his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, spreading the cum that had spilled on it. You suck on his thumb and Kenny shudders, a long groan escaping his lips as his blue eyes get lost in the sight before him. Shit, you looked too sinfully good like that, a beauty that his words could never do justice - and one he had been almost sure he had lost forever. You smile and his heart warms, his own lips curling up in response as he puts his cock in his pants and then helps you back up on his lap.

“Holy shit,” Kenny mutters under his breath, eyes closed as he tries to calm his erratic breathing.

“Everything okay there, Kenny?” you ask with a laugh.

Hearing his name in your voice sends a shiver down his spine, a feeling not helped by how your warm hands caressed his face. Kenny laughs along with you, hands rubbing your clothed thighs in slow movements as he lazily opens his eyes. He can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face as he sees you, hair tousled and lips reddened from the abuse, your skin glowing beautifully under the colorful lights from the TV. To him, you looked perfect, the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. Without thinking, Kenny leans forward, pulling your body against his as his mouth captures your own in a slow but passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tasting the remnants of his cum.

“Oh yeah, more than ok,” he responds with a laugh as he finally breaks from the kiss, face still hovering close to your own. “Shit, I had almost forgotten just how fucking good you are at that.”

“Ouch, I take offense in being forgotten,” you snicker, your warm laughter ringing in his ears as he kisses his way from your jaw to your neck.

“I said almost,” he grunts, looking up at you from where his face was buried in your heated skin.

You catch sight of his eyes as he speaks, their beautiful blue having returned, like a fragment of the ocean in reach of your hands. Kenny nips at the skin below your collarbone and you shudder, a small whine leaving your lips. His body feels almost searing hot against yours, stubble scratching your chest as he lays lazy kisses and bites at the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your hands roam over his broad back, finding the rim of shirt to bunch up the fabric and let your fingers touch the warm skin below, feel the way his thick muscles ripple under your palms. His massive frame almost engulfs you fully, large hands holding your hips in place with a strong grip. He felt so big, so powerful - and yet, nowhere near as dangerous as he did back in Japan.

Kenny bites at your neck again and you moan, nails digging into his flesh. You feel him groan more than you hear it, the sound muffled by your skin as his mouth never leaves it, his tongue making a hot wet mess of whatever it touches. One of his hands moves to your ass, groping you hard again as the other slips under your shirt, thick arm circling your waist and keeping you pinned against him. He sucks at your sensitive flesh and you moan again, burying your face in his soft curls. Kenny’s teeth digs into your skin and you almost scream, trying desperately to squirm against him, but it’s to no avail. He does it again, biting harder this time as he sucks on your neck and you force your mind to work, one hand tugging on his hair to pull his mouth away from you.

“Kenny!”

You cry out his name and he immediately pulls away, bright blue eyes finding your own, worry tinging their gentle waters. The cool air of the room meets the wet trail he left on your neck, leaving a chill touch on the area. Kenny’s large hands don’t let go of your body, but his grip loosens, allowing you more room to move, his fingers gently caressing your skin. The softness in his touch echoes the worry in his eyes and you almost feel bad for him - but you really don’t need a hickey on display for your next match.

“Hey, careful not to mark me,” you say with a laugh, trying to ease his worries as your fingers brush his hair away from his face. “I got a show in two days.”

“Shit, shit,” Kenny mutters under his breath, eyes falling away from your gaze. “Did I hurt you?” There is worry still laced in his voice as his hand comes up to your neck, touch so very gentle as he inspects it.

“It’s ok, Kenny, I’m just being a bit cautious,” the words leave your lips with a warm laugh, your hands brushing over Kenny’s large shoulders as you shrug before pushing him back against the couch. “I mean, you’ve always been a pretty intense person, no criticism, I mean, but the last thing I need is a huge purple bite mark on my neck on show night. Just watch out for the visible places and we are good,” you chuckle again before your lips meet his in a kiss.

Kenny welcomes the touch of your skin against his, but it still doesn’t fully clear him of the tightness in his gut. You had put it lightly by using the word intense, he knew he used to be downright aggressive during sex when you were together. On one hand, that was part of a person he wasn’t anymore. He had changed from that rush and aggression from his youth to someone who was passionate, hard but not violent, just different from what you had last experienced. But on the other hand, that was something that scared him too - the possibility that what you wanted he’d fail at offering you.

When your lips slowly pull away from his, Kenny opens his eyes again, hoping you can’t see the turmoil in him. He caresses your skin, giving you a smile as one of his hands rubs your thigh, the other flat against your back, keeping your body close to his as your mouths part. Your fingers delve into his hair and Kenny groans again, feeling your other hand roam from his shoulder to his bicep. When he meets your gaze again Kenny gives you his best laugh, trying to ease himself more so than you.

“I think the word you were looking for there was aggressive. But yeah, I’ll keep away from the visible spots,” he responds with a chuckle, eyes drawn by the smile you give him. “Though, it has been a long time since we last had sex, and I’m not that same guy anymore. So if you are looking for that, well, I’m afraid you’re not gonna like what I’ve got to give you now.”

As Kenny talks, he buries his nose in your neck, words spoken against your warm skin as he tries to hide his anxieties from you by drowning in the scent of your body. Your moan reaches his ears as he kisses the exposed part of your shoulder, his large hands bringing you ever closer - as if praying you wouldn’t get away, silently begging for you to stay. When he feels you pull at his hair he looks up again, blue eyes finding you looking back at him, an inviting smile painted on your face as your hand moves to hold him by the jaw.

“Why don’t you let me know that new you, then?”

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Day 11: Christmas Eve

Eddie Munson list

12 Days of Christmas List

[800 words]

Note: so I know it’s not Christmas anymore and I’m so sorry you all had to wait for so long. I do plan on continuing with my writing but you should all hear it from me, 2023 will not have as frequent updates as my 2022 works. I’ve taken on a new job, still studying and will try my absolute best to write the stories you have all grown to love on here. That’s all for now, and I’ll finish off the 12 day of Christmas for my own sanity of the series being completed.

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With all the lead up to the big day, over the years you started to feel that Christmas day was overhyped. Most of the time you would be stuck between family members you only saw once every few months, picking at the food on your plate.

But Christmas Eve? Yeah Christmas Eve was the main shit for you. You’d go all out, decorating cookies and perfectly wrapping each gift. Naturally, everything had to be following a particular colour style and presentation for how it looked…. Aesthically pleasiinig visuals was a must.

Over the few years that Eddie had grown to known you, seeing how you shined on Christmas Eve was one of his favoirite things. This christmas however, all your plans came crashing out because fate had been cruel and decided to gift you with the Flu on your favourite holiday.

And he had to hear all about your suffering as you spoke to him on the phone.

“By now I would’ve had all the presents wrapped,” you sulked, tearing up into the phone. “The house would smell like cookies…”

“I’m sure the house still smells great!” Eddie laughed, trying to conceal the noises he was making.

“I wouldn’t know, can’t smell a fucking thing.” You sniffled, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the—“ you were cut off by your own coughing, followed by groaning at the chest pains.

“Nothing much.” He lied, his eyes scanning over the mess of his creations. “I’ll let you rest up, Merry Christmas Eve love. Get better soon.”

“I’ll try.”

And with that, Eddie hung up the phone and got back to work. He had a scattered mess of wrapping paper and baked goods around the small trailer. It took him forever to hunt down the exact type of bows you always used, and as for the wrapping paper… he got the closest thing he could find.

You would always rave about how you mainly loved preparing everything for others to enjoy. And yet, Eddie couldn’t remember the last time someone gave you anything as nicely put together or special.

Today seemed like the perfect opportunity for Eddie to do just that. All the gifts he was planning on giving you tomorrow for Christmas Day suddenly had a new purpose; to give you the joyous Christmas Eve you always wanted.

With the gifts loaded in his truck, trays of cookies sat neatly on the passenger seat, Eddie was ready.

The drive to your house was short but he took his time, terrified that the slightest bump or curve in the road meant all his hard work would be destroyed.

He sung along quietly to himself when he parked the van in the driveway. Slowly he unloaded the goods and his eye caught the white costume beard.

He sighed, “Jesus Christ, Wayne.” He laughed, grabbing the rather cheap Santa beard in his hand. “I thought I said no to the beard, bloody old man.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. Wayne felt absolutely gutted that you were sick and suggested that Eddie should dress up like the ‘big guy’ when he makes his delivery. Eddie opted for a simple Santa t-shirt but couldn’t get the image of the beard out of his head. Would you like it? Would you think he was childish?

Frankly he didn’t care, or he should have thought about it more. Because now, he stood on your porch, arms full of presents and baked goods. And his big smile covered behind the white fake beard.

You, on the other hand, were covered in tissues and buried yourself in a blanket that towered over your entire body as you opened the front door. The first thing you saw was boxes upon boxes of gifts. All containing the exact ribbon you loved.

“Merry Christmas Eve! I figured since you couldn’t do the ribbons this year, then I’d give them to you.” The voice behind the hair and boxes called out.

That voice that you could always pick out in a crowd.

You smiled the best you could without feeling more pain, and you weren’t entirely sure if the tears running down your cheeks were from pure love of his boy or the slightly stinging sensation from your sore sinus.

“What—Eddie.” You croaked out, “what’s all this?!”

He scoffed, “It’s Christmas Eve. Like I was going to let you miss it.”

He leaned over all the items in his arms to kiss you on the forehead, you nudged him away, “But I’ll make you sick!”

“I don’t care. Gimme your germs.”

The toy of you laughed, hugged and sneezed for the rest of the night. And although you hated to admit it, perhaps being on the receiving end of your Christmas Eve celebrations was nice for once.

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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Sweet Sixteen (5/11)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of bad family relationships.

Despite the run-in with Abigail, Y/n had a relatively drama-free first term at Hogwarts that year. The sessions with Sirius were starting to pay off. His end-of-term project on Muggle Sports got a grading of sixty-five percent, ten percent more than his average last year. Y/n even started having fun teaching him. He was a good student; always listened well and finished his homework with few mistakes. Y/n found her self feeling proud when he came to their third-last session of the term with the news of his mark. He had improved so much in a few weeks.

Not only was that going well, but as usual, Y/n aced all of her end-of-term projects. It had gotten a bit stressful towards the end when the deadlines started looming their ugly heads, but now that they were done she could start relaxing and looking forward to the Christmas Holidays.

That was, until her parents sent her a letter.

Friends of ours from university invited us to their beach house for Christmas. They don't know about your kind so we thought it'd be best if you stayed at your school these coming holidays.

It really shouldn't have hit her so hard to read those words. She'd known something like this might start to happen along the line. Especially after...

There's no use crying about it, she told herself after she'd thrown the letter away, Christmas will be a lot nicer without them dodging around the truth of what I am all the time.

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"Last lesson of the term, Pads. How are you going to survive without seeing your girl for three weeks?" James teased as Sirius was getting ready to go to his last tutoring session for the term.

He rolled his eyes, "She's not my girl, Prongs. Not yet, at least. And I can function perfectly well without her, thank you."

"I beg to differ," Remus retorted, smirking gleefully, "Last week you were so distracted because you were thinking about her that you walked straight through Nearly Headless Nick and smack bang into a wall. That was after two days of not seeing her. I bet you'll be wishing she was staying here at Hogwarts with you and James after twenty-four hours."

Sirius glared at the two of them. Some friends they were.

The library was emptier than usual, most other students in their dorms packing for the train tomorrow. Sirius couldn't help but grin at the familiar sight of her sitting at their usual desk, her hair down like always and her nose stuck in a book. She was wearing a red jumper today and Sirius allowed himself to feel a spark of warmth at seeing her in his house colour.

"I see you've come in Gryffindor attire today, L/n," he teased fondly as he sat down in front of her.

Y/n looked up at him slowly and his good moody quickly sharpened at the redness of her eyes.

"Hello Black," she greeted weakly and began putting away her book, the usually fluid movement mechanical and without energy.

Sirius's heart ached at the sadness in her tone so as she reached for her bag to pull out her textbook he quickly put his own over it to stop her.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He murmured, using her first name to address her for the first time.

She shook her head and blinked furiously at the wetness starting to gleam in her eyes, "Nothing, Black. I'm fine."

Her eyes met his for a split second before she averted them to her hands, but in that moment Sirius saw enough in them to recognise her pain. He'd seen that exact look in the mirror far too many times to count, after all. Someone she cared about had hurt her and she was wondering what she could have done differently to prevent it. What ever had happened, she thought it was her fault even though it was most definitely not.

Y/n tried to reach for her bag again, but this time Sirius picked it up for her and stood from his seat.

"Come on," he said, jerking his head toward the door, "We're going to do something different today."

He started walking away, hoping she would follow. Maybe even show some sign of annoyance with him for taking over the lesson. Any emotion other than heartache and self-hatred was really what he was hoping for.

"Where are we going?" She called after him and a few moments later she was walking beside him, her book in her hand. She had painted her nails a deep e/c, he realised. The colour matched her eyes, even with the red rimming them. How could anyone still be this beautiful even after crying their eyes out as she so clearly had?

"You tell me," Sirius said and gave her a small, genuine smile, "I thought we could go for a walk outside. But this is for your benefit, so if you would rather go somewhere else I don't mind."

She was silent for a few moments then nodded, "Outside sounds nice. I could use some fresh air."

And that was that.

They exited the castle through the courtyard and walked all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest before either of them spoke.

"So do you want to talk about it?" Sirius asked, breaking the silence.

"About what?" She replied, her tone forcefully light.

Sirius stopped her with his hand on her arm and made her look him in the eye, "About what made you cry your eyes raw. And don't tell me it's nothing because I've been where you are so I know it's not."

She swallowed and looked down at her feet. Sirius tried to ignore how his chest deflated with disappointment when she didn't say anything. They continued walking for a bit and the entire time Sirius scolded himself for being too forward. He should have just let her tell him when she was ready but he had let his impatience get the best of him.

Eventually they arrived back at the castle. Just as he was about to take a turn and part ways with Y/n, she stopped him by saying, "Thank you, Sirius. I don't know how you knew what I needed, but thank you."

He turned his head too look at her. The lack of light in her e/c eyes made his stomach twist.

"And I'm sorry I couldn't tell you what want me to tell you," she continued before he could say anything, "The truth is I don't really think I know you well enough to be sure you won't go telling your friends. If I'm being honest, after these past few weeks I find it hard to believe you would do something like that, but I just couldn't risk it. I think I might want to tell you eventually though. Some time in the future when I know you better, but I guess that depends on if we ever become more than just acquaintances." She finished speaking as if she had just poured her heart out. As if everything she had said had been something she had been thinking about for a while and it had all just come out against her will.

Sirius's breath caught in his throat as he processed what she meant. She wanted to be his friend. Not just tutor. Not just someone forced to spend time with him. His friend.

He swallowed and gave her a small smile, "I'll always be here if you want to talk."

She smiled back at him then. For the first time since he'd known her, she actually smiled at him as if he was worth something. As if she didn't care about his reputation or his bad history with his family. As if she cared about him. Something warm filled his chest at that smile and his own widened a little.

"You're definitely not who I thought you were, Sirius Black," she mused before turning around and walking back to Ravenclaw Tower.

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Chapter Fourteen

Feeling better than he has in a while, Fox is set to relax for the weekend. But, will other plans surface? 😊

Saturday morning, Fox woke up with a smile. He felt light, like a burden had been lifted off of his chest.

Since Samantha had been visiting, he had felt the weight there. As though he had been deceitful to Dana for not sharing his past when she had been so forthcoming with her own. He knew that he should not feel that way, but that did not stop it from happening.

Rising and feeling energized, he made some coffee and toast. Sitting down at his desk, he opened his laptop and began to write, words and ideas begging to be captured in a document.

Not until his stomach growled, did he realize he had been at it for hours. He had been lost in a story, a new idea erasing the book he had been working on entirely. He felt it in his soul that this was the story he needed to write, the characters practically shouting their hellos to him and to each other.

He laughed as he stood up and stretched. Walking into the kitchen, he took out the containers of leftovers, smiling as he thought of Dana being the one who had put them there. Feeling his pockets, he realized his phone was in his room. Cutting a piece of lasagna and placing it into the microwave to reheat, he went to his room to retrieve his phone.

Three messages were waiting when he pressed the home button and he smiled seeing that two of them were from Dana. Unlocking his phone, he opened the message app and read them.

Thank you again for last night. We’ve been talking about it all morning. Ivy had so much fun. She asked me to ask you to please say hello to Oink for her. 😊

Oh also, she left her bracelets there. Could you please bring them to the diner on Monday? She says she doesn’t need them until then because she got another present this morning and will get one tomorrow. Today was rainbow ribbons and tomorrow will be a paint by number set. Shhh…

He grinned as he went to read the other message from Samantha.

Hey, big brother. How was the lasagna? Didn’t eat it alone, did you? I sure hope not. 😉 Anyway, here are the Christmas lists for the boys you had asked for the other day. I swear, I need to just make one list as they want nearly the exact same things, but… They are really into Legos and the book series on the lists. Or anything else that strikes your fancy. 😊

Sammy Bammy, he typed back. Lasagna was superb, as usual. No, I did not eat it alone, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know. Dana and Ivy came over to join me. We talked after Ivy fell asleep on the couch, about Mom and Dad. It felt cleansing to talk about it with her. She’s… well…

He stared at his words, debating whether to keep the last two. Pressing send before he could dwell too long, he let out a breath. It was not as though Samantha did not already know, but it felt different seeing it in a message.

She’s a fan of yours, he continued, writing another message. Loves your product, has for years. So, I’m gonna need another box, because mine seems to have disappeared from the apartment.

He smiled as he pressed send again and almost immediately saw she was typing back, the three dots bouncing as she wrote her response. Whatever he had been expecting, it was not what came through.

A massive amount of smiley faces with heart eyes and ones with hearts around them, along with red and pink hearts filled the reply bubble, growing large before slamming and settling as a regular message. He laughed loudly as he hit replay, watching the message shake and then settle.

The dots again appeared and he waited.

Fox, that makes me so happy to hear. Or read. 😊 I really liked her, as I said, and I can see she’s been good for you. ❤️

I’ll send a box to you asap. I’ll add some new things I hadn’t included for you, specifically for Dana and Ivy. I’m so glad she likes them. Please tell her thank you. And for more than just liking the product. ❤️💕

He grinned as he sent a quick thank you back to her and assurance that he would look at the Christmas lists. She sent back two hearts and said goodbye.

The microwave beeped, reminding him that his lasagna was waiting. Walking back to the kitchen, he checked it and added another minute to the time.

Looking at the sink, he grinned and reached for Oink and then Ivy’s bracelets that had been left behind. Placing them gently around Oinks neck, he snapped a quick picture and opened his messages again.

Hey there, he typed in reply to Dana’s message. Oink says hello and to tell you she will keep the bracelets safe until Monday. She loves the way they look on her and while she knows that Ivy must miss them, she is happy to borrow them for a couple of days. Have a good weekend.

He added the picture of Oink and pressed send, smiling at the sight of the pig sponge wearing so many colorful bracelets. Laughing, he set the phone on the counter and took out the lasagna from the microwave that was sounding a reminder once again.

Sitting down at his desk to eat and continue writing, his phone beeped as he stood up to get a glass of water.

An audio message from Dana made him smile as he pressed play and Ivy’s voice came through the speakers.

“Oink looks so beautiful with the bracelets. Now she’s a rainbow pig. I think she likes them. She’s smiling. See, Mommy? She’s happy.”

“Yes, love, she is happy. Tell Fox and Oink thank you.”

“Oh yeah. Thank you, Fox and Oink. Mommy will bring them to me on Monday and you can wear them until then.”

She snorted loudly and Dana laughed before the message cut off. Fox laughed heartily, shaking his head and listening to it again before walking back to his desk as he double tapped their message and added a heart to it.

Sitting down, he became lost in the story he was writing, chuckling sporadically at the memory of Ivy’s loud snort and Dana’s surprised laughter.

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Sunday, after staying up late lost in his writing, Fox slept in later than usual. Upon waking up, he decided to do something he had not done in awhile and go for a run.

There were many people out already seizing the day to get things done. Shopping for Christmas gifts, meeting up for a mid-morning breakfast, talking and laughing as he ran past.

He stopped for a breather near the water, pacing back and forth as he stood with his hands on his hips looking down at it. A man on a decorated bike rode by him, Christmas music playing from a speaker in a basket. He smiled at Fox as he continued on, the Santa hat with elf ears he wore, causing Fox to chuckle.

Heading back home, he stopped and bought a coffee and a piece of crumbly coffee cake. Walking the last couple of blocks as he ate, and drank, he was lost in thought over the the character’s in his book, their conversations nearly as real as the ones going on around him.

“Fox!”

He raised his head and looked around, finding Dana and Ivy outside his building. Ivy waved excitedly and Dana smiled, as she held onto the handle of a teal blue collapsible wagon.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to them with a grin, throwing out the bag from his coffee cake. “Did I miss something? Did you call me?” He took his phone from his pocket and saw that he had not missed any calls. He looked back at Dana and she shook her head.

“No!” Ivy shouted with a smile. “We’re surprising you! Was it a good surprise?” She hopped up and down and he laughed with a nod.

“It was a great surprise,” he said, glancing down inside the wagon and frowning when he saw its contents. “What’s all this?”

“Well,” Dana said, clearing her throat and appearing slightly nervous. “Ivy and I were talking last night as we sat on the couch looking at our Christmas lights and we both realized something, or rather Ivy did.”

“Oh? What’s that?” he asked, looking at Ivy and then down into the wagon again.

“You don’t have any Christmas stuff in your house, Fox,” Ivy said and he turned his head toward her. “We have lots at our house, but you don’t have anything. Not any Santas or even one snowman.” She shook her head slowly, her face serious and he raised his eyebrows as he bit back a smile.

“Oh, I see.”

“You don’t even have a Christmas tree.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

“I told Ivy,” Dana said, letting out a breath. “I said that maybe you haven't had a chance yet. Or maybe, because you only moved here recently, you haven’t unpacked yours yet.” She stared at him and smiled softly. “Or maybe… you don’t want to put things out?”

He drew in a deep breath and understood what she was not saying. The concern she had for his feelings surrounding the holidays, the worry in her eyes, made him want to hug her.

Instead, he smiled and nodded, looking back at the wagon full of many large paper bags, a couple of decorative boxes, and a box containing an artificial tree.

“I actually don’t have any Christmas decorations. My sister is the one to have the decorations up at her house. I usually visit her on Christmas and so that’s all I really need. But you know, my place could do with some things. Hmm…” He touched a bag and peered inside, seeing snowmen and a smiling angel. He smiled and looked at Ivy. “These are from your house?”

“Yes. I choosed some that we had set out in our apartment and some from the box we keep in the storage room,” she said, looking in one of the bags. “There’s a penguin that's my very favorite. I thought that Oink might like to meet her.”

He laughed, his eyes flicking to Dana. She was smiling as she looked at Ivy, her eyes shining.

“Well, I’m sure Oink will be delighted to have a new friend. Thank you for thinking of me, Ivy. That was very considerate.”

“Does that word mean that I did something nice?” she asked, looking up at him and tilting her head to the side.

“Yes,” he said, his smile growing. “That’s exactly what it means.” She smiled and clapped as he touched the puffball on top of her pink polka dotted beanie. “Let’s take this wagon full of stuff inside and get to decorating.”

“Yay!” Ivy shouted and threw her arms in the air.

He laughed and looked at Dana again, finding her eyes on him this time, a questioning expression on her face. He nodded and she let out a deep breath as she smiled slightly.

Using his key fob, he opened the door, letting them walk inside first, Ivy chatting excitedly about the rest of the items they had brought over. Falling in step beside Dana, he placed a hand on her lower back and bent his head close to hers.

“Thank you,” he whispered, saying nothing further, knowing she would understand.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered back. He nodded and moved his hand to hold the elevator door open and allow Dana to enter with the wagon.

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“I think it should go here,” Ivy said, climbing up on a stool and setting a ceramic Christmas tree on the counter. “I think that’s nice.”

“Yeah, I like it,” Fox agreed and she grinned at him.

Everything, save for the artificial tree, had been taken out of the wagon and unboxed and unbagged. They had been set on the dining room table and Fox had told Ivy to put the items anywhere she wanted. She had looked at him in disbelief and he had nodded with a smile.

“You get to pick. Wherever you want to put them out,” he had assured her.

She had walked around the table and the apartment, taking her time to make the decisions. Rearranging things at times, she had begun to place items, her eyes finding his and seeking approval. He had nodded encouragingly and she had grinned, nodding as she looked at the decoration.

“Do you want this one by your bed?” Ivy now asked, picking up a smiling ceramic snowman that was holding a red bird on his stick finger. “He’s so happy.”

“Ivy, no,” Dana said, starting to take the tree from the box. “Not the bedroom. It’s fine to have decorations there at our house, but we’ve discussed the bedrooms of other adults.” She looked at Ivy and she nodded seriously.

“I know, Mommy. That’s why I was asking.” Ivy nodded again and Fox smiled, wanting to smooth things over.

“Hey, how about the bathroom instead? Maybe the shelf? Or ohhh, how about in the shower? No one would ever expect to see that when they got in to take a shower. That might make them laugh.”

“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Ivy said, turning to run to the bathroom and they heard her opening the shower door and giggling.

“I told her she shouldn’t go into the bedrooms of adults,” Dana explained softly and he nodded. “For many different reasons.”

“As you should,” Fox agreed, coming to help her with the tree.

“My parents, though they always allowed us into their room, didn’t like us letting friends inside. I want her to have that same respect and not go into rooms she shouldn’t.”

“Completely understandable,” Fox said, nodding his head. “My parents had an open/shut door policy. If it was open, everything was kosher, but if it was shut, you had to knock and be allowed entry. And absolutely no friends were allowed inside at any time.”

“I had friends who let me into their parents' room without any concern, but it always made me feel anxious, like I was doing something wrong. As if I would get caught and be in trouble.” She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I understand how you feel. I think it’s good that she knows. For all the reasons.” He looked at her and she nodded in understanding.

“The snowman looks good in the shower,” Ivy said, bouncing back into the room with a giggle.

“Fantastic,” Fox said, clapping his hands together. “Now, Miss Ivy… we have the tree out and ready to be assembled, but where do you think we should put it?”

“Right by the window,” she said quickly, running over to stand by the window, as though she had already been thinking about it. “That way when people look at it from other buildings, they will see it shining brightly.” She tipped her back and smiled, her arms outstretched.

“Well, then that’s settled,” he said, bringing over the pieces of the tree and setting them down.

“Wait a second,” he said, snapping his fingers. “What have I been thinking? We need some Christmas music!” He smiled at Ivy and turned on the television, setting it to a Christmas music station and clapping his hands together. “Okay, let’s put this tree together. You keep setting out the decorations, Miss Ivy. Surprise us with your choices.”

“Okay!” she said excitedly and he laughed.

“The tree can be a little tricky,” Dana said, coming to stand beside him. “It’s kind of temperamental sometimes. I pinched myself with it once and had a blood blister for a few days.”

“And you’ve decided to loan it to me? How very kind of you,” he teased, picking up the stand, putting it together, and adding the bottom piece.

“Stubborn things and I go well together. I find the challenge satisfying,” she said, handing him the next piece with a smile and he chuckled.

“I’ll be careful with the remaining pieces. Thanks for the warning.” She laughed and he looked at her with a smile. “Thank you for all of this, Dana. I wasn’t planning on doing anything. Not because of anything other than I just…” He shrugged and let out a breath. “It’s just me here and… well…” He shrugged again and she nodded in understanding.

“I know. I doubt I’d have it all out if it was just me. Well, maybe just a few things, as it’s my favorite holiday, but also…” She shrugged and smiled again. “It’s fun with kids around. Allows you to have a large collection of snowmen without people questioning or judging you.”

He laughed as he nodded and added the next piece of the tree. The top was handed to him and he smiled at her as he caught sight of Ivy waving a finger back and forth between two Santas. Landing on one, she grinned, picked it up, and walked into the kitchen. He smiled again and shook his head as he carefully added the last piece to the tree.

Finished with it, he went to plug it in and found the cord would not reach the outlet without moving the tree or requiring the use of an extension cord.

“Hmm,” he said, moving the tree and plugging it in, but not liking the placement of it. “I don’t think I have an extension cord. I’ll have to get one later.”

“Or it could stay there,” Dana said as they looked at it, and he shook his head.

“Nah, it needs to be in the window. I like it there too. I’ll get one la…” He broke off as he looked out onto the balcony and then to the dining room table. “There aren’t any lights in the stuff you brought, right?”

“No. Why?”

“Hmm… I think I may need to make a list. Now that I have all this up,” he said, waving a hand around. “I feel like I need to add more. Lights on the balcony, maybe some framing the window in here…” He raised his eyebrows and she laughed.

“I fear we’ve created a monster.”

“Do you want to come with me to find some more decorations?” he asked, feeling suddenly nervous. She smiled slowly and nodded her head.

“I think we can do that,” she said softly and he let out a deep breath as he nodded.

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Two hours later, they came back. Laughing as they took off shoes and coats, they once again unloaded the wagon and set things onto the table.

Boxes of colorful lights were brought onto the balcony and set onto the coffee table. Fox took them out and he and Ivy carefully wrapped them through the slats and around the top of the railings. When he plugged them in, she sighed happily and nodded her head.

They placed them around the window in and outside of the apartment, using little nails to hold the strands in place. He only hit his thumb once, but it was hard enough to bring tears to his eyes as he bit back the litany of curse words that wanted to escape. Dana rubbed his back, her lips pursed tightly together and mirth in her eyes, but she did not laugh.

When everything was done and all the trash was thrown away, they sat on the couch while the winter sun went down. The room was full of the glow of Christmas lights as they ate bowls of the unicorn cotton candy ice cream. It was as sweet as he remembered, but he ate it all the same, smiling as he looked around the apartment.

“It looks really great in here,” he said. “Thank you both for awakening the Christmas spirit in me.”

“You’re welcome,” Ivy said, smacking her lips and wiping her mouth on the napkin beside her.

“How does it feel in here, Ivy?” he asked, smiling down at her.

She looked at the multicolored lights on the windows, the white ones on the artificial tree, and the yellowish lights coming from the small rotating village that sat on his desk. Her gaze traveled to the many figurines they could see, and finally landed on the Santa throw pillow on the couch. His cheeks were pink and he was grinning with a twinkle in his eyes.

She let out a deep breath and laid her head against Fox’s arm, her ice cream forgotten for the moment.

“It feels… revder… rev… reverent,” she said softly and he grinned as he exhaled a breath through his nose.

“It does indeed,” he agreed, just as softly, his eyes on his bowl of ice cream before he looked around again, enjoying the quiet of the moment.

All too soon, reality came calling, however. Dana and Ivy had to get home as Ivy had school in the morning.

Bundling up, they all headed out, Ivy riding in the wagon as Fox pulled it. They played a game along the way, finding Christmas items that started with letters of the alphabet, laughing when they argued over who got them first.

He fumbled with folding the wagon in the lobby of their building and Dana had to take over, teasing him over the ease of it. She took it down to the basement to put it away while he walked Ivy upstairs.

Ivy hopped from one foot to the other as they waited at the front door, talking about school the next day.

“Mondays are fun days. We get to bring things to share and we have extra reading time after lunch.”

“That sounds fun,” he said and she stopped hopping to look up at him.

“That’s why it’s Monday Fun Day.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “I see.”

“Yeah,” she said, resuming her hopping.

Dana arrived and he said goodnight to them, not wanting to keep them from their nightly tasks. Ivy hugged him tightly and then smiled as she ran inside, calling out her goodbyes.

“Thank you again,” he said to Dana as she watched Ivy. Turning back to him, she smiled with a nod.

“You’re welcome, again.”

“You two have a nice rest of your night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and she stepped forward to hug him, letting out a breath as he held her close.

“Tomorrow,” she echoed, her voice muffled by his coat. He smiled and nodded, stepping back and letting her go.

“Goodnight,” he said softly and she sighed as she nodded back.

“Goodnight.”

“Mommy, can I take a bubble bath?” Ivy called and he laughed quietly as Dana sighed.

“Bye.”

“Goodbye,” she said, stepping into the apartment and smiling as she reached for the door. “Yes, you can have a bath.” She waved and he nodded, waiting for the door to close before he headed down the stairs.

His steps were heavy as he walked home, following the same path they had taken. He saw the Christmas items from their alphabet game and he sighed, feeling overwhelmingly alone and lonely.

The warmly lit apartment was cozy and welcoming, but too quiet with just him moving about. He spent some time looking again at the decorations Dana and Ivy had brought over, smiling at the places Ivy had chosen to display them.

In the kitchen, he found the penguin that Ivy had told him she liked best sitting beside Oink. It was an adorable penguin with pink cheeks, wearing a Santa hat, and holding a small lantern in its flippers. Half of Ivy’s rainbow bracelets were now around the penguin’s neck, the other half still around Oink’s neck.

He smiled at the sight of them, before sighing deeply and shaking his head, the silence in his apartment now enveloping him and seeming far too loud.

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #developing friendship #feeling lighter #sharing the past #happy together #spending time together #christmas lights #christmas tree #sharing the holiday magic #fun and happiness

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hyptrance1 · 1 year

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What’s Under the Hypnotist’s Tree

This is a story I thought of to keep me happy and hypno entertained. Hope you all enjoy before the holiday season.

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I slowly woke up on Christmas morning tempted to stay in the warm comfort of my bed. But as I slowly remembered what day it was, and what was awaiting me downstairs, I excitedly got out of bed. It was not just an ordinary Christmas morning. It was one I would not forget.

I had for a year or so been working on my hypnosis skills. Slowly improving my techniques with each session, gradually increasing the number of guys under my control. It was a lot of work, and a lot of hopeful effort that was also wasted, but I felt that my efforts with many of the guys were going to prove fruitful today. I had never specifically told them what I wanted for Christmas, but when there had been murmurings in their minds and in our chats that they all seemingly were planning something big. I couldn’t hold in my excitement much longer.

Descending the stairs I looked at my wonderful tree, decked out in the exact way I wanted it this year. The lights glittering over the assortment of presents that flowed out from underneath the tree. From large ones, like the huge one in the corner taller than myself, to the small ones as small as a ring box decorated the room. These presents were not here when I went to bed last night, although I did hear two of my local subs come in a few minutes later, bringing in all the presents, making sure that they made it look nice for me. I’ll be sure to let them cum for their holiday reward.

I ignored the bigger presents, and the naked jock with his ass up in the air, to grab my stocking first and plop down on the couch. It was one of my favorite moments: sitting down, the anticipation of seeing what I’ve gotten sending shivers down my spine. Not that this year I didn't know the majority of things I got, but it was almost a better feeling since I felt like I was preparing for this moment all year.

The stocking was filled with a lot of sex toys: dildos, and plugs, cages and ball gags. Seems like the stocking wasnt going to be the only thing stuffed tonight. Additionally, there were keys to many a lock; the names or numbers on them the only indication of who they were keeping locked up.

One smaller one was to an infinity collar on the neck of a guy named Mike: an athletic accountant and one of the guys that brought in all of the presents last night since he was one of only a handful I have given a key to my place to. He was collared last week, a late recruit to my little group, but as eager as someone who’s been mindfucked since January. I’m sure he was throbbing through his slacks and dress shirt as he made quiet work of his decorations, hoping that he could stay the night instead of leave once his task was done. He was coming over tonight anyway, where he would get his own present, over and over again. Maybe I could see his mindless face in pure bliss again, like I saw it when he heard the click of the collar around his neck.

Another key locked the large dick of the other visitor last night: A construction worker named Ray. A meathead through and through, he was a womanizer before I met him. No wonder why too, his huge cock peaking at 10 inches, but not longer. The muscle mans now smooth crotch was caged with only a one inch cock cage, its giant captive begging to be unlocked each day as it slowly shrinks into a nub. He will also get to release his pent up horniness tonight, although only through rubbing his locked cock till it leaks out a dribble of cum. It’s always fun to see his massive pecs bounce and jiggle as the pleasure spread through his body with each new moan. Who knew the boisterous hunk who would once laugh at the thought of any man totally controlling him would really love being so fully obedient.

Focusing back on the stocking stuffers.There were some other keys in there too: A key from a man in Japan, one for a cock cage in England, another for a house across the country where the subject wanted me to come in any time and trance him to be a perfect butler for me. They jingled in my hand as I held them and a wave of glee filled my chest. I put them aside, back in the stocking so that I would not lose any of the small presents.

Moving onto the actual presents, I picked one of the smallest ones first. Opening it up, I was happy to see a wallet. It was filled to the brim with cash, and cards, and even its former owners I.D. card. Max Walter was an up and coming “Alpha Cash Master” before he started talking to me. A muscular blonde jock with big muscles and an even bigger dick, his cockiness and aggression came off as a cover for his insecurities, hence why he showed off his big muscles and why he couldn’t stop talking about how he was a real man. It didn’t take a week of talking for him to start talking about wanting to be a good boy. His attitude changed after that. He still took money from others, but was much more appreciative of it. He stopped using his vulgarities, he stopped talking about how he was “a real man”. He was now my happy, dumb himbo. His former scowling pics showing off his feet now transformed into smiley pics which showed off his big hard cock, now refered to as “my sirs cock”. The note attached to the wallet read, “Heya sir. I thought I should finally give you what’s already been yours for a while now. It felt so good to wrap this up for you I had to stroke your big himbo cock. Can’t wait for you to play with it again. Yours, Max.”

I smiled at the sweet note from my sweet himbo. The money he got from findomming now went to me, which had been such a help. I really couldn’t wait to travel to see him in a few weeks and get the money right off of his hard, leaking cock as he emptily smiled at me. Finally getting to wrap my hands around his cock as he talks about his own transformation was such a turn on I deamily sat for a moment until a soft groan from the naked, posed man under my tree returned me to my current wonderful time.

The next present I moved onto was a long rectangular one. Unwrapping it, I was introduced to another dildo, this one thought being a lot more important to me than the others I’ve seen so far. This was the dildo of my Jocktoy David, personally molded from his own large, 12 in cock. I’m sure it must have been hard for him to keep his hardon still for the mold, but so worth it. It was a perfect replica, each vein and curve shown in perfect detail. The balls on the bottom were a nice addition since I had always talked about wanting to play with his balls. Being in another country, one across the ocean, it was unlikely that I would be able to meet up with him any time soon, but it was my pleasure, and his, to play with his “dildo dick” as much as he would let me. He recently in our talks began bringing up more and more the idea of wanting my personal dildo to be available for me at any time, even when he was busy. I smirked at his ingenuity, and of the thought of how I would tease his cock through the screen next time we chatted. Im sure he and I will both love me bringing the dildo onto the desk in front of me, greasing it up as his own cockstarted to inflate, watching his eyes glaze over and his sentences turn to grunts as I continued to stroke and edge his dick. I’m sure he had that vodoo trick in mind when he decided to give this to me for the holiday.

His letter, like Max’s, was heartfelt and dick throbbingly sweet. “I hope you can use your personal dildo any time you want,” it read, “and that you come over soon so that you can use the real thing repeatedly. It’s throbbing and emptying my head as I write this, wanting you to come and claim it. Happy Holiday Sir, Your jocktoy and your dildo dick.” My dick and ass couldnt wait to use this.

The excitement did not wane as I leisurely opened through other gifts. Those subjects who became just friends, and those who were only starting their submission process sent items from my wishlists and some additional treats: jockstraps to wear and collars to put on, handcuffs and ropes and piece by piece a whole leather outfit meant for a dom daddy that I had apparently become for some of these guys. Other things were less sexual: some new books I had mentioned to a friend or two, a game I wanted to play, and many a heartfelt note and card. I spent a lot of time reading these, appreciative of the words of guys that I had become friends with, who thankfully had seen me at my best and my worst and still were thankful to have me in their lives. I was feeling truly blessed, and I was only starting the day.

The next present that I opened was a large and thin one. It turned out to be a framed picture of a guy who I was pretty surprised to see sent me anything. His name was Nate, and when I had met him several years back in a hypnosis chatroom. He had a lot of issues with his self image, always thinking himself too small. He also has gone through about 5 “masters” during the few years I had known him, always looking for more control and changing his demeanor every time I sporadically talked to him. One time he was in full drone mode, the next a normal guy, then a horny jockslave. I had slowly but surely started to get to know him, always through interrupted conversations and veiled inference. I started creating photoshops of his pictures he would post, which opened him up even more.

It was only after his last master left him that I brought up the courage and asked him to give me a try. He was genuinely surprised, which I had to laugh at since I thought I was groveling at him hand and foot at times wanting to talk to him. It was tough work, he was a subject that had a hard time opening up to let me know what he wanted, and it was hard to try to improve his own self image at the same time. I was currently working on another subliminal file for him to try out, hoping that this one would do the trick finally.

The picture was of him, fully clothed, in front of the grand canyon. He looked happy, just posing there in a v-neck and jeans. His card gave me more of an idea what this letter was about. “I wanted to thank you somehow,” he wrote, “ for doing your best to figure out what I want. My other masters have told me what to be, and I didn’t have open up as much as you make me. I know I don’t say it, but I really appreciate your style and I hope to continue working with you. I don’t speak about my personal life a lot with you, but I thought you would like to have a picture from my first modeling gig at one of my favorite places. Wouldn’t have been possible without you telling me how hot I look on the daily. Maybe I could show you it personally sometime. Merry Christmas man, Nate.”

I had to sit for a minute, looking at his picture. He was right in the fact that he never really opened up. It was really quite shocking to know that anything I did helped him with his body image. But look at him! His biceps were basically bulging out of that tight t-shirt and those thighs that I had seen grow more and more recently were popping out of the jeans. How could someone look at him and not find him absolutely stunning.

I was putting the frame and card down when I thankfully caught one more thing he had written, “P.S. there’s another picture in the frame that I think you’ll love as well. I know I do ;P.” Intrigued, I flipped the frame over and took out the original picture. Turning it back around I was shocked to see a picture I knew well. It was Nate, naked and flexing; his large cock standing at attention as his eyes were covered in a spiral that I knew was a frame of a gif I photoshopped into his eyes, as well as the collar around his neck. There was a caption below which was new though: “Once a jock drone for a master, always a jock drone for a master.”

Well fuck. This is going up somewhere immediately after I finished unwrapping gifts. He was much more appreciative than I realized. I was now thankful for putting in so much effort in to all those subliminals and biting the bullet and asking him to try me out.

It took me a moment to regain my composure and move onto the next box. Pulling out the jiggly, squeezable thing I realized it was another sex toy. This time it was a pocket pussy in the shape of a brain. I knew pretty immediately who it was sent by. Clay was a law student who had reached out to me on one of my kink social medias. He really loved some of the himbo posts I had made, and was liking the idea that I brought up about mind fucking. Talking to him over and over again, I figured out he was really interested in this idea. A session or two later I was sliding my big dick into his brain repeatedly; slamming my balls on the back of his head as his brain turned to mush, or better yet molded into the perfect fitting condom on my cock in his head. He really loved the part where the pleasure center of his brain was repeatedly thrusted in between my hot cock and his skull, causing his whole body to bounce with pleasure. It was always nice, slapping my hand on the table to make the same sound as my balls slapping his head and seeing his eyes roll back in his head and his hips buck with pleasure. The last time we did it he even came handsfree, his cum now replaced with mine, and his brain also now replaced with my cum.

It was an even better look, seeing this younger, fit, well dressed lawyer slowly degraded, stripping into his himbo uniform– a gold thong which barely held his constantly hard dick. Even better to hear him, on the verge of going into trance, babbling about his desire for me to use his brain as a cumdump, a hole for my huge dick, transforming him into a cum brained himbo, cummands filling his mind.

His card was more of the same babble, starting off very eloquent and formal as his writing slowly became less neat and more hurried, a transformation from a lawyer to cum brained himbo in a letter. My cock sprung up again as I imagined him seeing me fucking his pocket pussy brain and him immediately stripping into his now normal home attire.

I stopped for a moment, taking stock on the pile of presents, cards, and appreciation that I had not been prepared for. My cock was aching with appreciation as well. I only had two presents left: a huge box and the naked man still posed under my tree after all this time. I decided to go for the box first.

The reason the box was so big was because there was a person inside. Frozen, a large smile on his face, was Bradley. He was a guy I started talking to because I had an interest in learning about his dollification kink. He told me in detail of his desire to feel empty, hollow, and plastic. His fantasy was becoming a real life Ken doll, Sex Toy Ken really. And from the looks of the box he had made and set up, his fantasy came to life today. The box was a bright pink, with a plastic window showing off a naked Bradley. The blue lettering at the bottom of the box read “Brainwashed Bradley Doll”. It even had an age rating at the bottom which I couldn’t help but chuckle at. Bradley himself had his arms posed in a strange, doll like way. Inside the box also had the looks of a small wardrobe of very hot clothes, jockstraps and singlets, even a leather jacket.

I saw a door on the side of the box and opened it. Pulling Bradley out was a challenge since he did not move at all and I was dodging piles of presents and discarded wrapping paper. I finally was able to sit him down on the couch and look at him more clearly. It seemed he had been working out recently since his muscles seemed to be larger. He also had a barcode above his right pec, which I was tempted to scan and see how much he would cost to buy. Tapping his face, I saw his face switched into different expressions: neutral, angry, and –my favorite –wide eyed and opened mouth. I asked Bradley how long he would stay in this state and his monotone response was that he would stay in this state until the end of the day and he would happily do or act any way that I wanted him too.

Musing over this. I told him to go into my kitchen, get something to eat and drink as well as take care of any physical needs. He droned an agreement and robotically got up and moved. Thankfully, that allowed me to “open up” my last present under the tree.

The bright red hair on his head gave who it was immediately away. His name was Jake and he was the personal trainer at my gym. I had worked with him a few times and each time I was more and more smitted with the recent college grads personality and demeanor. The twunk was a natural himbo, and his charisma and kindness made it obvious why he did so well working with others. He had a large wealth of knowledge too, helping me improve my form on several of my workouts.

I actually was the most surprised about him being one of my presents. I never talked to him about hypnosis, and was blissfully content to see him smiling at one client or another. To see his pale ass, presented so nicely under my tree, a bow perfectly placed on his posterior was a wonder to see. His hole was winking at me, and looking at his face I could see headphones in his ears and a VR headset on his head. It showed a loading screen on itself, showing how far into his brainwashing session he was at. From the looks of it he was almost done with his programming. I could hear him whispering the mantra that had probably been in his ears all night: “Personal trainer personally trained for your personal pleasure. Personal trainer personally trained for your personal pleasure.” I assumed that one of my other subs that joined that gym also had their eyes out for me, and started getting Jake interested in the idea of going under. He will be surprised when he wakes up and sees that his now brainwashed brain gets a ton of pleasure in following my orders.

I pressed my thumb at his quivering hole and started to massage the entrance. It immediately caused the hot hunk to moan and beg to be of personally trained service. His husky begging cause my already teased cock to quickly grow into its full lengtha and I sadly had to take my hand off of his ass before I started using him before he was fully brainwashed.

Smiling at my whole bevvy of wonderful presents. I started to get up and clean the piles of wrapping paper that had accumulated and think of how I was going to use all my new toys and playthings today.

Once cleaned up I heard my doorbell. Walking towards the front, I passed the tree where Jake had now stood up and was repeating “Personal Trainer Slave ready provide personal pleasure”. I passed Bradley, now fed and ready for a day of mindless toying around. I peeked through my front door to see Ray and Mike, my two hunks who had most likey set all of this up for me. They were smiling, ready to get presents of their own.

I smiled to myself and thought to myself before opening my door “May we all cum to have a very Merry Christmas this year.”

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darklight-phantasm · 1 year

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Not exactly Halloween content but she’s a witch so it kinda counts?

Putting that aside I actually wanted to do something for my personal Skylanders anniversary, since it’s now been exactly 10 years since I got my very first Skylander - Hex. Thinking about that makes it almost impossible to believe because it still feels like I just got into this franchise recently, but time works in funny ways I guess. Last week however, it really did hit me what that truly means and I want to write a little more for the occasion.

Ten years ago (I don’t have an exact date I just remember October) a 10 year old me finally decided to buy my first Skylander after obsessing over it all summer. I haven’t fully realized it yet, but Hex has been my instant favorite the moment I saw her. A little strange for a 10 year old but also telling. And despite that being such a big moment in retrospect, looking back I don’t really remember that day all that well. I was excited obviously, but other than that it was a normal day with a relatively normal event - I bought a brand new toy. She’s then been sitting on my desk for two more months until I finally got the first game for christmas, and of course she was the very first Skylander I placed on the portal as well. That moment I remember. That was the moment where I truly believed magic was real. Seeing this figure of this character who I’ve grown so connected to appear on the screen in front of me and come to life. Today I even dug out my Wii and first portal to play the game again after five years, (in 2017 I last replayed SSA) and even now I can still feel a little spark of that magic whenever I put Hex on the portal.

Hex is not only my favorite Skylander, she quickly became my favorite fictional character in general. I think the fact that out of all these colorful and weird characters the one you immediately fall in love with is a dark gothic witch is proof that you really mean it and that you’re a certified weird kid. Not only visually did she speak to me, but also her powers and especially her story. A powerful sorceress sacrificing herself for the people of Skylands just to become a feared outcast in return. It’s one of the rare Skylander bios which tells us a lot about the Skylander as a character and explains exactly why they are the way they are. It’s always been fascinating to me that despite being treated like that for centuries, she still held her head up high and continued to do good. I can relate to her in more aspects than I’d like to admit. She’s an inspiration for me and a great source of motivation regarding any Skylanders related project. Heck, she’s the main reason I got and still am into this franchise in the first place. I love many of the characters, but none could ever come close to the adoration I have for her.

I know this all sounds overly sentimental and maybe even crazy considering that she is just one of many faces made for a game with the main purpose of pulling money out of your pockets. Not to say the Skylanders were made without any thoughts or passion put into them, quite the opposite, but when you look at each of them individually it’s often hard to see more than just their unique designs and punny catchphrases. Hex is one of the lucky ones with a more distinctive personality and story, but even then you might not consider her that special. For me, thinking about Hex was always about analyzing what we had and adding onto that. What were her former friends like? How did the battle with Malefor go? How exactly do people react to her and why? How are her relationships with the other Skylanders? How does she feel throughout all that? At this point I’d like to call her my OC with all the headcanons I piled onto her. Ultimately, she’s still the character everyone sees on the surface, a cold and mysterious witch possessing unfathomable undead powers. And on the very surface she’s just the token goth, which also counts for something.

I could go on and on about my feelings for Hex, but I’ll end it here. She means the absolute most to me and I couldn’t imagine my life without her, as ridiculous as it sounds. She has helped me through many different times in life, good and bad, and I will forever hold her dear in my heart for that.

Thanks for everything.

#skylanders #skylanders hex #hex #fanart #digital art #photography #personal post #long text post

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spookyblazecoffee · 1 year

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This is literally called “Bye Cam...” in my Google Docs prepared to be sad.

There are two definite times Liam will visit his older brother's grave. Sometimes he’ll go without planning on going that day, but most of the time, he goes on his birthday and Camden’s birthday. Some years, if he finds something that he thinks Camden might’ve liked, he’ll find time on Christmas day and put whatever he found on the grave, after putting stuff in it, or on it, to weigh it down of course.

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The first Christmas without Camden

(Winter)

Liam snuck out of the house after everyone had opened their gifts. The cold air hitting his face as he walked towards the cemetery, stuffed bear in his hands. The fishing weights he had sewn into it made him almost drop it multiple times, but it was worth it because his older brother would get a Christmas gift.

After he reached the cemetery he looked for the grave he hadn’t been to since the funeral. When he found it he walked over to it and set the bear down.

“I had mama and David buy him, but I sewed him up myself after I put the weights in him. Mama said I did a good job. I have to get going before they realize I’m gone, but… I wanted you to get a gift.” Liam said to the grave in front of him. “I miss you Cam. Bye.” he added, before walking away.

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Camden’s 21st birthday

(Mid Summer)

“I had to mow a ton of yards to get enough money for all of this.” Liam said as he sat down in front of the grave, putting the container with a slice of chocolate cake down on the ground in front of him. The warm sun shining on his face. He put the candle in the cake and lit it with one of the matches he brought.

“Happy birthday, Cam Cam.” he continued, before blowing the candle out himself, tears spilling past his eyes. He got the plastic forks out of the bag he brought with him, “I know you don’t like to use plastic utensils, but, I couldn’t find anything else.” Liam stated putting one of the forks on the bear he put there last winter.

“Dad would kill me if he saw me crying.” he choked out putting the first bite of the cake in his mouth. Once he finished the piece of cake, he pulled one last thing from his bag. It was a small tiger plush that Camden had growing up. “I found this at a Goodwill, apparently dad had donated her after you died. But look, she’s the exact same one. See? She has the initials C.L. embroidered at the back of her neck. I made sure not to cut over that when I put the dancing weights I got from Lori in her.” Liam said proudly, “Lori told me I could take her old dancing weights when I asked her and Brett if they had anything to weigh something down enough, and mama said I’m getting better at sewing, maybe I’ll be able to make you a gift next time.” he added.

After a little while of Liam talking to the grave he stands up. “I don’t want to go, but I told mama and David that I’d be back by lunchtime.” he told the grave sadly, “I’ll try to come back before dinner though.” he continued, as if trying to cheer up his older brother.

He didn’t have the time to come back that day.

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Two weeks before Liam’s 11th birthday

(Late Summer)

Liam ran to the cemetery after school ended, he didn’t get there as soon as he thought he would, but when he did he practically fell down in front of Camden’s grave. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t think it would take so long to get here.” he said out of breath as he got out his notebook, “I hope it’s okay that I do my homework, I probably won’t have any other time today since Isaac and I are staying at dad’s house tonight. He’s been really different since you died, meaner, angrier, stuff like that y’know?” he added, starting on the social studies homework he got.

“I don’t have much homework, but I still like doing what I do get as soon as I can.” Liam stated after a few minutes of silence.

A red-headed girl and her parents walked around the cemetery until it looked like they found the grave they were looking for. “I wonder if she knows Izzy, she looks around his age, don’t you think so?” Liam asked the grave in front of him, before looking down at his watch, “I have to get going, mama and David are gonna take me and Iz to dad’s house soon.” he added.

“Bye Cam. I miss you.” Liam said after he stood up.

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Liam’s 11th birthday

(Early Fall)

“I know it’s my birthday, but, I brought you some flowers.” Liam stated, putting the chrysanthemums on the grave in front of him, “They’re your favorite flowers, Cam.” he added.

“I really miss you.” Liam said, his eyes starting to sting. “Dad started to drink more, he hit Isaac last time we were over there. He yells more too… I don’t like it when he yells, I never have. I wish you could be here to hug me and tell me it will be okay like you used to.” he continued, tears falling from his blue eyes.

“I have to get going now. I’ll come back as soon as I can though.” Liam said, standing up and wiping away the tears.

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The second Christmas without Camden

(Winter)

“I couldn’t find anything that you would like at any stores, but I wanted to come anyway.” Liam started, “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I was really busy with school and dad doesn’t let Isaac or I leave when we’re at his house. He hit me when I asked to go to Mason’s house with Brett and Lori, I’ve learned to not ask to go anywhere.” he added.

After a while of talking to the grave Liam stood up, “I have to go, mama and David are probably going to get worried soon. David’s sister and her son are joining us this year.” he said, “I really want you to come back Cam Cam.” he continued before turning around and leaving.

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The day after Isaac’s 14th birthday

(Early Spring)

“Grandma came over for Izzy’s birthday yesterday, it was nice seeing her. She said that I remind her of you.” Liam said, tears falling down his face, “I miss you so much, and I want you to come back.” he continued, sobs making him shake.

Liam sat there, crying as much as he wanted to, knowing that no one could see him. After a while he stopped crying and just sat there quietly. He felt someone sit down next to him and wrap their arms around him. When he finally looked up he saw his grandma.

“Hey sweetie.” she said softly, “I miss him.” Liam whispered, “I know baby, we all do.” she responded, “And, it’s gonna hurt… for a long time, probably forever. But, he would want you to be happy. Okay?” she added, Liam nods, “Good, now get up, if you’re out here any longer your mom and dad are gonna get worried.” she stated, standing up.

That was the first time someone ever said David was Liam’s dad out loud, and it wouldn’t be the last.

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Camden’s 22nd birthday

(Mid Summer)

“I couldn’t find the same type of cake as I did last year, but I got a slice with sprinkles!” Liam said when he got to the grave, “Sorry I took the bear from Christmas back yesterday, but I had the idea to put your initials in the back of his neck and I just had to do it.” he added, putting the bear back in its original spot and lighting the candle.

“Happy birthday, Cam.” he then blew out the candle like he had the year before. He took the first bite of the slice of cake.

“The cake is really good, I think you would like it, Cam.” Liam stated when he finished the slice.

He pulled another stuffed bear from his bag and put it in his lap, “I made her myself, mama said I did a really good job when I showed her. Her name is Isla, y’know, like grandma.” Liam said smiling, “I hope you are okay with me naming her.” he added, setting the bear down next to the one that has been there since the first Christmas without Camden.

“I just remembered, I forgot to tell you the first bear’s name.” Liam said suddenly, “His name is Calum, I thought you would like that I named him after mama’s dad and that I named the other one after mama’s mom.” he added, giggling a little.

A while later he stood up. “I have to leave again, but I’ll visit soon.” he stated before leaving.

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The last day of summer vacation

(Summer)

“I’m starting 6th grade tomorrow.” Liam said as he sat down, “Dad, David not y’know, said he might take me here if he gets off of work in time tomorrow.” he added.

“I got a new history book, it has a lot of stuff about different mythologies, I really like it.” Liam states after a bit.

He talks to the grave for a while longer until he has to leave. “Bye Cam, I’ll try to come back tomorrow.” he repeated.

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Liam’s 12th birthday

(Early Fall)

“Dad’s sister and her son came over last week.” Liam said, hoping that Cam would understand that when he says dad recently that he means David and not their father, “It’s nice having a cousin, even if we aren’t related.” he added.

Liam sits and talks to his brother for a while, even reading one of the stories from the book he told Cam about the last time he visited.

“Mason, Brett, and I are hanging out next week. It’s nice to have friends that understand everything going on since you died.” Liam said before he left.

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The day before Halloween

(Fall)

“I thought I’d visit you today.” Liam stated, sitting down in front of the grave, “I called David ‘dad’ to his face yesterday, I’ve only called him that when talking to you, he was so happy.” he added, smiling.

“I brought you another stuffed animal. I put your initials in the same place as the others too.” Liam said, pulling a small bat out of his backpack, “I told Lori, Brett, and Mason that I visit you a lot, they said that they might join me next time. I also told them about me bringing you stuffed animals, Lori asked me to name the next one after her, so here you go, a stuffed bat named Lori. I’ll probably bring a similar one named Brett next time, if he bothers me enough about it.” he added, laughing a little and placing the bat down next to the tiger.

Liam sits and does his homework until the sun starts to go down. “I have to go, but I’ll try to visit you tomorrow while trick-or-treating.” he commented, before turning and leaving.

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The day before Isaac’s 15th birthday

(Early Spring)

“Hey Cam.” Isaac said, “I know it’s been a few weeks since I visited outside of work, but I wanted to come here.” he added, sitting down in front of the grave, looking at the stuffed animals he knows Liam left there. The bears, the tiger, her name is Chrys named after Cam’s favorite flower, and the two bats, all placed so that it looks like they are sitting against the headstone.

Isaac chuckled to himself, Liam had obviously been there recently given that the second bat was new. “I don’t know how he got that other bat. All the stores are out of Halloween themed things.” he stated.

“Liam’s doing fantastic in school. You’d be proud of him.” Isaac said, “He looks so much like you, he doesn’t think so though… He still doesn’t wear his glasses, no matter how much mama, dad, and I ask.” he continued.

“I still laugh at Li’s stupid jokes, but not as much as I should. I laugh like me again though, and h-he laughs like you.” he commented after a few minutes of silence, “Our father has gotten worse, but… as long as he isn’t hurting Liam, y’know?” he whispered, tears starting to roll down his face.

“I have to go, Lacrosse practice… Bye Cam.” he said, getting up to his feet and leaving.

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Camden’s 23rd birthday

(Mid Summer)

“I got a chocolate cake slice exactly like the one from two years ago!” Liam exclaimed when he sat down, “Happy birthday, Cam.” he added, before blowing the candle out like he had the previous two years.

Liam reached into the bag he brought with him and pulled out a stuffed lion. “His name is Mason, mostly because Mase wouldn’t stop bugging me about naming a stuffed animal after him, but also because I know how much you loved hanging out with all of my friends. It felt fitting that you hang out with stuffed animals named after them… even if you aren’t here anymore.” he stated, tears slipping past his eyes.

“Why’d you leave me?” he asked, after he sat and cried for a while, “I know that you didn’t want to, but, I miss you so so much. Please, come back.” he added.

Liam cried for a while before standing up. “Bye Cam…” he said then left.

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Liam’s 13th birthday

(Early Fall)

“I brought you some chrysanthemums. I’ve grown to love these flowers, I know I didn’t love them as much as you did, but they are really beautiful.” Liam said, sitting down in front of the grave.

“Isaac’s been doing really well at Lacrosse, I want to join the team when I get into high school, so does Brett.” he stated after a while, “I miss our road trips. I don’t think I’ll be able to go on one for a while, maybe never again.” he added.

He sat and talked for a long time before he knew it was time to go home. “Bye Cam, I’ll come back soon!” he said before he got up and left.

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A week after Isaac’s 16th birthday

(Early Spring)

“Our father’s dead, and Isaac has been acting really weird lately… it could be something to do with the death, but he was acting weird before his death so… I don’t know.” Liam said to the grave in front of him, “I wish you were here. No one knows how to comfort me… B-Brett isn’t friends with Mase and I anymore, and I know that sometimes you lose friends a-and there is nothing you can do to st-stop it, but… he’s been friends with us since we were two.” he added, wiping away his tears.

“Bye Cam.” Liam said and walked away.

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Almost a week after Brett and Lori die

(Late Summer/Early Fall)

[Liam has visited a lot in between the last visit I wrote and this one, but I didn’t want this to be too long.]

“Hey Cam, sorry my visits have been irregular recently.” Liam said, crying as he sat down, “Brett and Lori are dead. They have been for almost a week. Mason isn’t even doing anything to grieve them, and if he continues not doing anything, he’s going to break down in the middle of a fight against the hunters… and I don’t want to see him like that.” he continued.

Liam grabbed a few rocks from his bag and placed them in front of the grave. “You might be wondering what I’m doing.” Liam stated, “Do you remember the pact Mason, Brett, Lori, and I made when we were younger? Y’know, the one where we said that when any of us died the others would find a place of significance and place rocks in front of it?” he asked, “Well, this is a place of significance, according to all of us, not just me. Mason has his own place in mind, he didn’t forget.” he added.

“I don’t know what to do without you or them, or anyone that I love and care for… I’m scared, Cam. I’m so scared.” he stated, “Scared that Jordan might die. Scared that Mason might die. Scared that everyone that I love will die, and I will be the only one left. I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want to be alone, I hate being alone. I need you to come back, just for a minute, I need you to tell me I’ll be alright.” he continued, as it started to rain.

The tent someone, probably Isaac, set up protecting the stuffed animals from getting wet. Liam looked at all of the stuff he made, or bought, and left there with teary eyes.

“I want my big brother back. I want my friends back.” Liam said.

He stood up when he got a text. “I have to go again.” he stated, “Mama texted, I’ll come back when I have the time. Bye Cam…” he added, picking up his bag and leaving.

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A week and six days after the zoo, the day before Liam’s 17th birthday

(Early fall)

“Hey, this isn’t like last year, I can’t do anything to save anyone. I tried killing someone the other day. I can’t control my anger no matter how hard I try, and I’ve been having these nightmares. I can’t sleep because of them.” Liam said, “Only one person can help me with my anger, and I don’t even like him. D’you remember me telling you about Theo Raeken? Because apparently, he’s the only one who can help me. If you were here you could help, so please come back… please Cam.” he added.

“I don’t want to be in this town anymore. I don’t want to be anywhere anymore.” Liam stated after a few minutes of silence. Tears start to run down his face and silent sobs make his body shake. There was a sound nearby and he immediately jumped up.

“Hey Liam.” Theo said, “Go away, Theo.” Liam yelled, “Not this time.” the older one retaliated, “Why not?” the shorter asked, “Were you following me?” he added, “Yes, I was. I’m sorry.” the taller answers, stepping closer to the other.

“Go away. Please.” Liam started, backing away, “You didn’t let me tell you why I won’t.” Theo stated, Liam stared expectantly, “You are clearly upset, and I don’t want you to be sad.” he added, “Why are you sad?” he asked.

Liam stayed silent for a while.

“My friends are dead, I couldn’t protect them, a-and I’m scared that everyone else that I love and care about is gonna die too. So I came and cried in front of my brother’s grave! Okay?” Liam yelled, “Okay.” Theo responded, “I’m sorry I yelled, I’ve been trying to work on that.” Liam said, “I know, Liam.” Theo stated.

Liam sat back down, and Theo stood behind him not sure what to do. “You can sit down if you want. I don’t care.” Liam uttered after a while.

Theo sat down next to Liam silently.

“I’m pretty sure my sister is buried here.” Theo said after they had been silent for a few minutes, “Almost everyone who lived and died in this town is.” Liam responded, “Oh yeah?” Theo asked, “Yup, I spent most of my childhood here, I would know.” Liam answered, “Most of your childhood. How much do you visit your brother?” the taller questioned, “A lot, but I also spent a lot of time here because my father owned it.” the younger replied.

“If you want I could point out a few graves. Maybe even your sister’s.” Liam said after almost an hour, “Really?” Theo questioned, “Yeah. It would distract me from everything going on.” Liam answered, “Go ahead then.” Theo replied.

Liam stood up and Theo followed suit.

Liam walked over to the grave that he knew was the one he saw the red-headed girl and, sometimes, her parents had visited multiple times since he first saw them.

“Lorraine Martin…” Theo said, “Lydia’s grandma, I saw her and her parents visiting a couple times growing up, her parents don’t come as often as she does though.” Liam stated, walking over to another grave.

They walked around for another thirty minutes before they heard a police car pull up. “Shit.” Liam said, “Get out of the cemetery, it’s closed!” a voice yelled, “One minute Jordan!” Liam yelled back.

A few seconds later Jordan Parrish ran up to them. “Liam? What’re you doing here?” he asked, “I was originally visiting Cam, but Theo was following me, so I told him I could find his sister’s grave. We already saw it, but I need to do one more thing.” Liam answered, “Okay, be quick, I don’t want to get in trouble.” Jordan responded.

Liam walked over to the grave he was sitting at when Theo found him. He placed a stuffed animal at the headstone. “I made him, named him after Mason’s boyfriend, thought you might want to get to know him before we all die. His name is Corey. Bye Cam...” Liam said.

As they left Theo made sure to catch a glimpse at the stuffed animal Liam had set down. It was a chameleon. Theo chuckled to himself as he drove Liam back to his house.

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